My Bare Lady
By V.P. Viddler
Lady Milford was trembling.
Rufus had not looked up from his work as he had heard her coming downstairs to
the servants' quarters, nor as she had slowly approached the table at which he
stood. And he did not have to look up now to know that she was trembling badly.
Only as Lady Milford spoke did he finally look at her, and then it was a slow,
almost insolent, moving of his eyes upward, over her form as she stood across
the table from him. Such a look as would have been unthinkable had it not been
for circumstances that had occurred not many days ago. His gaze moving up across
Lady Milford's body, from her round hips up to her full bosom, up again slowly
to her face, which, blazing, drawn, exhibited anger, and shame, and fear, and
most of all a knowledge of what Rufs was thinking, of what he was remembering.
That shaking voice had faltered, but now she swallowed hard and began again. "My
husband--my husband has commanded me--" trying to fix her look upon him but not
quite able to do so, the dark eyes halfway downcast, as he took in that full yet
willowy form, that softly cascading blonde hair. "--to ask you to--to punish
me," Lady Milford said, barely gasping out the words. "To-- to the best of your
ability."
"I see," Rufus said, looking at Lady Milford's halfway downcast eyes. Hearing
her laboring breath. Looking at the high bosom, rising and falling. Recalling.
"And did he say how I should punish you, my lady?"
"No."
"I see. My choice, then, is it?
"I--I--yes."
"And did my lord specify just what extent of severity I am to employ?"
A near moan from Lady Milford. "No. But--" A sharp breath. "He said--he would
expect--to hear me, upstairs. To hear me-- screaming."
"Ah," Rufus said.
Lady Milford's mortification was highly satisfactory. It was of course what her
husband had wanted for her. In addition to that actual punishment which would
result in that screaming he was no doubt waiting to hear from his wife.
This was not the first occasion on which Lord Milford had subjected his lady to
such mortification, nor to such punishment. That had taken place not a month
previously. Lord and Lady Milford sitting at breakfast. Lady Milford pale,
trembling as Rufus had come in in answer to his lordship's ring.
"No," Lady Milford was saying. "Not that, Richard, please. Not the servants. You
can't. Please, Richard. Not that. Please."
"But you have been so willful, my dear. You know you have. And you must be made
to know your place. I am afraid this is the only way."
"Dear god," Lady Milford had whispered. "Oh, dear god. Richard, no. I will be--"
"Rufus," Lord Milford said. "Lady Milford is in need of instruction. I want you
to assist me in instilling into her the principles of submission to her husband.
I trust you will have no objection to acting in this matter."
"Not at all, my lord."
And Lady Milford with a horror-filled moan had slid from her chair and fallen to
her knees. "I beg you, Richard," sobbing, "I am begging you on my knees. You
cannot mortify me in this way. Not with--"
"You shall know your place, my dear, and your servants will know it also. Rufus,
you will accompany Lady Milford and myself to the lady's bedroom."
Recalling this, and what had followed, Rufus gazing at the shaking form of his
mistress could see that Lady Milford also was recalling. As Lord Milford had
planned, each time she saw him she would recall that horror, and know that he
also was thinking of it, and know that it could and probably would occur again
at her husband's pleasure.
As now.
"If you please, my lady," Rufus said now. "Remove your shirtwaist."
A short gasp. A swaying of the body, a tightness of the fists. "I--oh god, I--"
"If you please, my lady. Now."
"Ohhh." And Lady Milford with shaking fingers began to unbutton the garment
hiding her bosom. But now the dark eyes moved, widening with sudden shock and
apprehension as she now saw Titus, his youthful apprentice, lurking in the gloom
of the background.
"What--why is--"
"Do not stop, my lady. Your husbnad, I trust, did not particularly say that your
punishment was to be limited to my eyes alone."
"Oh--but--oh, I--no--"
"Did he, my lady?
"I--ohh--no--but--"
"Then I think my lord will not mind that Titus--or anyone else who may happen
in--all of us--will watch, will witness, and perhaps as reward for assiduity may
participate in that which my lord has ordained. Is it not so, my lady?"
