Chapter 1: Lord Devon

The footman opened the door to Lord Devon’s study and showed the guest in. He was a clergyman, dressed in a long black robe with a white dog-collar.

“Ah, Reverend Robinson, I’m so pleased to meet you face to face at last.”

“Lord Devon, the pleasure is all mine,” the Reverend said.

Lord Devon laughed. “I’m hoping a lot of the pleasure is going to be mine in the future.”

“Of course. None of my clients has ever been disappointed.”

“You come with very high recommendations from some of my more…adventurous friends.”

“Yes. Victorian England is rather a mixture of contradictions. Strict morality on the one hand in the areas where refined people like you live, but a pit of depravity in the center of the city.”

“Yes. It’s disgusting what goes on in those houses of ill-repute. Plus I hear they are so dirty too.”

“I have heard too.”

“Yes. It’s much better to keep a mistress. That’s what I’ve done in the past. But it is so inconvenient. Not to mention expensive. And then she gets old and threatens you if you don’t continue to pay her.”

“Not ideal at all. So that is how I came up with the idea for my service.”

“So tell me just how your services work.”

“Well as you know you could arrange for girls to visit you. But you wouldn’t really want the neighbors to see, let alone your wife and family. Plus you don’t know who else they have been visiting.”

“Indeed. I have been reluctant to go that route.”

“Much better to be discreet,” the Reverend said. “And so much more satisfying.”

“Yes.”

“Your household already contains a number of young women, the parlor maids and chamber maids. The kitchen maids. Perhaps even your children’s governess.”

“Indeed. A modern household seems to take a lot of servants to run smoothly. But they know nothing of the arts of Venus.”

“So that is where I come in. We select the girl you want from among your servants. I recommend you pick an innocent one who is still a virgin, she won’t have any bad habits. I train her in the erotic arts. It is rather like the groom who takes a horse, breaks it and then trains it to respond properly to the reins so that it is a pleasure to ride. I do the same with your servant. I take her and break her and train her to respond properly to your commands so that she is a pleasure to ride. Or whatever service you decide that you want her to give you. I take her away as an innocent servant and bring her back as your slut.”

“There’s a very pretty maid who serves our meals in the dining room.”

“That’s perfect. Does she serve your meals in this study occasionally?”

“Of course, if I’m working and we’ve no guests I sometimes take meals in here.”

The Reverend laughed. “I predict you’ll be having more meals in here in the future.”

“And nobody knows. It’s such a great concept. My wife and family and the neighbors have no idea and I have a girl to fuck whenever I want.”

“Once we have trained one girl I can always return and train another. I recommend having two or three sluts fully prepared. So one is always available. Plus variety is the spice of life, as they say. A man of your taste will not be satisfied with just a single girl.”

“So where does the training take place?”

“The initial training takes place at my vicarage. Once the girl is my slut, we can finish the training here. We transfer her affections from me to you. She becomes your slut, not mine.”

“I’m already looking forward to it.”

“You’ll also need to pay the girl. How much do you pay a maid normally?”

“I think about fifteen pounds a year. The butler takes care of those details.”

“You should plan on paying her an additional five pounds per month. Unless your butler is very discreet, I suggest you pay her yourself in cash. That will ensure both her enthusiasm and her silence. It’s a lot of money for a young girl.”

“So you train her at the vicarage and then you bring her back here?”

“Exactly. We put her through her paces here in your study. Or in one of your unused bedrooms. You’ll have the best fucking of your life, I guarantee it.”

“And afterwards she is living in my house, under the eyes of everyone, but nobody knows she is…my slut.”

“Then when your friends come over you have a new treat for them to go with your celebrated wine-cellar, the beauty of your garden and the skill of your cook. That’s another reason that you will want more than one girl trained eventually.”

“And what do you charge for this training service?”

“That depends on how extensive a training you want the girl to receive. I need to ask a rather delicate question. Which orifices of the girl interest you?”

“How do you mean?”

“I’m sure you want to fuck her in her little tight quim. But do you want her to be well-trained how to suck you too? And do you want to be able to sometimes take advantage of her little brown taboo hole? I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“I’ve never taken a girl there. I think the first girl should be trained for fucking and licking. If I decide to indulge in her more exotic hole then I can bring you back to train her for it.”

“Very well. Plus I’ll train her to receive pleasure as well as to give it. I’m sure you love to feel a girl cumming when you finger her or perhaps even lick her.”

“I’ve never licked a girl. It sounds rather depraved. I already want to try it.”

“Then I’ll also train her to teach you how to lick her. You’ll both have a fun project to enjoy together. She’ll practically fall in love with you the first time your tongue makes her cum.”

“It sounds like I’m going to learn a lot too.”

“Yes. Plus when I bring her back I’ll teach you how to discipline her. A good slut needs an occasional punishment.”

“Really?”

“Yes. The dark to go along with the light. It will make her so affectionate you’ll find it hard to believe.”

“I had no idea.”

“My services cost two hundred pounds. Half in advance. Half when I deliver her back trained. You should also give me the girl’s first couple of months’ bonus, say ten pounds. I will give it to her during her training. Between the carrot of the money and the stick on her ass she will do whatever, first I and then you, demand of her.”

“You are not cheap. For that money I expect you to train her personally.”

“Of course. That way you know that I am the only man she has been with before you.”

Lord Devon crossed the room and opened a drawer in his desk. He took out a wad of banknotes.

“One hundred and ten pounds,” he said. “One hundred for you. And ten for Nellie. So are you really a vicar?”

“Yes. It’s the perfect job. It allows me to provide the specialized services I do without raising any suspicion.”

Lord Devon pressed a bell on the wall. A male servant soon appeared.

“Sir?” he said.

“Reverend Robinson will be returning to his vicarage. Arrange a carriage to take him there this afternoon.”

“Yes sir.”

“And I decided to send Nellie to the country too, for a few days. They are short of help in the vicarage. She can go in the same coach.”

“Sir?”

“Yes I know it is unusual for a maidservant to travel with a gentleman. But Reverend Robinson is a man of the cloth.”

Chapter 2: To the Vicarage

The carriage pulled away from Lord Devon’s house in the town. Alongside the Reverend Robinson was a pretty servant girl who in a week he would have turned into everything Lord Devon could fantasize about and more. He smiled to himself when he thought about the fact that she had no idea what was going to happen. She thought she was just being sent to a vicarage in the country to help out there.

The Reverend looked at the girl. She had a pretty face with lips that he imagined kissing. She was in a standard domestic maid’s uniform. Her hair was black, pinned up underneath a white lace cap. Her dress didn’t completely hide the fact that she had a good figure and large breasts. He mentally undressed her, wondering exactly how she would look naked. His cock stirred underneath his robe knowing that he would find out before sundown.

He wondered how she would respond to her unexpected predicament. Girls seemed to fall into two broad types. The first type loved the idea or at least immediately accepted what would happen. They liked the honey. The second fought at first and would be very reluctant for the first day or two before they finally yielded and accepted their fate. They needed the vinegar.

“Have you been to the country before, Nellie?” he asked.

“Not for a long time, sir. I was brought up on a farm when I was a little girl.”

“So you’ve seen animals mating?”

She blushed but managed to reply. “Yes, sir.”

“And have you mated? Been covered by a stallion? Got a favorite footman?”

Nellie looked away, unable to answer such a personal question.

“I don’t think you have. You’re still a maiden. A virgin.”

Nellie’s head jerked at the word ‘virgin’. It was almost obscene, not a word a gentleman would ever use in a servant’s presence, let alone a clergyman.

The Reverend reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Do you know what this is, Nellie?”

“A ten-shilling note.”

He held it out to her. “It’s yours but…”

“But what?”

“We’re going to have a conversation while we’re on the road to the vicarage. I’m going to ask you very embarrassing questions and you must answer me. Do you think you can do that?”

Ten-shilling was a lot of money. Almost two weeks wages for a servant girl. She thought for a moment. “I’ll try, sir.”

“So we’ll start gently with a question I can guess the answer to. What color is your pubic hair?”

“Gosh, sir. I’ve never been asked questions like this.”

“Nobody has ever paid you a lot of money just to answer them either.”

“No sir.” She paused. “Black, sir.”

“Has any boy ever seen it?”

“No, sir.”

“So I was right, you are a virgin.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you masturbate, Nellie?”

“I’m not sure of what that word means.”

“You’ve never heard it before?”

“No, sir.”

“But you know what it means?”

“I’m not certain. I think so.”

“Tell me what it means.”

Nellie blushed bright red. “I…I’m not sure I can. It’s too…” Her voice fell away.

“It’s obscene, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“But you have to answer my questions anyway. I’m paying you ten shillings, remember.”

“It’s…when a girl touches herself down there.”

“And do you do it?”

“Oh no sir. It’s against god’s will.”

The Reverend laughed. “You didn’t even try it once?”

Nellie blushed again and didn’t answer.

“I think that you’ve tried it a few times, haven’t you?”

She kept looking away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. “Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I felt really guilty.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

“Yes, sir. I enjoyed it.

“A lot?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Sir?”

“I want to know about when you masturbated, touched yourself. All the details.”

“This is the oddest conversation I’ve ever had.”

“You can do it, Nellie. Even though it’s against your entire upbringing. Tell me.”

She paused for a long time. “I’ll try. I was in bed. My…down there…”

“Your quim.”

Nellie’s head jerked again at hearing such an obscene word. “Yes, sir.”

“Say it. Say ‘my quim’.”

“I don’t know that I can, sir.”

“Be brave and try.”

“I was in bed. My…my quim was sort of itching.”

“Good girl.”

“So what did you do about the itch? Scratch it?”

“I pulled up my nightshirt. So I could touch it…touch my quim.”

“And how did you touch it?”

“I ran a finger up and down it. Between the lips. It felt amazingly good.”

“Were you wet and all slippery?”

“How do you know?”

“Girls get like that when they are aroused. Your quim wasn’t itching. Your quim was excited. Did you stick your finger inside yourself?”

“This is so embarrassing to try and talk about.”

“Ten shillings, Nellie.”

“Yes, sir. I pushed my finger inside. And before you ask, yes I liked it. But I felt really guilty…maybe because I liked it so much.”

He could tell she was getting a little aroused talking about masturbation, something she’d never talked about before in her life. If he got her more aroused maybe she could be coaxed to go further before they even got to the vicarage.

“Is your quim itching a little right now?”

“Maybe, sir. I’m feeling guilty too, just answering your questions.”

“Do you know where your clitoris is? Your clit.”

“No sir. Is it something to do with my quim?”

“It’s part of it. It’s the part that feels the best to touch.”

“I don’t know, sir. A girl can’t see there, you know. Her own quim.”

The Reverend reached into his bag and pulled out another ten-shilling note. He put it on top of the first one. Nellie looked at it, half yearning for the money, half worrying what she might be asked to do next to earn it.

“I’m going to give you another ten shillings and you will let me show you where your clit is.”

“But…I can’t show you my quim!”

“Yes you can. Pull up your skirts. Take off your underwear.”

“I can’t. It’s against god’s will. A mortal sin.”

“Nellie. I’m a vicar. Do you think god would make me ask you to do it if it was a terrible sin?”

“I suppose not,” she said doubtfully.

“And it’s ten shillings. A total of a pound during this carriage ride.”

The two of them sat there in silence for a moment. The Reverend felt so pleased when she finally gave in, reached down and started to pull up the skirt of her uniform and the petticoat she wore underneath.

“Take off your drawers, Nellie,” he said as they came into view.

She was shaking, probably with a mixture of fear and arousal. She took hold of the waistband of her underwear and pushed it down to her knees. She lifted one foot at a time through them. She sat there with her legs clamped firmly together.

