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“You two are having it too easy down there,” said Rosalie. “Just lolling about... and enjoying the occasional fuck. Not to mention amusing yourselves with these lovely big dildoes!” Rosalie smiled down at the two figures kneeling before her.
“I was watching you having some fun with Mr Havers earlier this morning. On the ‘box’.” She pointed to the closed-circuit TV set which monitored all activities in the cellar-quarters below. “Well, it can’t be all beer and skittles, as they say. So I’m putting you to work. There’s plenty to be done. You can start by scrubbing out the scullery and kitchen. And when you’ve finished, I’ll want to see them so spotless you could eat off the floor. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss,” said Melissa.
“Yes, Miss,” nodded Julia immediately after.
“And I want you both to look the part,” went on Rosalie. She tossed some flimsy looking items down on the floor and two pairs of black patent leather shoes with astonishingly high stiletto heels.
“Put these on,” she ordered. ‘These’ consisted of black open-net stockings with a large diamond pattern, a black suspender belt, a half-cup black net brassiere, a tiny white apron with a lacy edging, and an absurd little maid’s cap with a ribbon.
The apron was so short that it did not quite fall to the Mount of Venus. Rosalie smiled contentedly as she watched the two girls don these ridiculous, but so humiliating symbols of their servitude. They were the kind of women who had once had maids themselves on occasions... who enjoyed bossing around servants and underlings (like myself, thought Rosalie). Now the boot was well and truly on the other foot. It really was a most gratifying feeling.
“Very fetching,” said Rosalie when the girls had finally ‘dressed’. There was a sneer of derision in her voice but, actually, she could not deny that the two of them did look very fetching! The high heels especially improved both their stature and stance. Their legs looked even longer, calves and thighs swelling and curving splendidly.
“Even if there are a few things missing from your uniform,” she went on. “Knickers; for example. ”Rosalie grinned. “I thought of letting you have some but then I remembered how proud of your wares both of you are... so decided against it!”
She saw Julia bite her lower lip. Oh how delightful it was to be able to taunt them in this sort of way! As a woman herself she was aware how bitter it must be for them.
“All right... follow me...” Rosalie strolled out of the room, into the main hall and then went through a green baize door which led to the kitchen and servant quarters. Julia and Melissa followed silently, high heels clicking on the stone and tiled floors. In this old-fashioned house, the kitchen and scullery were vast.
They had been designed in Victorian days to serve house parties of twenty or more. They were cold and gloomy, too.
“There are buckets, scrubbing brushes, cloths, soap... all you need... under the scullery sink,” said Rosalie. “In and around the sink, you’ll find rather a lot of dirty dishes. You’ll do those as well. Oh... by the way... since I am sure neither the Boss or his wife like the sight of chafed hands, you’ll wear the rubber gloves provided. All clear?”
“Yes, Miss...” they said together. Outwardly so meek, yet seething inside with hatred for this woman. Who was no better than a servant herself. And a crook as well. That she was revelling in her new authority was very evident.
“Get on with it then...” Rosalie stood hands on hips as the girls turned away.
“Hold it!” she said. They stopped in their tracks. “When you come into my presence, or leave it, you curtsey. Always. Don’t forget it. The same applied to Mr Havers.” Julia and Melissa curtsied, just like humble Victorian maids had once done. Except that they had been rather more decently garbed! Rosalie watched two shapely posteriors disappear. Each carried a single welt and a single weal. She did not doubt that, before long, there would be several more to keep them company!

Neither Julia nor Melissa were unused to hard labour. Often enough they had scrubbed the decks of the ‘Paradise’, under a relentless sun... gasping and sweating... driven on beyond all normal lengths of endurance by Miss Judith’s broad leathern tawse. Those times had been some of the worst aboard that dreadful vessel. In the first place, it was mainly newcomers who were made to scrub the decks. When they were unused to physical effort; when muscles were weak; when they were unaccustomed to the searing blaze of leather across their flesh’ when their constant nudity had not yet become second nature... and their shame at it was an agony in itself. Quite often they had had to toil and sweat under the lecherous gaze of male guests... listening to them making ribald and disgusting comments... hearing what those obscene b**sts would like to do to them if they had a chance. That all seemed long ago now. But the hideousness of those times of early training would never, never leave them. Thus, though cleaning the scullery and the kitchen was an arduous task, it was not in the same league as scrubbing the decks of the ‘Paradise’.
