Victoria's Misfortune

Victoria could not recall what happened after, merely that she awoke in the morning, tucked up in bed with one breast hanging out from her shredded nightie.

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Chapter 5

Victoria worked hard and tried to do her very best. She managed to stay out of trouble and was even complimented on the thoroughness of her work by Mrs. Trustworthy. She had to struggle hard not to smile.

Meanwhile, Jenny was less reliable and from time to time returned to their room in the evening in dire need of the soothing oil. Naturally, the tender caresses developed into more wanton stroking and ended up with the two girls pleasuring each other.

One day, the housekeeper told Victoria that her presence was required in Sir Robert's bedroom. The request was entirely innocent; he had notice a piece of decorative tasselling was coming loose around the base of the large four poster bed and asked for it to be repaired.

Victoria had never been in the room before. The décor was very masculine, but tasteful. It was the work of only ten minutes to repair the damaged material and she put her needles and thread away in her sewing box. She started towards the door, but something stopped her. She was curious about the room and wanted to look around.

Wandering about she looked at pictures on the walls and photographs on the dresser. Her fingers touched the silver handled brush and comb that were positioned just so. She walked back to the bed and pushed down on it to see how it felt. Her hands seemed to sink into the mattress. She had never felt one so thick and giving. She couldn't help herself, before she could even think she took a step back and dived onto the bed.

"And what do you think you are doing?" Sir Robert's voice boomed.

Victoria jumped to her feet and immediately began to try to smooth the bedcovers down as she answered, "I'm sorry sir, really."

The handsome face didn't change its stern look, but his eyes seemed to take all of Victoria in before he told her to send Mrs. Trustworthy to him. She knew that her punishment was inevitable.

Later that evening, Victoria made her way to Mrs. Trustworthy's office. "Come," she answered the knock on the door.

As Victoria walked into the room, she became aware that there was another person there; Sir Robert himself. She hesitated, not sure of what was happening.

"Well?" demanded the housekeeper. "You know what is expected, don't you?"

Victoria was by now programmed not to question her superiors, but she faced the appalling prospect of being punished in front of Sir Robert -- and she would have to expose her naked flesh to him, to a man!

She walked timidly across to the punishment chair and, bending over, pulled her skirts and petticoats over her back. The cane swished swiftly, leaving its stinging marks across both cheeks. When Mrs. Trustworthy finished, Victoria stood back up and quickly pushed her clothes back down, relieved that the housekeeper hadn't repeated the masturbation that she had experienced last time. However, only now did she realise that Sir Robert had been standing immediately behind her during the caning. With horror she realised that her pussy would have been fully exposed to his gaze.

Victoria waited to be dismissed, but the command never came. Instead, Sir Robert strode across to the chair and sat down in it.

"You've had your punishment from me, now Sir Robert wishes to punish you. Raise your skirts and position yourself across his knee. And do it quickly girl!" ordered Mrs. Trustworthy.

Victoria stepped around in front of the chair and, as Sir Robert sat and waited, threw up her skirts and draped herself across his thighs.

"Further forward girl, so that you're buttocks are raised and place your hands on the floor," she was told by the housekeeper. In this position her toes were only just touching the ground. She could feel the muscles in Sir Robert's legs moving even through the material of her skirts and petticoats.

Victoria waited, but instead of the expected hand, Sir Robert spoke, "I am right handed, turn the girl round Mrs. Trustworthy. And her skirts will get creased, so they should be properly out of the way."

The woman pulled Victoria to her feet and manoeuvred her round to the other side. The maid thought she would die of shame as Mrs. Trustworthy pulled her clothes up and told her to bend across the Master's knee again. This time she really could feel the man's muscles through his skin tight trousers. It seemed that they rippled almost continually and in this position began to tease her clitoris. Sir Robert began to slap her cheeks alternately. After the cane it didn't seem quite so painful, but instead of the six slaps that she was expecting, he continued on and on. The warmth spread through her cheeks and she felt the telltale tingling sensations in her pussy

When he eventually paused, he kept his left hand on the small of her back, forcing her to remain in position. Victoria couldn't see Mrs. Trustworthy, but when Sir Robert asked, "Will this be sufficient, or do we need to go further?" the housekeeper's voice was husky, wavering.