“Spread your legs apart, Nellie. Show me your quim.”

He put his hands on her knees and gently pushed them apart. She resisted slightly at first and then let him part them. He slid his hand down through her pubes and around the curve of her body. Her labia were engorged and wet. His finger slid further and he pushed it into her.

“Ooohh,” she moaned. “This is so wrong.”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Yes, sir.”

He started to slide his finger back and forth, stroking the inside of her quim.

“Oh gosh, gosh,” she sighed. She closed her eyes, her body on fire with pleasure.

He let his finger slip back out and up along her slit until he felt the unmistakable tiny bud. He started to stroke it slowly and softly, very gently.

“Oh oh, oh, what are you doing?”

“This is your clit, Nellie. When your quim itches, this is the best place to touch. God gave you this special spot. It’s not a sin to rub it.”

“Oh oh, I’ve never felt like this. It feels like I need to pee.”

“You’re going to have an orgasm Nellie. You are going to cum for me.”

“Oh sir, sir, please stop sir.”

But he didn’t stop. He started to stroke her clit a little harder and faster. Her body was shivering as it filled with feelings of pleasure

“Oh sir, stop. It’s too much. Oh, oh.”

Nellie’s body froze for a moment and then twitched.

“Unngh,” she grunted as the first orgasm of her life burst from her clit and consumed her whole body. “Oh it’s too much but…don’t stop now…oh, oh.”

He stopped rubbing her clit only once her body was completely calm. Her eyes were closed and she had a big smile on her face.

“That was your first orgasm, Nellie.”

“Oh sir, it was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that. But now I feel so guilty again letting you do that.”

“Don’t worry. The lord moves in mysterious ways.”

As if she’d suddenly noticed that she was naked from the waist down, Nellie pushed her skirts back into place covering herself up.

“We’re nearly at the vicarage Nellie. Do you know why Lord Devon sent you with me?”

“To help out at the vicarage. Because you are short staffed.”

“That may be what you were told. But the real reason has something to do with your quim.”

“I don’t understand. My quim? How?”

“Out of all the servants, Lord Devon selected you to undergo special training. In addition to being a man of the cloth I train young women to be more than just a servant. You’ll become Lord Devon’s secret lover when you get back. Of course you will be paid much more than just a servant too.”

“But…don’t I have a choice?”

“No Nellie. If you are obedient and do everything I ask of you then there are a lot more ten-shilling notes for you. But if you do not then your ass will get whipped. Either way you will eventually do what I demand. And you will discover that it is most enjoyable.”

Nellie just sat there silently, completely surprised by the turn that the day seemed to be taking.

“It will be like this carriage ride. When we started you were shocked and embarrassed when I started to ask you questions. Then a few minutes ago you did something you would never have believed you were capable of. You let me touch your quim and make you climax. And you loved it.”

“Yes,” she said looking down, “I did.”

“So I think you’ll do what I ask and enjoy it all. Let’s do a bit more training now.”

“I need to pull my skirts up again?”

“No. I’m going to pull my robe up for you. You have never seen a man’s cock, have you?”

“No, sir.”

He worked the black skirts of his clerical robe up around his waist. He wore nothing underneath. His cock was semi-hard from the thrill of fingering his young servant companion to her first orgasm. Her eyes were almost comically wide with amazement as his cock finally came into view.

“Touch it,” he said. He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Then he moved it up and down so her hand was stroking him. Eventually he let go and she continued to stroke him on her own. He felt his cock growing harder.

“Is it getting bigger, Nellie?”

“Yes, sir.”

In a moment he was fully erect. His cock looked even larger than normal with the young servant’s hand around it.

“It feels good to me when you stroke it like that. Just like when I tickled your quim.”

“Will you…do what I did?”

“Have an orgasm, you mean. Cum.”

“Yes, sir.”

“It is different for men though. Do you want to see?”

“Yes, sir. I mean no, sir. I mean, I shouldn’t, it’s so depraved. But I do.”

“Stroke it faster then. You will make me cum.”

She started to stroke the Reverend’s cock harder and faster.

“That’s right, Nellie. Keep going like that.”

She pumped his cock enthusiastically, clearly wondering what might happen next.

“Here it comes, Nellie. You’ve done it.”

The first blast of his orgasm shot from his cock in an arc and landed on the carriage floor. Nellie leapt back in surprise and let go of his cock. He reached down and stroked himself as his cock jerked and he pumped jet after jet of cum onto the floor while she stared in amazement.

The carriage pulled up in front of the vicarage. He pushed his robe back down and stepped out of the carriage. The coachman opened the door for Nellie and she stepped out too. They went into the vicarage while the coachman brought in her trunk of clothes.

Nellie had stepped up into the carriage a naïve young servant girl. When she stepped down she was already on her way to being a well-trained slut.

Chapter 3: Arrival at the Vicarage

At the vicarage Nellie was surprised to discover that she had her own maid. As a servant she had always had to do everything for herself. Her maid was called Anne. To her surprise, Anne was a black girl, about her own age. Nellie had seen black people in the distance but never actually spoken to a black person. Anne brought jugs of hot water up from downstairs and filled a galvanized steel bath. She then helped Nellie out of her clothes. Nellie was a bit self-conscious being naked for the first time in front of another person. Well, apart from pulling her skirts up in the carriage. Now she thought back on it, she felt ashamed and guilty that she’d agreed to do it, although she had to admit to herself that it had been the most exciting thing that she had ever done.

Once she was naked, Nellie stepped into the hot bath and stood there. Anne took a sponge and soap and gently washed Nellie all over. She’d never had such an experience, the hot water, her own maid, her unaccustomed nakedness in front of another person. She felt a little embarrassed when Anne rubbed the sponge over her breasts and immediately her nipples went hard. But she couldn’t believe it when Anne made her move her feet apart and rubbed the sponge between her legs, washing her most intimate place. The soft sponge rubbing over her feminine folds felt good though, both the physical stimulation and the sense of complete freshness. She had no idea what use the Reverend intended to make of her quim, but better that it was nice and clean for him.

The black girl took a towel and dried Nellie. She put a simple cotton shift on Nellie and then put a corset on her and laced it up tight. The corset came up under her breasts but did not cover them completely. Nellie had never worn a corset, of course, and she was pleased with the way it emphasized her figure and pushed her breasts up and out. Anne took a red dress out of the wardrobe and helped her get into it. The dress had buttons at the back that Anne had to do up with a buttonhook. For the first time since she was a little girl she was not dressed in a servant uniform. She was surprised that Anne didn’t provide any underwear, underneath her skirts her quim was exposed. But after her experience in the coach she was certain that it was deliberate and said nothing, as if it was completely normal. She felt a flutter in her quim at the thought that the Reverend probably was going to pay it some more attention before the day was over.

“You need to meet the Reverend now,” Anne said.

Anne took Nellie downstairs. She knocked on a door and opened it. He was sitting at a desk in his study.

“Come on in,” he said.

“Will you need me too?” Anne said.

“Did you bathe her?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So she’s nice and clean? You know what I mean.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is she wearing underwear?”

“Of course not, sir.”

“What are her breasts like?”

“As you can see, quite big. But also firm. She has brown areolas about the size and color of a penny coin. Pink nipples. Quite long when they are hard.”

“Have you seen them hard?”

“Yes, sir. When I rubbed them with the sponge they became erect.”

“What’s her quim like?”

“Haven’t you already seen it, sir? In the coach.”

“No. I’ve touched it but not seen it yet. But I like it when you tell me what it’s like, before I finally get to see for myself.”

“She has black hair. Quite thick. Her outer lips are quite fleshy but not very hairy, just a few wisps. Her inner lips are quite prominent. Big and pink. Her asshole is a tight brown star, a little rosebud.”

Nellie was astounded at what she was hearing, her maid describing the most intimate corner of her body. She hadn’t even realized that Anne had been studying her closely while she bathed her.

“Sit her down in the chair and prepare her.”

Anne guided Nellie over to a big wooden armchair. The wooden arms of the chair had a strange shape, with semicircular cutouts. Anne lifted up the back of Nellie’s skirts and she sat down, her bare ass on the cold wooden seat. Then Anne lifted up her skirts completely. Anne lifted up first one and then the other of Nellie’s legs and hooked them over the arms of the chair so that the back of her knees dropped into the cutouts. Nellie had never felt so exposed. Not only was her quim completely exposed, her legs were obscenely spread. Only Anne’s body blocked her quim from the Reverend’s gaze.

Anne moved around and stood behind the chair. The Reverend looked at her, clearly inspecting her quim. She felt it itching again, quivering with what she now knew was sexual excitement. The itching grew more intense the longer that the he gazed at her without saying anything. She could sense her own wetness.

Finally he spoke. “Nice. But it’s a bit hairy. You should do some mowing tonight.”

“Just the lips,” Anne said. “Or completely clean.”

“I think completely shaved. It’ll be a nice surprise for Lord Devon when he finally gets to see it. I doubt he has ever seen a hairless girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Nellie, this afternoon I fingered you and you had your first orgasm.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. It was thrilling.”

“I’m going to give you another orgasm now. But in a different way.”

Nellie felt her body shiver, partially with excitement but partially with fear. She was almost certain that he was about to put his cock inside her, mate with her like she had seen animals on the farm do. She didn’t know much about sex but she did know that the man’s cock went inside her quim.

But she was wrong. The Reverend stood up and then knelt down in front of her. She felt herself blush knowing that he was seeing her quim from just a few inches away. Her quim had its own mind though, and she felt it fluttering at the attention.

Nellie gasped in surprise when he suddenly leant forward and pressed his tongue onto her quim. She had never heard of such a thing. He started to move his tongue around. The feeling of warm wetness between her legs felt wonderful. She heard someone moaning before she realized it was herself. His tongue was going up and down her quim, squirming among the lips. She groaned as she felt his tongue push inside her, in her quim where her finger had ventured a few times and his finger had been earlier.

Nellie felt Anne’s hands on her shoulders. They moved on down, though, sliding into her dress until her fingertips found her nipples. They were already hard as Anne started to rub them. They were very sensitive.

The Reverend lifted up his head for a moment. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you like me to lick your clit?”

“Oh sir. Yes please sir. More than anything.”

He reached forward and Nellie felt his fingertips on her outer lips spreading her quim open. The tip of his tongue touched her clit. Her body jerked at the intensity of the feeling. His tongue started to circle her clit. She was moaning again. Despite being almost immobilized by the chair and its arms, she felt her hips making little thrusting motions. She didn’t seem to be able to control it, her body was instinctively doing it.

Nellie felt that she wanted to pee again, although now she knew it meant that she was approaching orgasm. The itching in her quim was intense. She felt him move one of his hands and then a finger slid inside her, deep in her quim. The finger inside her, out of sight around the curve of her body, started to move in and out while the tongue on her clit started to caress it a little harder and faster. Anne’s fingers were pinching her nipples now, hard, almost painfully.

Her body jerked and then started to shake. She felt her quim pulsing with pleasure. Her whole body was flooded with happiness. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, she just lay there relishing the feelings of ecstasy that radiated out from her quim as the Reverend expertly coaxed every last drop of pleasure from her tiny clit.

She wasn’t sure what happened. It was as if she had passed out for a few moments. She was still spread wide in the chair but Anne’s hands were no longer in her dress and the Reverend was no longer licking and fingering her. She opened her eyes. He was back sitting at his desk. But not just sitting at his desk, he had taken his robe off and was completely naked.

“You can sit more comfortably now, Nellie,” he said.

Anne moved from behind her chair, lifted each leg off the arm and lowered it. Finally she pulled Nellie’s skirts down giving her some modesty.

