This story has been derived and developed from a handwritten diary of the late Alice Collette.

Alice was the headmistress of a state-funded school/orphanage in England in the late 19th century.

A staunch advocate of sadism, Alice spent much of her time seeking the support of influential, like-minded individuals to invite into the fold as patrons.

One such individual was Lady Elizabeth Chantelle, a lady of the aristocracy.

During Alice and Elizabeth’s era, the practice of masturbation was considered to be not only morally evil, but also medically harmful.

Alice’s methods of dealing with onanism would be considered to be barbaric and unconscionable by today’s standards.

That which follows is the story of Alice’s first meeting with Elizabeth Chantelle. Together, they enjoyed years of hedonistic bliss until 1914. Due to the passing of a number of lucrative patrons and the unwillingness of others (who were aware of what was happening at St Augustine’s) to become associated with Alice, the orphanage closed down leaving only trace echoes of the past in its wake. One such echo was the diary from which this story was derived.

From that, please enjoy my interpretation of that which I discovered within its pages. I have read between the lines and characterised the individuals identified only as “wards” in the diary.

This is the closest to a narrative view of the wonderfully cruel activities of yesteryear that I could piece together from that original source material.

I hope that you enjoy the results. I, myself am one who endorses the prohibition of masturbation, for such a prohibition is the most delightful of all torments!

Mistress Hades

Sinners

by Mistress Hades

June, 1893

Canterbury, England

Alice Collette was thirty-three years of age. She was not particularly attractive, typically matronly for a lady of her day, especially in view of her position: the headmistress of St Augustine’s mixed state school for orphans. She was attired in an unassuming dress which was seemingly “headmistress.”

She smiled as she relaxed in her office. Lady Elizabeth Chantelle was due to visit the school and Alice’s intention was to persuade Elizabeth to become a patron.

Like all of her prospective patron's, Alice had learned of Lady Elizabeth’s sexual interests and was delighted to learn that she was a sadist who took every opportunity to punish and torment youths, during her many visits to correction centres for wayward youngsters.

Alice had decided not to reveal to Elizabeth that she knew of such abuse, but intended to tempt her by offering her an opportunity that she would find difficult to resist.

Parkland Manor, Elizabeth’s country residence was set in eighty acres of parkland and situated well away from the nearest village and many miles from the nearest town. The manor house was surrounded by landscaped gardens. It offered many rooms, some of which had been turned into special punishment rooms. However, Elizabeth was growing tied of abusing the offenders and wished to find new victims. It was at that time that she had learned about St Augustine’s and Miss Collette’s plans to introduce new patrons into her entourage.

Alice had been perusing a report regarding two pupils. The first was fifteen year old Ralph Parker. According to Miss Jones, the matron and punishment administrator of the school, she had caught him in the act of masturbation. For the first two such discoveries, discipline was meted out with severe whippings.

However, Miss Jones’ discovery marked Ralph’s third time.

The second offender, Juliette Cotter was another fifteen year old student, a very attractive girl, lithe and slender. She had been discovered pleasuring herself under her bed sheets in the dormitory for the first time.

Alice had been extremely persuaded by the cultural views of masturbation as influenced by health reformers the likes of John Harvey Kellog and Sylvester Graham. The idea that the act was so damaging to physical, mental and spiritual well-being provided endorsement for Alice’s great sadistic pleasure in banning it and applying severe punishments to offenders.

A copy of the eighteenth century pamphlet Onania or the Heinous Sin of Self Pollution rested upon her desk for all who entered to see.

In the case at hand, Ralph and Juliette were to be punished as an entertainment for Elizabeth.

Alice’s visits to punishments were always a pleasurable experience and a chance to relieve her pent up lust, however, not even Lady Elizabeth would have imagined what was in store for dear young Ralph.

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Elizabeth Chantelle chose to walk up the long drive after what had been a very bumpy last few miles in their old carriage. She was thirty years of age, breathtakingly beautiful with her raven-black hair concealed underneath an elegant sun-hat. She strode very quickly; clearly excited by the prospect of new victims. She arrived at the front door of St Augustine’s and was greeted by a smile from Alice Collette.

Miss Jones took Elizabeth’s coat and Alice showed her into the office.

They spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries about the weather and Elizabeth’s journey.

Alice picked up a small bell from her desk and rang it. Within moments, Miss Jones entered the room.

“Hello dear,” said Alice, jovially. “Would you bring in Ralph and Juliette please?”

“Certainly ma’am.”

Seconds later, the two young pupils were led naked into the office.

