EATON SQUARE by Syd

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as described in the story. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may portray different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain adults at all times.

Writer: Syd

Subject: EATON SQUARE

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Satanism, Incest, WS, Young Ones, Snuff, Beast.

Eaton Square

Believe it or not, there is an Eaton Square School, but as I discovered several years ago, it’s not actually in Eaton Square; those who run it nowadays are simply cashing in on the name.

Lord Grosvenor, who owned approximately two-hundred-and-fifty acres of London’s Mayfair and Belgravia district, commissioned master house builder, Thomas Cubitt to construct Eaton Square, a grand garden square of white stucco mansions, seven floors high, ten thousand square feet of opulent living space that attracted London’s elite, rich and powerful to live in grandeur and splendor, and Thomas Cubitt delivered .mansions befitting the status of London’s rich and powerful.

Lord Grosvenor deliberately held back several adjoining plots for his closest friends, who were not only rich and powerful, who were not only successful in business, and pillars of the community, sought after guests on the social calendar, and who gave generously to good causes, no, these powerful men and their families were also the sickest, depraved monsters imaginable, who headed Satanic cults and Masonic orders solely for the purposes of indulging in every depraved act imaginable.

These grand mansions were built to house many of these depraved families next to one another, conveniently close by to make their orgies of depravity easier to organise. Indeed, master builder Thomas Cubitt was instructed to build connected basement rooms beneath some of the mansions that were large enough to resemble a church, and could accommodate dozens of people via secret doors, disguised as cupboards, which came away from the wall when a hidden lever was activated.

What happens when society’s most powerful, yet depraved families, come together to indulge their most depraved desires? Answer, anything and everything, without limits.

It is 1870, at Sixty-Nine Eaton Square, Lady Constance is seated in her large family drawing room, opulent, well-furnished, with oak panelled walls. filled with the best that money could buy. A serene calmness filled the room, punctuated by the sounds of the birds singing in the very well-kept garden Square outside, the occasional sound of horses’ hooves pulling the smart carriages of London’s affluent inhabitants, and of course the grandfather clock.

Several servants occasionally moved quietly around the hallway, an asset to such a rich family that owns such a large mansion in London.

These servants were not only good at their jobs, not only received higher wages than the average servant, but we’re specially sought after for these rich families of Eaton Square needed servants who were not only basically as sick and perverted as they were, but if treated right, and looked after, these servants had to be trusted to keep their damn mouths closed, as they used to say in, “What goes on in Eaton Square, stays in Eaton Square.” Discretion and silence mean so much to these elites.

In return, not only were the servants paid well, but we’re allowed to regularly indulge in their own sordid parties of perversion, everything ran smoothly, nothing was denied, the set up these families had created had worked well for decades, and they weren’t the type of elites who allowed anyone to spoil their fun, after all, wealth in Victorian London was earned the hard way, hard work, intelligence, savvy business men could become very wealthy, and they made damn sure they would enjoy it.

In her drawing room at number sixty-nine, across from Lady Constance sat her equally beautiful, elegant sister, Victoria, a few years younger at thirty-two, both women exuded elegance, sophistication, good breeding and refinement, yet both women rejoiced in their privileges, not just being able to indulge in the best that money can buy, including another estate in the country, first class travel, servants, connections with societies elites and even Royalty, but the both had, like their most trusted inner circles of secret societies, they both had the blackes of corrupted souls.

From a very, very young age, both had been fortunate enough to participate in just about every perversion the demons of hell could guide them too, they had a taste for experimentation and creativity when it came to pushing boundaries and destroying societies norms, and they excelled in it, nothing but nothing was off limits, their parents, who lived just a few doors from them, had taught them well.

Across from Lady Constance, her sister, Lady Victoria, looked briefly at the solid oak door over her sister’s shoulder as she heard a servant’s footsteps quietly passing by the door, as if expecting the servant to enter, to disturb them.

Both women are relaxing, dressed in their button-up white blouses, elegant ankle-length skirts, but both are breathing more excitedly,
“Darling Victoria,” said Constance to her sister, “Do not worry about the servants interrupting us; they can be trusted, they know our secrets, and we know theirs. Just as with your servants, our servants have all been murdered three times in our rituals to be allowed into our circle. We treat them well, they indulge their own perversions, we know they will remain loyal and silent, everyone is happy. So, Victoria darling, let’s speak freely, or shall I put you over my knee and thrash your backside? I know you like me doing that, ever since we were children.”

