- Beatrice, do you remember what I told you the very first day, when I hired you?

- Yes, Madam, you told me that you relied upon me not to disappoint you.

- That’s true, but I also said something else. I said that I was hiring you on trial for a few months and that I would take my final decision thereafter.

- Oh Madam, you aren’t going to dismiss me, are you?

- For the time being, nothing has been decided. Everything shall depend upon the outcome of your post-internship examination.

- Is that a medical examination, Madam?

- Well, that’s one way of putting it. The “doctor” is here, right next door.

Having been discreetly summoned by Lady Alexandra, George, the butler, introduces Harry, her dedicated “assayer”, into the small sitting room. A gigantic colossus, almost entirely naked, appears in the doorway. The impression of power he radiates is emphasized by an uncommon set of muscles: wide shoulders, a glistening torso, bulging pectorals, salient biceps, tense abdominal muscles, a trapezium-shaped back, the thighs of a wrestler.

He walks slowly and solemnly into the room and takes up a position to the right of the mistress of the house, legs apart, arms crossed on his chest. His defiant attitude is reminiscent of an executioner standing on the platform, resting upon his axe, with fixed and haughty eyes looking over the crowd. His body is entirely hairless, including his skull, polished like a billiard ball, and the red leather mask that covers the top of his head enhances the mobility of his eyes. His only piece of clothing is a very indented thong, also red, whose strass-studded zip-fly sports a large metal ring. Lady Alexandra takes pleasure in slowly pulling it downwards under the gaze of her maid, revealing an exceptional endowment: a huge cock, long and thick, slightly turgid, framed by a pair of gigantic testicles. All this carefully shaven, emphasizing its uncommon dimensions.

- But Madam, I’ve never seen a doctor like this!

- Well, it’s about time, Beatrice! For now, you must be obedient and begin by removing your clothes. Harry will examine you.

The maid stands in the middle of the room, embarrassed, her cheeks flushed. Modestly, she has kept her underpants on and protects her breasts with her hands to hide their shape. While the colossus moves forward, she keeps her eyes down and sees his enormous sex come closer to her. She shivers all over when he grabs her arms to fold them across her back. His huge paws press her breasts together, fondle them, raise them. Beatrice feels her heart beating faster. She swallows with difficulty. Her throat tightens. The assayer has now seized her nipples to pinch and roll them between his fingers. The maid bites her lips to avoid crying out. Her breasts soon become erect. The giant increases his pressure to watch them swell. His hand then moves up to Beatrice’s face and forces her mouth open. His little finger parts the lips and dwells upon the tongue, which pops up like the beak of a young bird out of the nest. The forefinger takes over, followed by the thumb. As if it were quite natural, Beatrice starts sucking it slowly, her eyes closed, and leans forward without realizing when Harry moves his hand back slightly.

- Let’s see the nether parts.

While Beatrice remains standing, her hands behind her back, Harry sits down, pulls on the elastic band of the knickers and slides them down to the girl’s ankles, admiring as he does so a slim waist, shapely hips, fine legs, a round and completely shaved pelvic mound. He parts her legs roughly. Two fingers open her lips, as one would raise the gills of a fish on a market stall, to check its freshness, before continuing their clinical examination: upon being touched, the small erectile organ appears suitably developed, the entrance to the vagina, for its part, is narrow and already well lubricated.

- Lie down

Beatrice instantly finds herself lying across Harry’s knees, her buttocks offered. The giant strokes them at length to enjoy their shape, before testing their firmness by smacking them several times, firmly and noisily. The girl reacts at once by wriggling energetically. He does not hesitate to part her buttocks and observe the smaller passage, still asleep, and to awaken it by cautiously slipping in the end of his finger, and moving it in and out for a few moments.

- Time for practice. On your knees!

Harry is standing again and his sex is aimed at Beatrice’s mouth. She’s quick to grasp what is expected of her. Pleasant memories of mischievous games with William and Andrew return to her mind. This is something she enjoys. The only novelty here is the impressive size of the penis she is going to have to swallow. Her left hand takes hold of it delicately, while her right hand feels the testicles and rolls them between its fingers. She slowly increases the pressure. She does not forget to raise her eyes and smile at the giant through his mask, while gently pulling back the foreskin. Her tongue glides lovingly up and down the shaft, descends to the testicles, sucking on them carefully, travels back up to the glans, teases it with the tip, then, her mouth wide open, slides it greedily between her lips to suck and pump on it with the greatest care. Her small teeth hold it from behind, where the fold is, and pull it slightly forwards, to hold it prisoner for a few moments, then take it deep inside her throat, as if she was going to swallow it whole. Surprised by the girl’s boldness, Harry attempts to pull back hurriedly, but she prevents him from so doing. Her cheeks full of the giant’s semen, she turns round and winks triumphantly at Lady Alexandra.