Lady Milford looked faint. Shaking her head slowly. "Please--" And a tear was
rolling down that pale and beautiful face.
Titus was watching, breathing hard enough.
"Go on, my lady."
Looking away now, fingers shaking harder, Lady Milford unbuttoned that
shirtwaist and with a sob now pulled it apart, baring to Rufus and to Titus and
to anyone possibly lurking in the corners her high proud quivering round
pink-nippled breasts, Rufus now recalling his first sight of that body bare on
that day when, having accompanied his lord and lady to Lady Milford's bedroom,
he had hardly crediting his ears heard Lord Milford say to his wife, "Now, my
dear, with Rufus's aid I shall punish you for your sins. You will undress
yourself, my dear. Totally, if you please."
Lady Milford staring in horror, dumbly, then "Oh no. God, Richard--"
"You see how my wife is disobedient," the lord said. "Carolina, you will obey me
instantly or I shall have Rufus do it for you. If necessary I will bind you for
him so that he may strip you without hindrance. Which is it to be?"
"Please. Oh please. If you have any--"
"Rufus--"
"No!" And moaning and sobbing and flaming and trembling and gasping Lady Milford
had undressed herself before his eyes. Utterly, as her lord had demanded. And
then had fallen to her knees, hiding her face with her hands, crouching to hide
that magnificent body. But soon rising again at her husband's command, to stand
naked in Rufus's gaze.
"Is my wife not a lady fit for a king?" said Lord Milford. "Do you not desire
her body, Rufus?"
A terrible sob from the lady.
"If you will have my answer sir--"
"I will."
"I do indeed, sir. Most strongly."
"Richard for pity's own sake--"
"My dear. You will lie on the bed, if you please. For your chastisement. On your
stomach. Now, Carolina."
"Richard--send him away--I will--I will obey--you can punish me--but for god's
sake--not this--not him--"
"Rufus, you will put Lady Milford on the bed, and hold her still so that I may
bind her wrists together and lash them to the headboard."
"Richard--"
But this was done. With that naked supple sinuous body stretching on the bed,
wrists bound, arms over her head, squirming and writhing and pleading.
"If you hold her by the ankles so that she cannot thrash about too much, I will
whip this willfulness out of her."
And with Rufus holding Lady Milford's slim ankles in his strong grip, as her
body twisted ineffectually on that soft bed, Lord Milford produced a thin but
vicious-looking leather whip. And suddenly raising it and cracking it down
savagely across his lady's naked twisting back. Making Lady Milford buck
sharply, pulling frantically against her bonds and Rufus's hands, and screaming
loudly, loudly and shrilly, the first of a long string of screams and howls and
cries of agony which tore from that yelling throat as her lord brought that
punishing lash down upon her again and again and again, across her back and her
buttocks and her thighs, striping Lady Milford's body without mercy from
shoulders to knees. And that body twisting and arching and bucking and
squirming.
And at last Lord Milford paused. And said breathlessly, "Turn her over."
"NOOO!" A spine-tingling shout of terror.
"Turn her over!"
And Rufus did, twisting her ankles until the lady's body was forcibly turned
onto her back. With her arms stretching above to pull her breasts high and taut.
And her bareness blazing at him, shaming her even in her fear.
"Shall I whip your breasts, my dear?"
"No! No! Richard, no!"
But he did. Once. Twice. And again.
And as Lady Milford was just beginning to diminish the awful howls and whippings
of her body, her husband said, "Now, Carolina, having so sluttishly aroused
Rufus with your nakedness and your writhings and squirmings, you will allow him
to satisfy his lust upon that same body. I am looking forward to watching you
possessed by a servant, who will take you mercilessly and violate you as you
deserve. Rufus, I want you to rape my wife."
And as Lady Milford, hoarse with screaming, yet began to scream again, and as
with the releasing of her ankles she pulled that aching body up into a ball save
only those still bound hands, crying and babbling to her husband to spare her
this most awful, most sordid, most shameful, most horrifying, most mortifying,
most unthinkable violation, Rufus was removing his clothing.
