A Victorian Tale

A Victorian Tale!

Part Eight - Lord Falterham!

Lucien took the exposure. Jennifer knew it would show her complete submission to the cruel man's phallus in her backside, and she felt a little shame. For the fact she had, eventually, enjoyed it and the fact that she had found words she shouldn't know to shout out in her ecstasy. Then the cruel man was gone and she was left groaning, face down on the bed, her bottom pointing at the camera lens. She guessed that her anus would be gaping open which would, she thought abstractedly, make a good picture for those who like that sort of thing. Lucien must have believed that too because the next thing that happened was the whoosh of the magnesium. She was pleased that her face was facing away from the lens at that moment.

"Up you get, Jennifer!" Lucien's gentle voice encouraged her to get ready for the next man. "It's the Lord himself next, if I'm not mistaken."

Jennifer stood and cleaned herself down with the towel and made her way to her rock. I'm a sacrifice no less than Andromeda, she thought, I wonder if I will be taken to heaven to become a star like her. Then she thought of the Vicar back home and what he would say about her behaviour. Doubtless that she is doomed to the fires of hell for her sinful lust. She had to admit, a lot of this was very enjoyable, ratrher devilish.

She had barely pushed her hands back into the manacles before Falterham arrived. He strode past the rock like a hero from the epic tales. He was, Jennifer again noted, very tall and he was carrying a magnificent blade. Gold hilt and steel blade, burnished until it shone, a magical-looking blade from earlier times. He was wearing just three things.

His head was covered with a Greek helm that covered most of his face, just his glittering hard eyes were visible. He carried a gigantic circular bronze shield, over a yard across. It was decorated with a sculpture of the head of Medusa, the snake haired Gorgon slain by Perseus on an earlier adventure. And he was wearing strappy sandals.

His feet, Jennifer noted, were very large and, when the shield was moved to reveal that Falterham was wearing nothing else, she learned why someone recently had referred to a man as having a large shoe size. His phallus was exceptionally long. And it was of a good girth. It seemed to be partially erect but, Jennifer thought, if Hazel was having sex in the other room - which seemed likely from her noises - then the sight of her under a lover might be quite arousing.

Jennifer's chains were still dangling from the high spike but Falterham wanted something different. Putting his sword aside for a moment he took her right hand chain down and, stretching her arm out, chained her to a hook the height of her shoulder. Then he took the left chain and stretched that out to the left. He then used his large feet to push her feet wide apart. Jennifer had seen a drawing by the famous artist Leonardo Da Vinci where a man had been drawn with outstretched arms in a square and circle. I look just like that, she thought.

Then he picked up the magical sword and advanced on her. Slicing her robe from top to bottom with ease. The slash down the front meant that the garment opened up to reveal all. Breasts, belly and her hairy sex.

Having prepared Andromeda for sacrifice he approached Cetus, the sea monster. And thrust! Jennifer said her words as passionately as she could manage. And the Lord slayed the beast.

The craftsman who created it must have made a weak point in the creatures breast, and indicated to his Lord where to strike. The blade sank in and stuck, and Falterham, still leaning into the stroke, indicated to Lucien that he should take the exposure.

As the cloud of smoke from the flash ascended to the ceiling Falterham left the sword in the beast and went to release Jennifer from the manacles. But he took the opportunity to feel her breasts and push his hand between her wide spread legs before he did. He gave a grunt of satisfaction as the ring's effects hit him and his manhood rose rapidly. He almost dragged her to the bed and she managed to make her speech as they went, convinced he would give her little opportunity once they were there.

The wedding photograph was as raw as they come. Falterham made her sit on the edge of the bed and spread her legs as wide as they would go. Then he put her hands under her breasts so she cupped their weight. Finally he took his manhood in hand and put his arm around Jennifer's shoulders and smiled for the camera.

"We will take a second exposure Lucien," he commanded. "Once we get going there will be little opportunity for a clear view."

We, thought Jennifer, who's this we? Unless he's referring to himself like a member of royalty. Does he mean we are going to be joined by someone?

Falterham pulled her off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. Then he pulled her hands onto his phallus and dipped her head until the tip entered her mouth. The message was clear and Jennifer started to suck and lick her lord's phallus. It grew and stiffened and then he pulled her head down until she had swallowed it entirely. She scrabbled at his thighs as the urgent need to breathe overtook her.