At the sight of them in their youthful vulnerability, Ralph’s lean physique and such an enormous appendage hanging between his thighs, Elizabeth was suddenly seized with the urge to masturbate.

"These two have proved themselves particularly fond of touching themselves,” Alice explained. “Both are compulsive masturbators, an act which is always severely punished at this school."

"What form will their punishments take?" Elizabeth asked, stirred by their apparent submissiveness.

"Juliette will be given a sound whipping on her thighs, breasts and vulva," Alice replied. “This is Ralph’s third time for being caught in the act of ejaculation and so, for the sake of his very soul, he will receive the maximum penalty.”

“Oh. And what would that be?” Elizabeth urged with intrigue.

“All in good time,” replied Alice wanting passionately to see the look on Elizabeth’s face at the moment of revelation.

"I wonder? You wouldn't consider helping with the punishment, would you?"

"Of course, I'll help as much as I possibly can," Elizabeth replied in a somewhat regal voice. "We owe it to the next generation, to bring them up in the best way possible.”

Alice smiled at Elizabeth, delighted by her enthusiasm. Knowing that Elizabeth was truly ensnared, Alice rang the bell again and as before, Miss Jones entered almost immediately.

“Miss Jones, would you please show Lady Elizabeth and these two sinners to the dormitory?"

“Certainly ma’am.”

"I will see you for Ralph’s punishment later,” said Alice. “Please feel free to enjoy yourself.”

"I will," Elizabeth replied with a big smile.

Miss Jones offered a smile to Elizabeth as she led her and the two hapless pupils out of the office and up the broad stairs.

"Is the dormitory far?" asked Elizabeth.

"No ma’am, we are nearly there," Miss Jones said as they neared the first floor where Miss Jones opened a large door.

"Here we are," Miss Jones said.

It was a long, broad room with tall windows to either side that let the light in to illuminate the large space between several large beds.

Hanging on the walls were many menacing instruments of punishment and a large whipping post in the centre of the room. It was Alice Collette’s method of impressing punishment upon her wards at all times. With the whipping post in the centre of the dormitory, punishment was their first and last thoughts of the day.

"They will suffer terribly today," Miss Jones confided. "We have some clothes for you to change into. We don't want you messing your own during their discipline.”

She guided Elizabeth towards the bedroom just across the hallway, opposite the dormitory. A loose-fitting black dress was laid out upon the bed.

"I will leave you to change while I get those two masturbators ready.”

With that, Miss Jones left Elizabeth to her privacy.

Within moments, through the door, Elizabeth could hear ecstatic groans coming from Ralph and Juliette. It was a curious drone which inspired more that a little curiosity.

Once she was fully attired in her loose-fitting dress, the prospective young patron could contain herself no longer and stepped outside to see Miss Jones gently masturbating Ralph and stroking the fires between Juliette’s thighs.

"Dear Lord!" exclaimed Elizabeth. Her vagina dripped at the sight of his astonishing size in full erection. She estimated that he was perhaps nine inches in length and thickly girthed.

Miss Jones was pleased to see Ralph and Juliette’s lack of control over their genitals and their outright willingness to be masturbated which made certain that their punishments would be very severe and wholly justified.

“Right, let’s get them ready,” Miss Jones said abruptly, letting her hand slide along the length of Ralph’s erection, once again. "Now your punishment really starts.”

Ralph and Juliette began to cry out in earnest as they were roughly pushed and prodded by the matron into the brightly lit dormitory.

Following closely behind, Elizabeth was determined not to miss anything as the two victims waited in anticipation of their penalties. It was the reason that she had come and she was going to make the most of her opportunity. She was smiling as she looked firstly at the whipping post and then at Ralph and Juliette who presented a most erotic spectacle standing naked and in a state of fright.

The post had been arranged so that when secured, the pupils would be facing their chastiser with large mirrors mounted in front so that the expressions on their faces could also be seen.

"Would you like to give Juliette her whipping?" Miss Jones said in a very low voice.

"Nothing would give me more pleasure.”

Having Juliette completely at her disposal gave Elizabeth great pleasure. Ralph and Juliette caused her to become weak at the knees with sadistic lust.

Ralph's penis remained fully erect and Juliette's nipples stood out profoundly despite her predicament.

Elizabeth excitedly watched the matron shackle Juliette to the post which was cruelly decorated with rings and shackles.

“What do you intend to do with him?” asked Elizabeth motioning towards Ralph.

"He will be secured to bear witness to Juliette’s whipping,” Miss Jones confided. “Believe me, he is wishing so desperately that he could join her.”