- Get down on all fours on the coffee table, with your legs spread, and look up at your mistress. I want her to see you come.

The maid obeys, her eyes damp. Her offered posture, back arched, buttocks taught, excites her. A gentle warmth spreads slowly through her. Her vulva swells and palpitates. Between her damp thighs, a few drops of dew fall from her little shaven pussy. The colossus meets no resistance and a wide beam spreads over the girl’s face when the powerful member sinks into her and begins to move steadily backwards and forwards. She can’t help stroking her breasts with one hand to enhance the vibrations electrifying their tips. The man has grabbed her by the hips, holding her firmly from behind. Every time, he pulls his cock out of her almost completely before thrusting it back all the way until he bumps into her, like a battering-ram. His thrusting grows stronger. Beatrice enjoys stimulating him. She pushes her buttocks backwards to better meet the member and tightens her muscles as hard as she can to keep him in the warm furrow she offers. She resists. She imposes her own rhythm. Finally, the winner isn’t the one that could be expected. The maid is thrilled when she feels him at last let go inside her.

- [Harry, out of breath] Stay right as you are, I’m not done with you.

Beatrice is still on all fours on the coffee table, panting. Drops of perspiration are running down her forehead and scarlet cheeks. She feels the giant’s hands move up between her legs, then, inside her, stroke her upwards to coat themselves with the liquid she is abundantly secreting. A finger slips in between her buttocks and begins gently massaging the entrance to the small brown orifice, to make it more pliable. The finger stretches it carefully and ends up by penetrating it. A second finger comes to the rescue to stretch it wider. The maid, who usually accepts this type of caress only with the utmost reluctance, goes tense, her eyes closed. When she feels the tip of the penis pressing up against her, she remembers her mistress’ advice (“Relax and cough, it’s only the very beginning that’s a little awkward, in a few moments, you’ll feel nothing any longer”). She cries out under the thrust but quickly takes a grip on herself. Harry is an expert. With the regular movements inside her, the initial pain is quickly replaced by a phase of relief, then of pleasure. She enjoys feeling impaled, powerlessly given over to the turgid member that pierces her, shakes her, pushes her forwards, sunk to the hilt, the testicles glued to her loins. The pace of the battering increases. Lady Alexandra smiles at the idea that her maid is doing all she can to tighten her grip on the shaft that runs through her. She was right; overpowered once again, the colossus grimaces and ends up by coming inside her with long spurts, hot and powerful.

- [Harry] I don’t know whom to congratulate first, the pupil or the teacher. The lass is most gifted. You should be satisfied with her, and your guests likewise.

- Beatrice, did you hear, that confirms what I thought, you’re good for service, come here and let me kiss you!

- Oh thank you, Madam, Madam is so kind, you cannot imagine how happy I am!

- [Harry] To make her really perfect, it would be wise to get her used to jutting her breasts by fixing clips on the nipples. I would also recommend that you have her behind stretched, she’s still a little narrow.

- You are quite right Harry, I’ll see to it.

As announced, Lady Alexandra is implementing her “Gwendoline” plan, based on daily stretching exercizes designed to gradually “distend” her maid. Beatrice suffers from this painful and humiliating ordeal, and above all fears having to put up with it a lot longer.

- [Lady Alexandra, untying her maid from the pole] Show me what you look like this morning!

- I am sure it’s improved quite a bit, Madam.

- It’s not for you to say! [The hand of the mistress of the house vanishes behind Beatrice’s back. The girl feels an acute pain, as she does whenever someone touches that area] No, it’s almost the same, we really aren’t making much progress, Harry was right, you’re still too tight, drastic measures are required. George, now where on earth has he gone?

- [Creeping up softly from the back of the room] Madam summoned me?

- Yes George, bring me my chest, you know, the Macassar ebony one.

- Yes Madam.

