This adventure is set in England around 1750, when the Hellfire Clubs were the rage. Sexual escapades were the norm with these groups. Hope you enjoy this tale, as I've taken a bit of a break from some of my other stories. Sometimes you just have to play in other genres!

Wordwytch




It started out as such a lark. Hide and seek in Lord Sheridan's labyrinth garden. Little did Gwen know what to expect when she was found. Crouching in the semi-dark, her long skirts gathered around her she hid under the yew tree. She heard the sound of voices and squeals as various people were found. She never heard the quiet footsteps approach from behind.

Hard hands grabbed her and a rough leather blindfold covered her eyes.

"Hey! That's not fair!" she cried out.

"No, and it never will be again," said a rough voice.

The tone scared Gwen and she offered no resistance as she was pulled along the path. Hard hands gripped her arms. When they came to a building, she had no idea where she was, but could hear the difference in the footsteps as they proceeded across the hard floor.

"We've a new tart to play with M'lord," said the rough voice.

"Good. Tie her to the boards," said a softer male voice. This left Gwen constrained by her hands with her feet just touching the ground. If she tried to move too fast, it felt as if she was swinging. Gwen thought she recognized the voice as Lord Sheridan's oldest son.

"Thomas? Is that you?" she asked. Her reward was a slap across her mouth and a gag. She tried to cry out, but to no avail.

"This one's feisty. Will there be trouble when we're done?" asked Rough Voice.

"No. We'll make certain of that," said Soft Voice. He smiled as he looked at Gwen. She'd always been so 'proper' and now he was about to turn her into a whore. His whore. Walking up to Gwen, he checked to make sure the cuffs were snug. Then he ran his hands down her body and squeezed her breasts.

"Ommph!" Gwen tried to cry out. The gag kept her from making too much noise.

"Shush my pretty. Otherwise we will gag you tighter," whispered Soft Voice.

Gwen shuddered. She was clueless as to what was going on. Nineteen and a virgin. Soft Voice was the first man to ever touch her other than during a dance.

Soft Voice smiled. He picked up a knife from the desk and began to cut Gwen's clothes apart. The heavy skirt first followed by the boned bodice. The sleeves fell with the bodice, leaving the tight corset, underclothes, stockings and shoes. Gwen tried to struggle and found it nearly impossible. When she struggled too much, she found a knife point at her throat. Goosebumps covered her pale skin.

Rough Voice took over as Soft Voice watched. He took the knife and cut the lacings of the corset. It fell with a weighty thud. As he took Gwen's dainty slippers off her feet, he nibbled her toes. Gwen tried to pull away and Rough Voice slapped her leg. She stopped in shock. Then Rough Voice cut away her billowy knickers and camisole. Gwen was naked except for her stockings.

"Oh, what a beauty," said Soft Voice. "A perfect choice."

"Thought so," said Rough Voice.

"Are you a virgin?" Soft Voice asked Gwen.

She nodded, dying of embarrassment at being naked in front of the men. Her anguish increased as she felt the men touch her. Hands caressed her breasts, thighs and womanly parts. As she struggled and cried out, she was slapped. She gasped behind the gag.

Soft Voice watched as his partner stroked, pinched, slapped and touched Gwen. He could smell her excitement and see the first beads of moisture begin to pearl between her thighs. He walked up to her and with one hand began to stroke her breasts. As her nipples began to tighten, he pinched them lightly. She arched in response to his touch.

"If you promise not to scream, we will ungag you," he whispered.

Gwen nodded, desperate to have the horrid wad of cloth out of her mouth. Hands touched her face and she was relieved of her gag.

"What...what are you doing to me?" she gasped.

"We are going to play with you until we are tired. Then we will do it again and again. If you please us, we may keep you. If not, I'll dump you out on the moors," said Soft Voice. Then, before she could say a word, he kissed her mouth hard. His tongue drove into her mouth. She tried to pull back and he grabbed her nipple and pinched hard. Gwen gasped and stopped struggling. Soft Voice continued to kiss her as his hand played with her breast.

From behind, Rough Voice began to nibble and kiss Gwen's back. His hands worked down to Gwen's ass about the same time that Soft Voice had both breasts in his hands. Gwen didn't know what to do and if she struggled too much, she was rewarded with stinging slaps to her ass or breasts.

"She marks up real nice," said Rough Voice after he'd spanked her a number of times.

Soft Voice let go of her breasts to walk around and examine Gwen's spanked ass. "Yes, she does. Very nice. Crop her," he said and walked back to the front of Gwen. As Gwen began to scream as the riding crop was whipped across her ass, Soft Voice kissed her and held her by her breasts.

Gwen cried and gasped as the pain washed over her. She counted ten hits with the crop before it stopped.

"Enough," said Soft Voice. "I don't want to break our toy." With that, he moved his hands down to Gwen's womanly parts and touched her there. She was damp, but not as damp as he'd like. With one quick movement, he had his hand between her legs and deep in her cleft.

"Oh!" gasped Gwen. She'd never had anyone touch her there besides herself. The fingers were rough and uncomfortable at first. Then the hand touched something and her skin was on fire with an ache she'd never felt before. A few more strokes of the fingers and she trembled with a feeling of tension and then pleasure.

"Now that's better," said Soft Voice. "You like that?"

"Yyes," said Gwen. "What was that?"

"I made you come. Orgasm. Squirt," said Soft Voice. "By the time we finish you'll beg us to let you come. And we will make you come until you can't walk, breath or move."

From behind, Rough Voice thrust his fingers deep into Gwen's cleft. She was soaking wet from Soft Voice' attentions. He could feel the resistance of her virginity and pushed harder. He couldn't break it, but he wasn't worried. They'd do that soon enough. He pushed his fingers in and out until she began to writhe and buck. In front, Soft Voice fingered her button and made her come again and again until she was panting.

"Think she's ready?" asked Rough Voice.

"Yes. Untie her and bring her over to the bed," said Soft Voice.

Gwen felt herself released from the board, but before she could run, Rough voice grabbed her by the hair and moved her across the room to a bed. He tossed her on the bed like a ragdoll. Gwen tried to move on the bed and found herself pinned. It was Soft Voice and he was nude. She could feel his skin touch hers and she panicked.

"Please, please let me go. I'll not tell," she said.

"No, we plan to have our fun. We'll decide when you get to leave," said Soft Voice. He knelt between her legs and thrust them apart. His cock was hard and he placed the head against the opening of her cleft. Slowly, he pushed himself in until he felt her virginity. Then he backed out. He thrust shallowly for a few times and then as he felt wet enough, he thrust hard and took her virginity.

"Oh! Ow!" cried Gwen. She felt weight on her body as Soft Voice took her. Then she felt him stiffen and moan as he came. His seed poured into her body. Then he was gone.

"That was a nice ride," said Soft Voice. "Your turn."

Rough voice flipped Gwen over and pulled her to her knees. Before she could understand what was happening, he thrust his cock in hard where Soft Voice had been a moment before. It hurt, but not as bad as before. Holding her by the hips, he thrust in an urgency followed by his seed filling Gwen as well. As he withdrew and Gwen slumped to the bed, he reached between her legs and stroked Gwen's button with juice covered fingers. She felt that heat roar through her body and in a moment she was twitching with pleasure.

Gwen had barely recovered when her head was raised and a cock shoved into her mouth.

"Suck on it. You bite and I will slap you so hard, you might not wake up," said Soft Voice.

She nodded and tried to do as they wanted. The cock felt too big for her mouth and she gagged when it hit the back of her throat. After a few minutes, she felt it become harder and harder. Then Soft Voice came in her mouth, filling it with his seed. When she tried to pull back and spit it out, he held her head and made her swallow.

Gwen gagged and nearly threw up. After she'd caught her breath, Rough Voice pulled her to his cock for the same use. She did a little better the second time, but wasn't ready for Soft Voice to drive his cock deep inside her cleft. She tried to pull back again and was rewarded with slaps to her ass still tender from the riding crop.

The two men used Gwen roughly all night. When they finally let her sleep, they tied her hands to the bedpost and threw a heavy quilt over her.

*

Gwen woke to the heat of late afternoon pouring through the windows of the room. The blindfold was still in place and her hands tied. She tried to move and her body ached with the abuse of the night before. She had to pee and felt for the edge of the bed. If nothing else, she would pee on the floor. She'd almost reached the edge of the bed when a hand slapped her ass.

"And where do you think you're going?" said Rough Voice.

"I need a chamber pot," she gasped. "I've got to..."

"Here," he said and shoved the chamberpot under her. She peed and then started to crawl onto the bed.