Miss Jones stepped over to Ralph and pulled him towards an overhanging beam close to the entrance. It sported two shackles on the far sides, into which Miss Jones clasped his wrists. Within seconds he was held fast, crucifixion-style to bear witness to the perverted display before him.

Licking her lips, Elizabeth was thrilled that she was going to be able to whip Juliette severely and knowing that there was nothing that they could do to stop her.

Of all the instruments of correction displayed in the racks on the walls, Miss Jones chose a small leather whip, each cat of which was lined with flesh-tearing leather knots. She wanted Juliette to feel her whipping and enjoyed watching the effect that the tails would make upon her skin.

"Here at St Augustine’s we use such instruments to whip the genitals and they don't half smart if their screams are any indication to go by," said Miss Jones, gleefully.

Elizabeth had an expression of delight as she gripped the handle, drawing her hand over its length in anticipation. Even though they were no longer than twelve inches in length, the pupils viewed them as living vipers.

"Now, it's up to you of course,” explained Miss Jones, “but I would whip her thighs first, then her bottom until the skin is broken. That's the best time to begin whipping her vulva.”

Elizabeth smiled and flicked the whip hard into the air and she sensed a surge of power sweep through her.

A chill surged through Juliette. She had witnessed flagellation before but she had never experienced it. It had always been a ghastly and bloody sight and the thought that she was about to flayed in like fashion caused an uncontrollable panic to seize her.

“I am so sorry,” Juliette cried out in tears and a whimpering voice. “By all that is holy, I beg you, don’t do this to me. Please matron. Please.”

“It is “by all that is holy” that you are to be flogged,” Miss Jones replied icily. “The demon of lust will be flayed out of you that the Almighty may find it within himself to forgive you.”

In despair, Juliette surrendered to the tears which flooded from her eyes.

Slowly, Elizabeth stepped over to the naked young girl as she stood with her arms stretched upwards, shackled to the post.

After an agonizing moment of silence, Elizabeth drew her arm back and lashed the cats across Juliette’s bare thighs. The impact immediately raised a spattering of deep red and purple contusions to the accompaniment of a high-pitched cry of anguish.

"Don't be put off by that noise," Miss Jones warned.

Encouraged rather than “put off,” Elizabeth repeated the stroke across the same section of flesh. In a frenzy of masturbatory delight, she slapped the whip hard against Juliette’s young and tender inner thighs. In a short time the contrast in skin tone was remarkable, from the fair, unsullied pink of tender young skin, to bright red, inflamed and tortured skin of her whipped flesh.

Elizabeth gradually worked her way up to Juliette’s buttocks as the young ward screamed uncontrollably, jerking and squealing with each new stroke. The knots of the whip cut into her flesh, tearing away the skin and leaving a bloody mess in its wake.

Juliette screamed relentlessly. She had never known such agony in her entire life. The stinging soreness was absolutely unbearable and yet there was no mercy to found in the dormitory that afternoon.

Relentlessly, the flagellation continued and the sound of Juliette’s screams permeated the room. Her young muscles distorted the shape of her legs as they tried fruitlessly to free her from her torment.

Finally, it came to an end.

“That’s enough,” said Miss Jones. “I’ll turn her around.”

Elizabeth stood back, breathing heavily as Miss Jones re-attached Juliette to the post facing her; her breasts and vagina totally revealed once again.

Miss Jones nodded towards Elizabeth who took her position again. Moving around to Juliette's front, she mercilessly brought the whip down hard across her breasts until her nipples hardened. The whip overlaid wound after wound throughout twenty-four lashes until blood coated the tender breasts and dripped down onto her pudenda.

Juliette’s screams began to quieten as hr body began to shudder uncontrollably. As was common among many of St Augustine’s flagellation victims, she was sinking into shock, rapidly.

“Alright, enough of that,” said Miss Jones who moved forwards to take two small benches, placing them at either side of Juliette’s thighs. Very quickly, she swept the young girl’s legs off their feet and secured them, thighs parted onto the benches with ropes.

Ralph winced as he watched the brutal proceedings. It brought to mind his own chastisement after the first two times that he had been caught in the act. His body remained marked by the whip even though it had been over one month since Miss Jones had last flayed him. Nevertheless, despite the terrible tribulation which he was experiencing, the sight of Juliette’s beautiful vagina caused his penis to swell and lengthen once again. Oh, how he had so wanted to slide his member into her.

Seeing his arousal, Elizabeth smiled; a welter of pleasure rising within her as she watched his tumescence swell.

“It’s time to lash her sex,” said Miss Jones.

