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CHAPTER TWELVE

Mildred sat on the edge of her bed and looked at Doris with that cool, self-possessed expression on her face.

"What Willis said is partly true, Doris, but…" she shrugged her shoulders, eloquently, "you've seen enough of Willis to realize that he fantasizes, imagines things, exaggerates…"

"He-he thinks I'm a doll," Doris blurted, "just for him – to do what he wants with – use and abuse…"

Mildred gave her a piercing stare. "No one abuses you!"

"He spanked me," Doris muttered, "… ripped off my panties and spanked me!"

"I saw him carrying you toward the manor," said Mildred carefully, "holding you protectively as though you were something very precious, very important."

"That-that was after," Doris mumbled, her eyes downcast.

Mildred glanced at a pile of bills that lay on her dresser. "I was counting the money," she said, softly. "Mister Macallister gave you eighty dollars too much!" She fixed a penetrating gaze on Doris' face: "Why is that?"

The color flooded Doris' cheeks. "That money's mine," she blurted. "I-I mixed my money with the rent money."

Mildred smiled; a slow, knowing smile. "Barney gave it to you, didn't he, Doris?"

The color drained out of Doris' face. "Well – I…" she stammered.

"You don't have to explain," said Mildred, coolly. "I know all about Barney and the things he likes." She made her voice very soft. "Did you enjoy it? Eighty dollars for doing something you liked is all right!"

Doris didn't answer.

"But you don't have to be so Goddamned smug!" Mildred shot out. "Complaining about poor Willis when you've just been jerking your hot pussy up and down on an old man's cock till he came." Then she added, softly, "For eighty dollars, of course, I'm sure that that made it right!"

Doris jerked to her feet. "Stop it! What makes you think you can talk to me like this?"

Mildred looked surprised.

"You're an employee of Romily Manor, Doris." Her voice was soft. "I can say what I like to you because I'm the mistress of the manor. You work here – and do what you're told!" Her voice rose sharply on the last words.

"I don't have to stay here," Doris snapped. "I can walk right out… I don't have to put up with your half-witted son trying to rape me whenever he feels like it. I don't have to…"

"You don't have to do anything, do you, Doris?" Mildred put in coldly. "You can do whatever you like, can't you? But you liked it well enough when Willis was waiting for you in your bedroom last night – you didn't come crying rape then!"

"You planned it that way," whispered Doris. "You-you got me worked up, watching what you were doing to Mabel and George, then you made me please you, satisfy you – then you left me up in the air – way up high and dry…"

"And dear Willis was waiting for you in your room – with his huge organ all ready, no doubt – he was just what the doctor ordered, wasn't he, Doris?" Mildred spoke quickly.

"You planned it all!"

"But you enjoyed it!" Mildred's voice was sharp.

Doris was silent for a long moment, then: "But, I don't have to put up with being abused all the time. I-I…"

"D'you get paid enough, Doris?" Mildred's voice was sugar-sweet. "Would you like more?"

"It's not the money," Doris muttered.

"Any extras you get – like from Barney, you can keep, of course – that's all yours!"

"Well…"

"You have a choice," snapped Mildred, "staying or leaving; punishment or pleasure?"

Doris jerked her head up. "What d'you mean: punishment or pleasure?"

"I'll show you," said Mildred, giving Doris a Mona Lisa smile then touching the bell-push beside her bed.

Doris stared at the self-possessed woman in mingled confusion and shock; then there was a tap at the door.

"All right, come in," called Mildred.

Mabel and George entered, looking as though they'd been waiting for the summons.

They must have been outside the door all the time, Doris thought with fright. This is all pre-planned! Is everything Mildred does so very well-planned beforehand?

"Fasten her to the punishment stool," said Mildred, casually.

Doris' eyes jerked open wide. The stool!

"No!" she screamed, "I won't do it – no, no, no!"

Mildred lit a cigarette while Mabel dragged the strange stool from its place in the closet.