The butler returns a short while later, holding in his white gloved hands a precious wood chest, dark brown with black grain, its lid set with floral adornments in citrus wood, maple and ivory inlay, done in the same shades as the central pattern, representing the arms of the Ashley family. He places it carefully on a side table, next to Lady Alexandra, who opens it solemnly. The chest features two compartments. One contains an assortment of small chains and leather belts, the second a series of black resin rods, shaped like erect sexes and carefully aligned, from the slimmest to the thickest. The mistress of the house catches herself smiling while contemplating this row of stiff phalluses, whose common feature is to flare out at their base, thus preventing them from riding up inside the body and allowing the ring-shaped muscle to close instead of remaining open and stretched. She caresses each tip sensuously, concentrating on the choice of the most suitable specimen, and finally opts for a medium-large one.

- Yes, I know, this one is a little larger than the standard size, but you must prepare for all contingencies! Come along now, turn round.

- Oh Madam, you’re going to hurt me again!

- That’s for sure, if you continue to complain! Be content with obeying! Spread your legs and lean forwards. Yes, further, break in two and grab your ankles in your hands.

Despite the discomfort of her position, head down, Beatrice, from between her legs, watches her mistress remove the top of a Murano filigreed glass ointment jar. Her slim fingers skim the surface and collect a blob of cream. Despite the ice-cold contact, the maid keeps silent and motionless, while the outside and inside of her little hole are gently but promptly smeared. The dildo is then positioned in place and, after a brief hesitation to find its way, firmly and suddenly driven home. Beatrice cries out and stiffens.

- That’s it, my sweet, it’s almost over, don’t go tight, on the contrary, push with your hips, there, continue, just a little more, that’s much better!

Her face scarlet, her eyes misty with tears and her legs trembling, Beatrice feels the phallus, unbearably large and hard, slide into her and move painfully in and out between Lady Alexandra’s fingers.

- Well George, that’s exactly what I feared, I see no end to our troubles! There, your turn, tell me what you think.

The butler, hardly believing his ears, prepares to drop his trousers, but Lady Alexandra, realizing his mistake, deters him at once.

- George, when I say “your turn”, it’s a way of speaking. Beatrice is still far too narrow for you. We shall accustom her gradually to a weapon of your size, but we must still wait a little.

- I am most impatient to try!

- That’s normal enough, George, Miss Beatrice will do her utmost to grant you such a favour very soon, won’t you, my sweet?

The girl prefers not to answer. The rod resumes its movements, but this time on a more virile tempo. The maid feels as if it continues moving inside her, even when the butler takes a nasty pleasure in pulling it almost entirely out, not so much to relieve her but to generate an unwieldy, unbearable emptiness, before ramming the dildo back home even deeper, to the hilt, thrusting in and out, toiling away at her and stretching her. Stuffed, impaled, she feels a burning heat in her loins. They are reduced to a trembling mouth, with white-hot lips, tightly closed around this inescapable new gag.

- As Madam is kindly asking for my advice, I believe Miss Beatrice could accommodate one or two sizes larger, but no more. She should be in full working order, as it were, in a week.

- Do you think so? I was planning to put her through the full cycle, all the way to the extra large one.

- If I may be so bold, Madam, I would be inclined not to recommend such an approach. By stretching her too much, you might deprive your guests of some of their pleasure. Conversely, if you kept her just a trifle tight, they would greatly enjoy feeling a slight resistance and hurting her a little. Preserve her “innocence”, it suits her so well!

- You surprise me George, this is the second time in just a few days that you make bright remarks!

- Madam is too kind!

- [Lady Alexandra, showing the maid the accessories drawn from the chest] Now that we have chosen the right size, you shall keep it all day deep inside your little bottom, thanks to these three chains. I will fix them on a leather belt around your waist. In this way, you will be unable to expel the dildo.

A chain is then inserted along the crack between Beatrice’s buttocks, while the other two follow diagonally the fold of her thighs, on either side of the triangle below her belly, leaving free access to her pelvis, should anyone wish to penetrate it.

- There my pet, this minimal thong is truly delightful! [The gold-coloured chains stand out and shine on the tanned flesh, framing like a casket the pink lips, carefully shaved] It suits you perfectly! Tomorrow, I will inflict you with a larger size and by the end of the week, you should be quite ready. We could stage a small party with a few friends to celebrate the event, what do you think?