Kneeling side by side, they were worked steadily and in silence. Not too slow, not too fast. It was important to pace oneself. That they had learnt. Each knelt on a little rubber mat and, although there was no one to see it, they made almost sexily provocative picture... each with her upthrust bottom quivering with her movements, as well as the creamy-white flesh above the black stocking tops. For all their experience... and their steadiness... soon aching back and arms were beginning to feel the strain. Their hate for the plebian Rosalie grew minute by minute. They could imagine her lolling somewhere, amusing herself by thinking of them toiling.
“Shall we have a little rest?” whispered Julia at last. Melissa nodded. She knelt erect, breasts heaving.
“The trouble... hhaahh... is, she... she didn’t... hhaahh... say h-how... hhaahh... long we’ve got...”
“I know...” The two hapless girls looked at each other with infinite despair. Each knew in her heart that, however hard they worked, however well they did the job, it would not be difficult to fabricate some excuse for punishing them. Which, they were well aware, was what Rosalie had in mind! After a couple of minutes, both girls bent forward again and resumed their scrubbing. It would indeed have been difficult to imagine two more lovely creatures in such sordid surroundings performing such menial tasks!

It was just over an hour later, when the scullery had been completed and the kitchen was half done, that Rosalie came back. With a feeling of dread, both heard the clacking of her heels, accompanied by the heavier tread of Havers.
“Curtsey,” whispered Melissa. Both girls sprang up and did so as the couple came into the kitchen.
“Don’t let us stop you,” said Rosalie. Havers grinned hugely, seating himself astride a wooden chair and giving himself an excellent view of the juddering hindquarters. He saw the faint sheen of sweat on flesh.
“I like the outfits,” he said. “Yes... most suitable,” said Rosalie from the scullery where she was making an inspection.
“If not altogether practical,” laughed Havers. It had been an excellent idea to put these two beauties to work... and already he was mulling over a few other ideas in that direction.
“Julia! Melissa! Come in here...”Rosalie’s voice was sharp. The two girls got up as quickly as they could and hurried into the scullery. Havers followed at a more leisurely pace.
“What’s this?” demanded Rosalie, pointing to a small dark patch, about the size of a postage stamp, on one of the stone flags near the centre of the room.
“I... I don’t know, Miss,” Melissa managed to say.
“It’s dirt, girl... that’s what it is... dirt!”
“I... w-we... must have missed it...” said Melissa.
“Evidently,” sneered Rosalie. “And my orders to you were that this place was to be left spotless!Is that not so?”
“Y-Yes... Miss...” “Get your nose in it, girl... you too, Julia!” Julia and Melissa at once went down on hands and knees. It was not an easy order to carry out. Each had to put a cheek to the cold stone floor... and they ended up literally nostril to nostril over the small dirt mark.
“In the kitchen drawer, you’ll find a strap, Mr Havers,” said Rosalie. “Fetch it for me, will you?”
“Sure thing, Rosalie,” smiled Havers. He went to the kitchen drawer and took out the implement. He also saw a cane lying there ready for use. The strap was a singlethonged one, but quite meaty. It was a strip of brown leather, two feet long, three inches wide and nearly half an inch thick.
“I want those backsides higher,” he heard Rosalie saying as he came back into the kitchen. Two lovely naked bottoms were curving up, the slim black suspenders taut down the flanks.
“You know the ration?” asked Havers, handing Rosalie the strap.
“Yep... twenty four in any twenty four hour period.”
“Right...”