Doris made a lunge for the door, but George blocked her, regretfully but stolidly. "Relax, Miss Dainton," he murmured.

Miss Dainton! She felt like laughing hysterically.

They stripped off her skirt, removed her shredded panties then tied her face down over the leather-covered stool. With vicious pleasure, Mabel tightened the straps that held her wrists and ankles in place.

"Get me the strap," said Mildred, and Doris' mind careened wildly. It isn't possible! This can't be happening to me! I've seen this happen to Mabel… but me, Doris, it isn't real!

"No, no, no!" she screamed. "Stop it – I want to go – I'm not staying here – yiiiiiiih!" The high sound of fear spiraled from her lips.

"Please, Doris," said Mildred, patiently, "if you persist in screaming I'll have to gag your mouth – the sound is hurting my ears!"

"Relax, Miss Dainton," said George in his level voice.

She screamed again, and the sound seemed to excite Mildred. "See how her bottom squirms each time she screams," she hissed.

"Is this the right strap, Ma'am?" George asked.

"Yesss," Mildred hissed. "I don't want to break the skin – this two-inch thickness is perfect."

Petrified with fear, Doris heard the rustle of movement behind her; heard Mabel draw in her breath with an excited sound of anticipation… then the strap whistled through the air. The sharp pain cut through her buttocks, piercing from one sensitive cheek to the other then throbbing all over her bottom.

She screamed again – with rage as well as pain. That they should do this to me!

The strap slashed down again, and she screamed again.

Again, the slap of the leather then the shrill sound from her lips. Hazily, she remembered how Mabel had urinated when Mildred had punished her and as the thought ran through her mind, she felt wetness between her thighs and knew that her bladder had reacted under the stress and pain.

"Oh, pleeeeze," she moaned, "no more – please!"

Miraculously, the slashing ceased.

"Such soft young flesh," Mildred whispered; then she felt fingers pinching her bottom, squeezing abused flesh cruelly but sensually and something stiff but narrow stabbed into her anus. "Hot little asshole," murmured Mildred. "She's a delicious piece of flesh. How could I ever let her go?"

There was a rustle of movement again, then Mildred snapped, "Is Doctor Basil here yet?"

"Waiting outside, Ma'am," said George in his deferential voice.

"Have him come in," Mildred snapped.

Doris heard the sound of the door opening, then Mildred spoke to Mabel. "Get the box from the dresser."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Mabel, eagerly, and Doris knew from the tone of the cook's voice that she was looking forward to jabbing an electrode into her sensitive anus, then sending in searing shocks.

"No," she moaned, "please, Mildred, not that!"

"Be patient, dear," said her mistress. "Punishment before pleasure!"

Mabel's voice was hungry. "Shall I stick it in her, Ma'am?"

"No!" Doris screamed, "oh, no!"

"Proceed, Mabel," said Mildred, her voice calm, "don't hurt her more than you have to!"

Doris felt as though her bottom was protruding up to the ceiling; she wanted to draw the cheeks in, contract her buttocks and make her small anus even smaller.

Mabel probed at the wet opening; Doris felt the cool end of the electrode touching the inner tissue, then Mabel stabbed it in, deeply, cruelly.

She screamed again; racked with pain but hopeless.

"Now turn on the current," said Mildred.

The jolt made her flatten her belly against the leather-covered stool; an agonizing pain spiraled through her anus and into the base of her belly.

"Again," said Mildred, "just watch the water squirt from her pussy – it's a most exciting sight!"

The fierce current throbbed through her flesh again, making her squeal with agony, bite at her lips and urinate again.

"Just one more," said Mildred.

This time Doris jerked herself up until only the straps kept her body from twisting off the stool. The shocks throbbed all over her, paralyzing her throat so that she couldn't even scream any more.

"That'll be enough," said Mildred. "We don't want the poor girl to faint – we have so much more in store for her." Then she laughed, a sickening sadistic laugh.

"What are you doing?" It was Doctor Marston's voice.

