Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Too-Kay Web A Sexual Exploration Chapter 8 Abducted! (M/F, rape, F/F, Dom) Two weeks after that wonderful steeplechase, which Nancy won by a short head, Nancy was reliving the celebrations. She had decreed that everyone wore just one garment (belts were outlawed) and everyone had to go barefoot. The resulting game of cards soon had everyone naked, and then for every gain the winner was brought to near orgasm till everybody was in such a heightened state of arousal no one was really interested in cards. They all wanted another kind of pleasure - and they got it! "Miss - beg your pardon, miss, the young mistress' fiancée's man has asked for you," Nancy came out of her daydream to see Ann, the latest in a long string of maids-of-all-work, standing at the door. "Why hasn't he asked for Cesca? Why me?" "I dunno, miss, that was what he said," Ann said a little sullenly. Nancy's status in the household was an anomaly, and one beyond her at the moment. "Oh, alright, tell him I shall be down shortly. Where have you put him?" "The Hall's good enough for him, miss. I'll tell him to wait for you," Ann slid out of the room noiselessly. At least, thought Nancy as she stood up and tidied herself, she didn't clomp-clomp around like her predecessor, May. There was a noisy servant for you! Chuckling at the memory of May's heavy step, Nancy left her little sitting-room and went downstairs. The man waiting was a new manservant - Jack went through servants the way he wore out shirts - and he acknowledged Nancy's arrival. "Thank heaven's you're here. Its your young lady, miss, she has had a turn and needs you," "I thought - oh, never mind. What's your name? Where is Cesca? Ann - Ann - there you are! Please tell the master that his sister has had some mishap and I'm going to her. Go on, girl, run round to the club and get him!" "I'm John, miss, and your lady is at the master's," he replied as Ann rushed off to Henry's club. "Well, John, let's go to her, then," Snatching her scarf and bonnet from the stand, Nancy hurried the man out of the house. Thankfully there was a cab several doors down the road. "Ah, good! A cab when you actually *need* one! Call him over here, John," Nancy hovered anxiously as the man hailed the horse-drawn cab. What was wrong with Cesca that Jack would have sent word to her to come? Why didn't he call Henry instead? Finally the cab drew up beside the kerb, and John assisted her into the cab, saying he'd ride beside the driver. As the door closed behind her, Nancy saw a strange woman already in the cab. "I'm most terribly sorry. I'll get out and -" "Do not trouble yourself. I have been sent to get you," The stranger grabbed Nancy's arm and put a hand over her mouth. "Please don't make a scene. I really would hate to have to administer chloroform; it does so smell on one's hands. Just sit down and we will be off to my master's. You will have many things explained on the journey to his country residence in Somerset," Nancy sat. "Drive on to Paddington, Bert, I've got her," The cab lurched forward but Nancy was held rigidly by the woman. "My name is Baker, Miss Ida Baker. You were the reason I was discharged a little under a year ago," "I wasn't employed till a month afterwards!" Nancy protested. The grim faced woman ignored her. "Has that Summers seduced you? He tried with me, as did that little bitch of a sister, but I was having nothing of it. Then after I left that house, I met Bert and he introduced me to his master, Sir Adam Peters," Nancy jumped. "Ah, I see you know him, well, we got talking and when he said he wanted to get even with Summers, I wanted in. We got that little bitch already - though I enjoyed our meeting far more than she did! Then it was your turn," the woman smiled unpleasantly at Nancy. "I am going to tie your hands behind you, then I will start my initial investigations. Stay still, wont you? Miss Baker tied Nancy's hands behind her deliberately tightly. Then, after pulling the shutters on the windows, she started touching the girl. She slid her hand toughly into the bodice and managed to pinch Nancy. Then the hand went beneath her skirt, up to her thighs and then higher. "Sir Adam was right. You are lusty. We shall have to do something about that once we are on his private train," The cab lurched as the driver moved to avoid some pedestrians. They couldn't be far from Paddington, surely? Nancy was disorientated and scared. Adam Peters had raped her once and would obviously do so again, but why take Cesca, unless he wanted to get at Jack too? A male voice called down to say that they were nearly there. Miss Baker turned to her captive, "You will not try to escape, understand? If you do anything other than what I tell you to, it shall be the worse for you. Your mistress waits for us in a private waiting