The Mortification of Isabel by Lindsay Ross Page B

encountered a man watering the luxuriant indoor plants and I expected him to show surprise as I turned towards him but he gave me hardly a glance before genuflecting to my master.
    Then as I led him down a corridor I made a slight error which made my master bark his shin on a pillar and I received a thrashing across my bottom in front of two gentlemen who smiled to each other as if enjoying my plight. It would be an unexpected but welcome entertainment for them to see a dog-woman flogged in their club.
    When my master was ensconced in one of the lounges in a comfortable armchair and a waiter had brought him coffee, a footman sidled up and offered to take me below stairs for a drink and a few leftovers. Mr. Povey could not see the man’s face but when I looked up at him I thought there was a cruel look in his eyes.
    My intuition proved correct because the footman took me to a locked storage room below stairs to which he had the key.
    He left me there for some minutes and then returned with two other footmen who locked the door behind them. The man who had taken me from my master’s side had in his hand a thick leather belt with a large buckle. Without ceremony all of the men stripped themselves of their uniform and came at me together. There were no chairs in the storeroom but there was a table bearing jars of preserves and pickles and they told me to clear it by placing the jars on the floor.
    Then one of the men carefully removed my mask and, putting his hands round my waist, he lifted me onto the table.
    The three men came close and began to touch my private parts, inserting their fingers into both my orifices and taking great liberties. When one man began to bite my thighs and bottom the others followed his lead and I was bitten everywhere including round my pussy. I was not able to defend myself because I had been ordered to raise my hands above my head on pain of the belt being used. I was trembling with fear knowing that I was entirely at the mercy of this sadistic trio who could not believe their good fortune in having a naked woman to use as they pleased.
    When they tired of hurting me in this way two of the footmen climbed onto the table and I was made to offer myself doggie fashion so that one could enter me, the other kneeling astride my head and forcing me to take his cock in my mouth. The third reached under me and tugged at my breasts as if milking me causing me more pain.
    They took turn about and after the third had fucked me I could feel semen seeping from my pussy and running down my thighs.
    “We best get her back to her master before he misses her.”
    “That’s the sort of bitch worth owning.”
    I knew my lower body was covered in very visible bite marks but of course my master couldn’t see them when I was returned to him and he simply thanked the footman for showing kindness to his animal. Kindness indeed!
     
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    That night when we returned to Drydon Hall I waited until my master was asleep before going to Millie seeking consolation. The bites from the callous footmen still hurt me more than I expected and I felt humiliated by being their plaything. Fortunately Mr. Povey had stopped locking the door to his rooms and I was able to crawl out quietly in pursuit of comfort and reassurance in Millie’s arms.
    Out of habit I stayed on hands and knees as I progressed along the passage and that was the position in which John found me when he opened his bedroom door holding a candle. I first saw his hairy legs then realised he was naked.
    “Inside,” he told me.
    It was a few moments before I became aware that there was a woman lying naked on the bed. “You were right John,” she said. “Our little puppy was on the prowl.” It was Margaret.
    The door was locked behind me and I was told to get between the two of them in the bed.
    “What’s this?” Margaret had seen the bite marks. “Has our bitch been in a fight?”
      “Someone at the master’s club, I’d wager,” said John.
    They