“Constance, stop teasing me,” replied Victoria, “I know you can practically smell my moist cunt soaking my under garments, I’m going to ruin your sofa, I swear. My heated cunt is like a fire down below, a furnace about to explode and turn your drawing room to ashes. I’m so frustrated just sitting here, darling Constance. If you do not show me the photographs soon, I swear I will run naked around Eaton Square and beg every dog to mount me.”

“My dear, I’m sure you’d give Mama and Papa a heart attack if they were to see you behaving like that on the square,” commented Constance. “But knowing Mother, she would probably run out and join you, you know, she’s insatiable when animals are around. Father would probably bend over that pretty boy servant he has, and fuck that boy in his rear end, all while watching you from the window.

“My dear Victoria, I’m delighted to inform you that the photographs of my dear sweet Katherine, enjoying her first kill of that wretched little boy at our last orgy, have arrived, and I must say,” continued Constance pervertedly, “The photographer has done a most splendid job, we’ve all spent many hours down in the secret gallery salivating over them, drooling over how sweet little Katherine had that little boys cockles hard in no time.

“And just as he was about to shoot his gorgeous sperm six feet into the air, she whipped out the surgeon’s scalpel and sliced his cocklet in two, even before he knew what had happened. Even in that delicious moment before his whole body was seized with excruciating pain, before his seven-year-old brain could translate the horror of his predicament into pain, the photograph captures his blood spewing all over him, my daughter.

“She waited for the photographer to change the plate for his next photograph, then, as she plunges the scalpel into his bare chest, the look of absolute lustful glee upon her pretty little face is delicious,” said Constance, “Do you remember, darling, Victoria?”

Victoria is by this time panting, her eyes glazed and misty as she remembers the night underneath their houses and the adjoining houses, inside the large, secret chamber that they refer to as The Chapel. Several rich and powerful families met for an orgy of utter depravity, and young Katherine’s initiation into her first “human sacrifice” was simply the beginning.

By now, both women were panting heavily. Victoria had lifted her beautiful, long skirt over her knees and was openly pressing her fingers against the soft material of her undergarments, which by now were soaking wet with her cunt juice.

“Blast you, Constance,” said Victoria, “For keeping me in such suspense. Of course, I remember that night. I only wish these camera devices had been around when we made our first kill. I had to wait until I was eight years old before my first human sacrifice, but your darling Katherine is just six.

“I remember how she ripped off that wretched boy’s nipples with her teeth while your husband pummelled her tight arse with his fat cock, I was so excited at the spectacle I actually pissed myself, then gave myself to those two men to use my holes while watching that young boy’s life being snuffed out by your darling Katherine and some of the others.

“I wanted to eat his flesh too, but with two cocks inside me, one in my ass, another in my mouth, I was too overcome with lust to move. I just wanted to feel men’s cocks thrusting in and out of me all night.

“Darling, Constance,” exclaimed Victoria, “Did you feel it that night, the wickedness, the darkness of our very souls, we were consumed by lust demons once again, and it was delicious. My husband and son have raped me over and over since then. Thank goodness the servants have been there to tend the house; nothing would have been done, and I’m certain the house would have fallen into disarray.

“Did you feel it again that night, Constance?” Victoria continued, “The presence of evil inside our dark souls?”

Victoria looked across at her beautiful sister, her soft, delicate face now flushed and red as she recalled those events that night when every participant seemed to be consumed by a terrifying evil, as if they had all become possessed, and the feeling that no act of perversion couldn’t be carried out … and completely enjoyed.

Constance was also breathing heavily, recalling the sordid details of their sacrificial Ritual, no matter how abhorrent it would have seemed to anyone else, her face had an almost angelic look, as if those perversions were acceptable, normal, enjoyable, and to the twisted residents of Eaton Square who were there that night, plus their select guests, these perversions, even human sacrifice and cannibalism, it’s all perfectly normal.