"I think, I think a little more Sir Robert. It does not seem to be affecting her over much."

Victoria felt her knees pushed apart, her labia started to open and she felt a trickle of liquid forming. As Sir Robert resumed his spanking, she felt the housekeeper begin her teasing. She could feel the wetness being moved around towards her anus and she was fully expecting the invasion by the finger once more. It hurt a little at first, but the lubrication was adequate. She absent-mindedly marvelled at the length of the finger -- until she realised that it wasn't a digit at all. She didn't know what Mrs. Trustworthy was using on her, but she guessed that it must have been about six inches in length and slightly thicker than a man's finger.

Panting and shuddering, Victoria felt herself losing any form of control she may have had. The handle of the riding crop began to fuck her arse furiously as the spanking continued. Her orgasm came and went and then came again. She couldn't prevent her body from bucking with the pleasure and the pain. Eventually, her tormentors relented and allowed her to rise -- unsteadily -- to her feet. She was immediately dismissed, but couldn't help noticing as she walked away how she had soaked Sir Robert's trouser leg. Turning to close the door a snapshot remained in her mind as it shut; Mrs. Trustworthy was kneeling in front of the Master.

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Chapter 6

It was late summer before Victoria had occasion to leave the household other than to attend church. Her needlework skills had been well appreciated and put to good use. Indeed, she seemed to spend more time sewing than doing regular housework. The supplies of cotton and darning materials had been depleted and she was told that she would have to walk to the village to replenish them. This was the same place that surrounded the station from where she had set off to the house four months earlier.

The weather reminded her of that first day; warm sunshine with a gentle breeze, although she felt somewhat cooler due to the less constricted clothing that she now wore. Victoria had effectively been given the afternoon off, so she left the house shortly after lunch and walked at a measured, yet easy pace arriving in the town just after 2pm.

The haberdasher's store was opposite the railway station. The assistant was very helpful, knowing that all of the purchases were to be on Sir Robert's account. It took Victoria no more than half an hour to complete her shopping. She spent the next thirty minutes looking through the windows of the various shops. Eventually, she decided to commence the journey home.

She walked along, enjoying the sights and sounds of the countryside. The pleasant gurgling sound of running water grew louder as Victoria approached the small stream in the place where she had paddled before. She was idly considering repeating the experience whilst walking up the middle of the lane, when a man on a bicycle sped around the bend. He was coming downhill, travelling too fast to steer round her and instead left the road, uncontrolled and heading for the stream. The front wheel dropped off of the bank, dug in and he made a spectacular somersault onto his back, fortunately landing in one of the deeper parts of the stream.

Victoria rushed to see if she could help. The young man looked dazed. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"I've had better days," he replied. He stood up and limped towards his broken machine. The front wheel was terribly buckled. He lifted the bicycle up and tossed it onto the bank. Victoria held out her hand to help him step back up. It was then that she noticed the blood on his trousers.

"Oh my word! But you're hurt!"

The man didn't say anything. He had lost his voice when he realised who Victoria was; the girl he had last seen while hiding in the bushes. He looked down and saw the red stain on his leg.

Victoria assumed that he was still dazed and led him over to the rotting tree trunk and sat him down. She knelt by him began to roll up his trouser leg. A cut nearly two inches long crossed his lower shin and the blood seemed to be almost pulsing out of it. She thought for a moment and then made a decision. She lifted her skirt and ripped pieces off of one of her petticoats. She folded one piece up and pressed it against the wound.

"Hold this down, will you?" she told him. Victoria took the other strip of material and began wrapping it around the leg, holding the wad against the wound. She split about six inches of the very end in order to tie the makeshift bandage snugly.

"There. Hopefully that will stop the bleeding soon. How do you feel?"

The young man answered honestly, "Dizzy". However, it wasn't the accident that was causing this but the closeness of this very attractive young lady, of whom he had already seen far more of than she could possibly know.

Victoria told him to slip off of the log and onto the ground and to raise his knees. "This will help," she said. "You've had quite shock."