"Oh no, you're getting a bath," said Rough Voice as he checked the snugness of the blindfold and then untied her hands long enough to release her from the bed. He walked her out into another room. Then he picked her up and dunked her into a horse trough.

Gwen shrieked. The water was ice cold. Then hands scrubbed her tender flesh. Rough Voice smiled as he watched the stable lads enjoy themselves. They enjoyed fingering her cleft and handling her breasts.

"M'lord, can we?" the one lad asked pointing to his cock tenting his loose trousers.

Rough Voice thought about it for a moment, smiled and nodded his head. Gwen had been making a lot of noise, but when she got too loud, the stable lads had dunked her. Rough Voice hauled her out of the water and bent her over a low rail and tied her to it. Gwen's ass was pleasantly displayed and her cleft wide open. The three stable lads took turns fucking her. Her protests were lost amongst the giggles and laughs.

When the lads were done, Rough Voice dunked her again and then wrapped her in a light blanket. Gwen's teeth chattered from her repeated dunkings in the horse trough. The blanket rubbed all the tender bits of skin. Her ass was tender and after the rough handling of the stable lads, it hurt to sit.

"Open your mouth," Rough Voice said.

Not knowing what to expect, Gwen did as she was told. Rough Voice stuffed a bite of bread into her mouth. She chewed and when she swallowed, he gave her another bit. He fed her for ten minutes. Bread, cheese and a glass of beer. Then he let her use the chamberpot again and afterwards tied her to the bed.

Gwen lay there trying not to think about what had been done to her body. Part of her was disgusted and humiliated by all of it. The other part of her enjoyed it. She should be horrified, as her mum would have insisted she be, but she wasn't. Thinking about it made her ache with desire. Gwen rubbed her legs together to help relieve the ache the stable lads had left her.

The two men watched as Gwen moved about on the bed. Rough Voice knew that the stable lads would leave her wanting more. He picked up the riding crop and walked over to the bed. He smacked it down next to her. Gwen jumped.

"So, you liked the ride the lads gave you?" he asked with a laugh.

"No! Let me go please," she said trying to re-establish the lady she'd been a day ago.

"I don't like liars," said Rough Voice.

"I'm not lying!" Gwen protested.

Rough Voice shook his head and then with a quick movement rolled Gwen onto her stomach and gave her ten strokes with the riding crop.

"Oh! Ow! Ow! Stop!" Gwen cried.

"Did you like being tupped?" he asked.

"Umm..." she started.

"Better," he said as he ran his hand between her legs. She was soaked, and not just from the cum of stable boys. Then he thrust his fingers in deep and thumbed her button at the same time. Gwen came with a gasp and a moan. She lay there panting.

Rough Voice got up from the bed and dropped his clothes. He moved between her legs and slid into her wet cunt. Grabbing her hips, he pounded and let his balls slap against her mound.

"Oh! Oh! Pppplease," she cried, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or continue. A hand raised her head and she came up on her arms to keep from falling over. A cock pressed against her lips until she opened her mouth. She started to fight it and then recognized the scent of Soft Voice. She sucked and licked his cock, letting him fuck her face as Rough Voice took her body.

When the men came, they let her rest on the bed for a few minutes. Then they took turns pinching, spanking and playing with her button until she cried out in orgasm. A cock bumped her hand and instead of flinching, she took hold of it and stroked it up and down.

"Our little Gwen is getting bold," said Soft Voice. He pulled her into his lap and guided his cock into her. "Ride me Gwen. I'm your stallion," he said. "You do know how to ride don't you?"

"Yyyes," she said. She rocked back and forth as best she could. Her button rubbed against his body, making her feel very good. He pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Before she knew it, she felt that pleasure he called coming race through her body. Seconds after she came, he did too, pumping his seed deep into her body.

Rough Voice lifted her off of the other man and filled her sopping cunt with his cock. He bent her over the table and fucked her until she was afraid she'd have splinters in her breast and face.

"Uhhh," he groaned as he came. Rough Voice pulled out, and stuck his fingers in deep. Then he played with her button and made her squirm her orgasm against the table. "I've got your measure now," he said and then dumped her on the bed.

Gwen lay there exhausted and sore. Before too long, she felt someone crawl onto the bed. Her legs were parted and a tongue licked her sore bits. It felt so good, she couldn't help but respond. Her hips arched up and pressed against the tongue to bring on that feeling of pleasure. Just when she thought she'd shatter, the tongue stopped.

"Oh," she moaned disappointedly.

"So, you like that?" Soft Voice asked.

"Yes, I want to be...be... fff..." she couldn't finish.

"Fucked. Tupped. Screwed. Mounted. Boffed. Humped," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Please?"

Soft Voice smiled and slid into her. He pulled her knees up and rested her ankles on his shoulders as he thrust in and out. He started out slow, but sped up until the sound of their bodies was a slapping rhythm. He came hard, and nearly shoved her up the wall as he orgasmed. Gwen came too, and melted when he withdrew. He retied her to the bed, threw the blanket over her and walked away.

*

"Has she been missed yet?" Rough Voice asked.

"Her mother is beginning to question where she is," said Soft Voice.

"What do you plan?" asked Rough Voice.

"To be honest, she'd be a fine whore," said Soft Voice. "A decent lady for someone too, now that she's broken in. Fit her up with the leathers, dress her and dump her in the middle of the labyrinth. We'll see what comes out.

"Fine by me. I'm nearly finished," said Rough Voice. He walked off into the stables to finish his project.



Gwen woke to the hands of Rough Voice shaking her. When she was slow to respond, he flipped her over and spanked her ass until it was red and welted. Gwen whimpered. She gasped as she felt him slide into her cleft as if it was buttered. She was soaked, and she knew it was from being spanked. Shame made her blush.

"So, you like that eh?" said Rough Voice.

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

"Louder," Rough Voice said as he slapped her ass.

"Yes!" Gwen cried out.

"Good. Much better. When we're finished, I'm going to get you ready to leave," said Rough Voice. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and came deep inside of Gwen. Then he reached his fingers between her legs and stroked her button until she screamed her own release into the bedding. He left her on the bed, their juices running down her thighs.

He was back in a few minutes and hoisted Gwen to her feet. First thing he did was walk her over to the board and tie her to it once more. She didn't struggle. Rough Voice walked off and then returned with something that smelled of leather. First thing he did was to put her chemise back on her body. He buttoned the few buttons that were left.

Gwen then felt what she thought was her corset being put on her. When Rough Voice began to cinch it tight, she realized it wasn't the same.

"What have you done?" she asked as he adjusted her breasts into the new corset.

"I've altered your corset to allow your nipples to poke through and rub on your clothing. Now your nipples will always be sensitive," he said and pulled the corset tighter. Gwen gasped as the corset cupped her body and pinched her nipples. "And this is to remind you of what you've had for the last few days," he laughed.

Gwen felt her legs parted and a stiff object thrust up into her cleft. "Oh! Ow!" she cried.

Rough Voice laughed and pulled it in and out until the juices made it slide in easier. Then he added a belt to the corset that acted like a chastity belt and held the leather cock he'd made in place. He tightened the buckles and then slipped her drawers up over the whole thing.

"Ppplease, don't do this," she gasped. The leather cock was uncomfortable and tantalizing all at once.

"I will do whatever I want," he said and walked around and spanked her soundly. "You'll wear that until we say so."

Gwen whimpered and didn't say another word as Rough Voice dressed her in her clothes she thought destroyed. Then when he was done, he walked her still blindfolded out of the building. She was lifted onto a horse which forced a gasp from her.

Rough Voice laughed. "That wee toy making your life interesting? Just wait until we've ridden a bit," he said.

Gwen shuddered and held on. She was off balance and feared falling as the horse was lead out and into a field from what she could tell.

Rough Voice lead the horses out across a country lane and into a pasture. A fair bit of time later, he stopped. He could see that Gwen was squirming with need. He smiled. He tied his horse to a branch and then led Gwen's horse into the Labyrinth and deep into the center of it. He stopped at what looked like a dead end.

"I'm going to leave you here. Count to 100 and then you can take off the blindfold. What you do after that is up to you. What you say is up to you. Choose carefully," he said and then disappeared.

"1, 2, 3," Gwen started to count. Her cleft throbbed and her body was sensitized to the point that she wanted to scream. "98, 99, 100." She took off the blindfold and blinked in the late afternoon sunlight. She stuffed the blindfold in her bodice, trying to ease the corset off of her nipples to no avail. She looked around and didn't recognize where she was. Taking the reins of the horse, she tried to remember how to get out of the labyrinth. She turned and turned until she swore she was back at the point where Rough Voice had left her.