“You need to learn to suck cock now,” he said. “Anne will give a demonstration while you watch, and then it will be your turn to try it.”

The Reverend stood up and Nellie watched as Anne knelt down on the floor in front of him. Nellie wasn’t sure what was going to happen but since he had said ‘suck’ she had a pretty good idea of what that must entail. She was still trying to decide if the idea was arousing or disgusting when Anne grabbed his cock with one of her hands and wrapped her lips over the big pink mushroom part. She started to stroke his shaft with her hand as her mouth moved around on the mushroom.

“Nellie, the most sensitive part is the cockhead. The big pink knob on the end. Especially underneath, where Anne’s tongue is rubbing now. See how Anne is using her hand and her mouth at the same time.”

Nellie watched, half excited and half horrified that soon she would be kneeling on the floor and it would be her turn to do it. Anne brought up her other hand and started to caress the sack that hung down below his cock.

“The ballsack is sensitive too. So don’t forget to stroke it. Like Anne is doing now.”

Anne was stroking him harder and faster. Having seen the Reverend cum in the carriage, she knew what was going to happen. She just wasn’t sure when. Moreover, she wasn’t sure what Anne was going to do. Does it go in her mouth? Will she swallow it? What does it taste like?

“OK, Anne. Let Nellie take over now.”

Nellie felt a flutter of terror in her stomach. She wasn’t going to get to watch the Reverend cum in her black maid’s mouth. He was going to cum in hers. She stood up and walked across the room as Anne moved aside. She knelt down. Up close the Reverend’s cock looked enormous, a good eight inches long she would guess. It was glistening with Anne’s spit. It was thick too, she had to open her mouth wide to take his cockhead in. She wrapped her hand around the shaft as she had seen Anne do.

“Stroke the shaft with your hand and use your tongue on my knob,” he said.

It took her a moment how to work out a rhythm whereby she could stroke his shaft and lick his cockhead at the same time. She swirled her tongue around him. She wasn’t really sure what she was doing but the Reverend was giving little moans of encouragement.

“Now try using just your head. No hand.”

She took her hand off and started to bob her head up and down on his cock. She could take him deeper into her mouth now. She felt her quim itching again, she knew she was very wet between her legs. His cockhead was going all the way to the back of her mouth.

“Faster,” he said. “Make me cum.”

She started to move faster. It felt like she was mating with him but using her mouth.

“I’m going to cum. When it starts, keep licking, don’t take your mouth off.”

She kept moving her mouth up and down his cock, pressing her tongue against him. She was nervous with the suspense that she wasn’t sure when he would cum, wasn’t sure what it would be like.

Suddenly his cock jerked in her mouth and the taste on her tongue changed. She felt his cum blast out of his cock into the back of her throat. She concentrated on keeping moving as his cock twitched. Although she couldn’t see it, she knew he was squirting in her mouth like he had earlier when he stroked himself in the carriage.

“That was good for a first time,” he said. “Open your mouth.”

Nellie opened her mouth. The Reverend inspected the contents.

“Pretty much a full mouthful,” he said. “Close your mouth and swallow it.”

She shut her mouth. It took a couple of swallows to get her whole mouth empty. She could still taste it, taste his cum on her tongue. She thought that it didn’t taste too bad, which was just as well since she was certain that cum in her mouth was going to be a regular occurrence.

The Reverend and Nellie went through into the dining room. More servants from the kitchen waited on them and they had a wonderful dinner. After dinner he took her to the bottom of the stairs.

“Goodnight Nellie, you’ve had quite a day.”

Perhaps the biggest surprise of the day was when he leaned forward and kissed her. He put his arms around her and pulled her against himself.

“Use your tongue,” he said.

He kissed her again, this time driving his tongue into her mouth. Nellie felt her quim flood with desire when her own tongue touched his. She knew one day soon his cock was going to be in there and while the very idea was scary, her quim clearly couldn’t wait. He broke the kiss.

“See you tomorrow.”

Nellie went upstairs to her room. Anne got her out of her clothes and once again she stood naked in front of the black girl. Anne put a pillow on the floor.

“Lie down here, with the pillow under your ass,” she said. “And spread your legs.”

Anne went over to the dresser and brought over a bowl of hot water. She had what Nellie recognized as a man’s shaving brush and a cutthroat razor. It tickled when Anne used the shaving brush to put soap all over her pubic hair, especially when she was out of sight on her lips.

“I don’t need to tell you to lie really still, do I?” Anne said.

Anne had clearly done this before. First she used the razor to clear her mound of hair. Then she went between her legs. She pulled Nellie’s lips this way and that and slid the razor over them. Nellie lay there like a statue, not daring to move a muscle with a sharp razor in amongst the folds of her quim. Finally Anne took a facecloth and used the hot water to wipe her completely clean.

Nellie looked down. It was many years since she had been hairless as a little girl. Anne picked up a mirror and held it between Nellie’s legs. She got to see her own pussy for the first time. As Anne had described earlier, she had fleshy outer lips but prominent big pink inner lips. She thought it looked a little like a pink flower.

“It’ll feel really different when he licks you,” Anne said.

She pulled Nellie to her feet and then put a night-dress over Nellie’s head, smoothed it down, and tucked her up in bed.

“It’s alright to masturbate,” Anne said. “In fact it’s recommended.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. I’m your servant.”

“Does he…I don’t know what the best word is. Does he mate with you?”

“Fuck. That is the best word. Sometimes. When there is no girl here for training he fucks me when he gets the urge. Otherwise he fucks the girl. You.”

“Is he going to mate…fuck me tomorrow?”

“Maybe. Each training is a little different. It depends what mood he is in. And how docile the girl is.”

“Will it hurt? The first time.”

“I don’t know. Every girl seems to be a little different.”

“What was your first time like?”

“It was the first day I was hired to work here. I thought I was coming to be a scullery maid for a vicar. He came to my room in the middle of the night and…well, he took me. He was very forceful. But that night was when I first discovered that my job would be a lot more interesting than being a scullery maid.”

“Wow. Is he going to take me like that? Force his way into my quim.”

“No, you are submissive. He’ll have you in a more civilized manner. Oh, and I’ve got another word for you. Another word for your quim,” Anne said.

“What is that?”

“Cunt. Your quim is your cunt. It’s a really dirty word though. Only use it when you are being fucked.”

She picked up all the shaving equipment and went to the door.

“Goodnight, ma’am” she said. Nellie still wasn’t used to servants showing her deference as if she was really a member of the gentry. But Anne was especially confusing. One moment she would be a polite maidservant and the next she would be tweaking Nellie’s nipples or shaving off her pubic hair.

Chapter 4: Day 2 at the Vicarage

Nellie woke up. She thought over the events of the previous day. Just thinking about them for a few minutes made her quim all itchy. Without a second thought she pulled her nightdress up around her waist and her thighs fell apart. She wasn’t surprised when her finger touched herself that she was already wet. She explored down among the folds, trying to find her clit. Now that she was hairless, it felt totally different from how she remembered the last time she had masturbated. She had just located her clit and started to stroke it when the door opened and Anne came in. Nellie put her legs together guiltily.

“Did you masturbate yet?” Anne asked matter-of-factly as she opened the curtains.

Nellie blushed. “I was in the middle of it.”

Anne came over. She slipped her hands under the bedcovers.

“Let me finish you then.”

Anne’s finger was almost instantly on her clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. In no time, she had Nellie lying back with her eyes closed and moaning. Nellie felt Anne’s other hand playing around between her wet lips. Then, to her surprise, Anne’s finger dropped lower and started to rub the wetness onto her asshole.

Nellie’s eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

“Trust me. You’ll love it,” Anne said.

Nellie felt so dirty being touched there, but she had to admit it felt good. Anne was rubbing it a small circle and then she started to work a fingertip into Nellie’s ass. To think that only the day before she had been an innocent servant, and now she had her own servant whose finger was in her ass. She was pretty sure, too, that this was just the beginning of the adventure.

Anne’s finger started to rub Nellie’s clit a little harder and faster as she started to slip her finger in and out of her ass. As Anne had promised, she was loving it despite it feeling so wrong.

Nellie was trying to decide how close she was to cumming when her body took over.

“Oh Anne, don’t stop,” she moaned as she felt her asshole clamp down hard on Anne’s finger and then rhythmically clench, while her body flooded with total joy.

“I could feel it in your ass,” Anne said. “It was a strong one.”

“I’m still not used to it. I only came for the first time yesterday.”

“You’ve never cum while masturbating?”

“No. Well I only masturbated a few times. I thought it was wrong. Despite it feeling good. Because it felt so good, perhaps.”

“The Reverend encourages it. Says that there is nothing in the bible prohibiting it. I do it almost every day.”

Nellie laughed. “I’ll try it again later then.”

“I have to tell you that today is a slut day.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he will treat you as a slut. His sexual toy, to do with what he wants. For sure he’ll make you suck him again. He may punish you.”

“Punish me?”

“Yes. Spank you or perhaps cane you. He thinks sluts should be whipped from time to time.”

“Does he punish you? Whip you?”

“Occasionally. A little darkness makes the light brighter.”

“How do you mean?”

“When he kisses you after he has whipped you, it is the most intense feeling you can imagine.”

“Talking of intense feeling, he kissed me last night. It was incredible.”

“I bet it made your cunt all wet.”

“It did. At that moment I so wanted him to mate with me. To fuck me, I mean. Even though I’m still a maiden.”

“Let’s get you dressed,” Anne said. “He’s invited you to breakfast in his study.”

Soon Nellie was in a dress. This time she had no corset and no petticoat. And, of course, no underwear. She felt half-naked the way her breasts moved so obviously underneath the loose-fitting dress.

Anne knocked on the Reverend’s study door and opened it. The two girls entered. There was a table set up in the room with two chairs. On the table was a spread of dishes.

“Good morning Nellie,” he said. “I hope you slept well.”

“Very well, thank you.”

“Have you had an orgasm yet today?”

Nellie blushed. She still was very self-conscious talking about anything sexual. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. A slut should always start the day with an orgasm. Did Anne tell you it is a slut day today?”

“Yes sir.”

“Anne, take her dress off. Sluts aren’t allowed clothes during breakfast.”

Anne came up behind Nellie and undid the buttons up the back of her dress. She pushed it off her shoulders and lowered it. Nellie stepped out of the fabric completely naked. She suddenly realized it was the first time he had seen her completely naked. In fact she felt even more naked since she no longer had the modesty of her pubic hair to hide her quim as she had done the day before when she was spread in the armchair.

“Lord Devon chose wisely,” he said, looking her up and down. “I prefer your quim with no hair like that. Your slit looks so tasty now that I can clearly see those rosy petals nestling in it. Turn around.”

Nellie turned so her back was towards the Reverend. She could almost feel his eyes inspecting her ass.

“Bend right over,” he said. “And spread your legs.”

Nellie moved her feet wide apart and bent over. She had no idea what she might look like from that angle, never having seen another girl in a similar position.

“Your quim looks nice from that angle. Very pretty.”

Nellie hadn’t even realized her quim would be visible from behind.

“Breakfast time,” he said. “Come and sit down.”

Nellie felt odd sitting at the breakfast table completely naked. Opposite her, the Reverend was in his black robe as usual. The fact that he was completely covered made the contrast to her nakedness more extreme. Anne came over and served her with breakfast and poured her a cup of tea. Nellie suddenly realized how ravenous she was, maybe orgasms made girls hungry. She tucked into the food in front of her. Some egg-yolk from her boiled egg dripped from her spoon and landed on one of her breasts.

“Anne, Nellie needs a little help.”

