Lydia's Just Desserts

Kitty crept toward the door, her eye anxiously watching the street for familiar faces. It had been difficult enough to get to London. It would not do to be caught now. Lydia had been clear in her letter that only she would be able to understand the situation and persuade her father to do what was necessary to bring poor Lydia home. Kitty felt brave and daring as she approached the house and knocked.
A hollow-cheeked man answered the door.
"Can I help you, young lady?" he asked.
Somewhat intimidated by his bleak looks, Kitty steeled herself.
"I am here for my sister, Miss Lydia Bennett," she said.
"Ah, so you are the brave Kitty. Did you do as you were asked and let no one know where you were coming?" he asked, ushering her inside.
"Yes, no one could possibly have tracked me," she said proudly, taking off her gloves and looking about for her sister.
Mrs. Younge swept into the room.
"Thank you, dear, for coming so promptly," she said, taking Kitty's hands. "I'm afraid your sister is in a situation that only you can help her with. But first, do you have the letter?"
"Of course," said Kitty, handing it over. "Please, can I see her?"
Mrs. Younge smiled.
"But of course you can, my dear. Come with me."
Mrs. Younge led her down a hallway and paused before a door.
"Please, you first, my dear," she said, opening the door.
Kitty entered quickly, then stared in shock at the scene before her. Lydia was kneeling, bent over on the floor, her hands held out by two burly men. One man held her head, thrusting his cock into her mouth, while another man slapped her exposed buttocks.
"I'm afraid your sister will not be able to satisfy all these men by herself, and you must help her," Mrs. Younge said wickedly. Men seized Kitty and she screeched as they grabbed at her, tearing her clothes off.
Lydia struggled, hearing her sister's cries, but the men held her down and the man who had been slapping her buttocks inserted the hot length of his cock into her ass, laughing as she cried around the other man's thrusting member.
One of the men who had seized Kitty held her hands up, dangling her, and called for restraints. He quickly tied her to the ceiling and examined her naked body avidly. Mrs. Younge had drawn off to the side and was watching rapt, a cruel expression on her face as she looked from one girl to the other.
"A whipping first, to hot her blood," the man holding Kitty said. Another man fetched him a crop and he turned her to face the wall and flicked the crop against her buttocks. Kitty yelled as it landed, and the man shook his head and produced a handkerchief, tying it around her mouth, then laid on with the crop.
The men holding Lydia's hands were becoming impatient as the man leisurely buggered her, and one insisted on having her snatch while the other man had her ass. The man fucking her mouth took her hand and tucked it under his knee while he continued to thrust for her throat, and that man made the one fucking her ass stop for long enough for him to get into her cunt. In position, both men forced their way inside as Lydia groaned.
Blow after blow landed on Kitty's buttocks and she cried behind her gag. One man grabbed her breasts, kneading them hard as the crop lashed her again and again. Suddenly the man threw aside the crop and began to poke his bulging manhood against her hot, red cheeks. Kitty cried and pleaded, which seemed to please the man molesting her breasts. He reached between her legs and poked his finger up into her opening.
"A virgin, for certain," he cried eagerly and began to nudge his cock up toward her entrance. The other man was prying her buttocks apart, pushing his member against her tight hole, when the door burst open.