A Victorian Lord

Hermione Dowager Lady Ashfordly surveyed her domain, life was changed indeed from when she was mistress at Ashfordly House yet not without its compensations, her step daughter Katherine had been promised to fine upstanding Col Hogarth, her other step daughter Rebekah remained with her in Catesby together with the half sister Hope the Late Lord Ashfordleys bastard daughter born of Mrs Peasbody the Reverend's wife.

Charlie Rokeby, now Lord Ashfordly, had reset the stations of these related persons, his cousins, and his uncles wife from whose grasp the family fortune had slipped when he died without issue, yet now was fate to play a hand not even Rokeby could have forseen.

It was a quiet period for the girls, Catesby field was empty, the regiments away on exercise the nearest the Greys at Heaton ten miles hence, and though the regulars came the girls became bored with sitting aimlessly, and sought new companionship of the virile militia or soldiery.

The girls sitting around gossiping hatched a plan, something different, something to entice the men to walk the ten miles and ten more home, and to inspire them to such passion as must relieved with such urgency as would fill the Bordello's coffers to overflowing, men who had seen most things, who had seen the flesh pots of Finsbury Park and of the depravity of the roaming bands of camp followers who trailed behind when some older men had seen service overseas.

Hermione was delighted at the plan and swore the girls to secrecy, whilst embellishing the plan such that they all seven, six girls and Hermione could earn the money whilst another provided the stimulus.

Behind the Bordello was a large building, once a venue for cock fighting, badger baiting and fist fighting but now recently disused and yet in Hermione's minds eye a theatre it was to be, and here the entertainment provided to induce such lust as must require its near instantaneous relief, and what entertainment was this to be, verily it were secret even the star of the show yet remained in blissful ignorance of her fate.

Benches remained and a raised ring for fisticuffs, the proper fight not the Queensbury effeminate version with gloved hands, but the proper bare knuckle spectacle, and to this Hermione directed the girls energies with cleaning and then she found a bench and some manacles for to hold the performer.

But who should perform, that night as they laid abed the harlot Hannah stared deeply into her maid Hope's eyes. "There is to be a show, for the militia, a special show."

Hope seemed troubled yet suspected not the next utterance, Hannah continued.

"Will you perform with us, to entice the Gentlemen, oh please say yes, just the play, we shall entertain carnally whilst you do otherwise. please say you will"

And Hope could not deny her lover and said "Yes"

And so it was sealed, a play of sorts with cock fighting and a badger and a fist fight, for a prize and that play to be Beauty and the Beast, yet a comedy, and all were sworn to secrecy.

And so they journeyed by carter's cart to Heaton to inform and entice the militia there. Hermione, Harlots, less two who remained to service any gentlemen who should require such, and Hope, attired this time not as maid but as harlot her face painted such that her own mother would scarce recognise her, her waist pulled by corsetry so she may scarce breathe and her chest thrust out in consequence. All displayed on Mr Stobart's mighty cart with his team of Shire Horses pulling nobly before it.

Hope gazed down, the militia crowded around insensible of their officers entreaties and orders to form ranks, and hope knew that each man below desired her, what a change from so recently, when such would would not even dare to gaze upon her the daughter so it seemed of the Reverend, and yet here she could choose a mate from hundreds so it seemed.

Soon all was done, the message passed and passed again till all knew of the delights promised for that very night in Catesby.

Col Davenport addressed the men from among the harlots, to their great and ribald cheers, announcing a general leave of absence for the throng leaving only the barest number to stand guard over the armoury and furthermore half the men's wages to be paid forthwith, not as was the tradition on the day following the Sabbath.

His address completed Davenport spoke sternly to Hermione. "Madam, never again do such a thing to me, had I not acceded to your request I should have had a riot and mutiny, and my life's work, my very reputation ruined, so Madam I demand free use of your harlots for my men who this eve stand guard and of course for myself, and you I shall take and horsewhip forthwith while the younger girls entertain my men excessively with their charms."