The black girl came over and licked up the yolk off Nellie’s breast. But then she moved down a little and took the nipple into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue. Nellie felt her nipple instantly go hard. She let out a little moan as Anne’s teeth gently closed over it.

“It’s making me hard watching that,” the Reverend said. He stood up and in a moment he was naked. His large cock was semi-hard, swinging like a pendulum.

“Come and suck me, slut,” he said to Nellie as he sat down again.

Nellie moved over in front of him.

“No wait. I’ve got a better idea.” He pulled his knees up towards his chest. He reached down and spread his cheeks. “Lick my asshole, slut.”

Nellie was shocked at his demand but she knew she had to summon up the courage to do it. She wouldn’t be being a good slut if she showed any reluctance. She took a deep breath and pressed her tongue against the pucker of his asshole. She circled around it, a little unsure as to what she was meant to do. She pressed the tip of the tongue into the centre of the ring of muscle and pushed it slightly in.

“Lick my balls too. Suck them into your mouth one at a time.”

Nellie let her tongue drift up from the Reverend’s asshole. She ran it over his rough hairy ballsack. She opened her mouth wide and sucked one of his egg-like balls in and caressed it with her tongue. Then she moved and gave the other ball the same treatment. She licked his ballsack some more and then her tongue went back down. She pushed hard on his asshole and just the tip of her tongue slipped back inside the tight hole.

“Oh yes, slut, get your tongue right in there.”

Nellie pushed a little harder. As she licked around, and probed, and pressed, the Reverend’s asshole relaxed and she started to get her tongue inside.

“Oh yes, you little slut, enjoy your first asshole. I bet Lord Devon will love it when you first lick his. He’ll be your second. No, Anne will. Give this slut your asshole.”

Anne sat down on the other chair. She lay back, pulled her legs up, and hoisted her skirts up around her waist. Just like Nellie, she wore nothing underneath. It was the first time Nellie had seen another girl’s quim. Not only that, but it was a black girl’s, a totally different color from her own, dark brown instead of pink. Even darker, almost black, was the tight starburst of her asshole. Nellie crawled from the Reverend’s ass and pressed her tongue into her servant’s ass. In no time, Anne was sighing encouragement as Nellie started to get her tongue in deeper.

“Lick her quim too,” the Reverend said. Nellie glanced over at him. His cock was now rock hard and he was casually stroking it, sliding the foreskin on and off his knob.

Nellie moved up a little. Anne’s pussy was similar to her own, apart from the color. She used her fingers to spread the lips a little, trying to work out where Anne’s clit was. She was amazed to discover that her quim, while brown on the outside, was all pink inside. Pink and wet and appetizing. She pushed her tongue into the opening she could see. She spiraled her tongue around inside for a bit, listening to Anne’s sighs of approval. She slid the tip of her tongue up between Anne’s labia. Suddenly she felt a tiny hard bud. She pulled her head back for a moment so she could see and realized it must be her clit. Any doubt was immediately dispelled when she started to lick it and Anne started groaning and moaning and making little bucking movements with her hips.

“Oh Nellie, you are a natural. I’m nearly cumming already,” Anne sighed. Nellie felt Anne put her hand on her head, as if worried she might depart. Nellie licked Anne’s clit harder and faster, the way the Reverend had done to her the evening before when he made her cum.

“Aargh,” Anne shrieked, almost as if she was in pain, as her orgasm arrived. Her hips bucked harder as she was consumed by it, Nellie had a hard time keeping her tongue on Anne’s clit, she was moving so much. “Oh Nellie, yes,” Anne moaned. “Keep going, it’s not finished yet.” Gradually the black girl’s body stopped moving and she lay back in the chair, her body limp, her eyes closed.

“Come and suck my cock, slut,” the Reverend said. Nellie had almost forgotten he was there, she was so focused on Anne’s quim and her pleasure.

Nellie returned to the chair where the Reverend sat. His huge cock stuck up almost vertically. She took his cock in one hand and her lips closed over the rim of his cockhead. She started to stroke him and lick him as he had taught her the day before.

“Fuck me with your mouth, you little slut.”

She took him deeper into her mouth. She felt she couldn’t go any deeper without gagging. She wasn’t comfortable but at least he was making noises that indicated his pleasure.

“Deeper, slut,” he said.

He grabbed her head and pushed her down onto his cock, deeper than she had gone before. She started to gag on it but he didn’t relent. He lifted up her head and then pushed it down again. Hard. She felt his cock enter her throat.

“That’s right slut. A good slut can take all my cock. Even though it is big.”

Next time he pushed her head down, he thrust his hips up. It was painful and she couldn’t breathe and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. He was truly fucking her mouth mercilessly. She felt his cock force its way still deeper down her throat. He pulled out and she gasped for breath. He thrust it back in and she felt her throat being invaded again. She started to cry. It was too uncomfortable, more than she could take. She prayed that he would cum quickly. After a few more rough thrusts down her throat he did.

“Oh yes, slut, you made me cum.”

He pulled out of her and stroked himself, spraying her face and breasts with rope after rope of white cum. Nellie sat there, crying and humiliated as he emptied himself all over her.

The Reverend reached down and put his hand under Nellie’s chin. She looked up at him. He bent down and kissed her. His tongue found hers. As Anne had said, the dark makes the light brighter. If the goodnight kiss the night before had been an experience, this kiss was ten times more so. Her quim was dripping, it wanted his cock so much. She felt so close to him, as if she was his lover not his slut.

As the Reverend kissed Nellie, she felt something else. Anne was licking her breasts clean of cum. Eventually he broke the kiss and Anne licked her face clean too. Then she, too, kissed her. Just briefly, but it was her first taste of kissing a woman and only made her quim even more itchy and excited.

“Take her to the attic,” the Reverend said. “I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.”

Anne helped Nellie back into her dress and the two women left.

“What’s in the attic?” Nellie whispered once they were out of the study.

“The whipping post.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“A lot. Depending on which instrument he uses. There are paddles, and canes and even a leather horsewhip.”

“It sounds terrible.”

“It is. You’ll be screaming and crying. But like just now, when he kisses you afterwards you will melt with desire, excitement, and elation. You wanted to fuck him just now, didn’t you?”

“So much. It’s weird. I mean I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone before. I’m so changed in just a day or two.”

“Wait and see how different you will be by the time you return home.”

“There’s a whole world that I knew nothing about. I could never go back.”

Chapter 5: The Attic

The two women entered the attic. There were various menacing looking frames and posts. There were ropes going through pulleys in the ceiling. Along one wall was a rack containing canes and whips.

“I’m terrified,” Nellie said. “Stay with me.”

“I’ll stay unless he orders me to go. I have to obey, just like you.”

Nellie was shaking with fear as the minutes ticked by while they waited for the Reverend to arrive. She looked over all the equipment with a morbid fascination, trying to work out what it might all be used for. Finally he opened the door.

He lifted up a wooden contraption and brought it to the center of the room. It was like a table except it had a padded top and leather straps attached to each leg.

“Strap her in,” he said to Anne.

Anne took off Nellie’s dress once again. She wordlessly took Nellie’s hand and led her over to the table. Nellie lay down on the top. Anne did a leather strap around each of her ankles. She was about to do up the other straps around her wrists when the Reverend spoke.

“Do you want to have your arms strapped too, Nellie?”

Nellie didn’t have a clue as to what would be best, but being completely strapped to the table defenseless seemed like it would be unbearable.

“No, sir.”

“Leave her arms free then. Let’s see how good her willpower is.”

In that position she was bent over the table, her legs spread, her ass uncovered and vulnerable. The perfect position for spanking or caning. She was still shaking, terrified, as she watched the Reverend take a cane off the rack. It was a long bamboo, half an inch thick and maybe five feet long.

“Sluts need to be whipped occasionally, Nellie,” he said. “When we go back to your household, this cane will go with us so that Lord Devon can administer your punishments. Are you frightened, Nellie?”

“Yes, sir. Terrified.”

“You should be. It is going to hurt. You will be crying for sure. But to your surprise your quim will be spasming too. It will thrill you in a way you have never experienced before.”

Nellie found that hard to believe. She couldn’t imagine even being able to think straight, let alone get aroused, given the pain she was anticipating.

“Today you will just get six strokes since you are new. Still a naïve maiden. A true slut needs a richer diet to keep her submissive. You chose not to have your arms strapped. So you must use pure willpower to resist the temptation to touch your ass with your hands. If you do, that stroke won’t count. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want Anne to comfort you? Or shall I send her away?”

“Please let her stay.”

“Anne, you may kiss her tears away. Once there are some.”

Anne moved across the room and knelt in front of Nellie. “Be brave for me,” she said quietly and kissed Nellie’s mouth.

Nellie felt the cane against her ass. Then it was gone. From where she was she couldn’t see anything but she could hear. The whoosh of the cane through the air, the crack when it landed across her ass. For a split second she felt nothing and then her ass felt like someone had laid a red-hot iron bar across it. She screamed. She started to move her hands to protect herself before remembering that it was forbidden. She felt tears in her eyes. But to her surprise her quim seemed to love it, it was itching intensely. Gradually the pain subsided over about a minute.

The Reverend took aim again, she felt the cane just touching her ass in a slightly different place from the first stroke. Nellie clenched her fists. The whoosh, the crack, the pain. She screamed again and without consciously thinking about it her hands went back to protect herself. She realized that stroke wouldn’t count as she meekly moved her arms back. Anne grabbed her wrists and held them tight. Nellie felt tears running down her cheeks. Anne leant forward and kissed her face and licked up the tears. Nellie shut her eyes and felt Anne’s lips on her eyelids. Anne was still kissing her eyes when the next stroke landed on her ass. She instinctively tried to cover her ass with her hands again but Anne was holding her wrists as a substitute for her weak willpower.

Suddenly Nellie felt a finger in her quim. It was quivering with excitement, she couldn’t believe how wet she was, it must be running down her legs. Her ass was burning with pain but her quim was burning with desire.

The next stroke fell across the top of her thighs. She tried not to but she screamed out anyway. Tears were running freely now, even Anne couldn’t lick them up fast enough. Nellie clenched her fists hard, Anne gripped her wrists hard, Nellie gritted her teeth determined not to cry out on the next stroke. She wanted to take it as she imagined a good slut should.

The bamboo sizzled through the air and the pain sizzled across her ass-cheeks and her quim sizzled with arousal. She felt so proud that she managed to take it silently. Even if Anne had not been holding her wrists she was confident she wouldn’t have tried to protect herself. She was almost in a trance now, the pain just a blur in the background. She had even lost count of the number of strokes but somehow it didn’t seem to matter any more. She focused on the incredible feelings elsewhere in her body. The pulsations between her legs, the loving feel of Anne’s lips and tongue on her face and her eyes and her mouth. The remaining strokes blurred together to such an extent that she was surprised when her ordeal seemed to be over.

“You can relieve her,” she heard the Reverend say to Anne. She didn’t know what that meant until Anne stopped kissing her face. A moment later she felt Anne’s tongue in her quim, among her lips, on her clit, her asshole. She came almost immediately, letting out a scream almost as loud as the first few strokes of her caning. She felt her quim clenching on Anne’s tongue as the intense heat from her ass spread out across her entire body like ripples in a pond when a stone is thrown in. Her body shook violently. Then, once the pond was still again, she lay on the tabletop half-asleep with a sense of deep contentment.

The first thing that she noticed when she finally started to be aware of her surroundings again was that Anne was licking her ass, soothing the raised welts from the cane with the wetness of her tongue. It felt so compassionate. Anne continued to lick Nellie’s ass as she undid the leather straps that immobilized her legs.

