certainly as firmly as she could manage by herself. Rosina smiled at
her with a vaguely predatory expression. Lawrence patted the bed.
"Kneel beside Rosina and hold onto the bedpost."
Warily, Lily complied. She had no desire to faint but the thought of
pleasing Lawrence made her do as she was told. She certainly didn't
want to fail where Rosina had succeeded. Lawrence's large strong
hands caressed her waist and she shivered as he untied her corset
strings. She could smell the musk and heat of the other girl who was
now so close.
"Take a deep breath and hold onto the bedpost, Miss Lily."
Lily clasped the brass pole, longing for Lawrence's cock inside her
and Rosina's luscious fat nipples in her mouth.
"Oh!"
Steely fingers pulled on her corset strings and her stays contracted
with a sudden sharp sensation.
"Better."
Lawrence paused to admire his work.
"Breathe in again and don't let go of that bedpost."
"Ah!"
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His hands worked their magic with the fine strong cords and
another inch was whittled from Lily's waistline.
"Much better. And once more. A deep breath and hold."
"Oh, heavens!"
The third time she thought her ribs might crack with the force of the
constriction.
"Infinitely better. Now you have a waist."
"Pretty!" Rosina's soft fingers stretched out to touch Lily's new
figure and she shuddered with arousal. She could hardly breathe but
her breasts were pushed upwards and forwards by the pressure of the
corset and her stomach was perfectly flat, her bottom curving
sensuously from the base of the undergarment. Already her pussy was
engorged with blood and she had a sense of being near climax.
Lawrence began to bind her wrists to the bedpost with the excess
length of her corset strings.
"And now Rosina is going to whip your naughty bare bottom, Miss
Lily."
Lily cried out as Rosina's hands caressed her naked buttocks. She
closed her eyes in ecstasy as Lawrence placed his hands about her
waist. He was actually able to span her waist with his hands! An
intense arousal beyond anything she'd ever experienced flooded her
body and she orgasmed spontaneously, her body shuddering quite
violently. Lawrence's voice was in her ear, his breath warm and moist
against her neck.
"I knew you'd love it, Lily."
"Oh yes!"
She was panting, terribly breathless but the sensations coursing
through her body were incredibly potent. Rosina moved behind her
on the bed and she was aware of Lawrence quietly issuing some
instructions. Something sharp and biting cracked down upon her
unprotected, squirming hips like a shower of bee stings. She began to
thrust her bottom at Rosina, welcoming the crackling strokes from
something that felt long and leathery, perhaps a razor strop. Her
pussy was swollen, scarlet, dripping with the copious juice of her
desire. She wanted to touch herself, to touch Rosina but her hands
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were firmly tied to the bedpost. She was giddy with lust, gasping with
the constriction of her waist.
"Fuck me, Lawrence!"
Her hair was wild, a tangled mass cascading over her shoulders.
Strong fingers fondled her breasts then the whipping stopped and
Lawrence's cock found the cleft of her bottom.
"Lick Lily's bottom, Rosina."
A hot very wet tongue joined the hard shaft and began to insinuate
itself into the cleft between her buttocks. This time Lily squealed, the
sensations almost too much for her to bear.
"Oh please! Oh please..."
Rosina's tongue found the tight rosebud and began to move in tiny
circles, causing Lily to moan and beg. It was too much but it felt
wonderful.
"Oh God help me! Oh no!"
Another orgasm was rising within her, a much stronger, deeper
sensation than any she'd had before. As it broke over her like a wave,
Rosina rapidly flicked the tip of her tongue and Lily screamed out in
pleasure, pushing her hips against the young girl's face.
"And now I'm going to take your naughty little bare bottom for a
good hard ride, Miss Lily."
Lily wailed as Rosina's probing tongue was replaced by the head of
Lawrence's cock. With one strong movement he pushed his shaft
deep inside her, right to the hilt. Groaning, he began to thrust hard
and fast.
"Are you going to do as you're told from now on, Miss Lily?"
Lily couldn't answer. Lawrence's cock felt enormous inside her and
each powerful stroke was a disorientating blend of pain and extreme
pleasure.
"Nothing to say? Maybe you need another whipping?"
On and on he plunged and Lily realized that she was whimpering
with the overwhelming sensations. Vaguely she noticed Rosina
standing at the foot of the bed. The girl's warm fingers grasped Lily's
bouncing nipples and squeezed firmly. Lawrence's breath came hard
and fast in her ear as he pounded towards his climax.
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"What a delightful little slut you are, Lily Warnock!"
He shouted his orgasm, coming fierce and deep inside her
frantically wriggling body.
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CHAPTER X
ROSINA
"And I swore I would not give up Rosina."
