The Vicissitudes Of Victoria

The Vicissitudes of Victoria

Chapter One

It was the magnificent yet archaic splendour of the antique clothing shop that caught her roving eye as Victoria passed slowly along the tiny, tucked away arcade down one of the side streets in town. The mannequins in the window dressed up in all their old-fashioned finery seemed to beckon her in like the mythical sirens and so she set foot inside without really knowing how it happened. The interior was like the Tardis of Dr Who as it opened out, stretching back into infinity or so it seemed, and she wandered along, fingering the fine brocades and rich satins of the dresses and occasionally exclaiming in shock at a price tag until she came to a curtained-off section right at the far end of the shop.

A handwritten card, in best copperplate, informed her that it was the undergarment section and she laughed inwardly and then chuckled out loud as she read further and noted that entry was strictly forbidden without a chaperone and a member of staff. Wondering why no sales staff had appeared since she had entered the shop, Victoria decided that they must be having a tea-break behind the curtain and so she boldly pushed through the swathe of material and stepped into the undergarment section only to find it in pitch darkness. There was a strange buzzing sensation in her ears for a moment as she fought off the encircling material of the curtain and then she heard noise- a loud noise coming from ahead of her.

Tentatively, holding out her arms in front of her like a blind man, she edged further in, heading towards the intermittent sharp cracking sound that was instantly followed by a soft, dull moan or a tiny cry. Suddenly by the light of a flickering candle, all was revealed and Victoria stared in absolute astonishment into a small cubicle. A chair was the only furniture and across its stark wood lay a young woman with her bottom bared and bearing vivid red stripes that marked the soft white globes. Victoria stifled a gasp of shock with her hand and she was just about to backtrack and try to forget the whole thing when she saw the light flicker on the cane as it descended rapidly. Another loud crack rang out as the rod met the soft flesh while a perfect red weal blossomed like a love bite on the girl's bottom cheeks. A tiny squeal shot out of the girl's mouth as her body writhed on the chair and a soft tear dripped down onto the varnished floorboards, hitting the surface even as a harder stroke of the cane kissed the sweet white globes of her arse once more.

Victoria found herself unable to tear her eyes off the scene: part of her desperately wanted to retreat and find some help for the poor girl but another deeper and darker side wondered what it would be like to be in her place, to be feeling the terror of waiting for the inexorable fall of the cane. She blinked and fastened her attention on the man wielding the rod and she started as she realised that his green eyes were staring directly into her own sapphire orbs and rooting her to the spot as he slowly advanced towards her. She seemed almost hypnotised as he reached out and took her by her long, blonde hair and led her into the room. She felt powerless to resist the cool embrace of his slim fingers as they trailed across her body, stripping her clothing off expertly until she stood there in just her stockings, shivering in the chill atmosphere.

He pushed her forward to the chair and then down until she felt the cool skin of the other girl against her breasts and stomach and then the burning heat of her beaten backside against her own thighs. Victoria's hands were grasped tightly and pulled out in front of her and she obediently curled them round the wooden back of the chair as they were tied securely in place. A leather strap slithered round her middle and was then cinched underneath the wooden seat of the chair and she grunted as it was tightened sharply, forcing her body closer to the helpless female flesh underneath. A wait followed, an interminable delay for her wondering mind as she savoured the feeling of the trembling feminity bound tight to her and as her own unblemished cheeks quivered involuntarily due to the absolute fear of what was to come.

A chill breeze caused her flesh to ripple up into goosepimples and she felt herself sob softly with shame as she realised that her delicate quim and her tiny anal orifice were open to the man's searching gaze. Her sense of shame and humiliation caused a dark rush of satisfaction to cloud her mind just as the first blow fell, snaking across her vulnerable buttocks in a blaze of fire. She screamed loudly into the nape of the other girl's neck and thrust her hips forward in a desperate but unavailing attempt to escape from the agony caused by the bite of the rod. The tip of the cane traced the raised welt from side to side and then tantalisingly strayed into the tight crease of her buttocks, scraping across her exposed perineum and then along the length of her labia. She almost welcomed the exploration, knowing that while the cane was there, it could not strike her again and so she felt her soul quail as it moved away and she once again heard the crisp whistle of the rattan before she felt the impact. A starry burst of agony rushed through her nerve endings as her plump cheeks rippled around the rod and then the tip returned to exploring her folds, easing inside her labia an inch or so before being withdrawn once again.