Elizabeth’s heart was pounding as she looked at Juliette’s vulva and bulbous clitoral hood. She slowly stepped over to her once again and eagerly brought the whip down onto Juliette’s vaginal lips.

None of the strokes were heavy at the outset and yet they landed upon the girl’s unprotected sex, a dozen leather bands landing to painfully scour her genitals.

Elizabeth gasped and watched Juliette’s reaction, adoring the response so much that she quickly struck again, then again and again, each strike followed by a short pause to watch her victim’s reaction. After twelve strokes, Elizabeth began to strike upwards, the direction making it easier, she hoped, for the knots to strike the head of Juliette’s exposed clitoris.

A loud squeal of anguish told Elizabeth that she'd succeeded and immediately tried for another; panting in her excitement. Juliette’s vulva began to bleed as Elizabeth passionately flogged her. The sexual secretions oozed from between Elizabeth’s thighs in response to the power that her victim’s screams gave to her.

Exhausted, she finally ceased.

Miss Jones returned and handed a special device to Elizabeth which was to be fitted over Juliette’s tortured genitals. It was a chastity belt which had needle barbs on the inner surface.

“Would you care to fit this onto her now?” asked Miss Jones as though she was offering the younger woman a glass of wine.

Elizabeth smiled, took the chastity belt into her hands and placed it at the apex of the young, pink vulva. She secured it tightly around the bound girl’s waist and smiled as the barbs came into contact with the stinging vaginal lips.

Juliette would need to walk with caution. If she attempted to touch herself, the lightest contact would cause excruciating pain. She squeezed her thighs together in an effort to avoid the barbs, but to no avail. She sobbed as they punctured the soft flesh of her lacerated clitoris and immediately she spread her legs to afford herself some relief; her eyes telling Elizabeth and Miss Jones how successful they had been in delivering torment to her.

“Now it is time for his delightful penalty,” said Miss Jones as she unshackled Ralph. “I will alert Miss Collette and have all of the pupils assembled on the courtyard.”

The young man trembled in the knowledge of what was going to happen to him. It was the most terrible and horrific of all punishments and yet………

……there was simply no escape!

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Elizabeth Chantelle stepped out into the bright warm summer’s day to see thirty pupils lined up on the courtyard of St Augustine’s.

Ahead was Alice Collette standing upon a raised platform next to a sight which was truly stunning to Elizabeth’s eyes. It was narrower and not quite as tall as she would have expected but nevertheless, there it was: a French guillotine!

Miss Jones led Ralph up onto the platform. He was naked and his arms were spread low at his sides with his wrists bound to a wooden beam which pressed against his buttocks.

“Lady Elizabeth,” Alice called. “Please come up and join us.”

The young noble woman required no further prompting and hurriedly made her way through the crowd of pupils and up onto the platform.

Alice took hold of one end of the wooden beam to which Ralph was bound and guided an up-turned iron hook which protruded from the far right end of the beam into a clip which was built into the top of a short wooden pillar to the right of the guillotine. She took a four- foot long length of cord from her pocket and handed it to Elizabeth.

“Would you mind binding this loosely around the base of his penis and then guide the domed-end of his penis through the hole in the guillotine, dear?”

Elizabeth nodded in agreement with total amazement.

“Are you really going to cut his manhood off?”

“I certainly am,” replied Alice with conviction. “Masturbation is a life-threatening condition and this boy is compulsive with it. I have all of the endorsement of the medical community.”

Beaming with excitement, Elizabeth did as she was asked. As she drew Ralph’s penis through the hole in the guillotine, Alice stepped around to the left of him and attached the opposite side of the wooden beam to the pillar on the left of the guillotine.

Trembling, he tried to pull himself out but the beam was secured, forcing his buttocks forward and he had not the strength to tear two wooden pillars apart.

Alice stepped around to the front of Ralph and carefully picked up a small lantern from the platform at the foot of the guillotine. With her free hand, she carefully stroked Ralph’s penis as it hung long and pensive through the hole.

She smiled at him momentarily before pouring oil from the lantern onto his manhood. Once a sufficient covering had been achieved, she proceeded to smooth the lubrication into his penis.

Ralph gritted his teeth, trying valiantly to avoid coming to erection but the delightful sensation of the headmistress’ fingers combined with the oil was irresistible. Within seconds his huge phallus rose to its great length and girth.

He contemplated upon why he had done what he had done, despite knowing the terrible penalty. The floggings had been bad enough and yet he simply could not help himself. The urge to masturbate had been so overwhelming that it had almost been an involuntary action.