"Ah, Basil," said Mildred, "you've brought your appliance – your magic box?"

"Yes," he answered, "but what're you doing to this poor girl?"

"Make them stop!" Doris screamed. "They're torturing me, Doctor, make them stop!"

"It's just an experiment," said Mildred, coolly, "just like your tests!"

"My tests!" He sounded angry. "Release this young girl immediately – my tests provide pleasure, not pain!"

"That's why you're here, Basil; you're going to provide the pleasure!" Mildred spoke soothingly.

"I'll have nothing to do with it," Basil's voice was harsh, "I'm leaving – unfasten the girl and I'll drive her to the station!"

"Basil!" Mildred's voice was like the crack of a whip. "You're forgetting something. I give the orders around here – not you! You do what you're told, Basil, exactly what you're told, or else…" She stopped, ominously.

Doris heard the ex-doctor drawing in his breath, then when he spoke, his voice was strangely subdued. "What do you plan to do?"

"That's better," Mildred murmured. "Just excite her anus – gently, Basil, bring her to a state of relaxed eroticism and then we'll untie her before we proceed any further."

"I don't like this," he muttered. "I don't like any part of it!"

"But you'll do it," said Mildred. "You know very well that you'll do it!"

Doris felt another hand touching her buttocks; gently this time, tenderly.

"Oh, Doctor," she moaned, "don't hurt me – I've been hurt enough already!"

"Don't worry, my dear," he whispered, "this won't cause you any pain."

She felt a slim tube being inserted up her sore asshole and jerked herself.

"Just keep still," he murmured. "You'll like this, Doris, really like it!" He pressed the electrode in more deeply, then she heard him step back.

In a moment, a soft, soothing current flowed into her anal opening, veered gently through her flesh, making it feel warm and causing her to forget the pain she'd suffered.

She drew in her thighs, squeezed them closed, trying to grip the tube with her pussy; it was thrilling her now, sending exciting stabs of pleasure zooming through her bottom.

"Ooohh," she moaned, "ooohh!"

Mildred laughed. "She likes it; her sexed-up pussy's getting happy now!"

"Leave me alone for a minute," Basil's voice was gruff. "I'll get her in the state you want in a few minutes but I want to do it without you here!"

There was a moment's silence, and Doris waited, feeling the soothing, sensual current pulsing into her body; thrilling her gently, relaxing her and making her fear diminish.

"Very well, Basil," said Mildred. "Make sure you get her into the right state." She laughed shortly. "We'll leave you with your guinea pig. Come with me." And Doris heard movements as Mabel and George exited with Mildred.

She could hear him breathing before he spoke: "Feel better now?"

"Yes," Doris murmured, moving her bottom very slowly and feeling the electrode send out its magic throbs, "but-but why-why do you do anything she tells you?"

Basil sighed. "There's nothing else I can do, Doris – she knows something about me; something that happened a long time ago, but she could use the knowledge to ruin my life if she wanted."

"Blackmail!" Doris hissed.

He gave a dry laugh. "More subtle than that! Very genteel pressure, veiled threats." His voice dropped down. "I can't afford to take a chance, Doris!"

She was silent, thinking about what he'd said: that explained some things that she hadn't understood. Mildred can force him to do anything she wants!

His hands went onto her buttocks and he lifted her higher on the bench. "Relax your pussy," he murmured. She did as he told her, then the familiar electrode was slid between her vaginal lips.

Doris drew in her breath when the first sweet shock rocked into her. "Ooohh," she murmured, "that's nice, Doctor."

"Don't call me doctor," he muttered, "don't remind me – just call me Basil."

But Doris was paying little attention to his words. The sensuous thrills were throbbing into her vulva, making her clitoris jerk and pulse with excitement. She wriggled her bottom, felt the thrilling current run from her anus to her pussy.

"It-it's going to make me come!" she hissed, her voice going high.