room, and we shall be joining her for half an hour before our train is able to leave. I shall unfasten your hands but shall keep one hand tied to my belt, and we shall walk quickly to the waiting room while John sees to the cab and our tickets," Nancy was bustled out of the cab and along the concourse towards a secluded waiting room. Opening the door, Miss Baker said, "Here is bird number two. Your master will have plenty of activities to keep you two very busy indeed. The country house you're going to doubles as a private club and he has his own house parties," "Cesca! What have they done to you?" Nancy said, appalled at the sight of Cesca in shabby and torn clothes. "Precisely what is going to happen to you, miss! Undress completely. NOW!" Miss Baker thundered. "We do not have time to waste. Sir Adam insisted that both of you should be so soundly thrashed prior to boarding the train that subsequent attentions would be easier. Ah, John, help this nimby-pimby young miss to undress while talk to my former employer," John's 'help' was to take a knife to all the lacings and then he pulled the garments off Nancy leaving her shivering in the cold. He then approached her from behind and tried to put something into her tight hole. "Very well, you are going to need forcible training," He pulled Nancy to a column that penetrated the waiting area. Reaching for a length of rope, he tied Nancy to the cold column. Next he produced a leather belt and started to thrash her. Nancy screamed in pain as the belt landed on her back. "Scream away, nobody'll hear you. Of course, it does add to *my* enjoyment of you!" Soon it felt as if Nancy's entire back was on fire. Abruptly John stopped. Nancy could hear Cesca pleading with Miss Baker to stop hurting her. "Let's see what you're like now, shall we?" He ran something over her pain-free buttocks and then pressed. Hard. Nancy shrieked as the thing made its way into her. "Better, but let's see what you are like with the real thing," Nancy sensed him fumbling with his cock. It was free of John's clothing. He rested it against the soreness and pressed. Nancy bellowed in pain. It bore into her like a hot poker. The harder he pressed, the more it hurt. Then he started fumbling for her clit. The clumsy stimulation did nothing but make the whole thing more painful. Nancy was now crying furiously. John moved himself in and out of her, going deeper every time, and Nancy just cried even more, ignoring the weeping. "I think that with the practice that you'll get on the train, you'll just be ready for the master when we get home. You have a beautiful bottom, you know, just what he likes. Makes him able to pretend easier that you're a boy, like your mistress. Master just *loves* her bum," He then untied her but did nothing to stop her falling in a heap on the floor. Throwing a bundle of clothing at her he instructed her to dress. Ida Baker had other plans, however, and snatched the belt from John. "I said you would have things to learn. Let's just have a very quick lesson here. John, sit on her body," Nancy was suddenly squashed down onto the cold concrete and the next thing she knew, she was having her clit whipped sadistically. Ida knew exactly how to control the belt, and with John holding her thighs down, Nancy's clit was spectacularly whipped within seconds. Howling in pain, Nancy experienced humiliation like never before. Ida then dropped the strap and knelt to bite the already agonised flesh. Sliding the tip of the umbrella she was carrying into Nancy's cunt she proceeded to rape her brutally. Thrusting the umbrella ever deeper into the abused cunt, Ida Baker began her revenge. She would personally break Nancy for Sir Adam. It would give her immense pleasure, and not only intellectual pleasure, to dominate this girl to the extent that if told to, Nancy would kneel in a lit bonfire without question. Nancy would pleasure her in the ways Ida had been taught by Adam, at any time of day or night with no desire to be pleasured in return. This was just the first stage in the process, breaking the link with enjoyment. Ida motioned to John to move and she lay on top of Nancy, fingering her and at the same time, giving razor sharp bites to her breasts. Unable to push Ida off the lower half of her body, Nancy tried to dislodge her enough to sit up. "I did not tell you that you could move! Once we are aboard the train, we shall take you to the brake and cure you of that, while your mistress is gang raped in front of you, then we'll switch you over, so you are gang raped. Now get dressed, it is time to go." Nancy had to rush to get dressed in the shabby dress flung at her before she and Cesca were hurried onto the private train headed for the Somerset/Devon border. Chapter 9 Copyright Too-Kay, 2000 All rights reserved. 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