Nellie stood up. The Reverend came over and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her. As Anne had predicted earlier, it was the most passionate and loving gesture she had ever experienced. She wanted the Reverend to throw her on her back, spread her legs and take her. Take her virginity, which she no longer wanted nor needed. She moaned as she kissed him, caressing the Reverend’s tongue with her own, pressing her breasts against his robe. She could feel his cock, rock hard, pushing through his robe against her shaved mound. He was hard for her, he desired her. How much she desired him too, desired him inside her, destroying her maidenhead and making her a true woman. She could sense the moisture seeping from her quim and running down the inside of her thighs.

He let go of her and she felt a sense of profound loss when he stepped back and his body was no longer pressed against hers. She stood there, completely naked and ready to do anything for him. He owned her at that moment.

“You did well for a first-time slut,” he said. He turned to Anne. “Prepare her this evening.”

Anne put Nellie’s dress on and led her to her bedroom. Anne went and got a jug of hot water and like the first day she bathed Nellie. But this time she didn’t dress her. She lay her naked face-down on her bed and rubbed a soothing ointment onto the bruises on her ass. Anne slipped out of her own dress and the two girls wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Nellie fell asleep in Anne’s arms, the torment of the morning more than she could take.

When Nellie awoke, Anne had departed and it was starting to go dark outside. A little later Anne returned. She was carrying a nightdress. It was made out of thin lace. Nellie didn’t know much about such clothes but it must have cost a fortune given how much work it must have taken to make.

“Put this on,” Anne said, lifting it over her head. The lace fell down around her body. It was very short, only just reaching the top of her thighs. Her nipples poked through the open-weave material. It seemed at once a sexual garment and a ritual one, as if she was going to take place in some sexual church service.

“What is going to happen?” Nellie asked.

“I’m not allowed to tell you.”

She took Nellie’s hand and led her from her bedroom. At the other end of the vicarage she opened a door and led her into another bedroom. The room was lit with huge candles. The sort that are found in churches. There was a large four-poster bed. The Reverend lay on the bed watching the two servants. He was naked.

Nellie stood there, conscious of just how little the lace nightdress covered up and watching the Reverend inspect her.

“You look beautiful,” he said. Nobody had ever told Nellie anything like that before. Without being instructed, Anne led her over and she lay on her side on the bed next to the Reverend. Anne moved onto the bed too, behind her.

Nellie had no idea whether she was meant to wait for instructions or use her initiative. She reached over and grasped the Reverend’s semi-hard cock and squeezed it, half-expecting to be swatted off. He started to grow in her hand so she started to stroke him, very gently at first and then more firmly has he got longer and harder. Anne reached over and started to rub Nellie’s nipples, sending little jolts of excitement down across her stomach to hole between her legs.

“Lie on your back,” Anne whispered in her ear.

Nellie rolled onto her back. It wasn’t all that comfortable since her ass was still sore. Anne reached down and pulled her nightdress up around her waist, exposing her shaven quim.

“Spread your legs,” Anne whispered. As Nellie did so, Anne put a hand on one knee and pulled her legs even further apart. Of course Nellie felt very exposed like that.

The Reverend moved on top of her. Anne reached down and grabbed his cock. As he moved up between Nellie’s outspread thighs, she guided his cock into the entrance to Nellie’s quim. She could feel the end of his knob nestled between her labia.

“You are ready,” Anne said. A statement, not a question.

“Yes,” Nellie replied.

The Reverend pushed forward. Nellie felt her quim being stretched open as his cockhead started to penetrate her. It was painful but nothing like as bad as the morning’s caning. As his thick cock entered her virgin quim she felt like she was being split in two. Luckily she was dripping wet again. The Reverend pulled back, almost completely out of her, and then thrust forward again. Each time he drove himself a little bit deeper into Nellie’s quim. Each time she let out a long groan, partially because it was so uncomfortable and partially because it was so thrilling at the same time. Once his cock was completely inside her, the discomfort largely vanished leaving just the thrill. Not only the physical thrill, but the emotional thrill of giving her maidenhead to the Reverend, of being his no-longer virgin slut. Except it didn’t feel like she was his slut, it felt like she was his lover. That he was making love to her not fucking her.

He started to thrust in her like she had seen animals do when she had been a girl. The stallion to the mare. The bull to the cow. She felt Anne’s fingers slide across her stomach and find her clit. She couldn’t think. Her whole body felt like a bundle of sexual arousal. Despite never having had sex before, it seemed to know what to do. Her hips rose up to meet his cock, rocking her body underneath his. She was moaning and sighing and in heaven, total ecstasy.

For once she felt her orgasm approaching. It built up slowly inside her like a spring being wound up tight. The Reverend’s cock was pumping her full of the most wonderful feelings and her black maid’s finger was coaxing still more pleasure from her clit.

“Oh yes, I’m going to cum,” Nellie moaned unnecessarily. “Oh yes, this is incredible. Oh, oh. Fuck my cunt.”

Nellie couldn’t stop squealing with delight as her climax swept over her body. The Reverend bent down and drove his tongue into her mouth as her body shook with joy.

“Oh, oh, I’ll do anything for you, I love you,” she moaned.

The Reverend started to fuck her harder and faster.

“Squeeze me hard,” he said. “With your cunt.”

Nellie wasn’t quite sure what he meant but she did her best to contract all the muscles in her quim around the Reverend’s cock.

“Oh yes, just like that,” the Reverend moaned. “You have made me cum.”

He pulled out. Anne moved quickly down the bed, wrapped her lips around his knob, and sucked all his seed out of him. Nellie lay there, limp as a rag-doll, half-conscious, watching.

The next thing Nellie knew, it was morning. The Reverend was naked beside her, still asleep. Anne had left. When he woke up, he rolled her onto her front, lifted up her hips, and entered her from behind. She had no idea it was even possible to enter a girl from behind like that. Over the rest of the week, she would discover many more positions to have sex: on top, on her side, bent over the Reverend’s desk in the study, with her arms wrapped around a tree in the forest.

Soon her training would be at an end and it would be time to return to her own household, to become Lord Devon’s secret slut, the maidservant trained to satisfy his every wish.

Chapter 6: The Return

The footman knocked on Lord Devon’s study door and showed in the Reverend.

“Ah Reverend. Good to see you again,” he said shaking his hand.

Once the footman had departed the conversation got a lot less formal.

“How did it go?” Lord Devon asked.

“She is fully trained. You will not be disappointed.”

“Did she return with you?”

“Yes. But I thought it inappropriate to bring her straight here with me. I sent her downstairs to the kitchen. You can summon her now and we can have some fun with her.”

Lord Devon rang a bell and arranged for Nellie to come to his study. A few minutes later she arrived, dressed once again in her servant’s uniform, not the Ladies’ dresses that she had been wearing at the vicarage.

“She is completely submissive,” the Reverend said. “Watch…suck my cock, Nellie.”

The Reverend hoisted up the skirts of his robe. Nellie knelt down in front of him, grasped his cock and wrapped her mouth around it. With nearly two weeks’ of daily practice she had him hard in no time.

“Can I have a go?” Lord Devon said.

“Of course.”

“Take all your clothes off, Nellie.”

Nellie stood up, unbuttoned her uniform and in no time every stitch of clothing that she’d been wearing was on the chair.

“Wow,” Lord Devon said. “I’ve never seen a girl without hair before.”

“I had it shaved off for you,” said the Reverend. “I thought you’d like her quim better when it is more on show like that. Would you like to see it properly?”

“Of course.”

“Sit down on that chair and spread your legs, Nellie.”

Nellie did as instructed. Lord Devon stared her big pink lips completely unobscured by hair.

“I’m going to fuck her now,” the Reverend said. “So you can see how orgasmic she is. Then it will be your turn. Come and bend over Lord Devon’s desk.”

Nellie crossed the room, bent over the desk and spread her legs wide. Her pink quim was neatly framed between her pale outspread thighs. The Reverend moved behind her, rubbed his cockhead up and down the length of her slit, and then pushed a little way into her. Nellie let out a little moan as she felt herself being entered.

“Okay, Nellie,” the Reverend said.

“Yes, sir. You are so big, sir. It is hard for a little servant girl to take.”

The Reverend thrust his hips forward hard. Nellie yelped in surprise as his cock slipped deep inside her.

“Oh yes, sir,” Nellie moaned. “Fuck me hard, sir.”

The Reverend noticed the look of surprise on Lord Devon’s face at hearing one of his young servants use such a word. He started to thrust his hips back and forth, hammering his cock into Nellie’s tight quim. She started to moan as he drove her arousal level higher and higher with his thick cock.

“Oh sir, that’s so good, you are going to make me cum,” Nellie gasped between little grunts each time the Reverend’s cock hammered into her.

The Reverend licked one of his fingers. “I know you didn’t want this entrance prepared but you can have a little fun with it anyway.” He rubbed his wet fingertip on Nellie’s asshole and then roughly jabbed it in.

“Oh fuck,” Nellie said. “That feels so dirty.”

As he fucked her quim with his cock, the Reverend fucked her asshole with his finger.

“I’m going to cum, sir,” Nellie gasped.

Her body stiffened and then started to shake.

“Oh yes, sir, thank you sir, oh, oh, oh, that’s so good.”

The Reverend pulled out of the servant. “Your turn now,” he said.

Lord Devon undid his britches. His already hard cock sprung free. He moved behind Nellie and entered in a single violent thrust.

“Oh thank you, sir,” Nellie moaned.

“She’s nice and tight,” Lord Devon said. He started to fuck her.

“Yes,” Nellie said. “I’ve got a tight cunt.”

“Would you like her to suck you off to finish?” the Reverend asked. “Or perhaps you’d like to cum all over her face? Or her big breasts?”

“In her mouth, I think. I haven’t cum in a girl’s mouth for a long time.”

“Let me know when you are close and I’ll show you one of her tricks.”

“I’m pretty close now,” Lord Devon grunted.

“Squeeze him,” the Reverend said.

Nellie clenched her quim tightly as she had been practicing on a daily basis during her time at the vicarage.

“Ohhh,” Lord Devon grunted. “That’s incredible.”

He pulled out of her. Nellie moved quickly and knelt in front of him. She wrapped her mouth over his knob and stroked his shaft hard and fast. His cock twitched and his cum blasted into his servant’s mouth. She continued to stroke and lick him until the last dribble squirted out. She didn’t spill a drop. She opened her mouth so he could see all his cum there, then she closed it and swallowed. Next time she opened her mouth it was all gone.

The Reverend picked up the cane that he had brought from the vicarage. Nellie clearly knew immediately what was going to happen. Although she hated the pain, she loved the arousal that the cane brought and the sense of closeness that came with the slightest bit of tenderness afterwards. A simple kiss was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

“Do you need a gag or can you keep quiet?” the Reverend asked.

The first time she had been caned, Nellie had screamed loudly. But gradually she had learned to keep under control. She was still always in tears but only quietly sobbing, not wailing loudly on each stroke.

“I can keep quiet, sir,” Nellie said.

“Bend over and hold that chair there. Remember, no hands.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nellie bent over and laid her head on the chair, grasping the chair back with both hands. Her ass was completely defenseless. The red stripes from her canings earlier in the week had started to fade and had turned to blue and black.

The Reverend touched the cane to Nellie’s ass. He watched her clench her fists tightly on the chair back and grit her teeth. He lifted the cane and brought it down hard. A red stripe almost instantly appeared on Nellie’s ass. She let out a long grunt but didn’t cry out.

“Okay, Nellie?”

“Yes, sir. Please can I have another, sir?”

He lifted the cane and brought it down hard again. The whoosh and the crack echoed around the study. Nellie’s knees buckled for a moment and then she straightened her legs. The Reverend noticed that tears were already on her cheek, and Anne was not here to lick them up this time.