“They can have six apiece now,” said Rosalie, “and then get back to work.”
“Sounds fine,” said Havers. “I will have my orders obeyed, you slack bitches!” rasped Rosalie. Melissa got the first stroke. It thwacked loudly over the centre of her fulsome nates, setting them all a-judder. Melissa made only the faintest of whimpering sounds and kept her hindquarters fully presented. Rosalie was impressed. These girls had been made tougher than seemed humanely possible... She moved around and laid the strap across Julia’s bottom. The girl’s reactions were very similar, except possibly her whimper was a little louder.
“We should have been allowed to give them twenty four each!” said Rosalie.
“I’ll ask the Boss - next time,”laughed Havers.
Tthwwaaccckk! Melissa got it again...
Tthwwaaccckk! Then Julia... Just those whimpers... and the juddering soft flesh, carrying fresh, bright-pink bands of pain.
“They’re tough,” said Rosalie, almost resentfully, it seemed. She wished they were yelling and squirming. Well, perhaps they would when they got the cane later!“
Tthwwaaccckk!
“You careless cow!”
Tthwwaaccckk!
“Slovenly bitch!” Three each... three more to go... The shapely hindquarters were upthrust as high as ever... the f ingers were splayed like white starfish on the floor... whimpering nostrils pressed to whimpering nostrils... eyes were wide with pain and despair. With evident relish, Rosalie laid on the final three strokes across each girl’s buttocks. The whimpers were progressively louder, the juddering and jerking more pronounced... yet both took their punishment in the prescribed fashion. Rosalie was even more impressed as she looked down at the two f igures with faces to the floor. Yes... they certainly were tough. She was sure that she herself could not take even one stroke of that strap without twisting away!
“Lick it,”ordered Rosalie. “You first Melissa...”
Melissa’s protruding tongue laved the stone floor until the mark was almost gone.
“Now you, Julia...” Julia took Melissa’s place... and removed the final remnants of the offending stain.
“Right then, back to work,” said Rosalie. Julia and Melissa got off their knees. Fortunately both remembered to curtsey before they scurried back into the kitchen... to resume their wearisome scrubbing.
“Let’s go and have some lunch,” suggested Havers.
“What do you mean by lunch, you hairy ape?”
“Dry Martinis,” smiled Havers.
“Them I’m all for it,” laughed Rosalie. They scarcely gave the two scrubbing girls a second glance as they passed back through the kitchen.

“I’m feeling a bit randy again...” said Havers. Both he and Rosalie were slightly drunk, sprawling on the living room chairs.
“At your age? You’ve had it once today...”
“It’s those pills of the Boss. They’re amazing. Make me feel more like twenty five than forty five.”
“Lucky you!So what? You’re going to fuck a skivvy... is that it?”
“I guess so,” leered Havers. He wouldn’t have minded fucking Rosalie at that moment. Just for a change. Pity she was lesbian through and through. Quite a lot of her type liked it both ways.
“I shall have one of them later. This evening, maybe...”
“The choice is yours,” said Havers.
“I know...” sighed Rosalie. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
“It certainly is,” nodded Havers. “When are you going through again?”
“To the kitchen? Pretty soon. You’re coming too, I suppose.”
“You suppose right,” grinned Havers. Time he enjoyed Julia again... Back in the kitchen, the floor had been scrubbed to a pristine cleanliness... and Julia and Melissa were engaged on polishing every piece of furniture in sight. It was a pity they hadn’t got around to cleaning the paintwork and the windows which, as Rosalie pointed out, were considerably begrimed.
“We... we h-haven’t had time, Miss...” pleaded Julia plaintively.
“Or you haven’t tried hard enough,” said Rosalie flatly, despite the fact that both girls had worked themselves to a state of near exhaustion.
“What do you think, Mr Havers?”
“I am inclined to your view, Miss Rosalie,” said Havers pompously. “Some of these well-bred young ladies don’t know the meaning of putting their backs into it.”