And so with the merest shiver of anticipation Davenport led Hermione from the cart and away to his great tent, in size such that a Frenchman may more term Marquee, than an Englishman's conception of tent,.

Davenport ordered his servant. "Batman pray strip the strumpet to nakedness and tie her to the whipping rail whilst I take refreshment, my very jaw aches from the incessant bellowing."

Hermione assisted the servant to remove her raiments and she observed with pleasure the bulge in his breeches the revelation of her teats engendered, she wondered idly how many play strokes she should receive before they in turns took her carnally, and indeed she wondered how many should indeed take her should it be Servant or Master alone.

Hermione looked coyly in her best harlot fashion as the servant stripped the last of her raiments leaving her just her silken leggings and court shoes with the raised heels. Her tongue wagged when it would have better remained still, "What a strange name you have Mister Batman."

Davenport laughed greatly, "Tis a rank like Footman, not a sir name, now brace thyself for chastisement."

Hermione bent herself supported by the whipping rail against her belly, braced waiting, yet unprepared for the ferocity of the blow, it slashed against her buttock then before she could even draw breath, the other, then the first again, her mind saw but a red fog and her whole body was but a mass of pain, yet, to her shame moisture she felt amongst the entrails of her slot and her very teats grew long and tender, she felt the need to caress, to protect her own teats yet in doing so aroused them more, she felt below hoping she imagined the wetness, but her worst fears were answered when a very trickle of juice escaped with her probing.

The slashing ceased, "Remove thine hand wench" Davenport ordered as he removed the Jacket of his uniform dress, revealing a shirt wet with the sweat of his exertions,

The Batman swept it up and laid it carefully aside, for Davenport to renew his assault.

Ten and four more lashes fell before Davenport again laid the horse whip aside, this time to release the pressure within his breeches as his very prong had become entrapped in it's engorgement, and so with prong released and rearing nobly he resumed his task, yet suddenly the lure of the harlot overcame him, her tiny brown rectal bud, the target of his whip became subservient in his mind to her dripping slot, such that he set aside his whip and entered his prong within her instantly, from behind some would say as a dog would take a bitch, though taking the softness of the slot, not as a sodomite, all the while heedless of his Batman's entreaties to use a skin.

Davenport had not had use of a whore for too long, his prong unpractised but fresh relishing its unaccustomed gallop was stoking the fires of passion within Hermione, what a fool had she been seeking rank and fortune when the basest depravities were so much crammed with the most unimaginable pleasures, as her very backside burned and her teats twisted and squeezed under Davenport's muscled hands and her dreams were answered as he kissed her gently upon the neck, she but wished she could take his sweet face within her hands and kiss his lips as they fornicated.

It was with great sadness they separated, long after they should have, long after his seed had shot within her, with his appendage almost shrunken they eased apart, neither wishing to give up the comfort the other afforded, each knowing but for rank and position they could have shared a great love, but it was not to be, she bastard daughter of a lord and he a noble yet impecunious Officer, their union could be no more than that of harlot and customer, yet, though unspoken both wished for more,

A chastened but happy Hermione returned to the cart and amid the cheering of the militia men they made haste for Catesby to prepare the show.

Rebekah, Hermione's step daughter, now serving as maid to the harlots, waited anxiously for their return, of the four she alone remained chaste, untouched by man or beast, her maidenhead intact, yet she feared so soon she would be forced that final stage to utmost depravity, where she might be instructed, ordered even, to fornicate with whosoever her Mistress should take payment from, the thought excited yet troubled her, she could not let the image of a filthy strong powerful man pawing her, taking his pleasure with her as he alone willed, such imagery could not escape her mind, she began to wish for her own ruination such that the uncertainty might be put behind her and she wondered even if Hope had today made the final step, if taken as a whore were indeed a step below taken by a beast.

Rebekah's fears were in part realised in part allayed, Hope spoke of the men, clustering round but too disciplined to touch, even when Col Davenport took their mistress away for chastisement.

