The Education of Victoria

by Meadows, Angela

  ‘But why, Madame?’ Olivia asked.

  ‘Because, handing over control takes all responsibility away from the victim. If you know what their desires are you can withhold them and dole them out a little at a time whenever you wish. The victim is kept in a state of anticipation and will thank you for any attention you give. Now I know that George here has a preference for other men. His cock has never experienced the interior of a woman’s fanny. Tonight we shall indulge him.’

  She clapped her hands and from the shadows in the recesses of the cellar a man stepped forward. It was Mario, one of the Venus School for Young Ladies team of male workers. He was naked and carried his erect penis like a lance in front of him. He walked right up to the back of the kneeling and restrained boy. Madame held out an open jar to him. He dipped his fingers in and they came out dripping a greasy semi-liquid substance that he smeared on his penis. He knelt behind George and held the tip of his penis against George’s arsehole. He thrust. Half his cock disappeared into George’s rectum. George let out a grunt. Another thrust and Mario was in to the hilt.

  ‘There,’ said Madame clapping her hands with glee, ‘as you can see George is used to being sodomized. His arse welcomes cocks. But being restrained he did not know by whom or when or how he would be penetrated. Now, Mario, complete your business.’ Mario needed no second bidding. He gripped the boy’s hips and began to rock back and forth, his cock alternately appearing and disappearing into the tight hole. After several strokes he froze and his own buttocks and thighs quivered. He pulled back and his flaccid penis emerged dripping semen. A trickle of fluid ran out of George’s arse around his stretched cock and dripped onto the floor.

  ‘Thank you, Mario, you may leave us now.’ Mario bowed and withdrew into the shadows.

  ‘Now it could be that your future partner is one such as George,’ Madame continued in lecture mode. ‘Many males grow tired of exerting authority on their families, servants and employees. Their greatest desire is to forfeit control and give themselves up to restraint and punishment and whatever humiliation you can pour down on them. If like George they have a fondness for cock then perhaps you can find boys willing to service them – don’t worry, there are many who will – or you can join in yourself.’ She stepped aside to a wooden chest and took out a leather-covered box. She opened it to reveal a double-ended dildo in black smooth leather. She held it up for all of us to examine.

  ‘Some of you may have seen an implement like this before.’ Natalie and I exchanged a wink, while some of the other girls looked confused. Madame Hulot crouched with her legs wide and inserted one end of the dildo into her fanny. She let out a sigh as she pushed in as far as it could go. She fastened the straps tightly around her waist. When she stood up straight she had a large cock bending upwards from her crotch. She knelt behind George and like Mario pushed the dildo slowly, steadily, smoothly into his arse.

  ‘Now not being a weak male, likely to spurt after but a few strokes,’ she went on, ‘I can fuck George’s arse for as long as I have the energy and the desire to do so. He has no say in the matter. I can keep him here all night, or for days, whatever is my whim. I can withdraw, leave him for a time, come back when he least expects it and thrust the cock up his backside.’ She did a few token strokes to demonstrate. The immovable subject of her attentions grunted with each thrust. She stopped and withdrew.

  ‘But tonight it is your turn.’ She began unbuckling the straps. ‘Olivia, you can give it a go.’

  Over the next hour or so we each took our turn fitting the double dildo and thrusting it into the poor boy’s rear. When it was my turn I was surprised by the resistance that George’s back passage offered. It required a lot of force to invade his hole and push the dildo in to its full extent. When he had been buggered by every one of us he looked exhausted and barely made any sound.

  ‘Don’t you think he has had enough, Madame?’ Natalie asked.

  ‘Perhaps he has, but don’t worry. When he is released he will thank me for all that we have done and he will return to us the next time he wants to give up his male responsibilities. But for now we will just leave him where he is.’ Madame escorted us away, back to the cellar stairs.

  ‘Of course this is only one side. I have suggested that your partners may like to delegate their authority to you. But what if they want to be masterful? Perhaps they do not have the authority that they wish for in their daily lives. They can play out their fantasies on you. Tomorrow night one of you will be the subject.’ She turned and left us looking at each other wide-eyed.