They sat around the cozy fire in Lawrence's lodgings, Lawrence in
the wing chair and Lily and Rosina on a sofa. He had talked for some
time, speaking of his earlier life and Lily had listened intently, amazed
by what he disclosed. Finally, she spoke, her words doing little
justice to the tale he'd revealed. "You are a brave man, Lawrence
Faulkner. Few would have given up what you have."
They cracked walnuts and tossed the empty shells into the leaping
flames. Lawrence shrugged, typically modest.
"I'm stubborn, Lily. I have my principles."
It was a poignant story of desire and loss. Lawrence Faulkner was
the son of an aristocrat. At a tender age he discovered a keen interest
in the intricacies of fine corsetry; an interest he initially assuaged by
fondling undergarments hung out to dry or delving into his mother's
lingerie drawer. As an adolescent, he spied on the prettiest
housemaids as they undressed. Rosina was one of those maids and,
one night, she discovered the shadowy figure lingering outside her
attic bedroom door. She alone had understood and encouraged
Lawrence's passion, ultimately allowing him to do far more than pull
on the cords of her stays. As her waistline slimmed to willowy
proportions, her clandestine romance with Lawrence Faulkner grew.
Inevitably, the secret liaisons were discovered and reported to
Lawrence's Puritan parents and his father issued a draconian
ultimatum. Give up the pleasures of the flesh or be banished forever
with a modest allowance. Lawrence chose the latter and Rosina was
dismissed. Every month he travelled to London to visit his father's
solicitor at Gray's Inn and collect the allowance that was just enough
to maintain a simple lifestyle in the count
ry. He had not heard from
his parents for several years and felt that he might as well be dead in
their eyes. It transpired that the lodgings on Sekforde Street belonged
to Rosina's family, a Mr. and Mrs. James, and that Lawrence and
Rosina met there when they could. Lawrence's father had also warned
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that if they married or lived as man and wife, the allowance would be
cut off and his son and family would effectively be destitute.
"You need to learn a trade, Lawrence, my dear!"
Lily spoke laughingly but she understood the problem her new
friend had. He was a gentleman with a classical education, not a
tradesman. And he lacked sufficient funds to go into business for
himself. Every avenue he might have chosen required the backing of
his father's word. Poor Lawrence was trapped in a bind by his
family's ill will, captive to their domineering whims.
"Actually, I do paint portraits, Lily. I had hoped that my art might
augment my income but they haven't sold as well as I'd hoped. Again,
a case of my reputation preceding me."
Lily clapped her hands.
"How wonderful! Are there any here?"
Rosina rose and crossed the room to a cupboard, which had a false
back and a secret compartment. She carefully drew out a small
canvas wrapped in old flannel. Lily gasped in admiration when the
cloth was removed and a lifelike oil portrait of Rosina emerged.
"It's lovely, Lawrence! You must do more."
Lawrence sighed and cast a critical eye over his work.
"If I could find enough buyers... I am mostly tied to my home in
the country, which my father owns, and rumor has spread like wildfire
so that few will commission a portrait from the pervert fallen earl."
Rosina stroked his hand and Lily wondered how guilty the young
girl must feel. He had given up so much for her and for the pursuit of
his very particular pleasure. She thought for a few moments then
cried out in glee.
"I know what we'll do, Lawrence and Rosina. We'll set up a studio
here in London. You must change your name, Lawrence darling.
Rosina and I will ply our feminine charms and you can paint portraits
of an intimate nature. How's that for an idea!"
Lawrence ran his fingers through Lily's tousled hair.
"A marvelous plan indeed. But who will provide the studio? They
cost money to rent, you know, and my father's solicitor is instructed to
issue me exactly what I need and not a penny more. I can just
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imagine the old misery sending a clerk out to check on the current
price of a loaf so I can't squeeze a farthing's profit from the crust..."
Rosina giggled and kissed Lawrence's cheek. He sighed and
cupped her ample breasts in his hands as if weighing them.
"I don't starve to death and I have my girl here once a month when I
make the trip to Gray's Inn. It could be worse."
He spoke cheerfully but Lily detected the underlying desperation.
Guiltily, she remembered the bread and cheese supper she'd devoured
the night she arrived at Lawrence's house. He'd gone without his own
meager meal to let her eat.
"Of course, I always have a treat when I'm in town – usually a roast
chicken – ahem, Miss Lily – and a bottle of wine. It's more than many
ever see."
Lily gazed at the debris from the meat pies and the empty wine
bottle. Lawrence picked up the bottle and carefully tipped the last few
drops onto Rosina's full brown nipples.
"Lick it up, Lily. It's the last you'll see for a while unless you have
some other brilliant scheme."
Lily slid to the rug and knelt before Rosina. Almost reverently, she
took the other girl's breasts into her hands and slowly lapped the drops
of wine from soft smooth flesh. Rosina shivered and her nipples
hardened under Lily's tongue.