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

“See how aroused it makes her,” the Reverend said.

Lord Devon roughly pushed a finger into her quim. “She’s absolutely dripping,” he said.

“Your turn,” the Reverend said, passing Lord Devon the cane.

“Okay, Nellie?” Lord Devon said.

“Yes, sir. Please can I have a stroke from you? Don’t be gentle.”

He lifted up the cane and brought it down. He was nowhere near as forceful as the Reverend had been.

“Please can I have it harder?”

“Yes. You need to cane her harder than you think. The more it stings her the more excited it makes her. The more she will be completely devoted to you afterwards.”

Lord Devon took the cane, raised it high and brought it down. This time it struck Nellie’s ass mercilessly. She let out a sort of grunt, all that escaped of her scream from between her clenched teeth.

“Much better,” said the Reverend. “Now kiss her.”

Nellie stood up. She put her arms around Lord Devon and looked up at him expectantly. Lord Devon bent down and kissed his servant. The Reverend watch as they continued to kiss. She was already largely transferred from being his slut to being Lord Devon’s.

“Well, I’d better get going,” the Reverend said.

“Do you need my carriage again?”

“That would be very convenient.”

“I think I already want another one trained,” Lord Devon said. “Peggy. You can take her with you in the carriage. Oh, and this one I want fully prepared.”

“You mean all three holes.”

“Yes.”

The Reverend left Lord Devon experimenting with his new secret slut in his study. He guessed it would be evening before Nellie was released back to her normal job in the household.

Peggy turned out to be a petite blonde, shorter than Nellie and with smaller breasts. Of course she was wearing the same maid’s uniform. But she had a different character from Nellie. The Reverend realized she might be more of a challenge before they had gone five minutes.

“I don’t see why they picked me to have to go to the country to help out,” she said. “I’ve been at Lord Devon’s for a lot longer than some of the other girls.”

“Maybe because you’re the prettiest. Maybe Lord Devon wanted me to have someone who was nice to look at.”

“Maybe. Apart from Nellie I suppose I’m the prettiest.”

“There you are. Nellie came to help out for the last couple of weeks and now it is your turn.”

“Hmph,” she said grumpily.

The Reverend decided to try the ten-shilling note challenge again and see if she would come out of her shell a bit. He took a note out of his pocket.

“Would you like this for answering some questions?”

Her eyes opened wide. “Ten shillings. For some questions?”

“Yes. I’m a vicar, as you know. In my position I can talk to my parishioners but it is very hard for me to understand how a girl in domestic service in the city thinks. So I’ll pay you to answer questions on the carriage ride. It will make the journey pass faster too. But I warn you some of the questions might be very personal.”

“Like what? Whether I have a boyfriend?”

“Exactly. That sort of thing.”

“Hmph. I don’t know that I want to answer questions like that. But ten shillings is a lot.”

“Will you do it?”

She thought for a moment. “Yes, sir.”

“So do you have a boyfriend?”

“You aren’t going to tell the cook or the butler. We aren’t meant to.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Yes, I do.”

“How far have you gone with him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do I really need to spell it out?”

“I’m just not sure…you being a Reverend and all…what it’s alright to talk about.”

“I assure you than in an average week I hear a lot of things much more extreme than anything we are likely to discuss. So how far have you gone? Have you held hands with him?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you kissed him?”

“You really mustn’t tell the cook. But yes.”

“Have you gone further?”

She blushed. “Yes,” she said almost in a whisper.

“All the way?”

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with a man of the cloth. No, not all the way. If you mean…” Her voice fell away in embarrassment.

“Putting his cock in your cunt. Fucking you.”

Peggy gasped, clearly unable to reconcile such filth coming from a man in a clerical robe.

“No, I’ve not…done that.”

“Try and say it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve not done that. Let him fuck me. Put his…oh I can’t say it, it is so obscene…put his cock in me…in my…in my…quim…my cunt.”

“But you’ve done more than holding hands and kissing?”

“Yes.”

“You stroked him, didn’t you? With your hand.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Did you make him cum?”

“Yes.” She was whispering so quietly it was barely audible above the noise of the carriage wheels.

“Was it exciting?”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you any of this. Yes. Incredibly exciting. But not as exciting as…” Her voice trailed away again.

“…as when he put his hand up your skirt?” the Reverend said.

“Yes. How do you know?”

“And did he make you cum?”

“No. He didn’t really know where to touch. But it was thrilling anyway.”

“But you know where to touch, don’t you?”

She looked at him trying to see if he meant what she thought he must. “Yes, sir. I know it’s a sin. But it feels so good I can’t stop myself.”

“Do you make yourself cum?”

“Yes.”

“How often do you do it?”

“Most mornings if there is time before I have to get up and start all the chores.”

“It’s not a sin. Don’t feel guilty about doing it. There’s nothing in the bible about it.”

“Good. So I don’t need to stop.”

“Do you want to prove to yourself it’s not a sin? That I, a vicar, a man of the cloth, want you to do it?”

“How?” Peggy asked.

“I’ll give you another ten shillings if you’ll do it for me. Now.”

“I can’t do that! Even for ten shillings. Not while you watch.”

“You are right. Ten shillings is too little for something that will embarrass you so much. A pound would be more appropriate.”

A pound, nearly a month’s wages for a maidservant. The Reverend could see that she was tempted. He felt his cock stir at the thought.

“Thirty shillings,” she said. “Then I’ll do it.”

“Alright,” the Reverend said. “But you have to cum to get all the money.”

“I’ll try.”

“You are a tough negotiator.”

She laughed. “I’m not sure I’m tough enough to actually do it now.”

She took a deep breath, pulled up her skirts to her waist and slipped off her drawers. Her face was red with embarrassment.

“I’ve never been naked like this before,” she said.

“You are still a maiden?”

“Of course.”

She took another deep breath and then spread her legs wide. The Reverend inspected her quim. Her hair was darker than the hair on her head, the color of a lioness, he thought. She had big fleshy lips divided by a long deep slit.

“So this is what I do.”

She reached down with one hand and opened up her quim. Inside those fleshy lips there were tiny little pink lips standing guard around her opening. With one finger of her other hand she reached down and started to gently caress her clit, making little rolling motions on it.

The Reverend stroked himself through his robe as he watched the servant girl pleasure herself. She opened her eyes and saw what he was doing.

“If you are going to stroke it, I want to see it,” she said.

He laughed. “You really are a tough negotiator, as I said.” But he pulled up his robe so she could see his cock, and started to stroke it.

“Gosh, yours is big,” she said.

“Bigger than your boyfriend?”

“Yes. Are you going to…finish?”

“You mean cum? You want to see?”

“Yes. I know its sinful but I do.”

“Didn’t you see your boyfriend cum?”

“No. It was in the dark. We’ve only done it once. It ended up all over my hand but I didn’t really see it happen.”

“Let’s see if we can cum at the same time.”

“Okay. I’m not close yet though. It takes a few minutes.”

The two of them sat there facing each other in the carriage. The Reverend stroked his big cock, Peggy’s finger rubbed her clit, gradually getting harder and faster.

“I’m close now,” she said.

The Reverend stroked his cock more vigorously. He could feel his orgasm rising inside him.

“Here it comes,” she blurted out. “Nnngh, shit it’s a strong one.” Her finger flew over her clit rubbing it as fast as she could. Her face was bright pink as her body clearly flooded with the thrill of her climax.

The Reverend felt his cum preparing to blast. He stood up, grabbed Peggy’s hair and thrust his cock into her mouth. She struggled to escape as the first blast of his cum exploded into her mouth. She managed to pull her mouth off his cock, and he stood there stroking himself, delivering a lattice of white stripes over her bare legs.

“That was not the deal,” she said, not unreasonably, spitting his cum out onto the floor of the carriage.

“But wasn’t it exciting.”

“No. I’m a well-brought-up girl. I’ve never even heard of such a thing.”

“Do you want to know why Lord Devon sent you with me?”

“To help at the vicarage. I already know.”

“No. Because he wants to do that to you.”

“What? Cum in my mouth?”

“That sort of thing. He picked you out of all his servants. He hired me to train you.”

“I’m not doing anything like that. I’m a well-behaved servant girl.” She started to sob.

“You’ll do what you are told. But there are compensations too.”

“What?” she asked, with tears running down her cheeks.

“Firstly I’m going to teach you to love it. But secondly, Lord Devon will make you a rich girl.”

“How can I trust that is true?”

He reached into his pocket and got out a five-pound note.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“I think it’s a five-pound note. I’ve never seen one before though.”

“This one’s yours.”

“For what?”

“For this week’s work at the vicarage. Ah, here we are.”

Peggy pushed her skirts down over her cum-covered thighs as the carriage pulled up in front of the vicarage.

Chapter 7: Peggy’s Education

Just like Nellie the week before, Peggy was surprised to find she had her own maid, a treat that she had never experienced in her life. And an exotic black girl at that. Soon she was bathed and dressed and walking into the Reverend’s study as her friend Nellie had done just a couple of weeks earlier.

“You are going to learn how to suck a cock,” the Reverend said. “Watch while Anne gives a demonstration.”

Peggy had never even considered the idea of having a cock in her mouth until earlier that day when the Reverend had forced his into her mouth in the carriage. She managed to escape the indignity but she also knew it had been exciting. Her mind didn’t want to do it but her mouth was thrilled when she felt his cock jerk and blast cum onto her tongue. It had been in a different league of excitement from feeling her boyfriend’s cum on her hand, her only previous experience of anything sexual beyond masturbation.

Peggy watched as the Reverend hoisted up his robe and his black servant knelt in front of him. She took his soft cock into her mouth. As Peggy continued to watch, his cock expanded, getting longer, thicker and harder. She knew it was sinful to even watch such a scene but her quim had its own feelings. She could feel the excitement there, it was fluttering a little as Anne’s mouth bobbed back and forth on the Reverend’s large member. Even so, she couldn’t imagine doing such a thing herself, no matter how intriguing it was to watch.

“Your turn now,” the Reverend said, beckoning her over.

“No way,” Peggy said, “I’m not doing that. It’s gross.”

The Reverend moved across the room and picked Peggy up. He put her down on a wooden chair. Before she realized what was happening her legs were spread apart and held by cutouts in the arms of the chair. She was fixed there unable to escape, spread apart in a most undignified way. He grabbed her dress and literally ripped it apart up the front, leaving her completely exposed and naked.

“You need to learn to do as you are told. A good slut exhibits complete obedience.”

He picked up a riding whip off the desk. It was a couple of feet long, a flexible wooden switch, with a square of rough leather at the end. He flicked his wrist and the leather snapped against her quim lips. She screamed out, at first just due to the surprise. It took a second or two before she became conscious of the pain between her legs. She closed her eyes to try and squeeze back the tears. She heard the whip slashing through the air and then felt the pain explode from her quim a second time. But to her surprise, she felt something else. Her quim was glowing with pain on the outside but glowing with excitement inside. She was as turned-on as she could ever remember. She squeezed the muscles inside her quim to increase the pleasure. She concentrated on her arousal and somehow it dulled the pain when the whip connected to her fleshy outer quim lips. The strokes of the riding whip merged together. Her pussy was clenching and rippling with excitement. She knew she had never been so wet.

Suddenly the Reverend was kissing her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. At that moment she truly felt like she was his slut, she would do whatever he wanted. Even something gross like taking his cock in her mouth.

“I’ll suck you now,” she said, breaking the kiss.

“You will,” he said. “But after it’s been in your ass. There are consequences for disobedience.”

He turned to Anne.

“Lick her ass, get it ready.”

“No, not there!” Peggy squealed when Anne’s tongue first touched her asshole. She squirmed around self-consciously as Anne worked her tongue in a little deeper.