Finally, he found his voice, "Are you a nurse? Only you seem to know what to do."

"No, I'm not. The fact is that I once wondered about becoming a doctor and read a lot of books about medicine. Of course, it was never going to happen, it was just a pipe dream."

"A woman doctor?" he scoffed. "Don't make me laugh!"

"I wouldn't have been the first you know," Victoria pouted.

"Yes, but what if a man came to see you and had a problem with his whatsit?" he asked.

Victoria looked blankly at him.

He sighed, "You know, a problem in the trouser region."

The light dawned and shone red on Victoria's face. She turned away to hide her blushing. "I suppose you would get used to it. After all, male doctors see women's… parts." Her face felt hotter still.

His embarrassment was beginning to show in a different manner and the thought of seeing Victoria's 'parts' was enough to cause a distinct stiffening in his particular trouser region. He tried to change the subject, "My name is Jim. What are you called?"

"Victoria, some people call me Vicky," she said, turning back to face him.

Looking into Vicky's eyes, Jim suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her, but resisted the temptation. Besides, sitting with his back to the log and his knees raised was helping to hide his erection. If he tried to move now, she couldn't help but notice. Seeing the object of his last three months masturbation fantasies sitting so close to him wasn't helping matters.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes, a lot better thanks."

"Well, perhaps we had better sit you back up on the log. The ground may be damp." Before he could protest she had put her hands under his armpits and begun to lift him. She was never going to have the strength to do this on her own, so he had no choice but to go along with it. When he was re-seated, his dick was pushing straight up making a tent of his trousers. Vicky noticed.

"What's that?" she asked out of curiosity.

Jim couldn't believe how innocent Vicky was, but he was so aroused that he couldn't stop himself from thinking about taking advantage of the situation.

"That's what you did. It's very painful." He was telling the truth, he had never felt his cock so swollen.

"It looks awful. What can we do?"

"We need to relieve the pressure; you'll have to undo some clothing." Victoria started to unfasten the button at Jim's collar. "No, down there I mean."

"Oh," she said with some surprise. Her concern for the damage she may have caused overcame her common sense; she began to unbutton his trousers.

As the last button was undone, Jim said, "Now pull them apart."

The penis popped free from his trousers and slapped against his stomach. Victoria gasped. She though that she knew what men had between their legs, after all she had seen a naked baby boy before, but this was simply huge! As she watched, the shaft bobbed continuously as more blood tried to force its way into the member.

Vicky was mesmerised. Her initial shock had turned to fascination. The sack containing Jim's testicles seemed to be continually on the move. The purple head glistened.

"I need your help," Jim croaked.

"What should I do?"

He took hold of her hand and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. "That's it. Now squeeze gently and rub it up and down like this." He moved her hand up and down until she seemed to get the hang of it and then let her continue alone.

Jim was too far gone for it to take very long. He wanted to go further, feel her lips around his cock -- even feel her pussy enveloping him. But he knew that he would be crossing a line that could get him sent to prison -- just as his cousin had done.

He grunted and sent a fountain of come from the tip of his penis. The first jets flew out and onto the grass. The last drops oozed out and ran down onto Vicky's hand. She continued to rub until Jim told her to stop. She looked at the milky white substance on her hand, wondering what it was.

Jim slipped his cock back into his trousers and fastened the fly. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the spunk from Victoria's fingers.

"That's better. Thank you." He smiled at Vicky and said, "Perhaps I could do something for you?"

Victoria only vaguely understood his meaning, but thought about the things that she and Jenny did together. Was that what he was thinking of? She could feel the moisture beginning to flow from her pussy. She shook her head, "No, nothing."

"Perhaps I could give you a kiss to say thank you then?"

Vicky couldn't see that it could do any harm and agreed. Jim patted his lap to indicate that she should sit on it. It reminded her of when she had been draped across Sir Robert's lap. It felt nice and aroused her even more. Jim's kiss was tender and long. Much better than the kisses that Jenny gave her. And when his mouth opened, she opened hers as well and found his tongue dancing with her own. Jim's hands began to wander across her body, but Vicky realised that they had to stop. She broke away from the kiss and said, "No more. You make me feel nice, but I'm sure its naughty and we mustn't do it anymore."

