Her mouth was always occupied, her head was held in a grip so that there was no escape from swallowing every drop of their seed.
Lillian was so tired but there was absolutely nothing she could do, as one man followed another. She was filled in all her orifices with their seed, and copious it was too. If only she could move, assume a different position, but the way she had been clipped on the chair made this totally impossible.
Lillian was totally exhausted but she just couldn't rest, not with all those clips on her and those cocks inside her. Her bottom ached, her sex ached, and her jaw as well, and there was no relief from the pain. She was convinced at one stage that she passed out, but if she had when she woke up, she was still being relentlessly fucked.
It was the guards who eventually released her, taking her away still blindfolded and hosing her down again, and seeing how exhausted she was, barely able to stand on her feet. They chained her to the wall and let her sleep.
When she woke up they had removed the blindfold. Grimaldi was standing above her.
She looked up to him, her eyes pleading. 'Is Lord Willingham here for me?'
'Oh, girlie, no. He's not coming back for another week.'
Grimaldi was actually lying as Lord Willingham had only intended Lillian to stay there for one night. The whole point, apart from keeping Grimaldi happy, was to consolidate his power over her. Lord Willingham had a double threat now. He had the terrifying threat of perpetual conscious darkness and also a return to the police station should Lillian err.
Lillian had been so glad to see him. The battle was over. Never would she disobey this indomitable man again. She would serve him as best as she could, do whatever he wanted her to do so that she never again had to go back to prison or be bound and gagged. She could wear clothes in his house, she could cook and occasionally speak with Sonia. Lord Willingham strongly disapproved of her reading books or newspapers and only let her watch inane problems on the television in case she got ideas. She was taught how to look after him, when to run his bath, wash and iron his clothes and cater for him in any way he required.
Occasionally, as a reminder of how terrible it had been when she was disobedient, Willingham would make her don the hood and chain her to the bed. This would happen especially if she was remiss in her new duties, if she forget to shave her mound, for example, which she was expected to do every other day.
She was completely made to forget her task of writing Hyde-Lee's biography. In fact Hyde-Lee had decided to undertake this activity himself and it kept him extremely busy for most of the day, as he continued to recuperate from his illness. Lillian was hardly ever allowed to see him, nor did she really have any great desire to. Her real master was Willingham, and the only other man she had to take seriously was Everton, whom Willingham would sometimes delegate responsibility to for chastising her.
Several weeks passed in this fashion, the warmth of early spring passed into the sweltering heat of summer and then beyond. Through email and telephone Lillian was allowed to keep in touch with friends, but Willingham insisted in listening in to all telephone conversations and if he glanced disapprovingly at something Lillian said, she would be required to draw the conversation to a close and hang up. Likewise, all her correspondence, be it conventional or electronic, was inspected and approved by Willingham, and of course any visits by friends were strictly prohibited.
To ask whether Lillian was happy or unhappy would be to misunderstand the state of her mind. It was no longer her business to seek contentment, only to seek the contentment of her master, Lord Willingham. It was he who had manipulated her mind until Lillian ceased to exist as an independent individual. Her contentment, such as it was, came through her master, her satisfaction only to know that she was permitted to wear clothes, see, hear and smell, these basic objectives could only be achieved through her master, who had the power at any time to withdraw her from the world and shunt her back into darkness.
Occasionally she would be required to please Lord Willingham's guests, either by pleasuring them or letting them punish her. One such guest was Ralph Simmons who had come towards the late summer. When Lillian saw him she had the strange sensation of having met him before at some book launch, but that had occurred in some other life that she no longer thought of as belonging to her.
Ralph Simmons, on the other hand, remembered her well, for he had propositioned her and she had turned him down. When he told this to Willingham, Willingham burst out laughing.
'You know I was so convinced that she was the submissive type and that she would enjoy a firm hand or rod, but when I asked her to dinner she point blank refused.'
'When was this?' Willingham asked, still chuckling.
'Must be three or four years ago now.'