Hope spoke of the girls each bidding for the men's attention a glimpse of inner thigh, then of pale white breasts then each out doing the other, and Hope forgetting her station as maid joining in raising her skirts as did they but unconscious that of all only she wore no bloomers, and that her slot alone was on public view, she believed for a while that she were most desired of all, and dreamed of choosing this militiaman then that one to form an orderly queue for her charms, but of course such was not to be, yet she served all hours, snatching only such sleep as she could steal, while the harlots filled their coffers for merely resting abed. It did not seem fair.

The entertainment commenced with a cock fight, then the badger fought valiantly and indeed triumphed, the terriers crushed within its mighty jaws till at last it were released through a funnel of humanity to its pen wherein in was entrapped and as the crowd cheered one Corporal did smash its bony skull with a great axe.

The beast was carted away, the men knowing full well that they would be partaking of that very flesh when called to dine at the cook house on the morrow.

As all the excitement built so did the Harlots wait, some serving the early comers others waiting nervously, yet excited at the prospect of so many virile bed mates eager for their charms, Hermione had enlisted assistance from two worn out hags of thirty five summers or more, who though well versed in the art of whore-dom had themselves been ravaged by such disease that no man would touch them, and these sought to serve as maids for the harlots as Hope was now to be the star harlot instead of mere harlot's maid.

Hannah and Georgia ministered to Hope, gently bathing her and with consummate skill whisking away the fur from shoulder pits and the lower belly with their razors so she was a clean and smooth as a new born babe, then to Hope's great surprise and indeed relief a mask, the head of a dog or bitch in form they strapped to her head to hide her shame, while over her back was draped a simple coat of dog hair yet her mounds and her buttocks and her slot all remained to public view displayed.

To complete Hope's transformation around her throat was placed a collar of leather with an iron buckle such as adorns usually a dog, and from it again a stout leather strap, again her waist they encircled with a stout wide leather belt and from it chains to each ankle.

"I can't stand up" complained Hope.

"It adds to the excitement if you crawl, now still thy tongue" suggested Georgia, and they looped Hope's strap around the handle of a door and she obligingly waited quietly for her fate.

Then Hannah dressed in her Garb, A Regimental coat alone she wore, naked as a babe below, and then did Hermione dress in her costume, the dress of a princess if a princess should choose bare buttocks and to have her mounds and teats displayed but below she wore a stout belt dropping below between her very legs and supported thereon a full foot of polished black ebony the very effigy of a beast's rampant prong, and it strained forth mightily and to finish a tiny black mask to hide her visage.

And so the main event came.

A drum roll rang out then a Sergeant called "My Lords Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Beast,"

And from the door stepped Hannah and behind crawled Hope in her mask and her collar and strap and a great cheer arose from the Soldiery, and as she was taken to the

stage did Hope appreciate the extent of her descent, her crawl of shame, yet crawl of anticipation it may more properly be called, the mask the snout of a dog allowed no vision forward and little enough to the side yet Hermione expertly guided Hope up the ramp to the stage and on to the bench where she was to be restrained, in seconds she was bound to the bench by her strap, face down, her mounds sagging down past where the bench had been shaped for the purpose and her hips supported excellently such as to afford instant access to all the lower orifices.

A mighty roar of surprise rose from the assembled throng, and a great cheering arose

And again the Drum roll "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Beauty"

And Hermione strolled easily into the arena,

Laughter and cheers near raised the roof of the great shed and the Militia waited the moment of triumph as in true fear did Hope anticipate her fate.

Hermione had troubled thoughts, such had seemed a great jape yet suddenly she was to enter her ebony appendage within another as a hundred and more observed and cheered, yet she saw such she must do and in all promptitude as soon as she entered onto the stage did she engage the tip of the ebony within the lips leading unto the Maid's womb and she thrust mightily to insert the same as she thought an inch, yet such was Hope's anticipatory moistness that accompanied by intense screams the monster disappeared inches within the maid such that to the throng it appeared the whole length had slid therein.

Cheers and laughter rang out anew.