“Yes, yes, my darling incestuous sister, of course I remember how it felt,” replied Constance, “It felt wrong, horrific, blasphemous, against every societal norm and decency that outwardly we hold dear and sacred, but darling Victoria, the thumping in my heart made me think it would explode. The wetness flowing from my burning cunt, would have scorched my under garments if I were wearing them. The ache in my body overwhelmed me, you, mother, father, every person present; that ache for perversion, for filth, had to be sated, no matter what.

“Finally, my very soul seemed to have been possessed, as it always feels during these orgies, something, someone seems to be speaking to me, coldly, yet like a hot breath within my chest, I know you felt it too, Victoria. What we do is wrong, so very wrong, yet I cannot stop myself from enjoying every moment, and to be honest, I do not want to stop, and I know you feel the same, darling sister, and to be honest, I hope the wickedness never, ever stops,” continued Constance, “Don’t you feel the same, Victoria?”

Victoria, looking across at her older sisters glassy expression, slides her soft wet tongue over her lips, breathing low but deeply, still oozing cunt juice as she recalls how she feels consumed by the same wickedness at every orgy they attend, where morals are nowhere to be found, and an evil consumes everyone’s soul and seems to give them the right to commit and enjoy the most perverted acts.

“You know, darling, Constance,” Victoria smiles slyly, “I just wish Father had held on to one of those camera devices when I enjoyed my first kill. That man we sacrificed that night, his screams as I looked into his shattered soul after slicing off his big, stiff cock, holding it in front of his bulging eyes, and taking it between my lips and sucking it, I actually found it hysterical.

“There I was, holding his dismembered erect cock, in front of his face and giving him a blow job. I swear, I actually laughed so hard. And so did everybody else who didn’t have either a cock or cunt in their mouth. I still find it hysterical every time I recall that night.”

“Yes, I remember, darling,” said Constance, “It was rather hilarious when the absurdity of it all dawned on everyone, except that poor man, of course, not much of a sense of humor.”

Both women smiled at each other as they both recalled young Lady Victoria’s first human sacrifice.

Constance rose to her feet, held her soft hand out to her sister to take,

Come, darling,” Constance said, “Let us go to the gallery below, you will see what marvellous history we are creating, our grandchildren and future generations will marvel and be so jealous when they can see what fun we indulged in. But first, my incestuous sister in depravity, let me feel your soft wet tongue upon mine, kiss me deeply, as you have since we were babies.”

Victoria rose slowly, her lustful arousal continuing to make her still hot and blushing with a heat within her body that ached. She took her sister’s soft, delicate hand. They moved towards each other and slowly embraced, arms around the female’s body, softness under white blouses pressing together, breasts against soft breasts, arms around waist and hair, a sensuous embrace yet forbidden by most, but their deep love and incestuous desire for each other had broken barriers many years before.

As they faced each other, no words, but looking deeply into their lovers’ eyes, smouldering desire consumed them. Soft lips met, parted as wet tongues slid seductively into each other’s mouths, loud sucking could be heard as tongues slid against each other, and passion became lewd. Deep French kissing, tongues thrusting in and out of each other’s hungry mouths, their embrace tightened, pulling each other closer, soft tits rubbed against soft tits, soft hands roamed the other’s curvaceous body, fondling bum cheeks, squeezing and grabbing flesh. Sisterly love had been corrupted long ago, replaced by incestuous lust.

They embraced tightly as they had done on hundreds of occasions, their lewd behaviour causing them to lose control as they sought to force their long wet tongues deeper into the other’s greedy mouth. This passion for each other was special to them, as sinful as society outside would have found it, the two adult sisters relished each other’s very intimate contact.

Their desire for each other’s bodies came from a lifetime of incestuous lust, experimenting day after day, night after night, guided by their equally perverted mother, especially. Exploring each other’s body, discovering how to bring the other to heights of ecstasy, stroking, licking every inch of female flesh, tasting each other’s dripping cunt, swallowing their body fluids, eagerly relishing each other’s pussy juice, piss, shit, all under the watchful eyes of their depraved mother, female family members and extended pervs of their social circle.