Beatrice remains silent. Large tears roll down her cheeks. Her heart beats wildly. The grain of her skin has become moist. The rod pushes her upwards, obliging her to stand on tiptoe to alleviate the pain – but to no avail. When moving around the room, she feels as if the phallus she is impaled upon were growing larger and larger inside her, poking her and exciting her as if it had its own life. As if she deliberately took part in her own torture through the movements of her body.

- Excellent! Come along now, walk to the door and back! This exercize will do you a world of good. Not only will it make you more “welcoming”, but it will also oblige you to feel as if you had a man’s cock in you at all times, so that you’ll think of nothing else but holding it tightly between your buttocks, your thighs or your lips.

- [George] May I remind Madam that Mister Harry also recommended that Miss Beatrice be accustomed to keeping her breasts erect?

- Really, George, I cannot get over it, you amaze me today! You are completely right, what on earth was I thinking of? Come here, Beatrice!

Lady Alexandra once again inspects her chest and picks out two metal clamps that she places on her maid’s nipples, after having made them harden between her fingers. The girl grimaces with pain but the mistress of the house pays no attention. She then fixes a short golden chain to each of the clamps and connects them tightly upwards, in a triangular shape, to the ring on the girl’s dog collar. Then, with a third chain, she compresses both breasts together at their base. The result is almost immediate. The nipples promptly swell up and arrogantly display their erect tips.

- Just look in the mirror how pretty you are, a real little Barbie doll! You are going to be a real head-turner, don’t you think, George?

- Oh yes, Madam, undoubtedly, Miss Beatrice will be a wild success!

The Moorish style hunting pavilion, erected in memory of the 1867 Paris Universal Exhibition, stood on the very borders of the park, at the bottom of an immense lawn, between spinneys of oaks and maples. Beatrice had caught sight of it one day, by chance, between the trees, from the Venus temple rotunda that closes the main perspective of the house, beyond the main basin. She had waited till nightfall before venturing there. Now, edged on by the dark pleasures of curiosity and fear, she moved with her eyes half closed and her throat tight, along the curved path. Around her, the deeper shadows of bushes stood out of the darkness and, sometimes, shivering all together, waved and leant forward towards her. She covered the last few yards with her shoes in her hand trying to prevent the gravel from crunching, and, with a beating heart, entered the building.

A long gallery, devoid of windows, took up the space. Ten niches, cut out of the stone, faced each other. Between each of them, the walls were decorated with weapons and trophies of all kinds. A posthumous tribute to Lord Ashley’s eccentricity, all this added up to a surrealist jumble of bearskins, mouflon heads, stuffed eagles, antelope horns, reindeer antlers and elephant tusks. An exquisite fragrance of leather, Virgina tobacco and gun grease pervaded the place.

At the far end of the gallery, brightened up by a fire that crackled in a large fireplace, Lady Alexandra sat in a high-backed Maharajah’s throne. A Bengal tiger-skin lay under her feet. Haughty, superb, inaccessible, she was simply – but divinely – clad in a black satin muslin corset. While emphasizing both the slimness of her waist and the curve of her hips, this garment also highlighted her magnificent and provocative naked bosom. A dark-haired wig and heavy make-up enhanced the severity of her features. Through the bluish wreathes rising from an endless cigarette holder, a mischevious look shone from her green eyes.

- Come closer!

- But, Madam…

- Silence and obey! Here, you shall soon learn that I am no longer Madam, but Mistress and that you are my slave.

The order cracked liked a whip in an icy silence and, upon hearing the front door slam shut behind her, Beatrice suddenly understood she was trapped. A tall man now guarded it. He was almost entirely naked. His face was hidden by a mask and he wore an indented black leather thong, with a circular aperture in its center, displaying and emphasizing uncommonly large male organs. An enigmatic smile drifted over his lips. The maid thought she recognized the smile of George, Lady Alexandra’s butler. Her henchman also. Unless it was the smile of the devilish Harry, that Prince of Darkness.

On the left hand side of the gallery, where torches threw long, irregular shadows on the arcaded ceiling, nine entirely naked young girls were lined up in a row in the niches. The tenth niche was empty. All were as young as Beatrice. Between each pair of legs, the glow from the fire lit up their nether locks, and the pink, erect tips of their breasts.

Several girls were mounted on leather dildoes affixed to the wall, and writhed wildly on them, having been ordered to stimulate themselves until they climaxed. Beatrice watched the line of wriggling bodies. The girls’ hands were tied above their heads, as were their feet below. They had but little space to move on the dildoes and ground away on them, trying to roll their hips as best they could, their eyes drenched in tears.