Having seen two of his fellow pupils undergo the same punishment, he knew that it would be agonizing. The screams of the former victims had been enough to make the toughest amongst them tremble with horror.

Oh, how cruel was life at St. Augustine’s.

The pupils watched from the courtyard with fascination. The male pupils all came to erection at the sight of what Miss Collette was doing to Ralph.

“Your abnormal size is an indication of the demons within you,” said Alice as she continued to coax the nerve endings along the surface of his shaft. “An immodest manhood will always inspire a young man to self-effacement but don’t worry. Your curse is about to come to an end.”

Ralph gritted his teeth as the delicious pleasure overcame him. Miss Collette was extremely adept at masturbating a male and the oil was causing the sensation of her hands to become all the more irresistible. For long minutes she rotated her wrist around the oil-coated vessel of rampant flesh; its veins proud and its rigidity like unto steel.

“It must be nice and stiff in order for the blade to make a clean cut, Ralph,” she said in a clinical fashion.

“Please don’t do this, Miss Collette,” he pleaded.

“This is for the sake of your health, Ralph,” she replied with conviction. “If you continue to masturbate you will surely die. You must begin to learn the virtues of punishment.”

Alice looked up at Elizabeth who was still holding one end of the cord.

“How did you manage to come by such a device?” asked Elizabeth with morbid fascination.

“Well, following numerous medical reports regarding the health implications of masturbation, the department of education agreed to have it built for me.”

“You actually managed to gain authorization for this?”

“Of course,” replied Alice as her right hand continued to work the oil into Ralph’s desperately stiff erection. “How could they refuse authorizing a punishment which saves souls?”

Elizabeth marvelled at Alice’s resourcefulness and another stab of lust went through her as she gazed upon the young man’s voluptuous weapon. She fantasized about how marvellous it would feel inside her. Nevertheless, such was not to be. That particular morsel was for the blade and that was that!

“Elizabeth, please stand behind him and take the other end of the cord,” asked Alice politely. “On my word, pull the two ends as tightly together as you can. It will prevent excessive blood loss after the blade falls.”

Elizabeth nodded and stood in position.

In the courtyard, fifteen year old Maud McCann stood watching the proceedings with profound interest from the back row. She noted that all of the male pupils sported sensual protrusions from the front of their grey shorts, despite the terrifying spectacle which they faced.

To Maud’s immediate right, fourteen year old Albert Dickson offered his lust in like fashion. Extremely carefully, Maud reached her right hand across and slowly unbuttoned Albert’s fly. The boy struggled to suppress a gasp of surprise and lust as Maud’s fingers located his thick and throbbing member. Despite his fear of discovery, he simply could not resist the pretty girl’s teasing hand as she secretly masturbated him, concealed from view by the crowd. It had been weeks since he had been able to achieve orgasm in the outside toilet and his libido was agonising beyond description.

With her own breathing laboured, Maud’s hand increased in pace as she passionately watched Miss Collette cruelly apply more oil to Ralph’s erection before resuming the masturbation of her victim.

Euphorically, Alice looked up and smiled at Elizabeth; her hand autonomously sliding back and forth along the pulsating vessel.

“It looks to me as though he is dangerously close to sin, my dear,” warned Elizabeth.

Alice looked back down again at Ralph’s erection, suddenly distracted from her lustful trance by Elizabeth’s words.

In that moment, Ralph cried out as the delightful contractions began within his loins causing his thick, white milk to spit out of the end of his glistening shaft. His voluminous ejaculation struck Alice squarely in the mouth. So stunned was she that for the briefest of moments, her sensuous hand continued to masturbate him, causing a second geyser of youthful seed to spill out onto her silk blouse.

“You filthy animal,” she scolded him. “That’s the last time you will ever experience that satanic sensation. Please pull the cord Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth did as was asked of her and Ralph winced with the pain of the constriction which suddenly bit into the base of his manhood.

Alice stood and subtly licked her lips, savouring the erotic flavour of Ralph’s sperm. She grasped the rope at the side of the guillotine and unravelled it from the hook.

The tears fell from Ralph’s eyes as he squinted them shut; too terrified to see the blade fall. Elizabeth looked on wide-eyed with sadistic, lustful fascination. The pupil’s in the courtyard were transfixed; the males infused with both lust and horror and the females, mostly horror – all save for Maud.

Maud continued with her masturbation of Albert as he approached the point of no return. She wanted so badly to see Ralph’s penis fall and to savour his scream. Her vulva throbbed with sadistic passion as Miss Collette released the rope.