"Doris," Basil said tensely, "would you like me to-to get inside you?" He drew in a sobbing breath. "Would you like me to fuck you while you're electrically aroused?"

"Ooohh, Basil," Doris moaned, almost delirious with excitement, "you can do anything-anything you want!" She pressed back with her buttocks and he saw the red orifice of her anus expanding round the tube.

His hands trembled when he ripped open his pants, let his erect organ burst out. He stood close behind her naked, writhing flesh then withdrew the tube from her pussy. Carefully, he steered his cock into the wet opening, feeling her vaginal walls close around his shaft, hugging it. His hand went to the knob that controlled the current flowing into her anus, and he turned it very gently. Doris made a wet sound of pleasure, and Basil stood very still, feeling her pussy contracting as the mild shock ran through her flesh so that the soft walls hugged his cock more firmly. He increased the power; her pussy jerked closed, tightening its grip on his cock, then expanding, closing again.

Basil closed his eyes; felt the sweat streaming down his face. This was the ultimate thrill: standing motionless; feeling a juicy young cunt suck, grip and hug his organ.

"I-I'm going to come," Doris mumbled, squirming.

He could feel the head of his organ swelling, growing thicker and thicker until the walls gripped it like a snug velvet glove.

"Aaarth!" he gasped, starting to orgasm. "Doris – oh, Doris!"

Doris felt as though she might faint again: her pussy was vibrating, squeezing on the delicious cock that filled her hot, wet vulva. "Eeeeeh!" she squealed, "I can't stop myself. Eeeeh, Basil – I'm blasting!"

The orgasm rocked through her body, making her pussy palpitate, sucking every last drop of the hot, spurting juice from Basil's spitting cock. He turned the power up high, sending strong sensual waves jolting into her asshole – then flowing through her body to her pussy until the current was transmitted to his cock.

The sex-juice drained out and he leaned forward limply. She was still writhing herself, squirming her buttocks and letting the soft, wet sounds drip from her lips.

"That was-was like heaven," she whispered. "Please do it again!"

The voice hit her ears like a thunderbolt. "I think you've had sufficient of Basil's cock for now, Doris." Mildred gave her dry laugh. "It's as I suspected, Basil; you wanted to sample her young pussy yourself." She added, "Again. Now," her voice became brisk, "complete the preparations on her body!"

"No," moaned Doris, "you're not going to hurt me again."

"Don't worry, Doris dear," said Mildred, "you've had your punishment – now it's time for your pleasure, as I promised."

Dazedly, still experiencing a sweet sensation from the residue of the electrical treatment, Doris felt Mabel and George unfastening the straps which bound her, then leading her to the bed.

She was completely nude now, her blouse having been removed at the start of the punishment session, and her breasts felt heavy, the nipples stiff and demanding.

They had sat her on the edge of the bed; now, she dropped onto her back, passed her hand across her nipples.

Mildred stared at the naked, sensuous flesh, then she licked at her lips with quick flicks of her tongue.

"Her body's still hungry," she whispered. She moved up close, reached down, touched the top of Doris' sexual slit.

She flinched when Mildred's finger touched her clitoris.

"Oohh," she moaned, "oohh – I'm on fire all over!" She touched her breasts again, then squeezed at the nipples.

"Mabel!" Mildred snapped. "Eat her nipples!" She leaned over Doris. "There's no one, absolutely no one, my dear, who can lick nipples as exquisitely as Mabel!"

The cook moved onto the bed; lay at the side of Doris.

Doris looked into her face with momentary fear. "You-you hate me, don't you?" she mumbled.

Mabel smiled. "No, Miss…" Her lower lip quivered. "Maybe I'm envious because you're so young and enticing." She moved her face over Doris' breasts, then added, "because everyone wants to do things to you – to your luscious, young body…" her eyes went onto Doris' as she added in a whisper, "even me!" Then her mouth went down and she drew a nipple between her lips, sweetly and sensuously, and tickled the tip with her tongue. Doris sighed; then felt someone doing something between her open thighs.

