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her ordeal had been ordained.
    Anyway, she realised, dwelling on Lady Alicia’s cruelty would not get her anywhere. She pulled off her uniform coyly. Kitty knew the men wanted a show, so she took care not to strip too quickly. She was all too aware of the leather strap, now doubled up again in Mr Blackstock’s hand. She dropped the satin garment to a chorus of whoops and whistles and placed a hand uncertainly on her hip.
    â€˜The corset too, sir?’ she asked hesitantly. She was wearing a heavily-boned back-laced corset of black satin. Kitty knew it would be a sore trial to unhook it on her own.
    â€˜Get over here,’ the head groom grunted gruffly. Kitty swallowed hard and trotted over to him, horribly aware of three pairs of eyes devouring her curvaceous shape. Mr Blackstock took hold of the front of the corset and, with a brief grunt, unhooked the front. The corset fell away behind her. The suspender straps were still attached, so she felt her stockings tugged down behind by the weight of her stays. This was not her most pressing concern, however.
    â€˜All right, boys. You’re going to see a proper B and B.’
    â€˜B and B?’ Davy puzzled.
    Mr Blackstock chuckled. ‘Belting and buggering, lad.’
    With a yelp, Kitty found herself propelled onto a nearby hay bale. She gasped as the prickly straw scratched her naked breasts and belly. She could feel the still-attached corset dragging along behind, her stockings now pulled down to just above her knees. Then she felt another tug and realised that the groom had knelt down on the corset. She hoped he would not damage it. If he did, there was no question about who Lady Alicia would blame. Kitty dared not even think about the state of her silk stockings.
    â€˜Hand me that saddle-soap, Dick.’ There was the sound of rubbing and then she felt his finger on her anus.
    â€˜There’s an art to ringing rose-holes, Davy.’ Mr Blackstock spoke exactly, as if he was giving instructions on how to mount a skittish mare. Kitty gave a surprised gurgle as his finger gently circled her sphincter, massaging the tender tissue until the muscle relaxed.
    â€˜Ooh!’ she moaned as the finger fondled the so-sensitive tissue.
    â€˜It’s no good forcing it. You have to tease it gently till it’s ready to let you in. Uff !’
    She felt his big cock-head press against the ring of muscle. There was tightness and resistance for a moment and then she felt it slide in, surprisingly easily. Kitty remembered Mr Blackstock’s cock as not particularly long, but thick as a girl’s wrist. He must have lubricated her rose-hole well, she thought. That, or else Lady Alicia’s training dildos must be having an effect on her at last. All the same, it was tight enough to make her gasp as she felt him ease in further. Worse, the force of the big man pressing down pushed her naked breasts and belly harder into the scratchy hay.
    â€˜You’re reaming the little bitch proper, Mr Blackstock!’ Dick called out excitedly.
    And it was true. The groom’s weight crushed Kitty’s bare body into the hay as his fat cock inched into her, deeper and deeper. Lost now, moaning deliriously, Kitty could feel his belly rasping against the sore flesh of her bottom. Surely that was as far as it would go? she thought wildly. Then his hands closed on her hips and she gave a startled gasp as she felt him use his tremendous strength to pull himself even further in. She clutched the bale, burying her face in the coarse straw as Mr Blackstock buggered her magisterially.
    â€˜Oh, ah, oh, oh !’ Kitty moaned and whimpered as her bottom-hole was mercilessly reamed. Her hands scrabbled desperately at the bale as she felt herself swept away into a sort of delirium. There seemed to be nothing in the world but the groom’s great cock impaling her, nothing but the throbbing of her bottom and the piston-like motion of his thrusts.
    â€˜Oh,