All of the pupils aside from Maud averted their eyes in revulsion at that instant.

Within the blink of an eye, the razor-sharp blade sliced through Ralph’s huge erection and fell to the surface of the platform; blood spattering the back of the blade.

Ralph screamed a chilling sound of pain and anguish.

In that moment, Albert’s erection became ultra-ridged in Maud’s hand. Sensing his release, the young girl snatched her hand away leaving him on the brink of ejaculation. His penis throbbed, naked, unsatisfied and unattended in the air.

“Please Miss Collette,” Maud cried across the courtyard raising her arm to catch her headmistress’s attention.

“Yes, Maud,” replied Alice. “What ever is the matter?”

“It’s Albert, Miss,” Maud said, cruelly. “He’s been doing it right next to me.”

Albert looked on in horror as the crowd of pupils instantly parted to reveal Maud standing next to him with his eight-inch erection poking through his fly; the head coated with glistening pre-ejaculate.

“Miss Jones,” Alice called to the matron. “Please help Lady Elizabeth to release Ralph and take him to the infirmary, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Alice stepped down from the platform and ominously approached the quivering Albert.

“So! Seeing one of your fellow pupils losing his manhood causes some arousal, I see.”

“I-I didn’t, Miss,” he pleaded. “It was Maud. She handled me.”

“Oh, did she now? Is that how far along the road of sin your lusts have taken you? Bearing false witness against an innocent young woman?”

Albert knew that protesting his innocence further was futile. Maud had manipulated him because she wanted the pleasure of seeing him in the guillotine and it seemed as though that was exactly what he faced.

Alice reached out and took hold of his organ. His penis twitched in her hand as she smoothed his juices across it.

“Would you like me to cut it off for you, Albert,” she asked in a sensual tone.

“No, please don’t Miss,” he cried. “I beg of you.”

“Mmmm. Perhaps there may be a way in which you can be spared,” she offered, calmly before releasing him.

Alice stepped back and stood before the pupils.

“All male pupils drop your shorts this instant,” she ordered.

The mortified boys did as they were told and row after row of erections suddenly came into view.

Alice smiled and walked along the rows paying particular attention to the erections. She noted four who were without penises – lost to the guillotine during their time at St Augustine’s. However, it took her mere seconds to make her selection.

Arthur Rowe had just turned fourteen but he was very handsome and his erection was easily eight inches in length.

“Arthur, you come with me,” Alice demanded.

The young boy trembled and pulled his shorts back up as Alice returned to Albert and Maud.

“Albert, you will first show contrition to Maud for the way in which you disrespected her.”

With that, she made her way back into the building with Arthur, Albert and Maud in tow.

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Within thirty minutes, Alice was seated behind her desk when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Miss Jones entered with Elizabeth.

"Do take a seat," Alice smiled.

“I shall return to Albert and Maud,” said Miss Jones dutifully and departed hurriedly.

Alice smiled at Miss Jones in acknowledgement as she departed.

"Do you feel that discipline here is satisfactory, Lady Elizabeth?" Alice asked surreptitiously.

"Oh yes, I really enjoyed it. Thank you for arranging it for me," Elizabeth replied with elation in her tone. "I was very impressed with the guillotine. What a marvellous idea. Masturbation is such a disgusting habit and you have employed the use of a complete cure."

Alice looked at Elizabeth, slyly. “You really don’t want to leave just yet. Do you?”

Elizabeth had no idea what Alice had in mind.

“Come,” said Alice as she stood and made her way to the door. “I have something to show to you.”

Minutes later, Elizabeth found herself, led by the hand into a small, windowless room which offered two cushioned benches with two sets of upright poles running from floor to ceiling on either side of them. Young Arthur looked on from the corner of the room as Miss Jones presided over Albert’s task.

Elizabeth was both stunned and lustfully inspired by what she saw.

Albert’s face was firmly affixed in the bare crotch of young Maud. The girl lay back on the near-side bench, naked and with her head resting upon the cushion. She groaned as his tongue skilfully drew the woman from her.

“That’s it, Albert,” Miss Jones encouraged him. “Use the tip of your tongue upon that small nut at the top.”

Maud had been libidinous since she was ten years of age. An avid masturbator and sadist, St Augustine’s was far from the easiest of places for her to have found herself. Nevertheless, at that moment the only word which came to her mind to describe the experience was sheer – ecstasy.

Elizabeth looked on, wide-eyed with her mouth open.

“I thought that you forbade such behaviour here,” she exclaimed.

“Oh, my dear,” replied Alice. “This isn’t an enjoyment. It’s a punishment.”