Another girl, who was moaning gently, had each of her nipples clamped. The clamps carried small brass bells, which shivered as she breathed. Gradually, they had become heavy, pulling at her and, weighing down her breasts, making her painfully aware of them. Lower, between her spread legs, other bells had been attached to her labia. They rubbed her thighs, biting into her flesh.

The last girl had leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Each cuff was fitted with a ring. The girl’s wrists had been suspended to a hook above her head and her legs had been brought up in front of her, so that her ankles were hanging from the same hook. Her head had been forced between her calves and a leather strap held her legs fast against her torso. Thus folded in two, she displayed, right below her flushed face, her naked and swollen sex, emerging from the golden corolla of her pelvis, her pink lips and the little brown carnation between her buttocks.

The masked man was now pacing up and down the row of young women with a satisfied look on his face, obviously taking pleasure in tormenting them. In turn, he spread their legs and caressed their thighs. Then, with his thumb and forefinger, he sank into the damp and silky fleeces, feeling their tender inside lips, and forcing them wide open to reach the fragile nodule of flesh. Then, he fondled it, coming and going patiently, until the girls lifted their hips and panting, convulsed, their sex opening and closing like a small mouth avid for pleasure, finally gave in, their back arched, with a terrible shiver.

In the opposite niches, facing the girls, was a row of ten men, also naked. Each of them very handsome, in his own style, they offered the common vision of their gagged mouths and erect sexes, taught and motionless, their tip glowing, pointing horizontally out of the fleeces that darkened their crotches. The sight of the young women facing was tantalizing, and they arched their hips towards the girls, exasperated, urging to be relieved of the desire that made them so hard.

Some had their limbs spreadeagled, wrists and ankles chained to the wall, their cocks erect despite the weights that had been hung from their balls. Others had their hands tied behind their neck and mockingly or to add to their ordeal, a large pink bow had been tied around their sexes. Others, threaded onto leather dildoes, but differently from the women, had their hands attached behind their back and tried desperately to escape to lessen their suffering.

A little further, a man knelt, his hands tied behind his back. A young peasant girl paddled his buttocks regularly, while at the same time slowly stimulating his cock. When the latter grew limp under the effect of pain, the blows stopped for a moment while the hand caressed it again to make it harden. Suffering this endless torture, the man expressed through his mute pain all the distress in the world, torn between the will to fight and the desire to submit.

The presence of Lady Alexandra excited them further. She had stood up and now, parading before them, added to their agitation by the fleeting touch of her gorgeous body. She stroked back a lock of hair, clearing a forehead, or looked deep into a pair of eyes, letting her fingers caress a smooth chest, twisted a nipple, stroked the curve of a buttock, scratched a leg with the tip of her nails. Silently calling to see their pleasure satisfied, they writhed and pushed forwards to get closer to her. But she didn’t stay, and, abandoning one to torment another, she refrained carefully from affording them release.

On a sign from her, the masked man placed Beatrice at the end of the row of men and made her kneel with her hands on the ground to honour the first one with her mouth. He eagerly thrust his erect member into it. The maid began sucking with application. She kept her eyes closed, sniffing the delicious fragrance of the pubic hair, and enjoying the salty taste of the skin, while the penis kept bumping against the back of her throat, between her aching lips. She felt that her head was being held firmly from behind and she groaned in rhythm with the man’s movements. His pressure was strong, almost brutal, as if he were suddenly released. The pace increased and she felt him come inside her in a final thrust.

Beatrice was then placed before the second man and went to work on the long, thick cock that craned towards her, ignoring her muffled protests, as if she were gagged by the coming and going of the member deep in her throat. Her face was now aching, her mouth distorted and her cheeks had become scarlet. The same ordeal was repeated with the third man, then with the next and so on until the tenth.

Once the girl had reached the end of the row, Lady Alexandra ordered her to come and kiss her feet as a sign of submission. Then, while Beatrice knelt before her, she permitted the masked man to take the maid from behind, rewarding him for his services.

Beatrice was then tied up until daybreak in the empty niche on the women’s side. Her limbs were tightly bound and widely spread to prevent her from attempting to pleasure herself. To prolong her ordeal and keep her painfully awake, her loins pressed up against the cold, rough stone behind her, a thin gold chain was attached in a triangular pattern from her nipples to the ring on her dog’s collar.