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I played my part well, at first hesitating, then darting a glance at Sarah which seemed to beg her forgiveness. I sought for reply that would give credence to my appearance not as an accomplice but as a submissive.

“I don’t mind if Sarah doesn’t,” I replied, thus endeavouring to convey that my sister had not struggled, screamed nor protested as much as she might have done.

“Oh, I do,” Sarah blurted, but realising that she was all but one against three immediately took on an awkward expression, compressed her lips and toyed with the bedcover as though her thoughts were really elsewhere.

“You are bound to. All of you are bound to,” my stepmother replied, “yet every step I take and every form of guidance I give you is for your own good. You have seen the lusting of the male and how he never frets to put his cock to a bottom or a cunny. Think you that we are to encourage such behaviour? Well, Sarah?” she asked sharply.

My sister showed retreat. “I don’t know what you might make us do now,” she mumbled.

“I shall make you pleasure yourselves and in so doing will guide you along such paths as will teach you how to discipline pleasure itself, how indeed to weave a net into which you will not yourselves fall victims, but will learn how to use it as a snare and a weapon. Let us take a practical case. You, Clarissa, would have fallen victim to your guardian in due course. I doubt it not and believe you do not also. You would have tired of struggling to keep his hands from your skirts and the warm bulge of your bottom. In due course apathy would have overcome you. A fumbling descent of your drawers would have occurred. Some errant fingering of his might have aroused you against your will. Torn between excitement and the fear of intrusion by another, you might have yielded haphazardly and taken the steaming cock in your quim silently and quickly until his lust was expelled and you were creamed.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Clarissa and cupped her face in her hands.

My stepmother took her wrists and drew them away slowly. “Swear to me that it could not possibly have happened and I will absolve you, Clarissa. Look into my eyes as you speak!” she declared solemnly.

Clarissa’s lips twisted. “I don’t… I don’t know,” she uttered lamely, whereat a victorious look came over her questioner’s face.

“Once he has rodded you, my sweet-as he surely will-you will become prey to his lusts, will lie in waiting for his coming, too timourous to object and having no one to run to. In part you will desire what you will receive and so will be the fluttering butterfly in his net Your cunny, oiled by his sperm, will throb so appealingly as to make you forget your scruples.”

“Oh, scruples, indeed! How can you speak of them after what you have subjected us to,” burst forth my sister whom I expected to be immediately smacked at the least for that, but our stepmother spoke to her most softly.

“A stave of good wood hardens in flame, my love, and so shall you. Remember this as a precept all your life. Do not give way to emotion for it is the worst of teachers, producing only abject pupils whose minds run hither and thither and have no resting place. Clarissa knows the truth of what I speak-do you not, Clarissa? Say quickly, girl, what lies immediately in your mind.”

“Yes,” Clarissa said simply and would again have covered her face but was prevented.

“Your truthfulness, my dear, is like a shining light amid so much duplicity in the world,” she was told, no doubt to her great surprise. “I propose then,” my stepmother went on, “to hasten events, though entirely to your advantage. You have freely confessed that the lips of your cunny, and-I have no doubt-your succulent bottomhole as well-will open in time to your guardian’s cock. So be it, but it shall not be in circumstances of shame and wonder, but of womanly pride and, yea, victory!”

“You… you do not mean NOW?” gasped Clarissa.

“What better time, my dear, now that I have made him subject to my whims? Let him be subject to yours also. He will be duly punished afterwards, while you yourself will be feted.”

“Madam, I cannot!” expostulated Clarissa, this interruption being however ignored.

“Have Bertha bring him up,” my stepmother said to me, accentuating sharply the command bring.

“Oh! I cannot watch THIS!” jerked Sarah, who sprang up.

“You cannot? Really?” came the cold reply. “Very well, Sarah. It cannot be said that I have not done my very best to bring you to the true way of womanhood. You have, then, a week to mend your ways or I shall have no recourse but to put you under to as good and stiff a penis as I know. Go to your room!”

Hot-cheeked, my sister fled-I tactfully allowing her to before descending the stairs and entering the drawing room. Robert and Charlie were not to be seen. Clarissa’s guardian had been loosed from the chair but not from his bonds. His wrists now were secured behind his back and the movements of his legs were impeded by a hobble, which is to say a short length of rope tied to both ankles that permitted him to take only a short step at a time. He was also now gagged.

“He is to go up?” asked Bertha who appeared to know everything and who must have been in league with my stepmother for quite a while. I nodded and stood to one side as she snapped around his neck the selfsame houndcollar that Robert had worn and led him stumbling forward. His eyes appeared glazed, as well they might, though his erection threatened to burst his trousers. All a-gog, I followed them up discreetly, his passage being necessarily slow.

The bedroom door to my stepmother’s private abode was closed. Bertha knocked in true servant style and waited. An interval obtained before the command “Enter!” was called. “Close the door!” she commanded me as we went in, and there upon the bed I saw Clarissa kneeling, naked to her stockings and shoes and with her bottom jutting moonlike over the side of the bed.

Her guardian’s eyes bulged and his complexion took on a crimson hue. It was as well perhaps that the gag impeded his speech, though hollow sounds were to be heard coming from beneath it. Receiving a sharp smack on his brawny buttocks, he was pushed forward by Bertha until he stood in waiting immediately behind his pretended ward’s luscious derriere which gleamed its pallor most invitingly, the sprouts of cunt-curls showing dark beneath.

Holding her head up and with breasts proudly heaving, my stepmother addressed him.

“A new word is about to enter your vocabulary, sir, for I doubt that you already know it. Clarissa is to be serviced, or-as a farmhand might put it-she is to be covered. Your bonds are intended to assure that you do not otherwise defile her sweet form with your mauling hands. Spread your knees wider, Clarissa, for a lady need have no hesitation in doing so before a serf. Have his trousers down, Bertha, and let us see his equipment and whether I deem him sufficiently well hung for the task. Ah yes… a reasonable exhibit. His balls weigh well, do they not?”

“Fair as big as my husband’s, m’am,” said Bertha, who for a moment brought them from under his upstanding tool on her palm and then let them dangle again. The man’s head shook wildly, but no mute gestures could avail him now. The prize he had so desired was well displayed before him, but in circumstances that I doubt he could have dreamed of. He snorted as my stepmother took hold of his big leathery prick and rubbed it suavely with her fingers. The knob glistened in its huge swelling and the veins upon the stem stood out fit to burst.

“The principal pleasure is to be Clarissa’s,” my stepmother informed him briskly. “You will not therefore come before you have afforded her at least fifty full strokes of your cock. I shall guard your motions well. Fail to pleasure her and you will receive this a dozenfold!”

Thus saying she produced a cane which looked most fearsome in its aspect, causing his head to waggle as though it might fall off. I gathered that he was denying any intended weakness on his part.

“Clarissa henceforth will be your true Mistress, which is to say that she will ordain your movements, your monetary disbursements, and such pleasurings-or not-that she feels in a mood to dispose. Should you at any time choose to disobey her, you will know my wrath, sir!”