“For whom,” Elizabeth asked as she watched Maud’s eyes continue to roll through the raptures of orgasm.

“For him.” Alice looked over at Elizabeth and noted the look of bewilderment upon her face. “Look at his manhood.”

Elizabeth noted the throbbing appendage between his thighs and the droplets of pre-ejaculate which continued to fall from it.

“He wants to spend so badly, but he can’t,” she continued, cheerfully. “And his ordeal has only just begun.”

“That’s it Albert,” said Miss Jones, directing him. “Allow the flat of your tongue to slowly coax the last traces of release from her.”

Albert complied with his instructions and within moments, Maud was completely satiated.

“That’s good,” Miss Jones smiled. “Now, Maud. Get yourself dressed and return to the dormitory.”

“Yes Miss,” Maud replied submissively and stood to retrieve her clothing from the floor.

Alice eased her way closer to Elizabeth in order to gain closer proximity to the younger woman’s ear.

“Being exposed to extreme sexual stimulation without relief is a harrowing ordeal for a young man,” Alice whispered. “Dr Kellog wrote that suffering has a salutary effect upon the mind which encourages the avoidance of future lustful thoughts.”

“I see,” Elizabeth replied, immediately sensing the gross hypocrisy in the headmistress’ words.

“It was he who advocated castration and circumcision without anaesthetic as a means of curing masturbation.”

“Really?” Elizabeth ventured in an attempt to sound convinced by Alice’s attempt at justification for her perversions.

“Yes. When I learned of that, I thought to myself “Penis Guillotine,” and it was authorised almost immediately.”

“How did you manage to arrange such a thing so quickly,” Elizabeth asked, intrigued.

“It didn’t take much. I have the Minister of Education, the Minister of Health and five members of the House of Lords as patron’s here.”

“Yes, I know,” Elizabeth informed her. “I first learned of St Augustine’s from Lord McMillan. He speaks most highly of you.”

“And I keep him very well…………entertained,” Alice grinned, slyly. “Just as I act in the……how do I say…………best interests…………of all of my patrons.”

“I would very much like to become a patron,” Elizabeth offered, requiring no further prompting.

“Oh, I am so pleased to hear that,” Alice beamed. “I think that that calls for a celebration.”

“ Oh?”

“Yes. How would you care to sample the fringe benefits of our establishment?”

“What do you have in mind?” Elizabeth asked, feigning naivety.

Alice turned to Albert as Maud walked out of the room fully dressed and with a warm glow upon her face.

“Albert,” she snapped. “Now that you have expressed your apologies to Maud, you will serve the needs of our new patron, Lady Elizabeth, is that clear?”

With his penis jutting out excruciatingly before him, he nodded sullenly.

Alice turned her attention to Arthur. “I will take you, Arthur.”

Arthur’s erection was also throbbing; protruding eagerly from his thighs.

“Do you feel comfortable stripping naked for some tipping the velvet, my dear Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth’s eyes glowed with desire as she began to disrobe without any further encouragement. “I couldn’t be more eager.”

Alice closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip with passion before beginning to disrobe, herself.

Within minutes, the two women were completely naked. Elizabeth lay upon the bench that Maud had been serviced upon and spread her thighs wide open, unashamedly.

“This is for their discipline,” Alice affirmed as she lay astride her bench next to Elizabeth.

“Kneel down, both of you,” she ordered.

Albert and Arthur obeyed and fell to their knees in unison before the twin visions of Venus before them.

How will I cope with doing it again? Albert thought to himself with desperate arousal and a sense of hopelessness.

Lord give me the strength, prayed Arthur silently before easing his face forward into his headmistress’ vulva. Her scent brought him to full erection as it always had done, for it marked his forth experience of forced cunnilingus.

Alice groaned as his tongue began to rotate around her soft lips, gradually making circular motions until momentarily, the tip of his tongue brushed against her clitoris.

Elizabeth lay on the bench next to Alice; her knees bent and spread with her feet curled around the edge of bench. She grasped Albert by his hair and impatiently forced his face onto her dripping wet lips. She was a little more vocal that Alice and cried out with the lustful euphoria that the tongue brought with it.

Albert knelt between her legs with a huge, throbbing erection. He licked away at the pink lips which were framed by the covering of light brown curls. She continued to moan her cries of delight as his tongue came into contact with her protruding clitoris.

“That’s it, just there,” she said, in-between gasps.

Her mind was awash with the contrast of him not being permitted any sexual relief at all and her own delight at his tongue.