After an hour, she had actually made some progress, but her body hungered for release. The thought though of getting out of the saddle was beyond her. She started taking nothing but left turns and occasionally called out for help.
The search party had just crested the hill when one of them thought that they heard a cry for help. The men of the party followed by Gwen's mother and sister headed for the Labyrinth built by Lord Sheridan. This was a second, bigger labyrinth than the one the party had played in a few nights before.

The riders entered, and began to head towards the cries which were now much louder. The first of the riders turned down a section of the labyrinth to find Gwen and her horse walking slowly through the high greenery. She was near collapse from exhaustion.

"My lady!" cried one of the guests. He rode up to her and grabbed the reins of the horse as more of the riders came up to her. Gwen looked out, saw her mother and cried as she held out her hands. Gwen's mother rode up to her and took her hand.

"Darling, what has happened to you?" she asked.

"I... I got lost, and..." Gwen started and then passed out. Another of the riders caught her and pulled her into his arms.

"Let us head back to the house," said the young lord as he cradled Gwen against his chest. Another rider grabbed Gwen's horse and the party followed the lord back to the estate.

Gwen came to as the horses entered the courtyard. She blinked and looked up at the rider who held her.

"Ralph! Henry! Attend!" called the lord. He didn't hand her off, but waited until the two men ran up to his horse. One took hold of the bridle. The other took Gwen from the lord.

"Where should I take her?" said Ralph.

"Up to her room. I think she was in the green suite off of the long gallery," said the lord.

Gwen passed out as she was handed to Ralph. She woke again as she was deposited on the bed she'd slept in a lifetime ago. Ralph stood next to the bed as people streamed into the room. First and foremost, Gwen's mother.

"Dearest Gwen. Are you hurt? What happened. Tell me," she asked while patting Gwen's hand and face. A servant brought a towel and basin of water that Gwen's mother proceeded to use to clean her daughter's face.

"I'm.. okay," Gwen said. "I got lost and scared. I fell off my horse and I must of hit my head, because the next thing I knew, the horse was just standing there next to me. I finally caught it and then tried to find my way out of the labyrinth," she said slowly.

"You poor dear. I'll have the servants get a bath ready for you and as soon as you've had a bath and some food, we'll leave for home," said Gwen's mother.

"Ma'am, I believe that Lord Sheridan would feel most offended if you left in such a fashion. Shouldn't you at least give your daughter a night's rest?" said Ralph from his position beside the bed.

"Um, well, perhaps, but still. My Gwen has had an experience and needs a bath and dinner," blustered the mother.

"Of course ma'am. Right away," said Ralph. He then ushered everyone else out of the room and spoke to the servants hovering by the door. In short order, a bath was brought, and filled. Bread, cheeses, fruit and a bit of roast accompanied by small cider was placed on a table. Ralph made sure of all the preparations and then turned to Gwen's mother.

"Madam, shall we let the servants deal with Gwen while you go to dinner?" he asked.

"I should stay with my daughter," Gwen's mother said.

"Ah, but Lord Sheridan has requested your presence at dinner. He wishes to make amends for Gwen's unfortunate accident. The maids will take care of Gwen," he said persuasively as he lead Gwen's mother to the door.

"Gwen?" she called.

"I'll be alright mother," said Gwen. She sat up gingerly, relieved that Rough Voice/Ralph was leading her mother away.

Her mother gave her one more look and then left the room. Two maids came in and started to undress Gwen. When they got to the last of the petticoats, Gwen shooed them out of the room.

"Go! I want a bit of privacy you ninnies!" she said. They fled. Gwen then took off the last of the clothes and began to unlace the corset. Her nipples were so tender and she couldn't wait to get it off. When she had undone it enough, it and the cock slid to the floor in one piece. She gasped at the size of the leather cock which had been thrust up her cleft. She didn't know where to hide it, so she rolled it up in her chemise and stuffed it under her bedding. Then she crawled into the bath to soak her sorrows.

The hot water felt good and yet made every welt sting. She scrubbed her body and hair until she felt clean. Then after wrapping herself in a toweling sheet, she began to eat. It had been ages since she last ate.

Afterwards, she found her nightgown and donned it. Then she climbed into bed and slept.

*

Gwen was woken up in the middle of the night by a sound.

"M'lord, please let her sleep," she heard her mother saying off to one side.

"No, I intend to make sure that all is well with Gwen before I retire," said a voice Gwen recognized as Soft Voice. "Gwen, are you awake?"

"Ohhh, Yes sir," Gwen said not sure who Soft Voice was. She blinked and looked over to where the candlelight shone on the face of Lord Sheridan's son, Lord James. She'd been wrong in her guess the other night.

"Are you alright after your adventure?" Lord James asked gently.

"Yes, M'lord. I'm just a bit sore and tired. I'd... I'd like to sleep until I'm totally rested though. Would it be alright to stay a day or so rather than rush off first thing in the morning as my mother is wont to do?" Gwen asked.

"Of course. If you need anything, anything at all, just ask. There will be a servant outside your door. Just call out," Lord James said and then with a kiss to the back of her hand he left the room leading the protesting mother with him.

Gwen snugged down into the bed and waited.



"Lord James, please, I feel that we are imposing upon your hospitality far too much," said Gwen's mother.

"Well madam, if you feel that way, you are welcome to leave tonight and we will send your daughter home when she has recuperated," said Lord James in rather a more formal tone.

"I...um... I'm so sorry M'lord, please forgive me," she stuttered as they reached her suite. He saw her in the door and closed it firmly behind her. Then he motioned for a servant to sit next to the door.

"Don't let her out until morning," he said softly. The servant nodded. Lord James then went to his own room to wait. He knew it wouldn't be a long one.

Gwen woke up again. Her nipples ached and she rubbed her button, trying to relieve the ache between her legs. She retrieved the leather cock from it's hiding place, but it was cold and stiff. She tried to use it, but it only left her frustrated. She cried out in her frustrations and buried her head in the bedding.

Not long afterwards, she heard the bedroom door open softly. Then a weight on the bed as someone sat down in the dark.

"So, you haven't told anyone of your adventures. Why is that?" asked Lord James.

"Be...because I... Oh god, I liked being tupped, spanked and treated rough," she said burying her face in her hands.

"And..." he prompted.

"And when I recognized your voices, I had a small hope, just a small one that you might want me," she said.

"Just me, or Ralph as well?" he asked.

"Both of you, Either of you. I've got this terrible ache that won't go away," she said in almost a cry.

"And what of your mother just down the hall?" James asked.

"I don't bloody care!" cried Gwen. "I want to be fucked."

Lord James smiled. He stood up and dropped his robe to the floor and crawled into Gwen's bed naked. He grabbed her roughly and started to kiss her. Reaching under her nightgown, he pinched her ass, which was still covered with welts. Gwen gasped and felt herself grow wet. Then his fingers thrust into her cleft and played with her until he could slide inside. He rode her hard and fast, pinching her nipples and breasts. Gwen gasped in pleasure and pain as she felt the tension and ache in her body ease as he thrust deep inside. She began to moan and gasp as she came. Lord James followed her quickly with his own release.

They lay there relaxing and talking in the bed. He pinched her nipples as often as he kissed her. She surprised herself when she reached to stroke his cock and kiss him. She liked sex. She wanted more. They were kissing when she felt another hand on her shoulder. She startled and turned to see Ralph climbing into bed. Before she could say a word, he lifted her leg and slid in from behind. As he thrust in from behind, Lord James kept kissing and stroking her breasts. She was overwhelmed with sensations and it didn't take long for her to scream her orgasms into the pillows.

Gwen lay there sated between the two men. She idly ran her hands over them as they talked over her.

"Well, we have a right treat here," said James. "What shall we do with her?"

"Hmmm, does she have a dowry?" asked Ralph.

"I most certainly do!" chimed in Gwen.

"Well then. Shall we marry our whore?" asked Ralph.

"I'm not sure. You or me?" asked James.

"Don't I get a say in the matter?" asked Gwen.

"Well, do you want to be the wife of a lord or a baron?" asked Ralph.

"Wh..what?" asked Gwen puzzled. She thought Ralph was a servant and said so. That made both men laugh.

"Ralph is a Baron. I'm just a lord, son of an Earl," said James.

"I... I don't know which of you I'd give up," she said at long last. Both men had been stroking and touching her body, making her ache to be fucked again.

"You don't have to give either of us up. We share. Always have, ever since we discovered our nurse," said James. "Lovely woman. Beautiful breasts."

Ralph nodded in agreement.