They knew how to set the other’s body on fire, but not that they were total lesbians, each had fucked hundreds of men and boys. Each was happily married to a successful businessman. Each had fucked their own sons. They both craved male cocks, sometimes many male cocks at once, during their monthly orgies within London’s great houses.

Men were different, of course; neither could go very long without a male cock shooting his cum in any of their holes. But men felt different, smelled different, masculine men and their stiff cocks excited these high-class whores differently, and they would never change that for one moment.

Also, the cocks of beasts had also enjoyed all their lives. Dog cock, horse cock, felt differently, smelled differently, tasted differently. How they enjoyed giving themselves to animals, rutting shamelessly against rough animal fur, screaming ecstasy as animal cock raped their holes over and over, filling them with animal cum, they would never change that either.

No, male cock, whether man or beast, gave them so much pleasure, but being in the arms of their biological sister always made Lady Constance and Lady Victoria feel as if their incestuous bond made their relationship complete, so special, so loving.

Breathless, they broke their embrace. Soft tongues sliding back into wet mouths.

They smiled softly at each other. Dark eyes smouldering. For a moment, as they stood in this opulent drawing room, as breasts heaved, soft whispering breaths hot with passion filled the air, the grandfather clock chimed. Lady Constance took her sister’s soft hand, and they strolled towards the exit into the equally opulent hallway.
“It’s three in the afternoon,” said Constance, “My daughter will be home from school soon, Hudson has left to collect her. I’m sure when she arrives, you’ll be so hot she will devour your pussy as we look at the photographs. Come, darling, let’s go to the gallery in the basement.”

As they open a secret panel in the wall two levels down, a bookcase swings slowly open, to reveal the secret room of vice and depravity, they cheekily refer to as The Chapel.

As they are about to enter, two servants emerge, one a woman of about twenty-five, Rose, with her twelve-year-old daughter, Rosie. Brief pleasantries are exchanged, and Lady Constance speaks to Rose.

“Rose, darling, I’m about to show Lady Victoria the new additions to our gallery,” said Constance, “Has everything been cleaned and prepared?”

“Yes, ma’am, everything has been swept and dusted, clean as a whistle, as they say,” replied Rose.

“Good Rose, thank you. Open your mouth,” Constance replied.

For a moment, Rose and Lady Victoria are both taken aback by the strange request. Lady Constance steps forward and spits into the open mouth of Rose the servant, wrapping her arms around her waist and smashing her lips against Rose’s mouth, forcing her tongue between her lips and kissing her deeply. Rose responds, holding onto her mistress, lewdly sucking on the other woman’s intrusive wet tongue, not for the first time. This brazen sapphic display continues for several seconds before Lady Constance pulls away from Rose’s mouth, both women breathless,

Madam, you have such an effect on me; you make my knees buckle every time,” said Rose.

Constance turns to her sister, Victoria, pulling your skirt up and letting young Rosie demonstrate what a good cunt licker she is, despite her young age.

Victoria’s eyes light up as suddenly as her hands pull her skirt up and pull her under garments aside, to reveal her soaking, smelly, hairy gash, in great need of a hot young tongue.

Rosie falls to her knees without hesitation, and Victoria guides Rose’s head into her wet bush. As soon as Rose’s soft tongue makes contact with Victoria’s dripping cunt lips, Victoria lets out an almost animalistic growl. She grinds the young girl’s face into her cunt, holding her firmly. Rosie can smell the pussy juice coming from the older woman’s cunt, her tongue eagerly laps expertly at the cunt, finding that button only women know about, that will send Lady Victoria over the edge.

Lady Constance’s face is alight with lust, again. Turning to the young girl’s mother,

Your daughter is already an expert cunt licker, Rose,” said Constance.

She should be madam, I trained her,” replied Rose.

Both women lock lips again, swapping saliva, exploring each other’s wet mouths, groping, feeling the other’s soft tits under their blouses.

Victoria is almost there. Young Rosie is very good at pleasing another woman with her expert tongue, just ask her mother.

Victoria’s grip on the back of Rosie’s head tightens, pulling the young girl’s face against her cunt. Rosie, her face wet with the older woman’s pussy juice, grips Victoria’s soft thighs and slurps and licks wet cunt lips, swallowing pussy cum as Victoria grits her teeth and an animalistic growl emanates from her throat, shrieking,

Fuck yeah, eat me slut, make me fucking cum, you piece of fucking shit. Mmmm, fuck, praise Satan, fuck me cunt, fuck me!” cried Victoria in ecstacy.