“I am very glad you concur, Mr Havers...” Oh what a farce it was! A delightful farce for those playing the leading roles... but very different for their victims.
“What do you propose then, Miss Rosalie?”
“The cane, Mr Havers...”
“Very wise, my dear... I’ll fetch it.”
While he did so, Rosalie slapped the top of the ancient, woodentopped kitchen table.
“Get across this, both of you!” she ordered. Julia and Melissa bent, stretching out white arms, automatically gripping the far edge. Once again their reddened buttocks were presented, ready for attention. Havers came back and handed Rosalie the cane.
“I’ll deal with Melissa,” she said. “Would you like to deal with Julia?”
“If you wish,” replied Havers with mock politeness.
“Six of the best for each, I think,” said Rosalie. “Excellent,” pontificated Havers. He saw Melissa’s nates give an uncontrolled twitch as Rosalie tapped them lightly with the tip of the cane.
“I think it might be best if you held her wrists,” said Rosalie.
“Whatever you say...” Havers walked round and gripped Melissa’s slim wrists. Looking down he saw the rich, dark auburn hair beneath him... then the smoothness of the back... the uplifting swell of the hindquarters over the edge of the table. Rosalie raised the cane and he watched as she brought it whip-lashing down with all her might across melissa’s bottom. He felt Melissa’s wrists jerk... Saw her bottom twisting from side to side with pain... Heard her gasping-cry of torment... Ah yes... the pain really got through to them! Once more the cane rose and fell.
There was the sound of it biting into soft flesh... Melissa’s yelping-gasp... and the sight of her squirming over the edge of the table. Somehow, by holding Melissa... by being in direct contact with her... Havers got a far better impression of what pain each cut of the rod brought her.
Again!
“Oww... aagghh!” Looking down, Havers saw Melissa’s mouth, wide in its gasping. Saw her eyes wide, too. Saw the pain in them.
Again!
Oh the joy of seeing a lovely woman squirm!Of feeling her tugging in an instinctive effort to escape!
Again!
Havers heard Rosalie grunting with the effort she put in. There was not a shadow of doubt that that woman was as every bit as much a sadist as he was.
“Aaggh... oww... oowww!”
Again!
It was the sixth and final stroke... and Melissa squirmed even more violently.
“Oooowww... ooowwwww!” Havers released the girl’s wrists and pulled her up by her hair. He looked directly into her lovely, distraught face... saw the mist of tears over her eyes... saw her lips quivering.
“Don’t think, because the Master and Mistress are away, you can get away with any slacking,” he said. He sounded very much like some Victorian autocrat.
“N-No... no... S-Sir...” “Because every time you do, you’ll feel a cane across your bottom. And you don’t like the cane, do you?”
Havers released the hank of hair and Melissa’s face went down to the table top again. Then he walked around and took the cane from Rosalie. He swished it experimentally and it felt beautifully supple. Julia was bending ready over the table, a few feet further along than Melissa. It was worse for her, thought Havers, having to listen to her companion being caned, knowing she was going to get it next.
“Would you be so good as to return the compliment, Miss Rosalie?” he enquired.
“Certainly, Mr Havers...” Now it was Rosalie’s turn to go around to the other side of the table and take hold of a pair of wrists. Havers tapped the soft flesh of Julia’s nates. It shook jelly-like and, as with Melissa, there was a convulsive twitch of anticipatory dread. Havers felt the mounting throb-throb of his lust. It wouldn’t be long before he felt that bottom, underneath him... He laid on six strokes in fairly rapid succession... hardly more than a second between each. Possibly expecting a more measured pace, Julia was taken by surprise. Yelping as each stroke bit, she twisted and threshed like an eel... much to Havers’ satisfaction.
“The same applies to you, young lady,” said Havers when, in a remarkably short space of time, it was over.
“Neither Miss Rosalie nor myself will tolerate laziness. or bad work. You’ll be for it if we get it. I hope I make myself perfectly clear?”