She looked from one man to the other and they nodded. She kissed each one in turn, trying to make up her mind. "Would... would you mind terribly if I married Ralph?" she said at last.

"Of course not. His estate is farther north and much better for playing around," said James. He was thinking of the room he and Ralph had been planning and how much fun it would be to have Gwen there.

"Well then, can we have one more bit of fun before morning?" she asked.

They grinned, nodded and proceeded to fuck Gwen.

*

"You what?" screeched Gwen's mother.

"Ralph, Baron Burleigh, has asked me to marry him," Gwen said at breakfast that morning. She was sitting gingerly as James had slid her leather cock up inside of her when he came to see her earlier that morning. He'd promised other delights if she could get through the morning wearing it. She and her mother had been arguing for nearly an hour.

"I just... just think this is all too sudden," Gwen's mother said at last. She didn't know what to make of her daughter. Gwen had changed, and she didn't understand.

"Mother, this is the last time. I will marry Ralph. You can either be happy for me or leave," Gwen said and went back to eating her breakfast.

Ralph, who'd been listening at the door walked in a minute later. "Gwen, Lady Whitlow," he said gracefully. "Has Gwen told you that I have asked for her hand?" he said charmingly as he raised and kissed the back of Gwen's Mother's hand.

"Well, this is all rather sudden," said Lady Whitlow.

"I understand, but I fell for her the moment she walked in, and even deeper when she was placed in my arms yesterday," said Ralph.

"Well..." Lady Whitlow tried to protest. Ralph sat next to the woman and continued to chat with her all through breakfast. In the end, she gave up. That afternoon, she wrote a letter to Gwen's father.

A week later, Gwen and Ralph stood in front of Lord Sheridan's family chaplain to be wed. Her father Lord Whitlow had thrown a fit until he met Ralph. The discussion had started out with bellowing voices and ended up in drunken laughter. The dowry was agreed upon and all the details ironed out.

After the wedding supper, Gwen and Ralph departed for his estates up north. Lady Whitlow had hoped their departure would be delayed until morning, but Ralph refused, citing business on his estates. She gave in when Lord Whitlow growled at her.

As the coach headed down the drive, Gwen threw her flowers and watched them land in the arms of one of Lord Sheridan's nieces. She smiled. As she tried to sit down next to Ralph, he slid his hand up her thigh and stroked her cleft. Gwen giggled.

Ralph held her in place and proceeded to finger her until she nearly cried out in orgasm. He'd made sure she wore her altered corset, which held her nipples out and accessible. Pulling the top of her gown down just a bit, he sucked on her nipples. Gwen sighed in pleasure.

Ralph smiled. He looked forward to their arrival at his estates. He and James had been building a playroom for adults and now they had a woman to play with there. "Are you happy Gwen?" he asked as she rested next to him.

"Yes. My only regret is that we will have to wait until we arrive at an inn or your estates to satisfy this ache you've started in my loins," she said.

"You think I'm waiting?" he smiled.

"Well, the coach isn't exactly comfortable," she said.

"No, but it has advantages. Lots of bumps to make things interesting," said Ralph. "Plus, the coachmen won't say a word." With that, he turned her over his knee and began to spank her lovely round bottom.

"Oh! Ouch! Omlord!" she cried out as he spanked her until she swore her ass glowed in the twilight. She could feel her juices soak the petticoats under her as well.

Ralph fingered her and then when she'd almost orgasmed, he pushed her forward to brace herself against the footrest. Flipping her skirts over her head, he pulled his cock from his trousers and wet it with Gwen's juices. Then he guided her back onto his cock as if she was sitting in his lap. Gwen squirmed and bounced a bit on his cock. He slapped her leg.

"Stop," he said.

"Oh, but..." she started.

"Let the coach provide the motion for our fucking. See how long you can cope," he said. He knew that the road up ahead was rutted. It didn't take long for Gwen to see why Ralph had said to hold still. The bouncing of the coach was bouncing her up and down on his cock. She giggled.

"See," he said as he bit her neck and pinched her breasts.

"Oh yes," she said. The pain from his pinches combined with the bouncing was making her want to come. "Ralph, please," she asked as her body hungered for release.

"Not yet," he said. His control was good and he knew he would last a bit longer. He reached around and grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide. Then he slapped the insides of her thighs as the coach bounced.

"Ohhhh," Gwen moaned. The coach bounced harder and she felt like Ralph's cock would split her in two. "Pp-please let me come," she begged. Her body began to convulse with pleasure. She moaned.

Ralph felt her body spasm around his cock. He reached up with one hand and stroked her button while he held her tight. Gwen came hard, her body clenching his cock. That and one more set of bumps threw him over the edge and the two of them came hard.

When they'd caught their breath, Gwen moved off his cock. Before she could pull her skirts down, Ralph filled her cleft with another toy. This one was smaller than the leather cock, but made of soapstone ridged and fat. Gwen squeaked in surprise as the cold cock filled her.

"Hold that while you clean me up," Ralph said.

Gwen smiled. She knelt in front of Ralph and began to lick and suck his softened cock. She had gotten much better at cock sucking. In a few minutes, he was clean and hard. Instead of fucking her again, she sucked him until he came. She swallowed and licked Ralph clean once more. Gwen sat down next to him, that soapstone cock still filling her now aching cleft.

"Ralph, may I..." was as far as she got.

"No. You must sit there with your legs closed. I want you to ride that wee cock for now. No coming either," he said.

Gwen nodded and squirmed as the coach bumped down the long road.

Gwen woke to dawn entering the coach windows. They hadn't stopped in the night and were now approaching Ralph's estates. At some point in the night, the soapstone cock had slipped from her cleft. It thudded to the floor as she shifted and stretched.

"Morning Gwen," said Ralph. He bent to retrieve the cock. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, although I'm a bit sore," she said.

"Well, we will be home soon. Those gates up there are at the end of the drive to my house," he said pointing off in the distance.

"Oh. Will... will there be anyone there? Besides servants?" she asked.

"Not at first. James should be joining us in a day or so. Until then, it is just us," Ralph said. "When James arrives, we'll have a party."

"Oh? I've never hosted a party," said Gwen with a bit of apprehension in her voice.

"No worries. I have a housekeeper who understands my tastes. You will be the hostess," said Ralph with a smile.

Gwen wondered what that smile would hold for her.

The house was an old Tudor mansion. It was beautiful and the gardens were in full flower. Gwen alighted from the coach slowly as she was stiff and sore from the long ride. Servants poured out of the house to take the trunks and boxes and greet the Baron and his new wife.

Gwen was shown up to her room where there was a large fireplace and a fourposter bed that looked like it could hold six people. The housekeeper, Mrs. Besom, was shouting for maids to bring water for a bath, towels, herbs and half a dozen things at once. Ralph had gone to check on a few things and left Gwen to bathe.

"Your bath is ready M'lady," said Mrs. Besom. She had started a fire in the fireplace as the bathwater began to arrive.

"Thank you," said Gwen and she began to shed her gown which was crumpled and dirty from the long ride.

"Let me help you M'lady," said Mrs. Besom. She started to unlace the gown and help Gwen out of it. As the layers came off, the clothing was tossed to one side. When she got to the corset, she tsked-tsked.

"What is it Mrs. Besom?" Gwen asked.

"I thought he'd given up these silly games," she said as the corset hit the floor.

Gwen stretched and shed her final underclothes. "No, he hasn't and I like them so far," said Gwen.

"Well, I'd best keep a tub of salve and stock up on goldenseal tea," said Mrs. Besom.

"Salve? Goldenseal?" What for?" asked Gwen.

"The Salve for your hide, which is rather red back here and the goldenseal to prevent babies unless you want to drop a child every year," said Mrs. Besom.

"Oh! Never thought of that. What if I'm already carrying a babe?" asked Gwen. Her courses were due soon.

"Well, it won't hurt. I'll bring you up a cup, just in case," said Mrs. Besom. With that, she left Gwen to soak.

Gwen washed her hair, and ran the sponge over her body. So much had changed in less than a month.

Mrs. Besom came back with a cup filled with the tea she'd spoke of earlier. Gwen drank it, and found it a little bitter, but the mint and honey in the mix helped. She got out of the bath and dried off. Then Mrs. Besom applied salve to Gwen's back and ass. This too had mint in it and it made Gwen's skin tingle.

Gwen dressed in a new corset and clothes. The corset cupped her breasts and held them out rather than flattening them to her chest. The dress showed them off nicely, just covered by a sheer scarf that tucked into the bodice. When she was ready, Mrs. Besom led her on a tour of the house.

"You'll find the Baron in the library," Mrs. Besom said as they finished.