"Put your hands out to the side," Falterham commanded.

Jennifer complied even though what she wanted to do was push at his hips until breath returned to her body.

"Spread your fingers," Falterham commanded.

This was easier. She had already started to clutch at the air as sparkling lights started to fill her vision, so spreading her fingers as she grasped at nothingness was almost automatic.

"Wait! Wait!" said the Lord. "Nearly there!"

Jennifer started to moan as the thick phallus continued to prevent her breathing, and the moaning became muffled screams as she became sure he would let her die. And if she bit him then there was a terribly efficient looking sword just yards away.

"Look up at me!" said her tormentor.

She did, though her vision was darkening now.

"Now Lucien," he shouted.

The flash made her eyes hurt. Then she could breathe again and she gasped and spluttered as air flooded back into her lungs.

There was a tentative knock on the door.

"Come!" said Falterham.

And they did. All the men at the Lord's special event trooped into the room in various states of undress and various states of arousal. But amongst them was a sight that made Jennifer gasp audibly.

Falterham was in the process of arranging her on the bed, lying across it so that her sex was available at one side, and her head drooped over the edge on the other side, also available for any manhood that sought a warm mouth. And, as he pulled and pushed her into position she saw Tak, no longer supporting Sir Rupert but someone else. Hazel.

He had removed his codpiece and had put Hazel upon his phallus. She was completely naked, and utterly vulnerable. On display. She was impaled on him, with her back to his chest and abdomen. Her arms and legs were pulled back and thongs tied them behind his back. So her legs were wrapped backwards around his waist, and her arms were pulled back and tied to the sides of his gladiator's costume. Her weight rested on his manhood and Jennifer could see that his manhood had phenomenal girth. Fatter than any she had seen.

He must have a normal length but very fat penis, she thought, and Hazel must be feeling so very full. The Sprite was groaning and moaning on him and her pointy breasts were trembling with every movement. Her sex was fully on display and her long clitoris looked very engorged. Does Falterham know she's a Sprite, Jennifer wondered, and does he know that Tak is an ogre? Surely it is clear to all that they are not human. No human woman could cope with that size of penis.

Her speculation was stopped by the sensation of Falterham pushing his manhood into her. There was no room in her mind now for rumination as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper. She felt him strike her cervix and could no longer remain quiet.

"Ow," she cried. "Oh gracious... that's a lot of manhood."

"Fuck her Falterham," cried one of the men. "Show her what you can do!"

Falterham lifted Jennifer's legs and held them up like a great V and then rested her calves on his shoulders. He slid his hands down to her thighs and started to thrust.

"Oh ow! oh! Oh!" Jennifer cried as all the men stared down at her jerking under the onslaught.

"Go it m'lord!"

"Give it to her!"

"Fuck her senseless!"

Falterham was no callow youth but a man well practised at the arts of love and he pounded away, changing pace, and depth, and alternating between periods of long deep thrusts and short, sharp stabs. Jennifer began to sweat and her cries became louder and more frantic. Then men were touching her breasts and, more overwhelmingly, one man was rubbing her clitoris.

Moans became screams and soon she was reaching out with her hands to touch and stroke the men around her. She wanted them and, when a hand found a manhood she rubbed at it furiously. Then she heard Falterham's voice.

"Bring the little one close," he commanded. "Let her lick the little one's cunt."

Jennifer's head had been jerking about over the edge of the bed, with Lucien's camera the principle thing in her blurred vision, but now Tak arrived to usurp it. With his Sprite in front of him. Because her legs were pulled back her sex was pushed forward and Tak cleverly placed the Sprite's sex onto Jennifer's lips. Jennifer licked.

"Aaah aaah aaah gnnnnnn," shrieked Hazel.

Jennifer's tongue found a clitoris and started to suck and nibble.

"Naaah naaah naaah!" screamed the Sprite. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah." She wriggled in the harness and tried to avoid the touch which was evidently producing more pleasure than she could cope with. Then was convulsing and making copious amounts of juice as she had a violent climax. Jennifer's face was quickly drenched in the stuff but Tak kept the sprite in place and Jennifer was forced to continue. It did not help that her own climax was coming, with all the loss of coordination that created.

