The Education of Victoria (17 page)

Trying hard not to touch Natalie’s abused rear, I half carried, half supported her up the stairs to her bedroom. I laid her on the bed and hurried to the bathroom to get cool wet cloths to sooth her wounds.

‘I’m sorry, my love,’ I sobbed as I dabbed at each red mark, vainly trying to cool the heat.

‘Do not worry,
ma chérie
. Just make love to me.’

‘What?’

‘You heard what Madame said. Pleasure should follow the pain.’

I realised what I should do. Natalie was lying face down on the bed. I pushed pillows under her stomach to raise her bottom and gently parted her legs. Her sex was already swollen and a vivid red. I lay down between her thighs and reached out with my tongue. I touched her lips and she shivered. I wriggled forward a few inches so that my hair was brushing the skin of her inner thighs and pushed my tongue between her lips. Honey was oozing from her crack. A bit further and my tongue found her hole. I licked her out, savouring her special taste, then ran my tongue up to her arsehole. I licked around the puckered orifice and then ran my tongue down until I found her little hard knob. My nose rubbed her crack while I nipped and chewed at her clit with my tongue and lips. She shuddered and moaned, ‘That’s nice.’

I repeated the motion – up to and around her arsehole, down and deep into her cunt then rub her clitoris. She started to buck so I put my arms around the knees and held her firmly. I continued to stimulate her and found myself becoming excited too. At last she gave a huge groan and a great convulsion passed through her body after which she appeared to sag into the bed. I released her legs and moved to lie by her side. She lay across me and kissed me on the cheek.

‘Thank you, Victoria,’ she whispered, ‘that really was the best remedy for the pain.’ She dozed off to sleep with her head on my breast.

Over the next few days the marks of Natalie’s beating slowly faded and the rest of us acquired our own trophies which we compared with each other. I had drawn Bertha to administer my beating. During the previous year Bertha had been quiet and a somewhat reluctant lover. She did not seem to care much for oral and manual stimulation of the males nor for intercourse. It became clear that discipline was to be her forte. She showed skill in wielding each of the instruments of punishment and laid into me with gusto. Madame Hulot showed her satisfaction by clapping and shouting ‘bravo’ with every well-placed blow on my behind. When my ordeal was over, Natalie helped me return to my bedroom and did for me as I had done for her. As we lay together, my backside still tingling and my fanny throbbing, Natalie looked into my eyes and said, ‘Do you think Madame is correct and that men and women like to be beaten before making love?’

‘I am sure she is correct,’ I replied, ‘look at Ludwig. Swinging a whip also seems to get Bertha more excited than anything else we have done.’

‘I don’t think it is for me, although I will admit that the pain of the lash does increase my desire for pleasurable stimulation.’

‘It is the same for me, my dear. I have no wish to inflict pain on my lover, but if it is what they wish or if it is their desire to beat me then who knows. Love and lust can change one’s deepest convictions.’

‘You are correct as always, Victoria. No doubt Madame Hulot has more revelations for us.’ We reflected that discipline was just the first of her dark arts. We trembled as we held each other tight and wondered what future lessons in the crypt she would have in store for us.

Chapter 16
Victoria Learns Restraint

I was doing up the hooks and eyes of my black silk basque when my room-mate Lydia ran in.

‘Oh dear, what’s the time?’ she asked pulling her dress over her head.

‘I’m not sure,’ I replied, ‘but I imagine you are late for your evening lesson with Madame Thackeray. She won’t like it if you are not punctual.’ She shrugged, took her slip off and stood there in front of me naked. I was still surprised by her hairless body. She meticulously plucked out every hair that appeared in her mound and elsewhere. With her small stature and pimples for breasts she looked about twelve years of age, but acted fourteen and was supposed to be over sixteen. She started to pull on her white corset and I helped lace her up.

‘What’s all the fuss?’ she rattled on. ‘We’re only handling cocks again. I did all that with my twin brother. He showed me just how he liked his balls tickled and his foreskin pulled back and forth until he spurted. I must admit Hermann is a bit broader than my brother. And that Albert! He’s a lot to handle.’ I smiled, remembering Albert’s massive member, and regretted that it had been some time since we had had pleasure together. She grunted as I pulled her tight. Her waist was tiny.

‘I think these uniforms are stupid. Might as well wear nothing at all,’ she went on, tugging at the bottom of the corset. ‘Why do you wear black? You wore red outfits at the start of the term.’

‘We’ve moved on to the next stage,’ I replied cagily. ‘You’ll find out next year.’

‘And what are those marks on your bottom? Have you been beaten? Has Madame Thackeray punished you for something?’

‘She’ll be punishing you if you don’t get downstairs now. Off you go,’ I gave her a helpful shove towards the door. She grabbed her white stockings and slippers and ran out. I shook my head and followed her more slowly and, I have to admit, rather more reluctantly.

I met my other five companions at the bottom of the cellar stairs. We huddled together sheepishly as we feared what Madame Hulot had in store for us this evening.

‘Come on, girls, do not wait around,’ Madame appeared out of the shadows in her fierce black leather outfit, carrying a crop. ‘We have a lot to do.’

She led us to the central space in the crypt. The chains on the pillars hung down unused but on the beaten earth floor there was a naked young man. He was kneeling over a steel box-like frame with his neck held in a clamp and his wrists bound by steel rings at one end. Rings around his thighs just above his knees held him to the other end of the open box frame. His ankles were also locked in steel rings and held apart by a steel bar. It was obvious that he could not move a limb but that was not the end of his discomfort. A small steel ring was fixed around the rim of his knob at the end of his cock. This was fastened to a chain which connected to the bar separating his feet. The chain stretched his penis beyond its normal length and made his glans look like a dark red plum about to be plucked from the branch. Two wooden battens about two inches square and two feet long rested against the back of his thighs and clamped his scrotum. His testicles were stretched and squeezed into a shiny taut ball. I could not imagine how much this pained him because he was prevented from making any sound other than a grunt by a muzzle of steel and leather that forced his mouth open.

‘Take a good look, girls,’ Madame Hulot said cheerfully standing at her captive’s head. ‘This is George, a young man from the village. He is demonstrating an extreme form of the art of restraint. You see that he is unable to move arms, legs or head. What is more, his manhood is stretched and squeezed into an unnatural conformation. His two orifices are open and available.’ She walked around to his rear end and gave his buttock a sharp blow with her crop. A livid red mark appeared but he did not, could not, move, and the smallest whimper emerged from his gagged jaws.

‘Restraint is all about control. Losing it that is. George has given up all control of his body to his mistress, that is me. Or it could be you.’ She pointed her crop to each of us in turn. She bent down and took the glistening sphere of his balls in her gloved hand. I watched and grimaced as she visibly squeezed, twisted and pulled. A cry emerged from George’s throat.

‘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 wish 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.