Excerpt from: The Correction of Cordelia

 

Cordelia was loaded into the company van for her trip to Eustace Barrington's house in Kensington, who had been lucky enough to draw first go with her.

However, she did not simply step into the back of the van, as she had when she had been transported to Ivory's premises from Bow Street. Discretion over the arrangement with her potential suitors demanded that she travel back and forth incognito and indeed unrecognisable as a woman.

She was collared, leashed and gagged as normal, but with a strap about her waist with extra looped buckles on its sides that were bound about her elbows, holding her arms down and in. Her wrists were cuffed to heavy garter straps and her ankles were hobbled by a short chain, limiting her to a few shuffling footsteps. Restrained in this way, anybody could take charge of her outside Ivory's secure premises, without any chance that she could escape.

She was then put in a travelling crate, which was a green-painted wooden box about the size of a coffin. It was padded on the inside and fitted with more straps that were tightened across her body. With its lid in place she was totally enclosed, with the only light coming through air holes bored in its sides. The travelling crate had its own integral set of wheels on its foot end and handles on its head end, so it could be tipped back and rolled about easily, as grocers did with their sacks of produce stacked on their little wheeled trucks. Now she felt even more like a piece of merchandise.

It was restrained in this manner that Cordelia was wheeled up a ramp extended from the back of the van and secured upright within it. Ivory clambered on board and sat with her during the journey. Even though she could not see him, his presence was somehow reassuring. Nevertheless, her stomach churned wildly, and she feared she might be sick inside her travelling crate.

But she managed to maintain her composure, and eventually the van stopped, and she was unloaded by Knaps and wheeled into some interior space. She felt herself being bumped up flights of stairs and wheeled along another corridor into another room, and then she was left standing upright. She heard the muffled voices of Barrington and Ivory arranging what time she would be collected, and then Ivory departed.

The lid of her crate was opened, and Barrington's plump face beamed in at her.

'There you are at last,' he said brightly. 'I have everything ready for you. I think I can promise you a most interesting day...'

He unstrapped the restrained belts and led her shuffling out of her crate. She saw he was wearing a robe and slippers.

She was in some large airy room of what was evidently a well-appointed house. However, there were some shockingly explicit pictures of female slaves being tormented hung on the walls. In one corner was some low rectangular object covered in a black cloth. In front of her was an open upright wooden frame, a little like a detached double doorframe, standing on a flat base and braced by struts from each side. It was hung about with straps and chains, and from a hook on its side, a leather lash.

'We're going to have lots of fun with this,' he promised her eagerly. 'Very versatile. Good for discipline and pleasure. You'll soon get the hang of it...'

He manoeuvred her to stand within the frame and then undid her arms one at a time and stretched them up to the top corners of the device and secured her wrists again. Straps from the sides went about her waist. Then, freeing her hobble chain, he stretched her legs apart and cuffed her ankles the bottom corners of the frame.

Although she was trembling in fear and anticipation, so far Cordelia did not think the device was that bad. After all, she had some experience with such things now. She was helpless but not stretched too tight. It was not much worse than the stock frame in Ivory's office and at least there were no screw plugs inside her. Presumably, Barrington intended to ravish her from the front or rear while she was restrained. He might even use the lash on her first. Well, she could cope with that. But Barrington had a surprise in store...

He went to the covered object in the corner and pulled off its cover. It was revealed as a cage; and huddle up inside which were two naked, collared, gagged and blindfolded women.

He opened the cage door and pulled them out by the hair and held them upright on either side of him, as if showing them off. Their arms were pulled up behind their backs, with short chains connecting their cuffs to the backs of their collars.

'This is Milly, and this is Tilly,' he said. 'Or is it the other way about? Never mind, they're great fun to play with. I'm sure you'll enjoy them too. After all, why limit oneself to one girl when one can enjoy three at a time, is what I say!'

But Cordelia was staring at the women's thighs. They had huge rubber phalluses protruding from them, which bristled with ribs and prongs. They appeared to be plugged deep into their bodies and they wagged about as they moved.

Barrington dragged the two women over to the frame and positioned them in front and behind Cordelia. She could feel the heat of their bodies. They had short lengths of sprung chain dangling from the fronts of their collars. He hooked them to the rings in the front and back of Cordelia's collar. The tension pulled the three of them together.

The nipples of the woman in front of her, which may have been Tilly or perhaps Milly, brushed against her own, while those of the woman behind her pressed against her back. She had never been this close or intimate to another woman before. The tips of their wagging phalluses rubbed through her buttock cleft and across her lower belly. Barrington bent down and guided them into her.

'Got to make sure these go up into the right holes!' he chortled.

Cordelia gasped as the rubber shafts slid up inside her for front and rear, stretching her passageways and grating their prongs and ribs up through them until they seemed to press together inside her. At least when Ivory had penetrated her, she'd only had to take him inside one passage at a time. She realized her stretching practice in the office stock frame had not been severe enough. To have both her passages plugged at the same time so tightly was frightening. Would they burst her or tear something inside her?

Then the two women's bodies were pressed tightly against hers and she was filled to the limit.

Barrington took up the lash and swished it theatrically through the air a few times and then he began to beat Tilly and Milly's bare bottoms, leather cracking against their soft flesh.

They yelped and sobbed around their gags and flinched and jerked forward. This meant they ground their naked bodies hard against Cordelia's, while helplessly jabbing their jutting phalluses even deeper up into her. She sobbed and writhed as she was sandwiched between them, frantically tugging on the cuffs and chains that bound to the restraining frame. It creaked and swayed but did not give way. There was no escape.

Giggling at the sight of three naked, helpless, intimately conjoined women, Barrington began to scamper around the frame, swinging the lash wildly against bare bottom flesh. In turn, the women shrieked and jerked, skewering Cordelia again and again. The scent of them was filling her nostrils, even as the shafts of their phalluses were filling her rectum and vagina.

Pubic curls rasped against her bush while more of them brushed her buttocks. It was as if they were one big orifice. The other women's juices were flowing and mingling with hers. Sweat was lathering their bodies where they rubbed together.

She was being overwhelmed by sensations she did not know how to cope with. In a way, she was making love to two women at the same time. It was so cruel and degrading! But then it was meant to break her, or perhaps convert her to wishing for such a perverse lifestyle. Did Barrington imagine she was inherently as perverse as he was, or was he simply taking the opportunity to play out his sordid fantasy? And would it break her?

No, never! But then what could she do? Just bend without breaking...

Her vagina and anal ring clenched tight about the pumping phalluses and with a sob and a gasp, she felt her juices squirting out from her plugged vagina. The welcome warm embrace of a climax enveloped her and for a few seconds she was happily beyond any other cares.