As Lady Constance and Rose watch the filthy display of shamelessness in front of them, still holding onto each other, watching as Victoria’s frantic cum subsides and she slightly lessens her iron grip on Rosie’s head, she slumps forward, looking up at the gaze of her two voyeurs, smiling but still breathless.

Fuck yeah, Praise the Lord, Praise Satan,” Victoria cried, “I fucking needed that!”

Then, with Rosie’s face still mashed against her wet cunt, Lady Victoria commits a most unladylike act. Still looking at her sister and the servant, she pisses over the young girl’s face.

“Drink up, young lady. Enjoy!” laughed Victoria.

Beneath Victoria’s skirt, young Rosie obediently opens her mouth, and much of the acrid piss flows to the floor, but Rosie does her best to swallow as much as possible, the rest forming a small pool at their feet.

Both onlookers gaze at the piss dripping down onto the floor, both lick their lips, both are piss drinkers, both enjoy the golden rain.

Rosie continues to lick Lady Victoria’s piss-drenched thighs as Lady Constance and Rose kiss once more. Both burning with passion, but Lady Constance has promised to show her sister the new photo collection, so she untangled herself from the sapphic embrace she enjoyed with Rose, and she spoke softly to the servants.

Rose, darling, show us what a pair of piss-drinking lovers you are,” exclaimed Constance, “Please, both of you, clean up my sister’s delicious piss with your tongues!”

Without hesitation, Rose agreed, almost enthusiastically.

“Yes, of course, Madam,” replied Rose eagerly.

With that, Victoria released young Rosie from between her wet thighs. Rose dropped to her knees, and both servants put their faces to the marble floor and began licking up the yellow piss, almost as if they really enjoyed it, as if the piss was a yellow wine; they swallowed without hesitation.

The two women looking on glanced at each other, then looked at the spectacle of the mother and daughter kneeling on the floor, lapping up Lady Victoria’s urine.

After a short while, Lady Constance interrupted them.

“Rose, that’s enough,” cried Constance, “Fetch a cloth and wipe the rest up, then Rosie should clean herself. My daughter, Katherine, will be home soon. Send her to the gallery, please. I’m showing Lady Victoria our latest additions to the collection.

“Yes, Madam!” replied Rose.

With that, Lady Constance took her sister, Lady Victoria, by her soft hand and led her through the door into the secret gallery, gently closing the door behind them.

Meanwhile, not far away, at the opposite end of Eaton Square, a smart carriage pulled by a single horse comes to a halt outside the tall, iron gates of Eaton Square School. An establishment where the elites send their children to become the future rich, powerful men and women.

At the side of the carriage stands Hudson, another trusted servant of Lady Constance and her family. He is there to greet young Katherine and soon she catches his attention as he picks out her smiling face and gentle wave as she catches his attention, she hurries towards the carriage.

Sweet, smiling Katherine, she may be, an innocent six-year-old? Far from it. Born into a world of depravity, schooled in the dark Satanic arts, had more cock and pussy in her six years than most whores have in a lifetime.

Young Katherine smiles at Hudson as he greets her and opens the carriage door for her. Katherine takes Hudson’s arm to steady herself as she climbs the few steps up into the main body of the carriage. Katherine enters the plush carriage and sits on the cushioned bench on one side.

“How was your day, young lady? Productive, I hope?” Said Hudson.

“I’m afraid I’m in big trouble, Mr Hudson,” said Katherine, “Mother and Father will be most displeased with me, I’m afraid!”

Really miss, why is that? May I ask?” asked Hudson.

“Well, Mr Hudson, I was caught rubbing a boy’s private parts through his trousers by that stuck-up English teacher, Miss O’Neil,” replied the young lady, “She said she would tell mother and father, then marched me straight to the headmaster. As he is a good friend of the family and regularly supplies young boys and girls for our special parties, I thought he would pretend to be angry just to get Miss O’Neil out of his office.