Two quick strokes followed, cutting in under the overhang of her bottom and squeezing her forward until she heard a muffled cry from the hapless girl beneath her. Then the tip returned but this time it explored her anal crevice, scratching at the delicate crinkle and then circling her most private entrance while she sobbed in humiliation and fear of the unknown. Two more lashes raised deep welts across her whiteness while her yells echoed around the room and the burning sting seemed to take over her whole existence. The tip circled her again and then prised her anal eye open and slid inside as she cried out for him to stop. He had no pity however as she suffered the indignity of being impaled on the widening rattan tube even as she felt the trickles of her juices run down her labia and drip onto the buttocks and thighs of the girl beneath her.

Chapter Two

Victoria moved slowly and painfully, like an old woman, when the restraints were finally removed and she felt her breasts and stomach peel away from the skin of the girl trapped beneath her. She tottered to her feet and backed away from the half-smiling man who watched her with a mixture of amusement and bemusement from dark green eyes. She felt behind her for the reassuring softness of the black curtain as she inched along the wall of the small room but she only encountered the hard resistance of plaster scraping against her fingernails. The only door that she could see stood shut behind her assailant and she whipped a quick glance over her shoulder but could see nothing that resembled an exit.

Her mind started to race with terrible thoughts and then they were driven from her consciousness as he stepped forward holding out a corset. She took the undergarment and held it limply between her fingers, trying to puzzle out its intricacies, as he released the other girl who staggered to her feet wincing and shooting vicious looks across at Victoria.

"This lady seems to have joined us for a fitting, Amelia," stated the tall man calmly, "so help her into that corset."

"Yes, sir," responded Amelia as she bustled over to Victoria's side and began to arrange the garment properly. Victoria stood dumbstruck, somehow unable to say a word, as the corset was fastened loosely round her slim body. It cupped her breasts and forced the white mounds of flesh upwards and yet left them bare and her raspberry-like nipples erected in the chill air as the girl moved round behind her and started to thread the laces. Amelia left them loose and then stood demurely to one side, head bowed in submission, as Sir approached. He began to tighten the laces and Victoria felt her breath squeezed out of her body as her flesh was forced into unaccustomed positions. Her breasts seemed to get bigger and bigger while her waist narrowed until she started to pant with the discomfort of breathing while her internal organs ached as they were pressed together.

"Twenty-four inches- absolutely disgraceful!" commented Sir sharply after he had passed a cloth measuring tape around her waist and she felt an absurd sense of shame at disappointing him. "We will have to get that down to under twenty as soon as possible."

Still Victoria found it impossible to find her voice as her tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of her mouth. She wanted to babble that it was all some terrible mistake and that she was sorry for ignoring the sign and disturbing their little game but nothing emerged from her soft lips when she parted them slightly. A metal buckle hung from the front of the corset and she idly wondered what it could be for as it settled against her belly catching the light slightly then she shivered as she saw the man pick up a thin leather strap and her heart nearly stopped. Her soft buttocks were still burning fiercely from the application of the cane and her knees weakened at the prospect of the strap flicking across her vulnerable cheeks to add to the fire. Therefore she felt relieved when he slipped the strap into the buckle and fastened it securely before he allowed it to dangle down in front of her, separating her white thighs with its stark blackness. Then he moved behind her and she felt his cool fingers brush over her soft thighs as he grasped the strap and slowly drew it upwards. It traced its way up her calves and then up between her thighs and she let out a little groan of despair as she realised its purpose at last. He tugged it higher and she could do nothing but part her thighs and then gasp as the warm leather touched her soft labia while he threaded the end through another buckle on the back of the constricting corset. He started to tighten it and she struggled up on tiptoe in a vain attempt to escape from the biting pain in her pussy. She moaned in despair as Amelia's agile fingers parted the soft and delicate labia around the thin leather and then it was pressing against her innermost flesh as it was finally fastened into place.