  The following evening I sat on my bed, dressed in my black uniform, but unmoving. I knew the time was going on but I couldn’t bring myself to step outside the room. There was a knock on the door and Natalie entered.

  ‘Come on, Victoria, it’s time.’

  ‘I don’t want to go, Natalie.’

  ‘But you must. Madame will be furious if you miss a lesson.’

  ‘I know but I don’t want to be locked to that frame.’ Natalie sat by my side.

  ‘I didn’t want to at first, Victoria, but I’ve been wondering what it would be like to give up all responsibility for my body; to have things done to me that I have no control over; to be exposed to the eyes of people that I do not know; to have cocks and dildos enter me without me deciding whether to allow them entry.’

  ‘And your decision?’

  ‘I surprised myself, Victoria. I want to find out. Come on.’ She stood and pulled me to my feet. She dragged me to the door, down the corridor, down the flight of stairs and then down the steep stone steps into the crypt. The other four girls were already being addressed by Madame Hulot. She looked at us and frowned.

  ‘So who is going on the frame?’ Natalie’s hand shot up. ‘Ah, Natalie. Good. Prepare her girls.’

  I stood back while the other girls stripped Natalie naked and carried her to the frame that sat on the floor, illuminated by candles and oil lamps. Natalie was made to kneel and the clamps and chains were placed around her neck, wrists and ankles. The muzzle was fastened around her head and her jaws were forced wide apart. She looked like the sphinx in that position and I was drawn to the beauty of the smooth white skin of her back and bottom.

  ‘Of course unlike George, Natalie does not have a cock and balls for us to abuse,’ Madame said, ‘but I do have these.’ She held up a number of sprung clips such as are used to hold documents together. She knelt and reached underneath the frame to grab hold of one of Natalie’s nipples. With difficulty she squeezed one of the clips and placed its open jaws around the nipple and released it. It snapped shut and Natalie let out a high-pitched grunt. Then Madame pulled on the cord attached to the clip, stretching her small breast into a cone. She tied the cord to the steel frame and repeated the action on the second nipple. Now Madame moved to Natalie’s rear. Her legs were splayed wide, revealing her sex. Madame took hold of her left labia between her finger and thumb and snapped a clip on, then pulled the cord so that Natalie’s lips were dragged open and again tied the cord to the frame. She did the same on the right side so that Natalie’s gaping cunt was revealed to all. Natalie seemed to be moaning but nothing intelligible could emerge from her open mouth.

  ‘Now we’ll leave her to settle down for a few moments,’ Madame Hulot said. ‘Of course this frame is just one way of restraining your subject. Ropes, leather cuffs and straps, steel manacles, they all are of use. You may attach your victim to a fixed point such as a ring in the floor or merely render them immovable and exposed. Your imagination is your only limit. Finding a new and different way to restrain your partner or to expose them in a humiliating fashion is one way of keeping the tension, maintaining their interest. Believe me, with some willing subjects, finding something new and different can be a chore. Over the next few months you will experience many different forms of bondage, abuse, humiliation and degradation, so that when you leave this school you will know precisely what liberties you will allow your future spouses to take and what degree of control you w
ish to exert or relinquish. It is up to you to learn. Now let us see to Natalie.’

  She clapped her hands and this time three naked men appeared, all of them unknown to me and the other girls. Their ages seemed to vary from mid twenties to late forties and their heights and build varied similarly. One thing they had in common was firm erections.

  ‘These are three of our kind neighbours,’ said Madame introducing the three men. ‘They are of course delighted to assist with our lessons.’