“But no, he was really furious and insisted Miss O’Neill remain in the office while he thrashed my backside, and he gave my backside a jolly thrashing with his cane, and I could see he was enjoying it as he had a big bulge in the front of his trousers, I’m certain Miss O’Neill also saw it as she was licking her lips and at one point biting her bottom lip as the headmaster thrashed my backside, and it jolly well hurt me too, Hudson, I can tell you. The old man told me he would tell mother and father.”

“My goodness,” exclaimed Hudson, “Miss Katherine, you know what that means, don’t you, young lady?

“Yes, Mr Hudson, father will thrash me for being indiscreet, he’ll also get a hard on and fuck me!” She replied.

“Possibly miss, your parents constantly tell you to control your behaviour,” he answered, “Otherwise it could be very compromising for your family if too many people start asking questions. Good job, the headmaster is a personal friend of the family, even if he does take advantage of some of the children. Now sit yourself comfortably, Miss Katherine, you’re home.”

With that, Katherine made herself comfortable on the carriage seat, sat back as Hudson closed the door, climbed up onto the front of the carriage, held the horses’ reins, and casually glanced up to the first-floor right corner of the school building, where he spotted the figure of the middle-aged headmaster peering down at the carriage.

As Hudson gave a slight smile, he noticed, by the headmaster’s side, a small boy. The headmaster had his hand on the boy’s shoulder, and a smart woman of about forty years stood just behind them.

To Mr Hudson’s shock, the headmaster knelt forward and kissed the boy on the lips; it was obvious and no mistake, thought Hudson, as he discreetly rubbed the front of his trousers. The headmaster continued kissing the boy openly, even though the woman behind them was probably the boy’s mother; she did nothing but watch them. Suddenly, the headmaster led the boy off to the side and out of the view of Hudson. When that happened, the woman simply stepped forward towards the window and closed the drapes.

“Lucky fuckers!” whispered Hudson under his breath.

He imagines what pleasures the headmaster, the woman and the boy would be enjoying.

Hudson gave a minor tug on the reins, and the horse moved slowly forward along Eaton Square. Behind Hudson, inside the carriage, young Katherine brushed back her long, dark brown hair, still smarting at the caning she had received. Within the privacy of the carriage, she moved her little soft hand to her backside, and she rubbed it, the tender skin still sore. She still remembered the lascivious look in the headmaster’s eyes as he thrashed her bare bum. Also, the bulge in his pants.

If snooty Miss O’Neill hadn’t been in the office, Katherine would have begged the headmaster to allow her to suck his cock instead of being thrashed; even at such a young age, she had learned she had power over men, that she could use her beauty and charms to get what she wanted. But with that snooty teacher in the office, she knew she had to allow the headmaster to punish her, and he did, and she knew he enjoyed it, and Katherine thought maybe Miss O’Neill also received some twisted pleasure from watching the headmaster punish her.

“Just you wait, headmaster, just you wait, the next time you attend one of mother and father’s special parties in the basement chapel,” Katherine then smirked to herself, “And a man has you bent over and is fucking your arse with his cock, I swear, I swear I will pick up a belt and thrash you myself, and give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Katherine slid her fingers under her long skirt and inside her undergarments and rubbed her young slit, thinking of how delightful it would be to thrash the headmaster while watching a man ass fuck him. She continued her heated masturbation while trying to get herself off.

There was privacy inside the carriage, so she leaned back against the bench, continuing to masturbate. She turned her thoughts to the horse pulling the carriage; her family owned several horses. Even at her young age, she had been fortunate enough to witness her own aunt Victoria sucking and fucking a horse, taking huge amounts of horse cum into her mouth, then kissing men and women who also enjoyed animal cum.

Other female friends of her family had fucked and sucked dogs and horses.

Katherine fingered herself more vigorously as she recalled a few occasions when she could be alone in the stable, by herself with the horses.

Katherine loved horses, but it was more than the love for a family pet; her love of horses was much deeper, much darker.

When she was alone in the stable, she enjoyed looking at them, admiring their beauty, their majesty, the way they felt as she ran her soft hands over their body. She remembered the smell, which made her breathe more deeply. The noise they made as she teased them, before placing her hands below their belly, and holding their mighty, stiff cocks within her palms.