Suddenly, Sir grasped her hands and pulled them behind her then cuffed them together before he made her kneel on the hard wooden floor, bringing great pain to her body as it tried to move in the restricting corset while the thin leather strap gnawed at her vitals. She could only watch through a cloud of unshed tears as he started to equip Amelia with a similar corset although hers was in red rather than black and her waist was a lot smaller, Victoria noted enviously. Before fitting the leather strap, Amelia was ordered to bend over the chair again and Victoria stared open-mouthed as her pussy lips gaped open and her tight, crinkled bumhole was revealed in all its glory. Amelia clearly knew what was about to happen because she made little mewling noises in her throat and wriggled expectantly on the chair as she waited. Victoria gasped as she saw the carved ivory phallus approaching the girl's vulnerable orifices and then watched it being stroked up and down the tight anal groove before it slipped into her slit. It slithered in and out and then emerged glistening into the candle light as the thick head pressed remorselessly against the tight rosehole. Inexorably it forced its way in past the surrendering sphincter while Amelia wailed and writhed at the thick insertion as her ring suddenly popped. The blunt head flowed into her body and then the relatively short shaft until only a bare inch remained then the leather strap was attached and tightened and Victoria found herself shivering in sympathy as Amelia squealed as the final inch of the dildo was forced up into her rectum by the pressure of the strap.

"Tomorrow we will educate you a little further," murmured Sir to Victoria, stroking her honey blonde hair lightly before raising her to her feet and instructing both girls to follow closely behind him. The thought of a tomorrow sent an excited shiver of fear down Victoria's spine as she walked slowly after his tall figure while the agonising pains in her tender pussy made her wince with every step.

Chapter Three

To Victoria's utter surprise and dismay, when they walked out of the room, the interior of the antique clothing shop was nowhere to be seen. Instead they emerged onto a long, dusty corridor that was dimly lit by oil lamps and she stumbled along, mind whirling frantically, until they came to a set of narrow, uncarpeted stairs. At the top of those was yet another corridor and then more stairs again until at last they halted abruptly as a door was opened and Amelia walked inside. Sir grasped Victoria's arms and bundled her into the room next door which was tiny and cramped and only had an uncomfortable low truckle bed inside it. Cobwebs festooned the low ceiling and Victoria shivered nervously at the thought of all those spiders lurking.

"This will be your room for however long you are with me," he stated calmly, staring at her intently. "You seem to have turned up out of the blue without the usual letter from your owner but I am sure it will reach me tomorrow explaining why you are in such desperate need of training."

Again, Victoria tried to articulate a protest but her tongue remained uncooperative, cleaving to the roof of her mouth instead of waggling furiously like it normally would. He unbuckled the leather strap from the front of her corset and she sighed with relief as the crushing pressure on her delicate labia eased only to bite her lip sharply as pain followed as the blood rushed back into her soft slit. With dawning horror, she recognised the object that he extracted from under the bed as something she had seen in museums and books-a china chamber pot decorated with pretty flowers. Yet she was also secretly relieved as she had been fighting an urgent desire to urinate for some time. He placed it in the middle of the room and then motioned to her to use it and her face flushed with mortification at the idea of squatting in front of him. She went to speak. mouth managing to open at last, but his hand slapped the top of her breast, stinging the exposed whiteness and leaving a vivid red mark on her alabaster skin and so she bent down and manoeuvred herself into position with some difficulty as her hands were still secured behind her back. Eventually she managed to position her pouting pussy lips over the rim of the cold china and then she reddened with embarrassment as she felt his cold green eyes watching her. Never before had she been observed going to the toilet and she found it incredibly humiliating especially when her warm stream began and noisily splashed down into the china. It seemed to continue for ever but finally the last few drops tinkled into the pot and then she stood at his snapped command.