“Finger her,” the Reverend said.

Peggy felt Anne’s tongue replaced by one of her fingers. In a moment the finger was in her ass. It was at once degrading but surprisingly pleasurable. Gradually Anne worked a second finger into her ass. The Reverend moved over and while Anne finger-fucked Peggy’s ass, she also licked his cock, bringing it back to full-size and hardness and coating it in a sheen of her spit.

The Reverend moved between Peggy’s legs. She felt his cock pressed against her asshole.

“All your entrances are mine,” the Reverend said. “Especially this one. Most girls never even experience a cock in there. Like you are about to.”

He pushed forward, not roughly but very firmly. She felt her asshole being forced open. It was painful, just on the point that she couldn’t take it. She felt her eyes flood with tears again.

“Stop,” she cried, “It’s too much.”

“Oh Peggy you have a tight little virgin one,” he said as he forced himself a little bit further inside, ignoring her cries.

Peggy had tears running down her face as the pain in her asshole got even more unbearable. The Reverend didn’t seem to care about her feelings, he was going to enter here whatever it took.

“Peggy, your asshole feels so tiny. Lord Devon will love it when you give it to him too.”

He reached down a pushed a finger roughly into her quim. “I’m going to enjoy taking you here too. Mating you like an animal. But I’ll only do it when you beg me to.”

“Like that’s going to happen,” said Peggy through her clenched teeth as she did her best to cope with the pain in her asshole.

“Your body has its own desires. Desires that even you don’t understand.”

His cock finally slid fully into her ass. Her asshole was a little more relaxed and the pain started to be replaced with pleasure. To her surprise she was starting to enjoy it. Even the throbbing of her whipped quim lips seemed to have turned to a glow of arousal.

“Anne, whip her nipples. Make her cum.”

Anne picked up the riding whip. She flicked her wrist and with perfect aim the little leather square connected with one of Peggy’s nipples. It stung like a bee. Her nipples went hard instantly. As the Reverend started to fuck her ass much more roughly, Anne used the whip to keep striking her nipples. But it was as if her nipples were connected directly to her clit. The more the black girl stung her nipples, the more excited she was getting. Pain and pleasure were all mixed up together. She was moaning and groaning and had no idea if it was from arousal or the throbbing in her asshole and her nipples.

Suddenly Peggy’s body jerked. Even she was surprised by the sudden orgasm that came out of nowhere. “Oh gosh, whip me harder,” she heard herself moaning. Anne used the whip mercilessly on her rock-hard nipples. Her asshole clamped onto the Reverend’s cock and then it was pulsating, as if she was trying to milk him. “Oh, yes, fuck my ass, harder, yes, yes.”

He pulled out of her ass and straddled her. She opened her mouth without being asked and he pushed his cock in. He stroked the shaft of his cock just a few times while she used her tongue to lick all around his cockhead. She felt his cock jerk and then it was twitching again and again, pumping thick creamy cum into the back of her throat. Unlike the day before in the carriage, she didn’t move her mouth away. She swallowed the first mouthful as she coaxed even more out of the Reverend’s spurting rod.

“You loved being whipped, didn’t you?” he said.

“Yes, sir. It was painful but so exciting.”

“Take her to the attic,” he said to Anne. “Let’s whip her properly.”

Anne led her up the staircase. Peggy gasped when she opened the door and she first caught sight of the strange equipment with buckles and straps and ropes, the whips and paddles. The Reverend left her for a few minutes to let the anticipation build up. It was odd, she thought, how hard it was to tell the difference between fear and arousal. They both made her body shake, overwhelmed her emotions. She stood there trembling, waiting for what she already half-guessed would happen.

“Put her on the cross,” the Reverend said when he finally arrived.

Anne led Peggy over to the big X-shaped cross on one side of the room. There were leather straps and buckles at all four corners. In a moment, Peggy was fixed to the cross by her ankles and wrists. With her legs fixed wide apart like that, she felt very vulnerable. All the soft delicate folds of her sex were exposed. The Reverend moved a large mirror on a stand in front of her. She would not be spared knowing seeing whatever humiliation the Reverend had in mind.

“Shall we gag her? Or shall we hear her scream?” he said.

The Reverend came up behind her. She felt his fingers rubbing the lips of her quim. Then he roughly jabbed a finger into her as he had done earlier in the study.

“Ouch,” she yelped in surprise. Since she was no longer wet it was not comfortable, especially since her virgin quim had still to be truly stretched open.

“You are dry now. Soon you will be dripping,” he said. “Wetness running down your legs.”

He walked across the room and picked up a leather whip. It had a handle and then a long heavy leather strip that tapered down to a narrow point. He lifted up his hand and brought it down hard. The whip cracked. The sound was terrifying to Peggy even though it was nowhere near her body. At least that time.

She watched in the mirror as the Reverend took the whip. It appeared he was taking aim at her ass. He brought his hand across, the whip slashed through the air. It landed across her ass with a loud snap. A split-second later her buttocks erupted in pain. A moment after that her quim vibrated with its own feelings. She screamed out loudly. Her knees collapsed under her but that just left her hanging from the straps around her wrists. She struggled to get straighten her legs and support her body as her ass burned with the pain of the lash.

The Reverend ran his fingertips over her ass. She could feel the raised weal where her body had responded to the leather.

He stepped back and once again brought his hand across fast. The whip sizzled through the air. She heard the crack of the leather on her ass before she felt it. Then, just as before, her ass felt like it had had a knife drawn across it. Her quim quivered in a way she had never felt before. She let out a weird sound that was at once a cry of pain and a moan of arousal. Her body was a potpourri of contradictory feelings.

Crack. Another stroke. She was crying now, tears running down her cheeks. But more surprisingly, as the Reverend had predicted, the juices of her passion were dripping from her quim and dribbling down her thighs. How was it that something so painful turned her on so much? Made her wet at both ends of her body.

Crack. Crack. The sting of the whip started to blur together, the pain in her ass overwhelmed by the desire in her quim. Her whole body was shaking with arousal, she could barely stand up.

“Do you want more?” the Reverend said.

“No. I don’t know. It’s so horrible. But so exciting.”

“Do you want to be fucked?”

“Oh yes, sir, please sir. More than anything else.”

She felt the Reverend behind her. His cock was nudging against the lips of her quim. She could feel her lips, all slick with her copious juice. He straightened his legs a little and she felt his cockhead just at her opening. He pushed against her and her body resisted. Then suddenly he drove his cock up hard. Peggy screamed as she was instantly deflowered. The Reverend tore through her maidenhead and stretched her quim out wide for the very first time.

“Aargh,” she shrieked as she felt her insides being split by his huge cock.

“You are no longer a virgin, Peggy.”

“No sir. Thank you sir. Please be gentle, sir.”

But he was not. He started to thrust his hips, letting his cock slip almost completely from the servant before re-entering her hard. He noticed a little blood on his cock, the final trace of her girlhood. She let out a little whimper each time his cock slammed back into her slit like an axe chopping wood. Her eyes were closed, her whole mind was focused on the wonderful feelings that the Reverend’s cock where creating in her no-longer-virgin quim. The pain of the whipping was now completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Oh sir. It’s wonderful. I don’t want you to be gentle after all.”

The Reverend pulled out of her. He undid the leather straps that held her ankles and wrists. He lay on the floor on his back. Anne guided Peggy to put her feet on either side of his hips. She grabbed his cock and held it upright. Peggy lowered her body. Anne directed his cock inside her as she lowered her body. This time there was no pain, just the thrill of feeling her body resisting a little before yielding to let him enter. Anne pushed her hips back and forward to show her how to move. He reached up and caressed her breasts as she started to fuck him. Then he pinched her nipples, still ultra-sensitive from the riding whip earlier.

Anne reached down in front of her and started to rub her clit with one finger as she rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the cock inside her for the first time in her life.

“You can’t cum without permission,” the Reverend said.

“Yes, sir.”

The servant started to experiment, lifting her body up and down, rocking it back and forth. Everything felt wonderful, and Anne’s finger on her clit was working its usual magic and she could feel an orgasm coiling up inside like a snake about to strike.

Her orgasm was almost imminent when she realized she had forgotten to ask permission.

“Can I cum, sir?” she said.

“Not yet. You have to hold it.”

She slowed her movements a little but the Reverend grabbed her ass and started to hammer into her from underneath her body, and Anne did everything she could to her clit to make it next to impossible.

“Please sir, I have to cum, sir.”

“Ten seconds more,” he said.

“Ten, nine…”

He counted down and it took all of Peggy’s willpower to force herself not to cum, something she had never tried to do before. More normal was masturbating in her bed and wanting to cum as soon as possible before she had to get up and attend to her servant’s chores as the household came to life.

“…two…one.”

Peggy’s body burst with an explosion of pleasure. It started in her quim and then flooded her body with the most wonderful feelings of joy and ecstasy. She felt her toes curl, she felt it in her fingertips, the hair on her scalp stood up. She could feel her face and her breasts flushed pink and warm.

“Oh gosh, it’s so wonderful, don’t stop, fuck me, finger me, do me…oh it’s going on and on. I’ve never had one like this before.”

Peggy, who had been so resistant at first, was now broken. She willingly became the Reverend’s slut, eager to do whatever depraved idea he came up with. But soon her training was at an end and it would be time to return to her household at Lord Devon’s town house.

Audience participation time. Peggy is returning to Lord Devon’s house, accompanied by the Reverend. Nellie is already there. Maybe there are other servants, guests or tradespeople.

Comment below about what you would like to read about. This is a pretty depraved story, so the more depraved the ideas the better.

Want some ideas (not exclusive)? Nellie whips Peggy into a frenzy and then fucks her with a strap-on cock. The two girls lick each other while the two guys watch, and then they fuck. Lord Devon has his first experience fucking a girl in the ass. One of the girls licks Lord Devon’s ass while the other sucks him off. Lord Devon has some guests over and the maids put on a show for them.

Chapter 8: The Ball

Every year Lord Devon would have a masked ball at his country estate. It was one of the events of the season. Everyone who was anyone in society hoped to receive the gold edged white card that was the invitation. Then they would spend weeks deciding what to wear. Since they were masked they could be daring. Women would wear clothes that hugged their figure. Men would wear shirts that were half-unbuttoned. It was the one time of the year that everyone could ignore the conventions of Victorian England.

“I want to go further,” Lord Devon said to the Reverend.

“How do you mean?”

“I’m going to show up with Nellie and Peggy. Naked. They will be wearing a mask like all the other guests, but nothing else. And with collars around their necks like they are my pets attached to chains.”

“Then I should bring Anne,” the Reverend said. “A naked black girl will be an even more unusual sight. Perhaps I should have her shaved too so that all your guests get to see her exotic slit. Her lips are the color of fine chocolate, totally different from a normal English girl.”

“Really. I’ve never seen that.”

“I’ll lend her to you one day. Since she lives with me she is even better trained than your own sluts.”

“Talking of shaving, Nellie needs shaving again. Her hair has grown back. I like the hairless little-girl look. Plus it is so much more satisfying when I lick her there. I want Peggy shaved too.”

“I’ll get Anne to clean them both. She has a new technique involving hot wax. It makes them even smoother than being shaved. So what do you want to do with the girls during the ball?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ve not fucked Nellie in her ass yet, maybe that would be fun to do in front of everyone.”

“Yes. She is an anal virgin. She’s been fingered and licked there but never fucked.”

“Should I be gentle if I do it?”

“No. Be rough. It is more depraved if the guests hear her scream. Talking of which, we should bring some of the whipping equipment. Let the guests cane the girls. It turns them on so much. Then we could have a lottery for who gets to fuck them.”