She would stand open-mouthed as the mighty cock stiffened, she would gasp as the cock grew in her hands, then, ensuring she was alone, looking around to double check she had complete privacy, she leaned forward, kissing it tenderly, softly, lovingly caressing it, then slowly pushing her wet tongue out to lick along the rubbery skin of this magnificent cock.

As she continued stroking, she wondered how on earth the men and women could take such a monster in their mouths, between their legs. She wondered what horse spunk tasted like, and she licked her lips as she imagined taking horse cum in her mouth and over her face. She grinned at the thought of receiving her first mouthful of delicious horse cum. She vowed that when that day arrives, she will share the horse cum with her dear mother first, who has guided her so many times during her corrupted life already.

Inside the privacy of the carriage, young Katherine sprawled along the bench, legs wide open, fingers beneath her garments, sliding in and out of her young, well-used cunt. She brought her fingers to her lips to taste her own heated juices, her vivid imagination creating sordid images of fucking horses, her young imagination already on fire.

Katherine pushed herself over the edge as she orgasmed, fingers pinching her clip. She opened her legs lewdly and bit her lips as she arched her back and cried out to release a loud groan that filled the carriage. As her shattering orgasm subsided, the carriage stopped.

At the front of the carriage, Hudson slid back a plate in the carriage wall, which was used so the driver could communicate with the occupants.

As Hudson peered inside from his raised position, he could see young Katherine sprawled along the bench, panting heavily, fingers still inside her slit. Hudson could not take his eyes off the delicious, young whore. He rubbed his already stiff cock over his uniform trousers.

“Miss Katherine, are you alright?” inquired Hudson.

“Yes, Hudson, I’m fine. Do we have far to go?” replied young Katherine.

“No, miss, we’ll be home in five minutes, just another block,” he responded.

Hudson closed the plate and turned in the direction they’re heading. As he smacked the reins against the horse to move on, he gripped his stiff cock beneath his trousers and kept the image he had just seen in his mind until they reached home.

The sight of Katherine in such a compromising position was nothing new. Being a servant to these rich residents of Belgravia, he had been permitted to indulge his own sick perversions on many occasions, as did the rest of the staff. His powerful employers knew that happy staff were loyal staff.

The carriage pulled up at the front of the house. Young Katherine had composed herself, straightened her clothing, and when Hudson opened the carriage door, he offered Katherine his arm to assist her to step down from the carriage.

Thanking Hudson, Katherine looked over to the mansion two doors down, where her grandparents lived. She saw her sixty-year-old grandfather standing in the window. She smiled sweetly at him, and he waved lovingly back.

Hudson turned to see what or who Katherine had waved to. Upon seeing Katherine’s grandfather in the window, Hudson raised his fingers to his cap and raised it slightly, acknowledging the grandfather, who waved back at Hudson.

As Katherine climbed the steps to the mansion, Hudson watched her petite ass climb the stairs, staring, still with the image in his mind he had seen just five minutes earlier.

Hudson climbed back onto the carriage, and the horses moved away on their journey to the stables at the rear of the house.

Katherine’s grandfather, still in the window of his own drawing room, watched Katherine disappear into her home, then continued to watch Hudson step aboard the carriage.

Without turning around to look at his wife, who was reading her newspaper, The Times, he spoke,

“You know, my dear, young Katherine gets more beautiful every day,” complimented her Grandfather, “Just like her mother. She gets more desirable too, just like her sexy mother. Just watching them both always gets me so excited. That fellow who looks after the horses, Hudson, I’ve seen the way he looks at our granddaughter; I’m sure he would rape Katherine in the carriage if he could get away with it.”

“Mmmm, never thought of that,” replied Grandmother, “Why don’t you arrange it, darling, and join in? He has got a big cock, do you think our granddaughter could take it? She is only six after all?”

“Oh yes, my dear, that big cock of his, it’s thick alright,” answered Grandfather, “Had it down my throat several times. The scoundrel was deliberately trying to choke me with it, I swear.”

“Now, now, dear, we all know you enjoy nothing more than a big cock thrusting violently down your throat, until your eyes water,” said Grandmother.

The grandfather watches the carriage with Hudson sitting on the top disappear around the corner to the stables at the rear of the house.