“Y-Yer... aahh... y-yes... Sir...” said Julia. There was a choking sob in her throat.
“Good...” said Havers complacently. He was beginning to get an idea of what it must have been like to have been in charge of Victorian serving girls. ‘Tweenies’ they were called, if he remembered alright, and they were liable to be thrashed for the slightest misdemeanour. Moreover, they were fair game for the more senior servants. They would never dare complain. They would have been out on the streets in no time. Or in a workhouse... where the thrashings were far worse and more regular!
“Thank you, Mr Havers,” said Rosalie, taking the cane from him and placing it back in the drawer.
“Anything to oblige, Miss Rosalie,” said Havers. He had a greasy smile on his face.
“I have one or two things which need to be attended to upstairs,” said Rosalie.
“I’ll take Melissa with me, if that’s alright?”
“By all means,” said Havers.
“Up... you...” said Rosalie, slapping Melissa’s bottom. The girl rose off the table and followed Rosalie. Fortunately, just in time, she remembered to stop and curtsey to Havers! Julia remained bending over the table. She was shivering. It occurred to Havers it might be amusing to continue in his self-made role of Victorian autocrat. He moved closer to the table and casually caressed Julia’s bottom. He felt her flinch as he ran a f inger along one of the new weals.
“Now, young lady, let me tell you, if you play your cards right, things might not be too bad for you here. Do you follow me?”
What new game was this? For that it was a game, Julia was certain...
“What’s your name, girl?”
“Julia, Sir...”
“Julia what?”
“Julia Chant, Sir...”
“How old are you, Julia?”
“T-Twenty four... Sir...”
“Ahh... a fine age for a woman!”Havers was continuing to caress Julia’s bottom gently. Then he slipped a couple of fingers into the cleft and briefly fondled her sex lips. How deliciously soft they felt!
“You’re not a virgin, are you, girl?” he asked. So it was that kind of game!Make-believe again... like when they had played ‘High Society’.
“N-No... Sir...”
“Ahh... I’m not altogether surprised. You’ve got some curves on you, my girl,” Havers patted the rounded buttock cheeks softly. “One of the footmen, was it?” What should she answer? Did it matter all that much? As long as she played along with the ‘game’.
“Y-Yes... Sir...” whispered Julia.
“Ah-haa... I might have guessed. Which one? Tom... or Jess?”
What did it matter?
“Tom... Sir,” said Julia.
“Yes... again I might have guessed,” said Havers. “That young man is reputed to have the biggest cock in the whole village. Would you agree?”
“It... it’s n-not for me to s-say... Sir”
Ssllaaappppp! Havers’ palm descended briskly.
“Answer my question, girl!”
“Yes... yes... I agree...” said Julia.
“Uh-hu... so... if you agree, young lady, that means you must have something to compare it by. Or some things. Right?”
“Y-Yes... Sir...”
“How many?”
What did it matter? But Julia paused a little too long before replying. Ssllaaappppp!
“Five... five... Sir!” gasped out Julia.
“Indeed! A very naughty young lady! And Tom’s was the biggest?”
“Yes... Sir...”
“And you enjoyed it the most?”
“Y-Yes... Sir...”
“Naturally!” Haver’s fingers delved and toyed again. “Makes this twitch every time you think about it, eh?”
“Y-Yes, Sir...” The humiliation of this ridiculous ‘game’ was borne in upon Julia. But she had to continue to play it, just as she had played ‘High Society’.
“Perhaps just thinking about it has made you a little hot?”
“I... I don’t know, Sir...”
“Open your thighs wider, girl.
”Julia did so. The sex lips were parted by a finger.
“Oh yes... I think you do...”
“I... th-think... maybe... yes, Sir...”
“Uh-hhuu... like a fuck now then, eh?”
“Oh... Sir!” Under the circumstances - since she felt sick to the depths of her soul - Julia was playing her part remarkably well.
“Remember what I said, Julia... about playing your cards right?”
“Yes, Sir...”
“Well then?”