"You will stretch out, my dear," said Lord Milford. "You will lay yourself out
and open your body to this brute. I say you will."
And when she had not, the lord has simply whipped that body again, lashing any
part of that soft pale skin that was available, slashing the whip down so
viciously across that flesh that each blow sounded like a pistol shot. Until the
screaming shouting twisting Lady Milford could stand no more, and sobbingly laid
herself out for him, her lord whipping her across the thighs until she
unwillingly spread her long sensuous legs.
And Rufus had fallen upon that body and taken her like an animal. It was utter
conquest; rape, pillage, spoliation, violation, defilement; and Lord Milford
watching it all with satisfaction as his wife was thus forcibly taught that
lesson so unsupportable to her.
"And now, my dear, you will know that this will always be with you. And I will
know. And Rufus will know. Always. And at any time in future that I conclude
that you require another dose of such instruction, I will, you may be sure,
administer it."
And now Lady Milford with tears in her eyes was pulling off her shirtwaist for
him, to satisfy her husband who was upstairs listening for her screams. And as
she did so, not looking at him, with her arms wide in the act of pulling off the
garment, Rufus swiftly picked up a red-hot small branding tool that was handy on
the table, hissing in its flame, and without warning brought it up and pressed
its glowing tip directly against the luscious flesh of Lady Milford's left
breast, just below the nipple, holding it against that vulnerable mound in the
shocking instant that it took Lady Milford to react. Lady Milford, with a
terrible blood-curdling howl of agony, fell backwards, pulling in horror and
torment away from the insupportable pain, and in doing so fell down upon the
floor, crouching there with bent body, cradling that tortured breast, further
loud horrid cries of pain issuing from her twisting mouth.
"That, I think, should pleasure his lordship, listening for your screams, my
lady," Rufus said. "Please get up, Lady Milford."
Moans and gasps.
"I must insist, my lady, that you stand for me."
"Oh, you--" But Lady Milford slowly, unsteadily, got up to stand, swaying,
shaking, again before him. "Please--"
"My lady, I am afraid I must, for the sake of symmetry, which I know my lord
values, balance that mark on your breast with a similar brand on its opposite."
Lady Milford turned white as a ghost. "No. No! I'll do anything--I'll obey you
in anything--for pity's sake I cannot--" And Rufus picking up the glowing tool
once again, Lady Milford backed away from him, moving toward the stairs.
"I don't advise that you run away, my lady. My lord has--"
"Oh please--don't--I can't--"
"I will make it easier for you, my lady. Titus--as my lady will not or cannot
stand still for another taste of this iron, you will have to assist her. Come
behind Lady Milford and hold her still."
"No! Oh god no!"
But Titus only too eager to fulfill this duty was now behind her, and had seized
hold of her arms. Lady Milford twisted vainly, her twistings increasing as Rufus
brought that tool toward her right breast.
"Hold her tightly."
"No! NO OH NO PLEASE NO--" Trying frantically to shrink back, to break Titus's
strong grasp, but Titus held on, pulling her arms back, making those shaking
bosoms thrust toward the hot tool as though asking to be touched.
And Rufus said, "Look at me, Lady Milford."
"Oh god no please--"
And Titus carried away by the proximity of the half naked body and her arousing
forcible submission twisted a hand in that falling down yellow hair and by
pulling on it forced Lady Milford's head up with a painful cry so that she was
looking wildly into Rufus's eyes.
"Look what I am going to do to you, my lady. Look how I am going to cause you
such pain that your husband would hear you sream should he be at the topmost
floor of his house, and behind closed doors. Look at what power I have to make
you suffer. Oh, you will scream for me, my lady. Look." And Rufus brought the
small iron forward to hiss against the lady's breast, holding it there as she
flailed and thrashed and spasmed in Titus's grasp, and Lady Milford's horrifying
inhuman ear-shattering screams indeed filled the house, again and again,
reverberating throughout the rooms, upstairs and down, howl upon howl, until
Lady Milford collapsed, almost unconscious.