The horse trotted into the yard, and Hudson climbed down from his seat. He unfastened the straps that bound the horse to the carriage, and led the horse into the stable, deserted except for three other horses that belonged to Katherine’s parents and grandparents, who shared the stable, financially it made more financial sense for both families to share one stable rather than have two separate stables. The rich do not become rich by wasting money.

Hudson led the horse to the trough, so it could drink some water, and as the horse drank, Hudson stroked the long hair of the horse’s mane. The horse flicked its tail as it felt the coolness of the water and the soothing strokes of the man’s hand running through its mane.

Hudson stood there with the horse, recalling the events that he had witnessed earlier, of young Katherine fingering her bald pussy. The sound of her reaching orgasm. The picture in his mind of her sprawled across the bench inside the carriage, her young fingers buried inside her cunt, bringing pleasure to himself.

None of what Hudson had seen surprised or shocked him; he had witnessed many sexual acts in his time working for this family, and they had also allowed him to take part in so many wicked orgies, as a reward for his efforts, hard work and loyalty. They had looked after him, been kind to him, but he never failed to get a stiff cock, nothing shocked him; he was as twisted as they were in his desires.

Hudson recollected an event he had witnessed just recently. He was taking a breather outside the stable when he heard young Katherine enter on the other side. She was so pretty, he thought, long hair like her mother, such soft features, such a depraved whore, such a turn on, so young yet so experienced in carnal matters.

He had watched her stroking the horses, first their neck, bodies, then the little vixen had allowed her delicate fingers to wander onto the horse’s cock.

Hudson remembered how he stood transfixed at such a sight, how he stood so still, not wanting to make a sound, as he took his own cock in his rough fingers and masturbated as she had leaned forward to delicately kiss and then lick the cock.

Hudson was interrupted from his recollection by his still stiff cock trying to burst out of his trousers, so, being certain he was alone, he released his cock to give it some air.

He knelt on his knees and with his other hand, stroked the already semi-hard cock horse. Just as Katherine had done, Hudson leaned forward to expertly lick the horse’s cock with his wet tongue, for unlike young Katherine, Hudson was no stranger to cock sucking, be it man, boy, dog or horse, Hudson was a willing and enthusiastic lover of male cock, sperms and piss, he had realised long ago there was no difference between the lower or upper classes when it came to perversion.

Hudson kissed and licked the hardening cock of the horse. He heard the horse respond to his hands and mouth; he saw its reaction in the way the horse’s cock lengthened as it became more excited.

Maybe the horse had smelled young Katherine’s cunt earlier, even though she was fingering herself inside the carriage.

Hudson continued to run his hand up and down his own thick cock while still greedily enjoying wanking the horse cock. Kissing and sucking the thick animal dick, taking in the musky smell of sweaty animal pre cum as it seeped from the thick tip.

The horse bucked slightly as the man gripped its cock hard, eagerly sucking like a whore, like the devoted cock sucker he was. He breathed heavily as he shot his own cum high into the air, then waited for the flood of filth that spewed from the horse’s angry cock.

Soon enough, huge amounts of horse cum flooded from its cock straight down Hudson’s open throat, almost panicking as if he might waste a single drop. Hudson frantically tried to catch every drop of horse filth in his open mouth, which he really tried to do, but much had splashed his face, much had entered his mouth, which he tried to swallow immediately.

Hudson continued to wank the horse’s cock furiously, determined to empty the balls of the beast, and the horse gave the man load after load, until finally the horse was drained, and Hudson continued to lick the remaining animal spunk that dribbled from the giant flagging cock.

Hudson, breathing heavily, tongue still savouring the acrid taste of horse cum, face covered in filth, to him the smell was almost intoxicating, thick, creamy, tasty.

Finally, Hudson got to his feet and allowed the horse to lick his face, thereby not only swallowing its own cum, but also cleaning the man’s face too.

As Hudson stood with his limp cock in his hand, the last sordid act left to perform, he thought to himself, was a good piss.

First, he aimed his piss over the horse’s neck, then to the horse’s mouth. Whether the beast enjoyed the taste, Hudson could not tell, but the horse took the man’s golden shower into its open mouth anyway

THE END?