He stroked his hands across her white thighs and then up between her legs then slapped her sharply on the thigh as she tried to move away. His index finger slid along her groove and came away glistening with her urine and then he gripped her hair firmly and wiped the finger over her mouth so that she could taste herself on her ruby lips. Then he refastened the leather strap, cinching it tight and making her cry out in agony as it split her labia apart once more, before he pushed her down onto the bed, uncuffed her hands and then refastened them to the metal headboard.

"Tomorrow we will start your training in earnest, young lady. I can see why you have been sent to me as you seem to have very little idea of how to behave to your superiors but a few months with me will cure that problem."

Victoria lay there dumbfounded as he turned on his heel and strode out, shutting the door behind him. She heard the next door open and suspected that he would be doing the same things to Amelia. How long had that girl been with this man? Closing her eyes tightly, Victoria willed herself to wake up from this nightmare but when she opened them a few seconds later nothing had changed and she could not stop the hot tears running freely from her cornflower-blue eyes. The agonising pain in her belly bit deeper and deeper as the strap chafed her labia and the tightness of the corset seemed to constrict her breathing and make her quim tighter and hotter as it pulsed against the leather. She tossed restlessly as she found herself longing to touch her clitoris which seemed to throb unbearably with unrequited lust. usually, she would be teasing her hand down into her soft curls and then stroking her slickness, enjoying the sweet sensations that would rise up through her flesh but now she was totally unable to do so.

A rhythmic creak from the bed next door came clearly through the thin wall and she blushed as she imagined the man's long cock entering into Amelia's soft, wet pussy. Her mind conjured up an image of the girl clad only in her corset, striped bottom wiggling on display, as Sir released the leather strap and then slid his long length into her tight young hole. Victoria's clit swelled even more and she wrenched at the leather cuffs in a desperate attempt to get a hand free to scratch the unbearable itch as the noises reached a crescendo and she felt as if she could almost feel the man's hot seed spurting deep into her own pussy and she cried out in frustration and disappointment.

Chapter Four

Eventually Victoria must have drifted off to sleep despite her peculiar situation because she was shocked into sudden wakefulness by a sharp slap to her bare breast and she opened her sleep-dusted eyes to see Amelia bending over her. The girl was wearing her corset and stockings but nothing else and her hands were free and Victoria felt a spasm of jealousy sweep through her at the thought of delights of something so simple as being able to use one's hands again. It was Amelia who released her from the torturous grasp of the leather strap and she was so grateful that she was allowed to slump against Amelia's warmth when the pain struck as the blood rushed back into the afflicted areas.

The throbbing agony in her labia forced tears out of her sapphire eyes and she squealed helplessly as the pain spread up into her mind. She was allowed a minute or so to recover and then Amelia pointed to the chamber pot and Victoria squatted over it obediently. She managed to sit on the cool china rim a little more decorously this time but still blushed furiously as the hot urine splashed out of her pussy and tinkled noisily into the vessel. The smell wafted up her nose and she wrinkled it in disgust then stood up quickly in order to get away from it.

"Bring it with you," Amelia ordered sharply and Victoria looked at her blankly as she wondered how she was meant to do that with her hands cuffed together. Sighing heavily, Amelia pushed Victoria down to the floor so that her head was next to the smelly bowl and then said, "Use your mouth to pick it up with, girl. Now come on!"

Victoria recoiled in horror at the very thought but her attempt to rise was thwarted by the light touch of a cane tip tracing its way down the bones of her back as Sir had entered surreptitiously as she had been grovelling.

"Is she being recalcitrant?" he murmured and at the silky threat encased in those simple words, Victoria steeled herself and, opening her mouth wide, bit down on the handle and somehow clambered to her feet whilst maintaining her grip on the chamber pot. The acrid stench of her own waste was now right by her nose and she felt the harsh fumes drift into her eyes as she carefully followed Sir and Amelia down the stairs. Her jaw muscles ached abominably but she feared the consequences too much to let go and so she bravely held on until they reached a sluice room where Amelia took the pot and tipped out the contents before leading her into breakfast where she was fed spoonfuls of porridge by Amelia as if she was a baby.