"They're both loving that!" said one of the men.

"With a clit that big I'm not surprised," said another.

"Yes, the skinny rat's quite the freak."

"No," said the first voice. "She's one of them. They're all built like that down there. It's what makes them such a good fuck."

"Well the whore's enjoying it, it must taste sweet!"

Hazel's wriggling and Falterham's thrusts combined to move Jennifer in such a way that her licking missed the sprite's sex lips. Her tongue ran over the root of Tak's manhood and around his giant scrotum. The taste was a complete contrast from the sweetness of the sprite. Like eating a not-quite-ripe gooseberry after a mouthful of strawberries. The light in the room changed as if going from inside, in the late afternoon, to outside on a summer's day.

The sounds of the lewd remarks from the men faded, and the sensations of her Lord plundering her vagina with powerful thrusts disappeared too. And then she was there.

--o--

'There' was a landscape of low hills and waterways with no signs of civilization. The sky was blue, the air was warm, with the scent of wild flowers strong on the gentle breeze. But there were no fields, no corn, no sheep grazing. There were no dwellings, and no other signs of human hand, like walls, coppiced trees, canals or drainage ditches. It was a natural wilderness, untouched and unspoiled.

In the distance great creatures wandered in herds, hairy elephant-like beasts and smaller, though no less hairy, beasts. And, coming towards Jennifer, was a line of humanoid creatures. She knew instantly that it was a tribe of ogres.

The men came first. They seemed to be of different ages with the largest and most magnificent specimen at the front of the line. And they all had someone strapped to their manhood, completely naked, in the same way Tak was wearing Hazel. The creatures varied, there were two sprites, several of types of fey that Jennifer had never seen before, including a very green goblin-like female. And there was one, very human, girl on the phallus of the youngest ogre, last in the line of males.

She was short and plump with fat saggy breasts, a prominent belly, and bright ginger hair. She was grinning away as her ogre delved into her plump crack with his fingers. The motion of his walking made her breasts sway and bounce and Jennifer could see that bumps in the ground forced her to move on his phallus. From time to time she made a little squeak of pleasure and Jennifer thought she would probably do the same with such a girth of manhood inside her, and being bounced on it.

The ogre women came after the males. They were as tall as the men but curvy in body with enormous breasts that were shaped depending on their age. The young ones had very firm pointed mammaries that held their position, the middle-aged ogre women had larger but more saggy shapes, and the oldest, a wizened old crone had breasts that lay flat on her prodigious stomach.

Each of the women had a wooden frame that they had put upon their shoulders with straps, and which lay down their back. And the empty frames showed that, at the lowest part there was a carved wooden phallus. It was firmly attached and curved upwards, so the frame and the phallus made a J shape. Some of the women had men impaled on their frame, the carved phallus deep inside the male's anus. Around the chest were straps to hold the men securely to their frame. The men were naked and their penises waved in the air, or dangled between their spread legs, depending - Jennifer presumed - on how aroused they were by the wooden phallus in their anus.

The line of walking ogres passed Jennifer within a few feet so she could see every detail, every carried female in ecstasy on her ogre, every man impaled and groaning on his frame. And, as the last female passed, her man gave a shuddering groan and ejaculated into the air, his seed dropping onto the grass behind the troupe. His mount glanced back and smiled.

None of the tribe paid her any notice. She could see them but they, evidently, could not see her.

Jennifer had the feeling this was an important journey. There was no urgency, or desire to remain hidden, that might signify a hunt, but everyone seemed to have a look of great concentration. The line moved away just as the fat girl had her climax and Jennifer could see her twisting and bouncing on her ogre's manhood in her happiness.

--o--

"She's licking his balls," said a man close to Jennifer's ear.

And he wasn't wrong. Jennifer was sucking and licking at the base of Tak's phallus and his hairy scrotum as if they were the most tasty meal she had ever been presented with. The vision had faded but left her tasting his manhood.

"She's a whore, she'll lick anything for sixpence," said another man.

"Well he's enjoying it. I wonder if he'll like it if she sucks his balls."

Jennifer felt her head being lifted and suddenly found her mouth pressing against Tak's scrotum. She opened as wide as she could manage and took the hairy sack into her warm mouth. She could feel the large testicles and contrived to surround one with her lips and tongue. Tak made a grunt of pleasure.