"You do play so very nicely together, there must be something you
can do. My God, that's it! The Snake Pit!"
Lily and Rosina stared at Lawrence.
"The snake pit? What on earth is that?"
Rosina knew.
"It's a sort of gentlemens' club, Lily. The girls take their clothes off
for money, some just down to their underthings and some right down
to the bare. I don't know, Lawrence – if someone who knows me saw
me there, my father would belt me black and blue."
Lawrence smiled.
"Then wear a mask. It's the perfect solution. You two girls will go
to work at the Snake Pit – I promise you it's a safe establishment of its
kind, frequented by gents of distinction – and once we have the funds
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for our studio, you shall be retired to a more private setting. I will
paint exotic masterpieces under a ribald alias – thank you, Miss Lily –
and we shall live happily ever after as a rollicking ménage! I will be
cut off entirely by the old man, of course, but I've been expecting that
to happen anyway."
Rosina looked uncertain.
"I do want to help, my dearest, but how can I keep this a secret? I
have my work at father's lithography business. You know he nearly
threw me out after I was dismissed from Great Mazely. Mother
begged him not to. If she hadn't, I'd be on the streets right now and
you know it. If he knew you were here with me right now, he'd take a
horsewhip to us both."
Lily looked at the girl's huge frightened eyes. She took Rosina's
hands in her own.
do what's required. I believe I may have heard of the Snake Pit. You
really should try it at least one time, however. With your lovely
figure, you'd make a fortune!"
Lily appraised Rosina's body, with its lush breasts and tiny waist. It
was true. The "gentlemen" would be driven insane with lust and the
young girl would soon receive offers to warm a score of beds. And
with her penchant for those very particular pursuits of spanking and
whipping, Rosina could have almost any man she chose.
"Where are your parents now, Rosina? This is their house, is it
not?"
Rosina flushed as if with nerves.
"Yes. Every few weeks they go to the country to see my grandma
who doesn't keep very well. Well, Mother goes to visit Grandma and
Father sees to some business or sometimes enters boxing contests."
Lily exchanged glances with Lawrence and he grinned.
"Yes, Papa is a pugilist and a medal-winning one at that. I'm not a
weakling but I keep well clear. He's fifty-three years old and as strong
as an ox."
"Who minds the workshop when your parents are away?"
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"Oh, just young Arthur, the apprentice. I don't worry too much
about him coming here and seeing Lawrence as he's paid to stay there
and keep an eye on things. Father does quite well, you know. His
work is very fine."
Rosina's loyalty was touching. It was clear she did not wish to
compromise her family life. Lily decided that she'd do all she could to
help Rosina and Lawrence.
"Well then. I shall see about finding a position at "the snake pit".
What
a terrible name."
Lawrence laughed.
"It's actually the basement of a house on Half Moon Street, a most
respectable address. The club is run by the wayward second son of
Lord Bathurst. It's rumored his old man doesn't suspect a thing.
Hmm, perhaps I should start such an establishment myself. How does
one recruit the young ladies? An advertisement in The Times hardly
seems apropos."
Lily smiled knowingly.
"Oh, there are ways and means, Lawrence my dear, ways and
means. I will call on Lord Bathurst's wayward second son tomorrow.
Does he have a name?"
"He is Freddie to his friends, I believe."
Lord Bathurst's son, Frederick. Something stirred in her memories
of Mrs. Jakes' brothel. Lily realized that she might have already
made the gentleman's acquaintance. It was likely to be an interesting
audition...
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CHAPTER XI
FREDDIE BATHURST'S SNAKE PIT
"Good Lord, it's Miss Lily! Did Mrs. Jakes throw you out for
being too naughty and showing up the other girls?"
Lily sat demurely on a sofa in an elegant Mayfair drawing room,
having been shown there by a perfectly respectable looking
housemaid. She removed the long silver pin from her hat and smiled,
looking up at the short, rather plump young man who stood before
her.
"I've been rather silly, Freddie. I really should have come to you
before. I would prefer not to say why I left Mrs. Jakes but I can
assure you it was for a very good reason."
Freddie Bathurst nodded agreeably but Lily caught the sharp
expression in his pale blue eyes.
"Well, it's a young lady's prerogative to change her mind. I
suppose you've heard about my own little den of iniquity?"
"Yes, and I'm very interested in seeing what you do, Freddie. You
see, I do need to find a new position."
Quickly, Lily told him about her brief sojourn at Akenhead Hall
and Freddie laughed until his eyes filled with tears.
"Lily Warnock as a housemaid! What a hoot! I'd have caned you
black and blue too, my girl. No, you stick to what you do best –
pleasuring men. I'd be more than delighted to have you on my staff.
As it were. We must find you a prettier frock, though. I've never seen