'Well, I can assure you that she won't turn you down now. How would you like her? You've always been fond of bra and panties, maybe a lead?'
'I say, that would be very satisfactory.'
'And I think we can allow you the riding crop for this one. Everton, go and prepare Lillian for us, and maybe you can prepare Penny too. We could have a good old-fashioned race.'
Everton found Lillian in the garden where she spent a good deal of her time if she had fulfilled all her responsibilities for that day. Although Lillian tried to satisfy every request made of her, her heart always sank when she saw Everton come to seek her out. Only last night, when Willingham was dining out, he had made both Sonia and Lillian kneel before him on his bed. He had taken it in turns to spank them and then buggered first Sonia and then Lillian, and just before he ejaculated Sonia had to take him in her mouth. He'd made them both sleep with him too, and insomniac that he was, when he had woken up in the middle of the night he entertained himself by sticking a dildo up their rears, just to watch both of them squirm. Neither Sonia nor Lillian were sure that their master would approve, but both were too frightened to say anything.
Everton took Lillian upstairs and got her to strip to her peach-coloured bra and panties. He attached the metal-studded collar, and then the lead then chained her to the bed. Lillian just hoped that she wouldn't be left like that for too long.
Next, Everton went downstairs and found Penny. Penny was more of a novelty for Everton, as he still had very fond memories of training her. He took her up to a room and got her to undress. Penny, remembering her stay at Lord Willingham's, was probably even more frightened of Everton than Lillian was. She shivered when she stood before him in her panties.
'On the bed, miss,' Everton commanded, removing his sizeable manhood from his briefs with one hand and holding a pearl dildo in the other.
Penny knelt down, beside him on the bed, and Everton pulled her juicy mouth onto his cock. She began to suck on him expertly. It was, after all, Everton more than anybody else who had instructed her in the art of oral sex. With his other hand free, he stretched the gusset of her panties aside and inserted the tip of the dildo inside her.
Penny gasped with the pleasure it caused. This was not what Everton wanted. He had so often been commanded by Willingham to bring pleasure to women that he hated doing it. He would rather cause them pain while at the same time they brought pleasure to him. He removed the dildo from Penny's sex and with only the mildest lubrication from her own sex he began to squirm it up her rear passage.
Penny wanted to cry out with the pain, but as with Lillian she knew that her master never permitted it. On top of that her mouth was full of Everton's manhood. It had the desired effect, though, that Everton thought it would, making her suck more ardently on him. It was not long, with the dildo slipping further and further inside Penny's bottom, that Everton ejaculated in her mouth.
Penny's hand automatically reached to her bottom in a vain attempt to quell the pain, but it was soon brushed aside by a punctilious Everton, aware that Willingham and Ralph Simmons were waiting for him.
A similar collar was attached to her neck, then a lead. She was made to crawl along the corridor in only her bra and panties on all fours.
When they reached Lillian's room, Penny was taken inside while Lillian was unbound from the bed. Then Everton took both women, Penny's lead in his right hand and Lillian's in his left, to Willingham's private study.
Lillian had talked to Penny before, but she knew that when they were on duty like this, neither of them was even permitted to look at each other.
'Oh, what a beautiful sight!' Willingham exclaimed as both women were led into the room. Maybe you could place them there on the rug so we can inspect them.'
Everton took both women and deposited them in the middle of the rug, where Willingham and Ralph Simmons could inspect their panty-clad bottoms.
'You know I like looking at a girl with her panties on, knowing that in a moment we are going to rip them off and give them a good flogging.'
Lillian winced at the thought of being flogged. It didn't happen very often but when it did it hurt like mad, particularly if Willingham delegated the task to Everton.
'Bottoms up, girls,' Willingham ordered.
Both girls stuck their bottoms in the air as high as they could.
'Ralph, perhaps if you would like to do the honours.'
'Certainly,' Simmons agreed. 'I have to say I think Penny looks all the better since we shaved her,' he continued as he pulled her skimpy panties down clear of her bottom and then completely clear of her body. 'Just look at those sex lips, so soft, so juicy.'