She soon worked out that sucking and gentle tugging was what pleased the ogre. And, as she continued to be pounded by Falterham, she pleasured Tak.

"Sir... sir," groaned Tak. "May I cum?"

"Oh very well," replied Sir Rupert.

Hazel started to grunt and scream and Jennifer guessed that Tak was moving her on his manhood. This continued for a few minutes as Jennifer worked on each testicle, then Tak roared and she felt the movement in his scrotum as the seed was pumped into the sprite. The testicle she was sucking at the time jerked and danced and she swore she could detect the seed as it travelled upwards.

Hazel, the recipient of this seed, gurgled and moaned loudly and Jennifer went back to licking the sprite's enlarged clitoris. One of the men had identified the sprite as 'one of them' so the number of people that knew about the fey was increasing.

The men were all shouting loudly now and there was a determined tone to their voices. Hazel came again from Jennifer's tongue, then Jennifer from Falterham's thrusting and, when Tak backed away, Jennifer could see that all the men had their phalluses in their hands and were pointing them at her.

Falterham was still pounding away and it soon became evident that none of the men would be allowed to spill their seed before he did. Luckily for the men who were struggling to hold back their ejaculations he didn't last much longer. He stiffened, made a gutteral cry, and pulled out. His seed sprayed all over Jennifer's hairy sex.

Released by their master the other men came one after another and soon Jennifer was splattered with seed all over her body. Her breasts seemed to be a favourite location, as was her face, but inaccuracies in aim meant that some went onto her hair, into her armpits, and as far astray as her naval where it made a little pool of white slime.

Falterham seemed pleased and had a brief word with Lucien, then departed. His men followed.

"Falterham," said Lucien. "Has instructed his servants to bathe you. And he needs to know if you would be prepared to provide the entertainment during, and after, dinner."

"Entertainment?"

"Falterham runs a little Hellfire Club here," explained Lucien. "I've never got involved but it has the usual ingredients of forbidden cults, food, wine and sex."

"I'm not sure that watching me drink a glass of wine would be very entertaining," grinned Jennifer, starting to recover from her pounding from Falterham.

"True," replied Lucien.

"So it's probably sex," she guessed.

"You're right there, I'd guess," he grinned back. "Hazel has already agreed to be part so you would not be alone. But, you have already earned a good wage this morning. You do not have to do it."

"But if I do?"

"Then you will earn considerably more," replied Lucien. "And Falterham will deliver you home with extra gifts. Thought it will be in the early hours."

Miriam would tell me that I should continue my adventure, Jennifer thought, besides I have had a vision. A vision that I want to know more about. Perhaps if I stay then I will learn more.

"I will do it."

"I will let him know," said Lucien. "He wants me to bring a camera into his dining room during dinner, but I am not part of his club so I will leave after that. You have no requirement to come to the studio tomorrow. If the stories are true you will need a day off to recover."

He went off to tell the Lord that Jennifer would be happy to provide entertainment and servants arrived to conduct her to the bathroom.

It was a magnificent tiled room with a large cast-iron bath already steaming with hot, soapy water. And next to the bath was a young maidservant who had stripped to the waist. Her little pert breasts reminded Jennifer of Hazel's and, for a moment she wondered what had become of her sprite friend.

She clambered into the bath and settled into the warm water with a sigh of contentment. The maidservant started to scrub her. The men who had brought her stood by the walls. They could see every part of her nakedness but remained impassive.

Nobody spoke to her and she used the time to think about what she had learned. Here was another fey creature, an ogre, and it wore a codpiece or, more remarkably, a female. And looking at the girth of his manhood it must be almost the same as his length. A most strange phallus. Nobody amongst the men seemed worried by Tak's huge bulk. Perhaps he was more gentle than the fairy tale reputation of that creature. Certainly he seemed that way when he helped Sir Rupert to move around.

And then there was the vision. It suggested that ogres were a social creature, travelling in groups, and supporting each other. And where was the landscape she had witnessed? She could not think of anywhere she had ever visited that was so devoid of human interference. Was this the far north of Scotland? Was this the ogre's own land? She must talk to the Professor about this, share what she's seen.