Gwen thanked her and went into the room. It was filled with shelves that had books neatly arranged on them. She smiled. She had been very happy that she'd learned to read as well as do needlework and garden. She walked over to where Ralph sat next to the window. He too had bathed and changed clothes.

"And how do you feel?" he asked.

"Much refreshed M'lord," Gwen said with a sweeping curtsy.

"Are you ready to tour the grounds? Or are you tired?" he asked.

"I'd love to tour the estate as long as we walk. I don't think I could manage another coach ride for at least a week," Gwen said.

"Then a walk it is," said Ralph. They went out the front doors and headed down the drive. They passed a large kitchen garden, formal gardens, the stables, and off in the distance there was a folly.

"And that my dear is our playroom," Ralph said pointing.

"So far from the house?" Gwen asked.

"All the better to spank you in," said Ralph as he planted his hand on her ass.

Gwen 'oofed' as his hand impacted her skirts. They walked down a path between sculpted shrubs, flower beds and the occasional statue. Gwen looked at the first of these and stopped. She blinked, looked again and then turned to Ralph. "They're... they're tupping!" she said astonished.

"Yes. And each a different position," said Ralph with a smile.

"What do the servants say?" she asked.

"Nothing. Not one word," he said. By then, they were at the door of the folly. This one was a miniature Greek temple on the outside. Inside it was well furnished. Off to one side was an altar of sorts with brass posts at each corner. Another section of the room was filled with chairs and cushions and low tables. On the far side was a kind of latticing that was bolted to the wall. Gwen walked around and tried to figure out some of the curiosities.

"Ralph, whatever is this for?" asked Gwen. She was looking at a padded bench that was too tall to sit on and rather rounded. It had no back either.

"Ah, that is James' bench," he said with a smile.

"How ever do you sit on it?" she asked. "It's too tall and there is no back rest."

"It isn't for sitting. Come here," he said and took her hand. He stood her in front of it and then walked around to the other side. He took Gwen's hands, bent her over the bench until her toes just barely touched the floor and cuffed her hands into leather straps she had mistaken for part of the heavy fringe. Then he walked around and lifted her skirts. He smiled to see that she hadn't worn drawers.

"Ralph?" Gwen asked wondering what was going to happen. She had ideas running through her head, but wasn't certain.

"Yes Gwen," he said quietly.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

"First, I am going to lash you," he said. He took a riding crop that was in a basket out and began to stroke up and down Gwen's thighs. Her stockings were in the way and he pulled them down to give him better access. He lashed her up and down the insides of her thighs, and ignored her cries. When she was red enough, he worked across her ass. Gwen was sobbing softly as he put the crop away and began to stroke her hot tender flesh. He noticed how wet she was and stroked her cleft as well.

Gwen moaned. The experience of being spanked in this manner had unleashed an ache in her that she hoped Ralph would satisfy.

"How do you feel now?" Ralph asked.

"In pain and so needy," she said.

"I can see that," he said and slowly fingered her. He brought her nearly to orgasm and then stopped. Gwen moaned again. Ralph did this twice more and then dropped his trousers and drove into Gwen's cleft from behind. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast.

Gwen moaned and gasped as Ralph began to come. She felt her own orgasm ride up and take her senses as Ralph came. He stood behind her for a moment to catch his breath. Using her petticoat to clean up with, he redressed and then unstrapped Gwen.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Not at first, but yes," she said.

They continued their tour of the folly. The lattice had straps to hold people in place. The altar did as well. Gwen could see where straps had worn shallow grooves in the cool marble. They relaxed on the pillows before they headed back to the house for supper.

*

Gwen was running the length of the lawn. The party to celebrate the wedding had started hours ago with people pouring in from London, Newmarket and Bath. All friends of Ralph or James. Gwen didn't bother to invite her few friends as most of them were unmarried or too close to her parents. The last thing she needed was for them to discover that their daughter was married to a hedonist and a Hellfire Club member.

After a lovely six course dinner, the party scattered to play games on the lawns. It had started out with quoits and lawn darts. A very perverted set of games with this crowd. The quoits were large enough to go over a person. The person who was 'ringed', had to forfeit a kiss or a touch. Lawn darts followed a similar course. If pegged to the ground, the victim had to let the owner of the dart to take liberties. Gwen had been kissed and groped repeatedly.

Now they were playing hide and seek. If caught, once again, the person had to surrender to the finder. Gwen was running for a stand of lilac bushes. She crouched low, but had no hope of hiding. Her gown was light green silk with a stomacher and front skirt in contrasting yellow. She watched as others were found. Lady P. had to suck Lord A.'s cock. She watched her own Ralph dive under the skirts of Lady T. and make her giggle with delights. Then she felt a touch on her shoulder.

"Come with me madam," said a deep voice. "You've been found."

She stood up, and before she could turn, a blindfold was slipped over her eyes. A hand on her elbow led her out from the bushes.

"I've found our queen." said the deep voice.

Cheers went up and by the crunch of feet, Gwen knew she was being led to the folly. Her thoughts vindicated a few minutes later as she could smell the beeswax candles that had been set up in the folly earlier. She was lifted and placed on what could only be the altar. She sat and waited.

"What shall we do with our queen?" asked the deep voice.

"Worship her!" said a man.

"Sacrifice her!" called another.

"And how shall we accomplish this?" called a soft voice Gwen knew to be James.

"With our hands, tongues, and cocks!" roared another man.

"And what of the other ladies? Her sweet succulent attendants?" asked a rough voice Gwen knew to be Ralph.

"Ah, they shall take their turns as there are only six of them and yet twelve men," said the deep voice.

Squeals of delight and feigned trepidation came from the other women. Gwen realized that from that bit of noise, that they must be similarly bound and grouped next to the altar. She heard the sounds of heavy boots walk off to one side and then the muted voices of the men. She tried to figure out what they were saying, but had no luck.

The men walked over silently and Gwen felt hands on her shoulders and wrists. She stayed very still as other hands began to undo some of her clothing. She felt her sleeves and upper bodice being pulled at and then removed as well as the heavy outer skirt. Dressed in her corset and under chemise and her heavy petticoats, she was moved until she lay across the altar. Her hands and then feet were tied to the rings at the corners of the altar. This left her legs splayed open underneath her skirts. As they finished tying her down, she heard others being moved to what she knew had to be different sections of the folly. Part of her was very curious to see what was going on while waiting to find out what would happen to her.

"Turn your head," said the deep voice.

Gwen turned her head towards the sound of the voice and then felt a warm cock brush her lips. She opened her mouth and took in as much as she could. At the same time, she felt her petticoats lift. Her ass was right at the end of the altar and she felt a hand begin to touch and stroke her cleft. Although he hadn't spoken, Gwen recognized James' touch. He stroked and pinched her cleft until moisture began to bead and drip. Two fingers slide deep inside making her moan against the cock in her mouth. As she moaned, the cock in her mouth began to twitch and fill her with his seed as James thrust his cock inside her.

Another cock replaced the first as James pummeled her. In the background, she could hear the sounds of spanking. Whips, or riding crops on skin as well as a paddle of some sort. The cries and moans of women filled the folly. James came and after he left, another man filled her. She lost count of the cocks. Some of the men pinched and spanked as they played with her. Others simply played with her button until she cried out in orgasm. One gentleman had a tongue that brought her to ecstasy three or four times before filing her with the biggest cock she'd ever experienced.

At some point, Gwen was let up from the altar and given a glass of wine to drink. The glass was held for her as she was still blindfolded. A knife ran down her corset lacings and she was stripped of the rest of her clothes. Then she was bent over the altar, nipples pressing against the marble while her ass was spanked. After one rather hard smack, she squealed.

"Oh damn!" Gwen cried.

"I rather liked that one. Especially the way the seed that everyone gave you is running down your thighs," said deep voice. He landed three more smacks that made her cry out. They were made stingier by the wetness of her ass. He'd wiped his hand up between her legs before he hit her ass.

"Let me cool our queen," said a voice. He walked up to Gwen and filled her cleft with his cock. Before long, he came deep inside Gwen. As he pulled out the juices ran down her legs. Another man took his place, and before long, there was a steady stream of juices flowing.



"Now my queen, are you ready to see what else has gone on tonight?" asked Ralph as he untied her hands.

"Yes," said Gwen.

The blindfold was removed and Gwen blinked to clear her vision in the candlelit darkness of the folly. Ralph led her past the gentlemen who at this point were as naked as she. On the other side of the room was the wall. On it were her 'ladies'. The tableau was amazing. On James' bench was the red headed Lady P. She had been tied and spanked. The red welts stood out on her milk white skin. It was evident that she too had been well fucked.

