Ruled by the Rod (26 page)

'I can believe
it,' contributed a third. 'But how come it's in their hair?
Buggered arses and fucked cunts are two-a-penny round these parts,
but it's their mouths get used, not their scalps, usually.'

They had much
amusement at our expense, but we cared not by then, for they
fetched turpentine and linseed oil, and set to work to clean us up
as well as might be done for a first effort. The turpentine stung
our tender female parts, burning and causing us to writhe and
squeal, but we submitted gratefully to their attentions.

They were not
without their own motives for working on us so vigorously. For this
service we had to pay in the usual currency and, since there were a
dozen of them, and but three of us, the price was high, and harder
still to bear, since our poor bums had been scorched by the hot
tar. But it did at least ensure that that portion of our anatomies
was made clean and proper for the purpose when, otherwise, it might
have been left to cleanse itself naturally.

We stayed in
the stables a week before our state was such that we could approach
the Hall again, and seek admission. The men had been in no hurry to
make us fit to depart, keeping our bodies or, at least, our nether
openings, for their use as long as they dared. Not a night passed
but we had to accept a line of four a-piece. I could not make up my
mind which was the worst ordeal; the grooms, with hardened hands
and lusty pricks, or the humiliation of having to bend and accept
one of the stable boys, many years my junior. At least they were
not so rough with us, and their adolescent pricks seemed not to
distress our stretched anuses as much as the stallion sized cocks
the men deployed, but to be taken there by a boy caused my soul to
cringe.

At last the
day came when we could persuade them to send a message to the house
that we were fit to enter. The butler himself came out to inspect
us and, although disparaging about the grime ingrained beneath our
skins, and the traces of tar he still purported to detect in our
pubic hairs, he grudgingly admitted we might just pass muster and
that he would send out our clothes to us. We almost cried when a
smirking maidservant arrived with a large basket containing the
garments we had been made to discard at the shaft foot five weeks
before. We had not worn a stitch of clothing since that time,
exposed naked to man, woman and child, if one includes the stable
lads, for all that time. Beasts too, if the horses in pit-head and
stable are considered. We got our clothes, but for a price again,
taking all the stable hands one last time, before we were permitted
to cover ourselves at last.

Mr Brangwyn
greeted us in an off-hand manner, as if we were guests who he
couldn't refuse, but could spare little time for. He advised us
that we would be found beds for that night and then, tomorrow
early, we would take carriage back to our own home. No mention was
made, then or later, of our work in the mine, the sufferings we had
undergone, or indeed, the service we had rendered him by bringing
to their knees the female strikers, who normally drew the tubs, by
toiling in dust, dark and heat on ours.

And a surprise
awaited us at the judge's home. Far from being neglected in our
absence, the gentlemen had installed three girls to take care of
those noxious effusions that, it seemed, so continuously troubled
them. It was only natural, I suppose, that they should take
measures to ensure their health, and we were very wicked to resent
their presence, but they were brash and loud, and treated the
gentlemen with much less than that deference to which they were
entitled.

Moreover, we
found that we were expected to wait on these rather ill-bred
creatures with all the attention we paid our guardians, cleaning
their rooms, doing their washing of the most intimate sort, and
constantly at their beck and call, in addition to our normal duties
and the stern disciplinary exercises to which we three sisters were
subject.

Our evening
disciplinary sessions were resumed, but the new girls not only were
exempt, it seemed, from these inquisitions, and the subsequent
fustigations, but were actually invited to comment on our
behaviour, and most shaming of all, to use the rod on our backsides
and even witness the use made of our private nether places
subsequently.

I did remark
on this to the judge, who informed me in stern tones that they,
being of less fine clay than ourselves, were less vulnerable to
female woes, and hence in less need of such disciplines. He also
pointed out, quite legitimately, that my questioning of the
arrangements made for the household smacked of impertinence, and I
was awarded extra strokes at the evening chastisement, and put into
the most cutting of crotch straps for three days without respite,
emerging with my conscience cleared, and my ignorance
enlightened.

And now a new,
and irrevocable change was thrust upon us. At dinner we were told
to prepare ourselves with especial care for the evening's session
in the study. Our persons were to be meticulously clean and neat,
our female parts, especially, to be attended to and the hair about
them trimmed of stray ends, our vaginas washed with soap and water,
and to be sweet and scented. This was so far a departure from the
usual austerity of our care that we could not help speculating
among ourselves as to what it portended, but were still at a loss
when we reported as required.

We found the
gentlemen, as usual, accompanied by their new friends, drinking
brandy and in rare good spirits. The judge called all to order and
the session commenced.

It began
conventionally enough, though the number of our faults, and the
penalties awarded seemed much more than usual. I was made to mount
the arms of the dread chair and take fifteen strokes from the
bishop, and then stay on my painful perch while the young
interloper, who was the bishop's favourite, lashed me with a
further ten, keeping them all on my thighs, the most painful spot
of all.

They did not
however require us, as had been the custom, to remain with
stretched forks on the chair, at the end of each of our
fustigations, while they discharged their copious accumulations of
harmful juices in our rectums. Instead, we were sent out into the
corridor, then called in, one by one.

Marion went
first, as was usual. From outside the heavy closed door we two who
remained could hear but little; a murmur of voices, some loud
laughter and inaudible remarks from the girls, and a sharp cry from
Marion. The process of satisfying the judge's wants seemed to take
rather longer than we were used to, or perhaps it was just the
apprehension induced by being banished to the corridor.

Eventually
Marion reappeared, her face covered in tears. She would not meet
our eyes, or answer our urgent whispered queries, shaking her head
and almost running towards her room.