“I... I would like a f-fuck... Sir...”
Havers caressed the soft, warm bottom... and ran his fingers repeatedly into the cleft. “There’s a sensible girl,” he said. “I think you and me are going to get along just fine. Like it now then?”
“Y-Yes... Sir...”
“Just where you are? Over the table?”
“Yes, Sir...”
“Like it from behind, do you?” Havers had removed his lower garments. His organ, which had been severely restrained for the last few minutes, came thrusting out.
“Yes, Sir...”
“Had it like that from Tom, did you?”
“S-Sometimes... Sir...”
The hard knob slid up and down between complaisant sex lips. They were soft and warm but not yet wet.
“That nice?”
“Yes... Sir...” Havers grinned lustfully. It was like having a living doll to play with!He gently pushed in his knob and took hold of Julia’s smooth f lanks.
“Ask for it,” he said thickly.
“Sir?”
“Don’t be coy, Julia. Ask for it...”
“Fuck me, Sir... p-please... fuck me...”
“Say... stick your cock up me...”
“S-Stick your c-cock up me... Sir... please... Sir...”
Havers grinned again. Then he thrust fully in... grunting his satisfaction... feeling Julia squirm beneath him... hearing her shuddering gasp.
“Nice?”
“Mmff... aaahhh... y-yes... Sir...” Havers withdrew once. Slowly. Then he thrust in again. Fast. Again Julia squirmed. Deliciously. Oh what a succulent bit of womanhood this was!
“Nicer?”
“Yes... ahh... yes... Sir...”
“Say... your cock feels lovely up me, Sir. ”
“Your... your cock... feels... l-lovely... up m-me... Sir...” Another even more lascivious grin from Havers. This was the greatest fun! Slowly out... fast in!Slowly out... fast in!
“Say... fuck me harder. ”
“Fuck me... hhaa... h-harder... p-please, Sir...” Julia’s soft, warm bottom under his belly... his root fully embedded, savouring the succulence.
“You’ll know what to say next time, won’t you Julia? The sort of thing. Without my telling you.”
“Yes... Sir... oh yes, Sir!” But, of course, Julia was aware of what was required of her. Complete verbal submission, as well as physical, to this pig of a man!
“Fuck me harder again, Sir... please Sir... I l-love your cock up me... I love it, Sir!”
Julia wriggled and undulated her hindquarters seductively. Coarse features beginning to suffuse with his lust, Havers gave her about a dozen, thumping solidly hard, pounding his belly to the juddering buttocks. Despite the delights, he felt amazingly in control of himself. The fact that Melissa earlier had ‘taken the edge of his appetite’, as it were, had a lot to do with it. He felt he could fuck for a long time and, settling down, composed his mind and body so as to enjoy it to the full.
A dozen or so more solid thumps. But faster. Then Havers slowed right down again and, for a couple of minutes or more, slid in and out at a relaxed, easy pace. Julia felt superb! Meltingly warm... A slim, lightly-gripping tube of liquid-satin... Her haunches acted and re-acted in full co-operation with those of Havers... She was unrestrained - almost abandoned - in her sexuality... Needless to say, this sort of abandonment had not come easily at first to Julia. Only over a period of time, and after numerous failures, was she able to work herself up into the right psychological and physical state... so that she could give herself to the limit, no matter how much she basically loathed having to do it. She found it helped to shut off her mind from who was actually ravaging her... and to imagine it was someone entirely different. A former lover most likely. But anybody but the actual pig it was.
This is Simon Drew, she told herself, as Havers began to work up the pace again. She had adored Simon, who had been one of her lovers when she had been Quentin’s Mistress. Yes... one of the reasons why she had been sent to the ‘Paradise’! She felt the hard organ pounding and pounding into her... This is Simon... Simon... The sheer a****lity of it was beginning to rouse her... Oh Simon... Simon!
“Fuck... hhaahhh... fuck me... hhaahhh... harder, Sir...” But Havers slowed again, falling into an easy-going pace.