"It's all right," said Basil's voice when Doris jerked. "I'm inserting the electrode." She felt the tube sliding into her vulva and opened her thighs wider, sighed with pleasurable anticipation.

Mabel's mouth was doing delicious things to her nipples now; switching from one to the other, keeping them both at a throbbing peak of excitement. When she wasn't kissing one, she squeezed it with her clever fingers, then reversed and repeated the process.

The electrode was gradually increasing the strength of its thrilling waves inside her pussy and Doris was experiencing a euphoric, all-embracing sensation of sensuality in all parts of her body. This is worth waiting for – this is pure heaven! The thought flickered in her mind and she squirmed herself, feeling every part of her body alive and aware.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Mildred murmured as she seated herself on the bed and looked into Doris' face.

Doris jerked open her eyes and a momentary haze of fear shielded them. "Why-why are you doing this to me?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Oh, yes," Doris sighed, "but why?" She moved her breasts, felt Mabel's soft lips caressing the nipples with delicious persistence.

"Because I want to show you how nice things can be. I want you to see that you can have a lot of pleasure here… because I want you to stay with us."

Doris blinked, thinking about the strange, sensuous but exciting woman's words.

"Do you want to stay at Romily Manor?" Mildred asked.

A deep throb jolted from the electrode to the top of her vulva and Doris felt her clitoris vibrate. "Oooohh," she moaned, "oooooh – oooohh!"

"What are you thinking about now?" Mildred asked.

Doris screwed shut her eyes, considered the question. "My-my pussy," she whispered at last. "How it's throbbing… it keeps coming to the-the brink of an orgasm, then dying down, then rising up again. It's wonderful – and my breasts are on fire, all throbbing at the tips!"

"What else would you like? What else is in your mind? What do you see when you screw shut your eyes?" Mildred hissed into Doris' face.

The color heated Doris' cheeks. A cock! I want a cock in my pussy! She squirmed. A thick, massive cock!

"I-I want," she stammered, "a-a cock!" She opened her eyes; watched Mildred's expression.

"Can you see it in your mind? Can you see what you want?" Mildred's voice was tense and tight.

Doris closed her eyes again; drew her eyebrows together in a frown of concentration. I can see it! A huge, monstrous thing with red and purple veins and it keeps swelling, getting bigger while the ball at the end gets redder! The thrills seemed to flow through her flesh with renewed intensity. I want it now! I need it – I want to be fucked – right now!

Doris kept her eyes closed; seeing the massive balls behind the thick cock – then above them, high up, the face of the man… a slavering, idiot face… She jerked open her eyes.

"Is this it?" Mildred asked, pointing the huge penis at Doris' face. "Is it Willis' cock that you want?" And the thick-set young man grinned down at Doris, slavering, drooling and rolling his eyes while his mother held his cock so delicately and pointed it at the face of the girl she was going to let him fuck.

"Yes!" Doris whispered, "that's it!" And she opened her legs wider, felt Mildred pulling out the electrode, then Willis dropped onto her belly and the massive shaft drove into her, thrilling her and bringing her to an intense, throbbing orgasm while Mabel still sucked her nipples.

"You see," said Mildred afterward, "there are so many things here that you like." She smiled at Doris. Willis had left the room with Basil and George while Mabel was busy, smearing a new, exotic kind of cream on every sensual part of Doris' still-naked body.

"Yes," Doris murmured, "I can see that." Her eyes clouded, momentarily. "But I was frightened, Mildred, when you did those terrible things to me!"

"But they thrilled you in the end!"

"But they hurt me, really scared me!"

"Punishment before pleasure," Mildred murmured, "but the pleasure's worth all that goes before." She paused, then: "But that won't ever be necessary again, will it?"

"I don't think so," whispered Doris.

"So you'll stay here!" There was relief in Mildred's voice.

Doris drew her brows together. "I don't think there's anything else I can do," she squirmed, "the way I feel – all sensuous and aroused… I get worked up so quickly that I have to have relief!"