Next were Lady T and her sister, Lady C. Both women were cuffed to the latticed wall. Each had been spanked and pleasured. Lady S. was still tied to a frame shaped like an X and her nipples had clamps on them that looked painful. However, the juices running down her legs made Gwen wonder if it was not as painful as it looked.

Lady A was dressed like a horse. She had a bridle in her mouth and a tail up her... ass. Gwen flinched a bit, but was assured by Ralph that she liked it. Last of all, Lady G was sitting on a saddle. She was rocking back and forth, moaning and shuddering in pleasure.

"M'lord, whatever is going on with Lady G?" asked Gwen.

"Ah, that my love is a special saddle. It has fittings to keep a wench like yourself satisfied whilst you traipse around the countryside," said Ralph.

"Oh?" asked Gwen. "May I see?"

"Yes. Let us have the rest of the ladies join us first though," Ralph said. He motioned to the rest of the gentlemen to retrieve their ladies. Once everyone had been released, kissed and held, they all gathered round Lady G.

Her lord untied her blindfold and then her hands. Instead of sliding off the saddle, he helped her off and the other women gasped. Lady G had been sitting on a large cock coming up out of the saddle and right where her button would rub was a smaller nub. With each rock of the saddle, she had been tupping herself.

"Oh my," gasped Gwen. "I thought your corset addition was... um... interesting. But this... oh. I'd be afraid of falling off."

"It isn't as easy as it would seem to do so," said Lady G. "I have ridden cross country twice and my only issue was walking once I got to my destination."

That brought titters from the women and smiles from the men.

"Who made it for you?" asked one of the other gentlemen.

"Ralph here helped and I have a saddle maker who will make just about anything in leather that I require," said the deep voiced Thomas. "Made to size if need be as well. Would any of you ladies care to try it out?"

There were nods and shakes. Gwen nodded and when it was her turn, Ralph helped her 'in' to the saddle. She was glad that she was wet from all the sex as the cock was large. It filled her and she had to wiggle to get seated. Then she rocked back and forth. It didn't take much before she could feel herself begin to come. That ache between her legs grew and grew until...

"Oh... oh my," Gwen gasped. She shuddered and tried to get off of the saddle. She realized she couldn't.

Ralph laughed at her and pulled her up off of the saddle and into his arms. They retired to the seating area and amongst the cushions were set trays with food and drink as well as shawls and wrappers. Gwen found a silk shawl and draped it around her body as she sank down on a cushion. She was very glad that they were soft as her bottom and her cleft were sore from all the attention.

The party ate a late supper and couples or more curled up to sleep or play on the cushions. Gwen found herself sandwiched between James and Ralph.

"So, you like Thomas' saddle?" asked James.

"I think so. I'm not sure that riding cross country would be comfortable, but a brisk morning ride might be just what a body needs on occasion," said Gwen with a smile. She snuggled up to Ralph as James fingered her slowly and sweetly. She had loved all the attention and sex, but having her two lovers was best of all.

*

Gwen woke in her own bed late the next morning. She had vague memories of being carried by Ralph into the house, but not of being put to bed. She was sore and sticky from all the sex. She was also alone. The bed showed evidence that the two men had slept with her for some while, but had risen much earlier.

She thought of calling for a breakfast tray or at least a cup of tea. When she rolled out of bed, she saw a note. Picking it up, she read it.

Dearest Gwen,

When you rise, please dress for an afternoon out.

Love,

Ralph

Gwen called for a bath and then began to decide what she would wear. In the end, she called for her velvet gown with the rose colored stomacher and satin frontpiece. Her maids brought the bath and once she had cleaned up, helped her dress in a corset that Ralph had made her. He forbid her to wear any other corsets except what he had designed. This one cupped her breasts, but left the nipples open to touch. The fabric of her dress barely covered them. When she was dressed, she went downstairs to find Ralph.

"I'm ready to go out M'lord," she said kissing him lightly on the check.

"Good. I had a bet with James that you wouldn't wake before afternoon tea. You surprise me," he said.

It was Gwen's turn to smile. She delighted in not being predictable. She delighted in the bets and games that the three of them played as well. Ralph took her hand and they walked out to the courtyard. He whistled loudly and a stable lad brought two horses instead of the coach that Gwen expected. The horses were a bit bigger than what Gwen was use to riding and it wasn't until she climbed up on the mounting block that she saw her saddle.

"Oh! Oh Ralph!" she giggled. It was one just like Lady G's.

"Now my question is, are you wet enough?" he asked as he reached up under her skirts and felt her cleft. He fingered her and made her squirm.

"Rrralph, please!" she squeaked.

"I'm trying to please you," he said with a smile. "I think you might be wet enough. Do you need assistance? You'll have to ride astride of course."

"Oh. Yes. I... I can manage I think," Gwen said as she straddled the saddle and slowly lowered herself onto the cock. When she was seated, Ralph adjusted her stirrups and and her skirts. Then he mounted his own horse.

He started off at a gentle walk. Ralph kept an eye on Gwen and noticed that she was rocking nicely with the horse's rhythm. When they got to the open lane, he moved up to a canter, which meant that as she posted, the cock would move more forcible in and out of her cleft. He smiled and continued down the lane.

Gwen had felt alright when they were walking the horses, but when Ralph started to canter, she almost lost her mind. He had adjusted her stirrups so that when she raised up, it didn't allow her to 'clear' the cock. She moved just enough to feel as if she were being pummeled. She tried to slow the posting, but that didn't help. Nor did the fact that the nub was rubbing her button. Her saddle was getting wetter and wetter as her body became more excited. "How did Lady G. ever manage to go on a long journey?" she wondered as the first shuddering orgasm began to overwhelm her body.

"Rrrralph," she gasped trying to call to her husband.

Ralph heard her and kept going. He guessed what was about to happen. There was no one nearby, so he wasn't too concerned.

"Oh. Oh my. Ohhh," Gwen cried out as her body shook with pleasure. Her juices ran down her thighs and soaked her stockings. She dropped into the saddle and tried to slow the horse to regain her senses.

Ralph realized that she had slowed to a walk and turned his horse around. He looked at her, 'tsk-tsked' under his breath as he moved up beside her. "Are you alright madam?" he asked.

"Yyyes. I just need to catch my breath," she said.

"Alright, because we are expected at Sir Thomas' house for tea. Must move along," he said and started up again.

Gwen had no choice but to follow. She brought the horse up to a canter and tried to stay up in the stirrups to avoid bouncing on the cock. It didn't work. Her legs were so rubbery from the first orgasm that she had to go back to posting. Even the momentary rest on the saddle helped her legs and yet made her cleft throb. Before they'd gone another mile, she felt herself start to go again.

"Oh!" she cried.

That alerted Ralph and this time he rode next to her and made sure she didn't stop. By the time they reached Sir Thomas' estate, Gwen was an orgasmic mess. She couldn't post, which meant that every hoof beat thrust the cock deep inside of her. It also mashed the soft nob against her button. It was such a relief when they slowed to a walk and entered the courtyard. Sir Thomas and Lady G. were standing in the doorway waiting for them.

"Ah, I see your lady has been enjoying her new saddle," said Sir Thomas.

"I believe so. However, I think she may wish to freshen up a bit," said Ralph with a smile. He helped Gwen down from her horse and escorted her into the main hall. At that point, Lady G. and Gwen went off to an upstairs room to 'recover' from the ride. Ralph and Sir Thomas went into the library to talk.

"My dear, how did you ever cope?" asked Gwen as she shed her gown. She was trying to peel her soaked stockings off of her legs and it wasn't working well.

"It took a bit in all honesty. At least your husband isn't as well endowed as Sir Thomas," said Lady G.

"There is that," said Gwen. A maid came in with warm water. She took away the stockings and soaked petticoat to rinse them out. The warm water felt good and she was soon cleaned up. She dressed as best she could minus stockings and that petticoat. Lady G.'s maid helped as well. In less than an hour, Gwen was ready to head downstairs. They rejoined the men and then went in to tea in the main sitting room.

There was a huge fire going in the fireplace, and chairs and a table set up near it. A maid brought tea and pastries. Small talk floated back and forth as servants moved in and around the two couples.

"So, do you think you'll go riding much?" Sir Thomas asked Gwen.

"Well, I always have enjoyed riding. That saddle will take some getting use to though. Perhaps shorter rides will be needed for a while," said Gwen.

"Oh I don't know, I think the long one we went on today was just fine," said Ralph.

"Oh Sir, you are such a tease. You don't wish your dear wife to enjoy horsemanship more than you now," said Lady G.
"There is that," said Sir Thomas. "I threatened to hide her saddle at one point."