Signaling Titus to let go, Rufus caught his lady in his arms, holding her
against him. Again she struggled, but faintly.
"Titus. Strip the remainder of her clothing off her."
"No--no--"
But as Rufus clutched that body hard against himself, Titus avidly tore her
clothing from her, panting, until Lady Milford was naked, Titus staring in lust
and awe at that lustrous smooth long-legged form.
And Rufus said, "Whip her, Titus. Do not gape at me, you oaf. Take your belt and
whip her. Hard, mind. Hard, I say!"
And Titus did just that, laying his broad leathter belt with a will across Lady
Milford's back and buttocks and thighs, and her back again, as Rufus urged him
on to hit harder, and Lady Milford twisting and writhing and jerking against
Rufus's hard body, screaming and howling and shouting and shrieking as that
strap cracked continuously across her agonized body.
And at last those sounds brought the lord himself downstairs to investigate.
"Most satisfactory," said Lord Milford. "I have been enjoying your screams
highly, my dear. And I can see Rufus has done an excellent job. And for that he
shall of course be rewarded. What would you ask, Rufus?"
"I would ask, my lord, permission to violate my lady in a way even more
degrading, more bestial, more animalistic than before." "Why not?" her husband
said. "You both may. And also any of the other servants who would care to
participate. I will watch. I think Lady Milford will learn from this, will you
not, my darling?"
"Richard--anything--I'll crawl for you--I'll be your slave-- anything-- please
don't let them--please god please god please no don't god--"
And Rufus and Titus now took the moaning crying lady and bound her face down
over a large standing chopping block, her torso fastened over the top with her
wrists and ankles lashed to the four legs. Twisting and struggling and pleading
frantically for mercy, as Rufus stood behind her and slowly, powerfully,
savagely invaded her hitherto virginal anus with his long thick tool. And then
proceeded to violate that twisting body as Lady Milford again screamed her agony
to the world.
"Titus," Lord Milford said. "You must stand by your lady's head, so that she may
find employment for that busy mouth by using it to pleasure your pintle."
"NOOOOO!" Lady Milford shouted. 'OH GOD NO RICHARD NO NO NO NO NO!"
Titus's tool was now out and quite stiff. And standing in front of the agonized
woman's face. "Carolina," said her husband. "You will pleasure this lad with
your mouth. You will do it until you have satisfied him completely and have
taken into your belly all that he has to give you. Do you understand? Or must
I--"
"Oh god! Please. All right. Yes. Oh no. Oh dear god--"
And as the lord took a step toward her, Lady Milford with a horrifying moan
lifted her head and opened her mouth and took Titus's throbbing tool inside it.
And as her husband laughingly looked on, as Rufus ruthlessly deflowered her back
passage, Lady Milford sobbingly, moaningly, painfully, agonizedly, degradingly
used her soft lips and crying mouth and pain-driven tongue and at last her
gulping, gagging, retching but obediently swallowing throat to bring Titus such
ecstasy as he had never known.
"Do not unbind my lady," Lord Milford said when Rufus and Titus had finished
with her. "I wish to savor her in this position, so debased and mortified. My
dear, such intercourse, so to speak, with lowly servants is good for you, I
think. and you will, from now on, pay such a visit down here on a regular basis,
once a week. Do not dare to attempt to beg for mercy, my dear. It will do no
good. And if I warrant you have earned it, I shall command such visitations
still more frequently. Will you say, yes, my lord, as an obedient wife should?
Or shall I take a whip to you just as you are, which I must say is my strong
wish at this point."
"I--I--Richard--"
"Ah. The whip. Good."
And the whip it was, and this whipping was so productive of wrigglings and
jouncings and screamings that Titus and Rufus soon became stiff again. Now Lady
Milford was bound on her back over the chopping block, and for the rest of that
day and night the cellar shook its walls with her howls and begging and cracking
of whips and sizzling of burning flesh and the smack of copulation as all the
servants of the house violated Lady Milford in every possible way, as her
husband gladly savored the continuous raping and degradation and torturing of
his lady. Until she was crawling as an animal...