"It's always available here," murmured Mildred.

"Yes," said Doris, "I can see that!"

"I've wanted to have someone like you with me for a long time," said Mildred, "but I doubted that I'd ever find the person I wanted."

Doris stared at her mistress.

"You're very much like me, you know," Mildred smiled down at her.

Doris' mouth dropped open in surprise.

"And you'll be much more so when you're older!"

"Why do you say that?" gasped Doris.

Mildred smiled. "I can tell." She took a deep breath. "I'm not as young as I was – and I worry about Willis sometimes. If I wasn't here, God knows what might happen to him – they might even put him away in some institution. The poor boy'd really go out of his mind then. Of course if you were here…" she looked at Doris very intently, "… as a legal guardian, in charge of the manor, there wouldn't be any problem."

"Don't talk like that, Mildred. You're all right – what makes you think that something'll happen to you?"

Mildred smiled. "Nothing really, I'm just thinking out loud – and I want to know how you feel about the idea."

Doris moved herself gently as Mabel massaged a very sensitive part of her body. "I-I don't know what to say, Mildred. I don't even like to think about it!" Her eyes were troubled.

"That's all right," Mildred reassured her. "I intend to be around for a long time yet – but I want to be sure you'll stay!"

"I'll stay, Mildred, I promise. I want to stay – there doesn't seem anything else I want to do!"

Mildred hesitated, then: "And Willis – what about him?"

Doris stared at Mildred. "You-you mean him being after me all the time, trying to get into my pussy?"

"That's what I mean," Mildred said.

"I don't mind," said Doris. She giggled. "In fact, I'm beginning to like it!"

Mildred smiled. "I thought you would," she whispered. "You're a dear girl, Doris, a very sweet girl!"

Doris smiled back, then a dreamy expression came onto her face. "Willis has got a-an amazing cock!" She giggled.

Mildred nodded. "I know just how amazing it is!"

Doris looked at her face slyly. "I'm sure you do!"

Mildred laughed. "And it's always in a state of erection; always ready!"

"So I've noticed."

"Just a glimpse under your skirt – just one little hair of your pussy makes him want to masturbate."

"I guessed that!"

"He even masturbates at the dinner table!"

"I've seen him," Doris admitted.

Mildred looked at Doris, fondly. "I think you'll fit in perfectly here."

Doris nodded. "I'm beginning to think that, too."

"The money," said Mildred, "you can save just about all I pay you – and then there are extras…"

"Like Barney Macallister?"

Mildred laughed. "Like that – and I'm sure there'll be more if you want it!"

Doris was thoughtful, then: "And Doctor Basil?"

"He'll always be here," said Mildred, "whenever you want to see him, he'll be ready." She met Doris' eyes: "He'll do anything you want – anything!"

"That'll be nice," murmured Doris. "I like him."

"He's downstairs now," said Mildred. "I'd go down and invite him to stay for dinner."

Mabel's hands did delicious things between Doris' thighs.

"And Doris," said Mildred, "tonight…" she hesitated.

"Yes?"

Mildred took a deep breath. "Would you like to have Basil stimulate both of us, and after…" she wet her lips, "we'll spend the night together in my bed?"

A new kind of excitement throbbed through Doris' body. She had never really experienced the delights of another woman's body.

"There are some-some new things I could show you," murmured Mildred, her voice strangely unsteady.

"Oh, yes," hissed Doris, "oh, Mildred, yes!"

Doris followed Mildred with her eyes as the older woman left the bedroom.

Mabel massaged, silently, thoroughly.

"Deeper!" muttered Doris, squirming her young flesh. "Dig in deep, keep me aroused, touch every throbbing part of me – make me come and come and come because I can never have enough. The more I get, the more I want. Appease me, Mabel, now!"

And Doris twisted herself onto her face as the cook's skillful, experienced hands did voluptuous things to every sensuous part of her erotic body.