Both men bent down and ran their fingers over the protruding lips of Penny's sex.
A strange memory gripped Lillian's mind. She was drinking a white wine soda, talking to a man at some kind of party. She didn't like the man much. He had such a lewd stare. In fact she had even enjoyed being quite rude to him, telling him that she really didn't want to go out to dinner with him. Imagine the sheer audacity of her. It was this man, she was sure, this man who was now spreading Penny's cheeks apart admiring her little bottom hole.
'You know she's delightfully tight there, my Penny is. She really does enjoy being fucked there, Lance. It really is a rare treat. Although not that rare for me, for hardly a day goes by without me servicing that tiny little aperture.'
Penny flinched. The first man who had ever entered her there had been Lord Willingham and it had been so painful, and on top of that, her bottom still ached from the heavy dildo that Everton had stuck up her not fifteen minutes before. She loved her master and she was willing to do anything for him, but she didn't want to have that done to her by anyone else, certainly not someone as repulsive and cruel as Lord Willingham. She knew her master did this kind of thing on purpose just to hurt her and so she had to accept it.
'Yes, Penny is very beautiful, but I am sure that you will be equally appreciative of my filly,' Willingham said proudly.
Yes, it was the same man, Lillian had realised. He had looked quite forlorn at the time when she had refused him. And now the same man was stroking her bottom and then pulling down her panties.
'Yes, I should have been doing this all those years ago. I know, Lance, that she isn't permitted to speak but it would rather add to my pleasure if I could have a quick word with the girl.'
'Be my guest.'
'Do you remember me, Lillian dear?' Her panties were now free from her. Simmons was running his thumb over her anus, his index finger stroking her sex lips at the same time.
'Yes, sir.'
'You know I was very upset when you turned me down.'
'Sorry, sir.'
'You are not going to turn me down this time, are you?'
'No, sir.'
'Oh yes she is a good girl now. I must congratulate you, Lance, on your achievement here. She used to be such a feisty so and so, and look at her now, lying there on all fours like the true submissive I always knew her to be. Would you mind if I just had a taste? I like to give our girls a bit of a licking now and then.'
'Please go ahead.'
Ralph Simmons placed his head on the floor and pulled Lillian down on him, squeezing her buttocks then gliding his tongue along the engorged ridge of her sex lips. Lillian had not had oral sex like this for so long, even if it was being administered by such a creepy man, it was pleasurable. His tongue glided up and down her, flicked at the knot of her clitoris so deftly that Lillian sucked in deeply with the pleasure.
'Now, now, Ralph, we don't want the girl coming, do we?'
'Quite right, Lance.'
'Maybe you should tan her bottom, she likes that.'
'Bottoms up, girls!' Ralph ordered. The girls pushed out their bottoms an extra inch or two.
'I'd use the cane if I were you. It's usually very effective for this kind of thing.'
'I certainly will.'
Both girls lay quivering at the thought of Ralph Simmons caning them. Penny was the more excited, as she had come to enjoy a good caning at her master's hands, and in fact was almost disappointed if he was remiss and forgot to administer her daily thrashing. Lillian too, though, wanted to feel pain to show her master just how obedient she had become.
The first stroke of the cane caught Lillian on the top of her thighs.
'I must be out of practice,' Simmons chuckled to himself, before bringing the cane down again on the firm cheeks of her bottom. 'Bulls eye!'
'I find she quite likes it, you know, between her cheeks, Ralph.'
'Is that so?'
'Lillian, would your spread your cheeks for the gentleman.'
There was a big difference to Lillian between a good spanking or even caning and being made to spread her bottom cheeks so that Simmons could hit the tender flesh of her anus. The pain when that happened was usually so excruciating that sometimes, and no matter how well trained she was, she could not help but cry out. She knew why her master was doing this. He was doing this precisely to show how well she had been mastered. It was another test, for she knew that Willingham was very proud of his achievement at training her, and he would be very let down if she was to make the slightest sound.