But as the men cheered Hermione realised there was nothing to follow, a hundred to serve six maids surely a riot should ensue but as she humped as man or beast might though she looked as beauty or princess the pleasure of the pressure of her thrusts upon her own tiny bud grew manifest and she needed to ride to her own fulfilment.

It was at the same moment beauty and beast both reached that pinnacle of pleasure which thye so oft sought but seldom found and the thrusts subsided to gentleness and then stopped.

An anticipatory hush fell then coarse jeering arose than a voice, "Grey's Attention" Col Davenport shouted and the room hushed as a hundred and more stood to attention, "Stand easy, Drummer a roll?"

Davenport feared a riot, and seizing a chair which he stood upon he made an announcement, "Ladies and Gentleman. We have a further diversion for you."

Davenport continued "A contest, each may pay one shilling and he who shall remain within the wench longest may receive ten shillings prize, now who shall take up this challenge?"

One then another and a third stepped forward. Davenport continued "And within the house the Ladies of the night await"

Hannah and Hermione slipped away and the terrified Hope alone remained restrained the unwilling machinery whereby the contest may be resolved. Then as a Sergeant stepped forward to take charge of the contest, Davenport followed the whores to their abode. A queue of patient soldiery formed out-with the door, as Davenport spoke.

"I do believe you are determined to ruin me Madam," Davenport declaimed. "twice now riots among my men have I narrowly averted and now a further crisis looms, one hundred to serve and but six to serve same."

Davenport was worried that enough harlots were not abroad for to service his men adequately, but he had experience of continental brothels, even the Arabs and put forward a suggestion, a minute passed and then somewhat uncertainly Hannah agreed to test the idea, first they pushed the bed aside laying instead the bedclothes upon the floor, then with her small brown orifice well lubricated with honey and the pink slit lubricated with her own juice she invited the first militia man to lie down, he acceded and she sank down upon his appendage then while his friend sought to take the pleasures of sodom. the resistance threatened to foil the scheme but slowly he eased within and the third came in and was instructed he should place his manhood within her mouth so that she may give ease and relief with her teeth and tongue.

"Shame she cannot manipulate two more with her hands and better yet two further with her feet" Hannah murmured in jest yet she realised such would fall entirely into the realm of practicality.

And so was the pattern established and three at one time did each girl service, except Hope, still bound in the performing ring, like a dog while a sergeant of militia collected a shilling from each who chose to service her, and all counted the seconds down as each performed, yet the performances so severely curtailed were by the unaccustomed excitement afforded by an audience that none were able for more than a minute and a piece to remain both rampant and sheathed.

For Hope's part she cried profusely, but whether from shame or pleasure we know not as within the space of a few hours from taking her first man she was taken by her twenty first. Soon it seemed the contest were done and the militia drifted away yet she remained bound and seeing same one then another took their pleasure throwing a shilling or perchance a farthing upon the stage as payment, as she remained forgotten by her sisters and Mistress alike.

And yet within the confines of the Bordello, a strange sight, while the Harlots and maids strained mightily to serve the throng, Hermione locked herself away with Col Davenport talking and after a while he took her to bed and having taken his pleasure was found kissing her like she were his lover, while she for her part wished so fervently that her lover he could be and even dreamed that his child she should bear.

Night then early morning came to Catesby, and a long line of impoverished and weakened but satisfied militia set forth along the main road to return to Heaton camp, their pay now safely within the coffers of Catesby Bordello.

It was morning when Hope was remembered, Hannah released her bonds and brought her within the house and they set to to cleanse her of the slime of so many, the maid was distraught, intact she may not have been but to take her first and twenty first and more man on the same day was the most profound of shocks as she was indeed not the least desirous of a life of whore-dom. Hannah tried her utmost but in this Hope was inconsolable.

Hermione watched with sorrow her dashing Colonel depart not knowing when she should see him again, even if she should see him again and she wondered if she was even yet with Davenport's child as no skin had they used and that she wished more than any other single thing.