That made Lady G. blush. The two men went on teasing Gwen throughout tea.

As the last of the tea service was taken away, Lady G. suggested a walk in the gardens. Sir Thomas had a labyrinth similar to Lord Sheridan's. The statues though were far more suggestive. In fact, the Pans all had beautiful carved cocks that could be 'used'. Sir Thomas made Lady G. demonstrate. He lifted her up and placed her on the cold marble cock. Unable to touch the ground, Lady G. grabbed the arms of the Pan statue and moved up and down on it. When she didn't move fast enough, Sir Thomas lifted her skirts and spanked her ass. That made Lady G. move more rapidly. When she came, he lifted her down. She was a little unsteady on her feet.

"Care to have Gwen take a turn?" he asked.

"No, I believe that one is a little too warm at the moment," said Ralph with a smile. They walked on further and in a little bit, they came to another Pan statue. This one was a little closer to the ground, but not by much.

"Gentlemen, please, I'm still a bit..." was as far as Gwen got before the two men lifted her up and slid the icy marble shaft into her cleft.

"Oh my... oh...oh... oh please let me down," gasped Gwen. She could barely rest on her tiptoes and each effort to stand up off of the cock only ended in her sliding down it once more. She knew what was expected and finally rubbed herself against it until she came. Once that had happened, the two men smiled and lifted her off. It was her turn to be unsteady on her feet.

The next attraction deep in the labyrinth was a swing. Like the saddle, it was fitted with a cock. It was Lady G.'s turn and she obviously liked the swing as she could control it better. It didn't take long before she was allowed up. At the center of the labyrinth was a fountain. A cavorting couple was the centerpiece and all along the edge were cocks pointing upwards. Water cascaded down from the top of the fountain, but the cocks and the edge were dry.

"Take a seat Gwen," said Sir Thomas with a smile.

"I'd rather not," said Gwen.

Ralph came up behind Gwen. "You do understand that the choice is either to do it yourself or be forced don't you?" he said as he reached around and pinched her nearly exposed nipples.

Gwen gasped. He finally let go when she nodded yes. Lifting her skirts, she slowly moved on to one of the cocks. The edge of the fountain came up just enough to let her sit gently on the cock. She moved a little back and forth to seat it and then waited. She noticed that Lady G. was also sitting on a piece of the fountain. She waited, not knowing what to expect.

Sir Thomas smiled and next to the 'front' of the fountain were a series of dials. They controlled the water flow of the fountain. He slowly twisted a small nob.

Gwen had almost gotten use to the cold of the fountain's stone when she swore that she was getting wet. She started to stand up in astonishment when Ralph smiled and motioned for her to stay seated. She did and realized that there was a slow pulse of water coming out of the center of the cock deep in her cleft. Looking right and then left, she confirmed it as all the uncovered cocks on the fountain were pulsing water out and spilling it into the main fountain. It felt good and she soon found herself rocking back and forth. The orgasm was slow building, but when it hit, she was glad that the fountain held her up. The water slowly ebbed away, and Ralph helped her to stand.

Sir Thomas was grinning from ear to ear. "Do you like my fountain?" he asked.

"Surprisingly yes," said Gwen. Her legs and borrowed stockings were dripping again, but so were Lady G.'s.

"I had to promise not to tell you about the fountain. If I did, my punishment would have been no fun for a week," Lady G. said.

"Oh. I'm so glad you kept it a surprise," said Gwen as they walked back to the house.

Ralph and Gwen said their goodbye's an hour after they returned to the house. Gwen's clothing had been washed and dried. She slipped into her own things and then with trepidation, went out to mount her horse.

"Enjoy your ride home," said Sir Thomas with a laugh.

"I shall," said Ralph.

The two women exchanged glances. Gwen mounted her horse gingerly and then turned to wave as they departed. By the time they arrived home, Gwen had come at least half a dozen times. She practically swooned at the last one and Ralph once more rode next to her. He didn't stop, but simply made sure the horse was under control. He was enjoying her state of helplessness.

Gwen curled up in the bath and soaked her aching body. She had never come so many times in her life. Ralph had promised he wouldn't make her use that saddle for every ride, but to be honest she was not looking forward to hunting season.

Ralph and James came up and fed her while she soaked in the tub. In the end, crumbs floated in the water and she gave up and got out. Wrapped in a robe, she lounged by the fire. Ralph filled James in on the days pleasures.

"Worn out pet?" James asked Gwen.

"Yes. Could we just snuggle tonight?" she asked.

"Perhaps. We can always start out that way and see how it goes," said Ralph. With the last of the tea gone, the three of them crawled into the huge four poster bed.

*

Gwen woke much later in the night to James' cock pressing against her backside. She hadn't bothered with a nightgown as they usually ended up on the floor. She wiggled slightly and opened her legs. James slid into her cleft. He moaned and his hands reached around to cup her breasts. This in turn woke Ralph, who rolled over and began to play with Gwen's breasts and button as James tupped her. When James orgasmed, they rolled Gwen over and Ralph slid his cock into Gwen. He pulled her to her knees and thrust rapidly, letting his balls slap against her ass.

James moved under Gwen, touching her breasts and nipples. As she began to come, he reached down and stroked her button until she bucked hard against Ralph. Ralph in turn drove deep and filled her with his seed as he came. The three of them collapsed into a pile with Gwen in the middle. Still inside of Gwen, Ralph rolled to one side. James followed his lead and Gwen was still pinned between the two men. Cupping her button in his hand, James made Gwen come and come until the muscle spasms had Ralph hard again. He slowly rode in and out of Gwen as James move up and had Gwen suck his cock.

Gwen felt so filled. The feel of the two men using her body and touching her so intimately made her feel so good. It wasn't long before James and Ralph came and then the two of them brought Gwen to orgasm again and again. Once more, she fell asleep in the arms of her lovers.

Ralph woke early. He left James and Gwen to sleep. He had business to attend to today and wanted it out of the way before evening. Now that Gwen was his wife, he and James could work with leather on new toys and harnesses with her there to model them. He grabbed a fast breakfast and was out of the house before anyone else woke.

James woke when the sunlight from the partially opened curtain trickled across his face. He smiled and rolled over to wake Gwen. His cock was awake and wanted to play. In some ways he'd been sad that Gwen had chosen Ralph. However, the fact that they shared worked well.

Gwen was asleep on her stomach. He moved between her legs and stroked her cleft to wake her. She moaned and moved her hips towards his hand. He marveled at how responsive she was to sex when most women were so afraid of it that they'd rather be nuns. Then he noticed the smear of red. Blood. Her monthlies had started. It didn't bother him, so he pulled her to him and slid into her very wet cleft.

Gwen came fully awake as James slid deep, holding onto her hips as he tilted her up. She felt a little achy, thinking that it had to do with all the riding yesterday and other play. Her poor cleft had certainly had been ridden hard in the last few days. Then she smelled blood.

"James, please," she started.

"What is the matter dear Gwen," he said not slowing down.

"I'm bleeding. My monthlies. Really, we shouldn't," she said.

"Doesn't bother me. Makes a hell of a mess for the bed, but why stop?" he asked.

"But..." she started to protest.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Nno,..." she gasped as she felt her body began to drive towards orgasm.

"Then enjoy yourself," he said. It didn't take much longer for him to stiffen and freeze in orgasm. He felt Gwen go as well. Once he could breath again, he withdrew and reached between her legs and stroked her tender flesh to one more orgasm. Then he got up and called for a bath.

By the time Ralph got home that night, Gwen was wrapped up in a sheepskin and curled up next to the fire in her room. Ralph brought his dinner up and the three of them talked while he ate. They discussed what Ralph wanted to build. He and James sketched it out by the fire. Gwen dozed in her chair.

She woke to Ralph carrying her to the bed. He tucked her into the clean bedding and then went back to talking to James by the fire. Much later, she felt her two lovers crawl into bed next to her. While they cuddled, neither of them pressed her to have sex. She was achy and relieved. She slept deeply.



Life fell into a pattern. During the summer, the folly was a full of rowdy revelries. In the winter, the tower rooms with their large fireplaces became dens of inequities. Ralph and Gwen held parties with their friends and enjoyed life. When James was in residence, the three of them slept and played in the big four poster bed.

Gwen woke one morning to the sounds of yelling in the main hall. She wiggled out from between James and Ralph and wrapped herself in a thick robe. Heading downstairs, she found her butler trying to keep a woman from entering the main hall. She watched, as the woman was so wrapped up as to be invisible.

"Madam is asleep!" said the butler.