  One man knelt in front of Natalie’s muzzled head. He inserted his penis into her open mouth and wedged his knob between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The second gentleman went behind her, knelt and thrust his cock into her open fanny. In one drive he was in so deep that his balls rattled against her pubic bone. At the same moment the first man thrust his penis down Natalie’s throat. I winced because I knew that Natalie always gagged when she took a man deep in her mouth. Both men thrust in and out together and quickly came to their climax. They withdrew leaving Natalie coughing and dripping semen from her mouth and fanny. Now the third man stood behind her. He smeared some of the goo proffered by Madame Hulot on his cock and presented it to Natalie’s arse. He pushed and the tip forced an entry into the tight puckered sphincter. Natalie groaned. He pushed again and the whole head slipped inside. Natalie cried out. He pushed once more and his shaft slid from view. Natalie let out a cry from her throat such as I had never heard before. The man belaboured her arse until he too came and, withdrawing, left a trail of fluid trickling down Natalie’s thigh.

  ‘Don’t you think that she has had enough?’ I appealed to Madame.

  ‘Perhaps she has,’ Madame glared at me, ‘but the point about this game is that it is not up to her, it is my decision when and if to release her.’ She turned away from me and looked at the other girls. Her eyes fixed on one.

  ‘Bertha, put on the double dildo.’ The big girl jumped to her task eagerly. Soon she was equipped with a massive cock. ‘You may choose for yourself which orifice to fill.’

  Having seen the enthusiasm with which Bertha had approached the art of discipline I was not surprised to see her position herself to thrust into Natalie’s poor abused rear. I think my dear friend swooned before Bertha finally reached her own orgasm and fell back. The black phallus slid out of Natalie’s arse and Bertha lay on the earth floor with the cock erect.

  At that point Madame relented and Natalie was released from her bonds. I carried her to her room and sent her room-mate to sleep with Lydia in my room.

  I bathed Natalie’s swollen fanny and arse and rubbed soothing ointment into the marks made by the clamps on her neck, wrists, ankles and nipples. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

  ‘Thank you, my friend.’ She slept while I stayed by her side.

  Some hours later while it was still dark she awoke.

  ‘Are you well?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes. A little sore, but yes, I am fine.’

  ‘I thought Bertha was going to rip you in two,’ I said.

  ‘She is certainly vicious,’ Natalie agreed.

  ‘So are you still attracted to the idea of bondage and forced intercourse?’ I asked, expecting Natalie to reply in the negative. She surprised me.

  ‘Madame is right, you know. When you are restrained you become detached. My mind seemed to leave my body and I watched while those three men and Bertha used it for their own satisfaction. I had no part to play other than provide the flesh and the holes for them to fill. I have long felt the desire to have intercourse with men of whom I knew nothing and I have wondered what it would feel like to have a cock thrust up my arse. I would never have had the courage to seek out those fantasies but Madame fulfilled them for me tonight. Yes it was painful and uncomfortable, but the feeling of being a machine solely used for the pleasure of others was tremendous.’

  ‘You amaze me, Natalie.’

  ‘I amaze myself, Victoria. Your giggly little friend enjoying being the willing victim of wild, violent pleasure seekers. Perhaps I won’t do it again in a hurry, but some time in the future I will willingly partake in the games again. But now, Victoria, please love me.’

  Her hands sought my breasts and caressed my nipples, and her lips found mine. Her tongue and mine intertwined. My hands slid down her smooth back to her small round buttocks. She slid down me, her tongue making patterns around my breasts and navel until it reached my crotch. She licked at my quim, exciting such passion within me that I clamped my thighs around her head, holding her while her tongue worked deeper into me. I came with a shuddering suddenness and, flinging the bedclothes off us, leapt astride Natalie and buried my head in her fanny, my nipples rubbing against her stomach. I sucked and chewed at her lips and clitoris and in a short time she too reached her orgasm.

  I lay back beside her.

  ‘There. That was satisfying,’ she whispered and hugged me tight.