They said goodbye at the roadside, where Jim set off down to town carrying his broken bike, while Vicky walked up the hill in the direction of the house.

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Chapter 7

The journey back to the house seemed to take Victoria hardly any time at all. Her mind kept running over the events of the afternoon, wondering what would have happened, what it would have felt like if she hadn't stopped Jim kissing and caressing her.

For the rest of the evening she couldn't concentrate properly. When she and Jenny finally retired to bed, she couldn't wait to tell her everything that had happened. Before she knew it, the other maid had stripped her naked on the bed and was masturbating Vicky furiously, while she continued with her story. The other maid told her that she had done something similar with the stable lad on a couple of occasions. "He's always trying to persuade me to go and visit him at night -- just for a kiss and a cuddle, but I don't think I would be able to trust him."

The weeks passed and the autumn came and went. The days grew shorter and the nights colder. One evening, Mrs. Trustworthy told Victoria that the Master had a requested her for a special task. She waited for the housekeeper to tell her what she was required to do, but she merely told her to make her way to bed as usual and wait for her call.

Jenny and Victoria were in bed when Mrs. Trustworthy knocked on the door. "Put your coat on over your nightgown," she told Vicky. "And come with me."

Victoria followed in her wake watching the eerie shadows that were cast upon the wall by the weak and feeble light. Eventually she was shown into Sir Robert's bedroom, where her duties were explained.

"Sir Robert intends to retire in about an hour's time. Usually a bedpan is used to warm the sheets, but the Master finds this very unsatisfactory, so he has asked for a bed warmer tonight. You are required to make the bed more comfortable for when he arrives."

"Which… which side does he sleep on?" she asked.

"That is not a question that I am able to answer," came the curt reply. "You'll just have to warm the whole bed."

Victoria took off her coat and laid it upon the chair against the wall. She walked back to the bed, pulled back the covers and climbed in. It was no colder than her own bed when she first got into that evening, but she supposed that somebody of Sir Robert's status couldn't be expected to put up with such inconveniences. She moved about the bed, gradually warming the sheets to what she hoped was a comfortable level. Eventually, the thought occurred to Victoria that she hadn't been told when to leave the room. She assumed that she was to wait until he arrived and then told her to go.

Shortly after another hour had passed, Vicky heard the door open and Sir Robert walked in. He seemed to be weaving slightly.

"Shall I go now Sir?"

"What?" he mumbled. "No. No, wait there a while longer." He turned and made his way through the other door to his private bathroom. Victoria waited patiently, listening to the loud splashing noises that he made prior to the chain of the lavatory being pulled and the cistern emptying its contents into the bowl.

A few more minutes went by, as Victoria heard a mixture of grunting noises, a couple of thumps, and an expletive or two. Finally, Sir Robert emerged from the bathroom. He walked to the side of the bed in which Vicky lay and told her, "Move over." She did so.

Sir Robert turned off the light using the switch on the wall by the bed and in the ensuing darkness pulled back the bed covers and clambered in. Victoria could smell the brandy as he muttered, "Mm. That's better. It's much warmer tonight."

Although she was waiting to be told to leave, instead she found Sir Robert snuggling closer to her. "Roll over," he said. So she turned onto her side, facing away from him. Soon, a gentle snoring told her that he was asleep. She wondered if perhaps she should leave the bed now, but as she contemplated this, the Master rolled onto his side and draped an arm over her. Not long after, she too drifted off to sleep.

It must have been close to dawn -- at a time when she would usually be getting up that she awoke. Victoria could feel Sir Robert's body pressing against her back, but was shocked to realise that his hand was cupping her breast. She didn't know what to do. The hand seemed inert, but something pressing into the small of her back most definitely was not. Vicky recalled Jim's erect penis and realised that this was what was now behind her. She tried to ease away from it, but the hand on her breast tightened its grip and pulled her back, pressing her harder against the Master's body. His hand was now moving, squeezing the flesh through the material and pinching the nipple.