"I don't care! She will see me!" shouted the woman, who thought if she were loud enough that barriers would fall.

"I will not interrupt Madam and I don't care if you do say you are her mother. I do not know you, nor will I allow you to enter her house or her bedroom unannounced," said the harried man.

"Fine. Get me my daughter. Now!" yelled the woman.

Gwen snuck back to the bedroom trying to decide if she wanted to get dressed or stay in her robe. She was looking for her slippers when the butler knocked on the door. She tried to get to it quickly, but Ralph and James both woke.

"Madam, a woman purporting to be your mother is here," said the butler.

"I'll be down in a few minutes. Show her into the front sitting room," said Gwen. She still couldn't find one of her slippers and was hunting it when Ralph cleared his throat.

"I take it from George's tone that your mother is being a problem?" asked Ralph.

"She was yelling at him to let her up here," said Gwen.

"Well, that would have been a visual treat," said James.

"Oh no. It would have been a scene," said Gwen. "One I could do without."

"And why do you think she's shown up now, nearly a year after we married?" asked Ralph.

"Probably wondering why I hadn't called her here to hold my hand during laying in," said Gwen.

"Oh, she wants grandchildren does she?" asked James.

"Yes. She writes me weekly asking leading questions," said Gwen. "I keep telling her that there are none and to stop worrying, but I guess she decided to see for herself if I was lying or if I was dead and someone else was writing letters in my hand."

James laughed. "You should have let her come upstairs," he said.

"Oh no. I don't need her making that kind of trouble either," said Gwen. "Although it would get her off my back. It would just make it terribly interesting next time any of us went out."

"You think she'd try to blacken our names? As if we hadn't done enough of that already?" asked Ralph.

"Exactly that. She's in a right snit from what I could tell. Let me talk to her and see if I can get her to leave. If not, then I'll welcome help from both of you," Gwen said as she headed out the door.

"Shall we dress, or just appear straight out of bed like our dear Gwen?" asked James.

"Let's listen at the door. If it goes well, we will dress. If not, we'll walk in as is," said Ralph.

"Mother, what on earth are you doing here?" asked Gwen as she came into the sitting room. There was a maid trying to light a fire and it was obvious that Lady Whitlow wouldn't speak until the maid had left.

"I've come to see that you were alright," said Lady Whitlow. "While you return my letters, it is as if you have no more use for your family. Nor do you show any signs of producing an heir for your husband. What is wrong with you?"

"I'm perfectly fine mother. I have answered your letters and in spite of what you think, I have a busy social life and it takes some effort to run the estates. I help Ralph with this. As for having children, I'm not worried about that at the moment," said Gwen.

"What? Have you not been doing your wifely duties?" asked Lady Whitlow.

"Of course I have mother! I'm not a nun!" said Gwen a little louder than she meant to, but her mother was driving her over the edge.

"I somehow doubt that. If you were a dutiful wife, I would have expected at least one grandchild by now, or at least one on the way," said Lady Whitlow.

"Mother! You are impossible! Just because I don't have children doesn't mean I'm not a good wife. I am not a broodmare or a bitch producing puppies on a schedule!" Gwen yelled.

"Nor do I wish her to be," said Ralph as he walked into the room. He was in his dressing robe and he hadn't tied it tight.

"Sir! This is a private discussion between my daughter and me," said Lady Whitlow.

"No, not when you shout loud enough to wake me, madam," said Ralph. He walked over and wrapped Gwen in his arms in an affectionate manner. "Nor do I approve of you upsetting my wife."

"She was my daughter first and owes me some obedience!" yelled Lady Whitlow.

"Madam, you push the limits of hospitality. Lower your voice or I will lower it for you," Ralph growled.

Lady Whitlow had the brains to shut up even if it was only for a moment. "Sir, you must understand that I have been concerned for my daughter. Surely by now she should have had a child. Unless, perhaps you are unmanned and unable to have children?" she said.

Ralph laughed. "First you barge into my house. Then you berate my servant and then my wife. Now you insult me. Gwen, I am so very sorry that you have had to deal with this," he said. "James!"

James appeared in the room a moment later, dressed similarly to Ralph. "Yes Ralph?" he asked.

"Would you please take Gwen back to bed and comfort her?" Ralph asked.

"Sir! Would you let another man put your wife to bed?" cried Lady Whitlow. "What kind of man are you?"

"Mother shut up! Ralph and James are loving men. That Ralph trusts James with my person is fine by me," said Gwen. She'd had enough of her mother.

"You whore! You Slattern!" said Lady Whitlow.

"No mother, I'm not. However, I am very much like my namesake, Guinevere. I have my king and my Sir Lancelot. What I do in my own home is my business. I would very much like it if you left now and never came back. Give my love to father," said Gwen who then left on James' arm.

Lady Whitlow stood to continue yelling at Gwen and Ralph stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"I suggest you leave as my wife suggested. We are happy with our arrangements. No one in our circle cares one whit about how we live our lives. Nor should you. I am sorry that my wife has not produced grandchildren on a regular basis to your liking. I think you have other daughters that you can browbeat into providing them. I hope that they have loving marriages and husbands to support them when you come visiting. Never darken our doorway again," said Ralph. At that point, he took Lady Whitlow by the elbow and led her to the door and after shoving her out, slammed it shut.

Ralph looked over to where George was standing. "Do not let that woman back in here unless we are all dead and buried," Ralph said.

"Yes M'lord. I'm sorry M'lord, I didn't know," said George.

"Not your fault. That woman is a pain and should be whipped. On second thought, no. She'd probably bitch the entire time and never get any benefit from it. We are heading back to bed. Tea in an hour please," said Ralph as he headed upstairs.

"Yes M'lord," said George.

Ralph walked into the bedroom not knowing how Gwen had taken all of the yelling, or him tossing her mother out. When he got there, James was in bed with Gwen and cuddling her. He could see she'd been crying.

"Ah love, it's okay," said Ralph.

"I... I know, bububut she's so horrid, and I can't bbbelieve she acted like that," sniffed Gwen.

"I kept telling her it was okay, but she still cried," said James looking at Ralph. Both men loved Gwen and the thought of someone else hurting her besides them was unconscionable.

Ralph nodded and climbed back into bed with them. Gwen rolled over and curled up in Ralph's arms. He held her while she finished crying. He stroked her back and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"I.. I was so mad at her and yet she still upset me," said Gwen at last.

"I thought the comment about Guinevere very good," said James. Very witty and dead on."

"Agreed," said Ralph.

Gwen just looked at the men, sniffed and dried her eyes. She managed a wane smile. "I guess that was pretty good. I always wanted to be Guinevere when I grew up, sharing her name and all. I just never thought I'd really have two lovers," she said.

"You do have two men who love you dearly. We don't care that there aren't children. If someday you want one, fine. Otherwise, we enjoy tupping you until your eyes cross and inventing new ways to play with you," said Ralph.

"Yes," said James. "Which reminds me. We have these aching cocks just waiting to be sucked..."

That made Gwen giggle. She reached under the covers and felt both men, who were actually soft. "Aching cocks? Are you sure?" she asked.

"Well, they will be in a few minutes. After George brings tea," said Ralph. He ruffled Gwen's hair and then kissed her. He knew he loved her, but it wasn't until Gwen's mother came in like a fox amongst the chickens that he realized how much he loved Gwen and the fact that he shared her with James. He looked over at James and realized that the other man felt the same way.

After tea, Gwen knelt on the thick sheepskin rug in front of the roaring fire. She wore just her heavy robe as the room was cold. She sucked and kissed Ralph's cock. When he was about to burst, she turned her attentions to James. She teased them back and forth until James could take it no longer and came in her mouth.

"Ha!" cried Ralph. The bet had been that the first one to come would have to watch while the other one tupped Gwen. He'd also have to lick her clean afterwards.

"Bastard," laughed James.

"I'm not! My parents are married," laughed Ralph as he slid his cock into Gwen. He had knelt on the rug behind Gwen and held her by her hips as he built up a rhythm. Gwen was trying not to giggle. Ralph heard and smacked her thighs. "Wench!"

This made Gwen giggle all the more. She couldn't help it and soon she was giggling so hard she could barely stay on her knees. "Oh! Oh my..." she gasped as she came giggling.

By this point, James and Ralph were laughing as well. Ralph came and withdrew. Gwen rolled on her back and awaited James' attentions. His tongue made short work of Gwen, making her come until she nearly passed out. He cuddled her on the rug.

"So, what shall we do today?" asked Ralph.

"Besides tup our dear Gwen?" asked James.

"Yes, besides screw me senseless?" asked Gwen.