“You going to come, girl?” The voice in her ear. Havers was panting a little.
“Yes... ahh... yes... Sir... s-soon... Sir!”
It was true. Julia knew she was being brought slowly and surely to orgasm. It was what the brute wanted. What he would enjoy so much. And, much as Julia knew she would hate herself, she also knew she would not be able to stop herself. It had happened over and over again. With Ahmed, with Jason, then Quentin, and now with Havers...
“Ohh... oohh... ooohhh...” whimpered Julia. She had begun to squirm co-operatively not because she had to, but because she simply couldn’t help herself!
“Faster... Sir... faster!” Havers raised himself up and slapped Julia’s right buttock cheek.
“Don’t give me orders...” he said. Then he sank back again and continued the same slowly rhythmic pace.
“You will tell me when you start to come...”
“Yes... hhhaaahhhh... yes... S-Sir!”
“You’re... a good... fuck, girl... I’ll say that for you. ”
“Ahh... hhhaaa... th-thank you, Sir!” Julia was fast losing control. She could no longer wait for Havers easy-going inward thrusts... but kept jerking herself back so as to take him in all the more quickly. Havers was grinning with bestial delight. It was one of the most supreme sexual experiences of his life to date. He knew he had got this lovely young girl going! Now she was to her own lust!
“Alright... you randy bitch... let go!” Havers, gripping the wriggling flanks even more tightly, increased the pace again, ramming brutally. Instantly, Julia was gone completely.
“I... I’m c-coming... nooo... oowwwww!” she cried. Then, gasping squealing, she threshed and writhed over the table, as she climaxed fiercely. With teeth clenched, Havers maintained his fast rhythm, until the spasm was over. Only then did he slow again. He still felt completely in command of himself. He listened to Julia panting and moaning, head turned to one side on the rough table top, eyes closed, mouth a little open. He felt a wonderful sense of power. He, Havers, who could once only get scrubbers and tarts, had conquered this society beauty utterly!

For five or so minutes, Havers continued at the same easy pace. Never had he felt so strong before; so in command. He was able to appreciate to the full how squelchily delicious Julia had become. What a beauty the girl was! What a lovely, fuckable beauty!
“Liking it?” The reply was a groan... but it was a groan of acquiescence. For Julia was still thinking of Simon. A Simon who had reduced her to a jelly of sexual responsiveness.
“Liking it?”
“Ugh... ah... yes... Sir... y-yes... sss...” Havers felt Julia begin to quiver and palpitate again... and he knew a second arousal was beginning. Once again his face became a bestial mask of lust. He was the conqueror! The helot taking the citadel!
“Liking it?”
“Oh... ahh... oh... yes... yes... S-Sir... it’s so... l-lovely. . . ”
“Like my prick?” Havers had begun to move faster. Powerful as he felt, he knew there must be limits. Perhaps they were being approached faster than he reckoned. He tried to get a grip of his surging lust but found it difficult.
“Yes... yes... l-love it...”
“Going to come again?”
“Ahh... ohh... yes... Sir... yes... ahhhh... yes... sss...”Havers began to work himself faster and faster. And, as he did so, Julia began to wriggle faster and faster. It was a most exquisite sensation. One beyond all bearing for any length of time!
“You... you beauty... you... hhhaaahhhh... you lovely little beauty...”
“Hhhaaa... hhhh... oohh... aaahhhhh!”
“Come a-again... th-then... come...”
“Yes... sss... AAAAHHHHH... YE... EEEESSSSSS!” Havers felt the threshing frenzy of female flesh beneath him. Knew Julia was climaxing again. Knew that now he had quite lost control... He thumped and thumped and thumped and thumped... in a f inal furious paroxysm of unbridled lust... Then he was shooting... And shooting... and shooting... and shooting... Gasping... grunting... groaning ... Whilst Julia was whimpering beneath him... He had conquered for a second time! And, this time, he had tasted the full fruits of victory!