“Yes. And in which orifice. Maybe I shall get some dice made up. ‘mouth, quim, ass’ instead of numbers.”

“Perfect. Let’s go further though. We pull a name out of a hat. Then we roll some dice and it says what that person has to do. Lick, fuck, cane, whip, whatever. And if it is lick or fuck we roll the orifice dice too. Then we roll a dice with the girls’ names on.”

“Yes!” said Lord Devon. “But what if one of the women rolls the fuck choice.”

“We can have a large wooden cock made up and leather straps to hold it. She’ll get to experience fucking a slut just as if she were a man.”

“Perfect. Let’s get a really big wooden cock, though. Larger than life. Stretch the girls a bit. Somehow sex is dirtier and hotter if the girl is not entirely comfortable.”

“Every year your ball is the talk of the town. But this year you’ll exceed your past reputation for fun and debauchery.”

“I know you have trained secret slut servants for several of my friends. I have fun trying to guess which one they are when I am dining there, but they are so well trained I have never discovered one.”

“A lot of the gentry have one of my pupils hidden away in their households, a secret slut known only to them. Fucking a servant while his wife is upstairs is a special treat. The best is when it is the governess. She teaches the children by day and then at night she is available for whatever depravity is desired. The contrast makes it really special. Fucking your children’s governess up her ass is a treat only a few men get to experience.”

“That black girl is your own secret slut?”

“Anne? Yes. Although she is not that secret. It’s too hard to hide the trainings from all of my other staff.”

“So do you…what’s a good way to say…take pleasure from your other servants too.”

“Yes. I like to go to the servants’ quarters in the middle of the night with a candle and take one. She’s only half-awake, hopefully a virgin, lovely tight teenage body. I rip her nightshirt off and before she realizes what is going on I’m inside her.”

“Don’t they resist or something?”

“No. They are well brought up Victorian girls, but they don’t know their bodies. Their mind says ‘no’ but their body says ‘yes, yes, yes’. They can only resist for maybe a few seconds and then they surrender to the pleasures of the flesh that they never knew existed. After that they long for subsequent visits.”

“Given your profession, well not the vicar profession, the side profession, I guess you have deflowered a lot of virgin servants.”

“Indeed. It is a thrill that never grows old. There is something special about a vagina that has never been used. Sometimes I do it in a loving way, all cuddly in bed. I kiss them a lot. They feel I’m making love to them rather than just fucking them. Lots of foreplay before the entry. I go in slowly and gently with our arms wrapped around each other. But sometimes I just roughly thrust into them. I ignore their screams, but even so, soon their cries of pain gradually change to sighs of pleasure.”

“So let’s have a virgin for the party. The grand prize. Take one of my servants and train her. Do all the licking and whipping and whatever you do, but don’t actually deflower her. We’ll raffle her off at the end of the evening.”

“Wait. I’ve got an even better idea. Each invitation card also comes with a key. I’ll get Anne to pierce her labia and then thread a padlock through. Whoever has the key that opens her cunt gets to be the first person in there.”

“Wonderful. You are such an expert on nasty sexual stuff.”

The Reverend laughed. “I am a man of the cloth.”

Lord Devon laughed too. “I know. I found it hard to believe when you were recommended to me for all this. A vicar. Training my innocent servants to be available at all times.”

“Well, I need to get going,” said the Reverend.

“Would you like something before you go? I can get Nellie to come and suck you off.”

“I’ve not seen Nellie for ages.”

Lord Devon rang a bell. A servant soon appeared. “Send Nellie here,” he said.

Without even being asked, Nellie knelt down in front of the Reverend and opened up his britches. As she started to suck his soft cock, she also unbuttoned the front of her uniform so her breasts were exposed. She played with her own nipples as she felt his cock growing in her mouth. Once he was fully hard she wrapped one hand around his shaft and started to stroke him.

“Excellent, Nellie, you get me there so fast,” he said. “Suck all my cum out of me.”

She stroked him a little bit faster and almost immediately was rewarded with the twitch of his cock. She sat back with her mouth open and stroked him as he emptied his balls into her. She swallowed all his cream and then delicately used her tongue to lick his cock completely clean. She did up the front of her uniform and put his cock back in his britches. She stood up and wordlessly left Lord Devon’s study, it had just taken a few minutes for her to suck the Reverend to a climax.

The day of the party arrived. The guests knew immediately that it was going to be special, to exceed the levels of debauchery of previous years because the first sight that greeted them was Anne. She was on all fours on a table, completely naked except for a cat mask. Most of the guests had never seen a black woman, certainly not seen one naked, and even more certainly never seen one whose quim was completely exposed.

Everyone wandered around her back, intrigued to inspect her brown labia. She was freshly waxed without a trace of hair so nothing was hidden. There was a bowl of oil on the table between her feet. The more adventurous of the guests dipped a finger in the oil and rubbed it on her exotic quim, inspecting how she looked inside. Some rubbed a little oil on the tiny black pucker that was Anne’s asshole. Some of them were daring enough to push a finger completely inside one of her holes.

“Thank you sir,” or “Thank you ma’am,” she said whenever she felt an oily finger inside her.

Lord Devon walked into the room and everyone gasped. He was wearing a hunting jacket and riding boots, and carrying a riding crop. But he was naked from the bottom of his jacket to the top of his boots. Nellie and Peggy walked alongside him. They were completely naked and had been waxed smooth of any pubic hair, the little slits of their quims on view to all the guests.

Nellie turned around. The guests were surprised to see how her ass was covered in fresh red marks. Clearly Lord Devon had already used the riding crop on her earlier and he had not been gentle. She bent over, spread her legs and grasped her ankles, offering her ass to him. Everyone could see the pink lips of her quim nestling between her thighs.

Lord Devon raised the crop high in the air and brought it down hard on her ass. It was clear to everyone watching that it was taking all her willpower to avoid crying out. Peggy moved and knelt down in front of him and sucked on his cock as he chastised his other servant. After a few more strokes Nellie’s ass was even redder. She was sobbing quietly with tears running down her cheeks.

Already, Lord Devon’s cock was rock hard. Peggy grabbed it and guided it into Nellie’s quim. He pushed forward and slid inside in a long thrust. Peggy moved so she could kiss Nellie and play with her breasts. The guests all gathered around to watch Nellie’s fucking, the men wishing they were Lord Devon and the women pleased that they hadn’t had to endure a cruel whipping, but perhaps now wishing it was them being fucked.

He pulled out of Nellie. Peggy reached up and spread Nellie’s ass cheeks apart. Everyone could see the little brown pucker of her asshole, although they probably also erroneously assumed she had been taken there before. Lord Devon pressed his cock against it, grabbed her hips and thrust forward very hard. Nellie screamed as the Lord tore into her virgin asshole. She was clearly very tight and the guests all watched as he struggled to get his cock completely into her rectum.

After fucking her ass for a bit, he pulled out of Nellie and climbed onto the table, lying on his back. She squatted over him and took his cock back into her ass. She started to thrust her hips back and forth. Peggy picked up the riding crop and started to whip her buttocks as if she were a horse. Nellie thrust her hips harder and faster, worked into a frenzy by the rain of blows falling all over her ass.

In a short time, Lord Devon was about to cum. Nellie got up off him. Peggy grabbed his cock and started to stroke it hard, holding it vertically. When he came his cum spurted high into the air. The guests gasped. After the first few squirts had shot out dramatically, Peggy put her mouth over it and coaxed the final drips from him.

The guests all broke out into applause. Lord Devon and the two girls took a bow. The male guests were all hard. Nellie and Peggy soon had a cock in each of their mouths and each of their quims.

Anne came over. A couple of the female guests grabbed her and spread-eagled her on the table. They couldn’t resist having a taste of her mysterious chocolate quim. They licked her labia all over and probed her ass and quim with their fingers. In no time Anne was moaning with pleasure. More women came to join in and kissed her mouth and her breasts. The guests know they may never get the experience of a black girl. They all wanted a taste. Somehow, with nobody making a decision, Anne was the treat for the women while Peggy and Nellie serviced the men.

The Reverend arrived. Like Lord Devon he wore a jacket and boots but his cock was naked. He was semi-hard already, and his cock swung back and forth as he walked. Alongside him was another of Lord Devon’s young servants, Charlotte. She stood there with her feet spread apart. Gradually the guests noticed the padlock dangling between her legs. She had a silver ring through each of her inner labia and the two rings were joined by the padlock. Nobody could fuck her unless they had the key. She got up onto the table where Anne had been earlier and lay back with her legs spread. She had big pink labia that somehow looked even more prominent due to the rings and the lock. Each of the guests in turn came and tried their key to see if they were the lucky one to have the key to her virginity.

Eventually it was Lady Kent whose key turned the lock. The Reverend produced a large wooden cock and a leather harness. Lady Kent put it on. Charlotte slid to the edge of the table. Lady Kent positioned the huge dildo among her labia between the silver rings. She pushed forward but Charlotte’s body resisted completely and she just slid a little way onto the table.

“I’ll have to take you from behind,” Lady Kent said.

Charlotte got down off the table and bent over it. Her ass was crisscrossed with the marks of her training where the Reverend had taken her to the attic. But unlike a normal training, this time the desire that the whipping created went unsatisfied, nothing more than his finger entered her quim since her virginity was the prize for the party.

Lady Kent positioned the wooden cock in her entrance. She pushed but still Charlotte’s body resisted. But since her thighs were pressed against the table, this time her body didn’t move away. Lady Kent thrust hard again. The end of the cock drilled into Charlotte. She screamed in pain. Lady Kent pulled back a little. There was blood on the wood. She thrust forward roughly. Charlotte screamed again but this time the entire cock slid inside her. Lady Kent started to fuck her, not trying to be gentle in any way, taking pleasure from the discomfort she was causing. But somehow the aggressive fucking was just what Charlotte needed.

“I’m going to cum” she moaned. “Can I cum? Do I have permission?”

“Yes,” the Reverend said. “Cum loudly.”

Charlotte’s body erupted. She screamed as Lady Kent continued to fuck her hard while her body clenched itself uncomfortably on the unyielding wood in her quim.

The Reverend whispered in Lady Kent’s ear and she nodded. She pulled out of Charlotte. He unbuckled the straps from Lady Kent and instead put them around Charlotte’s waist. Lady Kent pulled up all her skirts and lay on the table. Charlotte moved between her legs. She pushed and the massive member slid into Lady Kent as all the other guests watched intently.

“Oh yes, fuck me really hard,” Lady Kent cried as Charlotte worked the cock inside. “Where’s the whip? Somebody whip her.”

The Reverend picked up the riding crop. He brought it down on Charlotte’s ass as he had done with the cane earlier in the week. Her hips jerked forward thrusting the wooden cock into the lucky winning guest. He continued to whip her, driving her almost into a trance as the pain in her ass merged with the arousal in her quim.

“Oh yes, fuck that’s good,” Lady Kent moaned.

The Reverend spotted Lord Kent and he beckoned him over, along with Anne. He pointed to Charlotte’s little hairless pink quim exposed between the leather straps of the harness, the silver rings glinting. Anne undid him and soon she had his cock hard in her mouth. Anne guided his cock between Charlotte’s legs and in no time he was buried in the servant girl. As Lord Kent fucked Charlotte, the wooden cock fucked his wife.

That party would be hard to surpass in following years. Lord Devon whipping Nellie and doing her anally for the first time. Peggy bringing him off with her hand so that cum shot into the air. The exotic black girl Anne who almost nobody, man or woman, managed to resist fingering. And now Charlotte having her virginity given away by lottery and then made to fuck the winner back as well.

Plus the inevitable mass orgy that always followed the more choreographed phases of the evening.