Pale with
apprehension, Charlotte went in to do her turn, and I waited, my
belly now quaking, to listen to a repeat of the previous pattern,
including some barracking, by its sound, followed by a shrill cry
from Charlotte. There was a cheer from the girls, as if some deed
of significance had been accomplished, then only vague noises for a
minute or so. Some minutes later Charlotte appeared. Like Marion
before her, she would not face me, but fled to her room as if
forbidden to communicate.

I entered the
study on legs of jelly. Previous experience had taught me that all
change was usually for the worse, and likely to lead to pain,
humiliation or both.

I made to
strip my body, preparatory to mounting the chair, when the judge
indicated he had something to say.

'Your other
guardians and I have been giving careful thought as to your best
management and future course. We have come to a number of
conclusions, which will be made known to you when the time is
right. In respect of one of those decisions, that time is now.'

I trembled,
wondering what this could mean; what dire experience had left my
stoic sisters so distraught.

'It has been
represented to us by your fellow females,' the judge indicated the
three young women who had so lately joined the household, 'that
your virgin state is a source of unhealthy pride to you, and a
perpetual affront to them. Tonight, you will be relieved of that
maidenhead, and your pride humbled, the affront wiped out.'

I must have
paled for faintness overcame me, and I nearly swooned. So this was
what my poor sisters had suffered, their maidenheads ripped so
untimely from them. No wonder they had passed without speaking.
Even if they had not been forbidden to say anything, shame would
have kept them silent.

'Mount the
chair, now,' the justice ordered. 'Since you have been the reverend
bishop's special care, he will do you the honour of taking your
flower.'

For a moment I
stood open-mouthed, struck dumb with horror, trying to form words
of protest and supplication, but it was in vain. In any case, my
words would not have been heard, if uttered, for the horrid girls
struck up a chant of 'Up! Up! Up!' and before their monstrous
barrage, I capitulated and climbed onto the chair, skirts thrown up
over my back, exposing my whip-streaked buttocks, my thighs
widespread by the spacing of the arms, leaving my vulva open to the
rear, the lips slightly stretched already by the pose.

While the
hateful young women egged him on with cries of encouragement, the
bishop unbuttoned himself, letting his manhood spring free. It was
a mighty member, as I knew only too well from its frequent
insertion into my tight anus, and I cringed at the thought of what
it was about to do. I trembled as I felt it nuzzling between my
nether lips, and probing for the sealed entrance to my vagina,
while the girls called out lewd comments on his weapon.

'That's better
than Salisbury spire,' one cried.

'Ring her
bells for her then, bishop,' urged another.

And, 'Ram her,
slam her, burst her pride,' from the third.

He began to
push but my maidenhead was strong, and he could make no progress.
It hurt abominably, and I might have been better off if it had been
a lesser membrane, and given more easily.

The lustful
harpies began another chant, 'Push! Push! Push!'

The bishop
thrust with all his weight, and he was through, the mighty weapon
sunk deep into my belly. My shriek of pain and shame was drowned in
the cheer of vengeful glee that went up from the girls. They danced
in triumph, calling, 'Who's a virgin now?' and, 'That's your pride
pricked, slut.'

I clung to my
perch in numb misery, scarcely concerned now that the bishop was
battering me with his loins, his belly thwacking against my sore
buttocks, his male member reaming my torn sheath. Only when his
pace quickened and I felt the monstrous shaft swell within me, did
the full horror strike me. He was about to discharge his seed into
my unprotected belly and there was nothing I could do about it.

The lewd young
women sensed his mounting passion also, and began to egg him on,
chanting in time with his frenzied stroking, urging him to, 'Give
it her. Pump her full, bishop. Stuff her to the gills.'

To the
accompaniment of their cries, and strangled grunts from the bishop,
I felt, for the first time, the frightening flush of semen against
my womb.

That night I
lay in my narrow bed, sore in buttock and vulva. Would that all the
perilous fluid might leave, but I had no hopes that I might escape
that way.

From then on
this mode of intercourse became the norm, and we were taken in this
fashion each evening, at the conclusion of our disciplining. The
cruel interlopers were usually allowed to stay and watch our
degradation and exposure to the risks of swollen bellies and ruin,
while frequently they were allowed also, to suggest what
punishments we should suffer, and even to inflict them.

After the
first evening when we were deflowered, the gentlemen did not
restrict themselves to their one usual sink into which to discharge
their juices, but took each of us in turn, so that we received seed
from all three, several times a week. It was almost inevitable that
some of this abundant sowing should take root and, within two
months, each of us began to show disturbing signs. Another month,
and we could not dismiss them as fantasy brought on by fear. Each
was now certain of a swollen belly, and milky teats. Our stays
could not be made to meet, tug we never so desperately at their
laces.

When we, as we
must, confessed our condition to our guardians, they had the doctor
strip and examine us, to confirm our findings, then had us stand
while the judge told us how they intended to deal with us.

'Now that you
have proved yourselves harlots by conceiving when not wed, we
cannot allow you to remain in this house and sully its reputation
by bringing bastards into it. Tomorrow I will convene a special
court, where you will be condemned for harlotry, and sentenced to a
whipping, and to transportation to the new penal colony in
Australia.

But before
then, you will hand over all that you possess to these young women,
who will take care of our needs in the future. You may retain two
plain gowns, two petticoats, two pairs of stocking and a pair of
shoes each, together with a kerchief and hairbrush, some sewing
necessaries, nothing more.'

And so it was
done. At the special court the clerk read a disposition laid by the
bishop, accusing us of harlotry, and the doctor gave evidence of
our pregnancy. The judge gave a homily denouncing vice, and saying
an example should be made. Besides, he added, the new colonies were
short of females to populate the country and, with our proven
fertility, we would serve well for the purpose.