  Chapter 17

  Victoria’s Christmas Dilemma

  As the train carried me towards England for the Christmas vacation, I dozed and daydreamed about the term that had passed at the Venus School for Young Ladies. I felt tired and a bit stiff, my nipples, fanny and rear were a little sore and the marks of my most recent beating were still fading from my buttocks and yet I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. Madame Hulot had ensured we experienced as many forms of discipline, restraint and humiliation as she could possibly arrange within the confines of the school and had worked us hard while ensuring that we came to no lasting harm. At first I had been a reluctant participant and was not convinced that pain and discomfort added to my enjoyment of sexual pleasures. On the other hand my friend Natalie had delighted in being bound and restrained, while Bertha had proved to be an enthusiastic and skilful mistress of the whip. Gradually I came to understand the attraction of these unusual pastimes. The ability to hand over responsibility for one’s own body to another and the freedom that gave to respond to every stimulus in an abandoned fashion became attractive. Of course the other point of our training was that we could also become the mistresses and apply the punishments and abuse to those who placed their trust in us. My thoughts lingered on my last lesson.

  * * *

  We were down in the crypt beneath the school. I was taken and stripped of the few clothes that I was wearing. A mask was placed over my head that prevented me from seeing and also covered my ears so that conversation was muffled. A hard leather bit was placed in my mouth and fastened behind my head so that I could make no complaints. Then leather cuffs were placed around my wrists and joined to a short steel bar that was in turn connected to a steel collar fixed around my neck. My hands and arms were thus rendered immobile and held against my breasts. A chain fixed to a ring in the floor was linked to my collar. The chain was only two or three feet long so while I could kneel I could not rise to my feet. Having been placed in this position I was left. I do not know how much time passed and I strained to hear any sound but the padding in the mask kept me isolated from my surroundings. For all I knew my classmates and Madame Hulot may have been standing close by the whole time and laughing at my predicament.

  After an indeterminate time I received a blow to my left buttock. It was such as surprise that I toppled over from my kneeling position and my neck received a painful yank from the chain. The blow left a burning streak and I guessed it had been made by a cane. Another blow caught me on my right side this time and I deduced from the curving stream of fire that it was caused by a whiplash. I tried to cry out but the gag prevented anything more than a gurgle escaping from me. Now the strokes came fast, first to one side and then the other. Tears moistened the mask covering my eyes and saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth. I tried to wriggle and escape but the short chain, my bound hands and my inability to see or hear where my attackers were meant that I was unsuccessful. However I moved, the cane and the whip found my flesh.

  At length the beating stopped. Hands lifted me and placed me astride a man. He held my shoulders in his strong hands, preventing
me from resting on him. Other hands spread my thighs and lifted my hips and then lowered me onto his erect penis. My fanny slid down his manhood almost as if I was being pierced by a spear. With his whole shaft inside me I could feel his testicles in my groin. He shifted his grip, throwing his arms around me and holding me tight against his chest with my arms and the steel bar crushing my breasts. He bucked a few times and his moving cock stirred my emotions.

  And then he paused, holding me motionless. I felt hands parting my buttocks and something pressing against my anus. It was soft with a hard core. I realised it was a second penis trying to achieve entry. Its owner pushed and I felt my arse being forced open and what felt like a huge log driven into me. The second man continued to push until he had buried his full length in my rectum. I could feel both cocks in their respective channels almost touching each other. Now the man under me began to buck in earnest and my rear assailant pulled out and pushed in repeatedly. Nailed by the two cocks I could not move and had to just ride out the pummelling they each gave me. Regardless of the fact that I was playing no part in the intercourse and was merely a receptacle for the two instruments of pleasure, an orgasm began inside me sending my heart into palpitations, my brain swimming and my limbs trembling. It reached a climax as both men ejaculated. Through my deadened hearing I heard them both emit cries of delight. One pulled out of my arse like a cork from a bottle and the other pushed me off him once his flaccid prick had slid out of my fanny. I rolled across the dusty floor until the chain at my neck checked my motion. I remained there for some time until Madame Hulot returned and released me. Somewhat painfully I returned to my room and examined my body in a full length mirror. My buttocks and thighs were covered with red stripes and my crotch was a sticky, gritty mess of dust and semen.