As Albert licked away at her clitoris, spurring her on to a shattering orgasm, thoughts of the penis guillotine flooded Elizabeth’s mind. The sight of the blade falling and taking Ralph’s enormous, throbbing erection, the blood, the scream of agony…………it was simply priceless.

And with that thought she threw back her head and spent herself, repeatedly.

Albert’s face was smothered in the juices of her climax; his ears ringing with the sound of her unashamed cries.

Oh, how Elizabeth loved the fruits of St Augustine’s.

“You beautiful boy,” she said, lovingly.

Alice was breathless as Arthur drew her closer to her culmination. Noting that Elizabeth had spent herself so quickly, she pushed her servant away from her, momentarily.

“My, that was quick,” Alice said, astonished. “You must have really needed that.”

“I certainly did,” came the breathless response.

“Do you think that you can go again, my dear?”

“I should think so. Why?”

Alice looked over to Miss Jones who stood close to the entrance watching the proceedings.

“I will have one of them service you shortly, dear,” Alice promised the matron. “In the meantime, do you think that you could take that cane from the wall next to you?”

Miss Jones’ eyes moved across, located the fierce-looking weapon and seized it with her right hand.

“Certainly,” she replied, obediently.

“We are going to play a game now, Elizabeth,” Alice said, devilishly.

“What game?”

“Stand up boys,” the headmistress ordered.

They both stood in unison to reveal their quivering shafts.

“Just look at how aroused they both are. Can you see the evil dripping from their organs, Elizabeth?”

“Indeed I can.”

“Boys,” Alice ordered. “Your manhood depends upon your sense of control.”

The two young men looked at one another, ominously.

Alice raised her knees up and back, spreading her vulva wide open for Arthur.

“You will put those organs inside Lady Elizabeth and I and you will satisfy us well.”

Alice looked across at Miss Jones again.

“If either of them slows their pace, I want you to apply the cane to their buttocks,” she demanded, sternly.

“Yes ma’am.”

Miss Jones took her position between the two boys smiling cruelly and stroking the cane with loving attention.

“Boys, grip the poles,” Alice ordered.

As they did so, Elizabeth moved her knees up and back as Alice had done. At that point, Albert and Arthur’s erections were practically touching the wet lips of their cruel torturers.

“Insert yourselves!”

The two boys eased their way forwards; their body weight supported by their grips upon the poles at the sides of the benches. The sensation of the hot, wet juiciness of Alice and Elizabeth’s pussies was almost too much for either of the desperately aroused boys to endure. It was a divine sensation which transcended description. It was at that point that Alice revealed the nature of her sadistic torture.

“If either of you spend, you will go to the penis guillotine!”

Albert and Arthur’s hearts came into their throats. There was simply no way for them to survive such an ordeal. With Miss Jones just behind them, they didn’t even have the option of pacing themselves.

The evil of Alice Collette knew no boundaries.

To make matters worse, Elizabeth went into an internal frenzy upon hearing the nature of the sick game which Alice had just revealed.

“Begin,” Alice commanded.

Albert and Arthur pulled back and then thrust themselves in again, repeating the same motion over and over as they held onto the poles for dear life.

Groans of ecstasy came from both Alice and Elizabeth as the rampant, stiff young erections pummelled their cruel, feminine depths.

“Faster.”

Perspiration fell from Albert’s brow. He could endure it no longer and knew that he was going to ejaculate. Instinctively, he slowed down his pace and immediately, a white hot pain slashed across his hindquarters.

““Faster,” Miss Collette told you,” Miss Jones snapped at him. “Faster!”

“Please Miss,” Albert begged her. “If I do, it will happen.”

“Then you will lose it won’t you! Faster! Faster! Faster!”

Alice and Elizabeth relished the sound of Albert’s suffering. Elizabeth thrust her hips forward to force his penis further into her channel whilst Alice luxuriated in the smooth skin of a fourteen year old, eight-inch erection. It was the reason that she had selected him in the courtyard. He was well-endowed, handsome and sensual.

She wanted him and she saw the erotic beauty in cutting off such a specimen.

“Faster,” she barked again as she sensed her climax approaching.

Albert held back as the contractions of his ejaculation began again. Miss Jones thrashed him across the existing stroke, breaking the skin instantly causing blood to ooze from the wound.

He screamed and hurriedly increased his pace.

“Faster,” repeated Alice. “Faster! Faster! Faster!”

And so it continued…………………………

The End……………?

Footnote

In Alice’s diary, 3/4 of the page was torn away following the introduction of the “forced intercourse” concept.

The subsequent six pages remaining contained details regarding Alice’s meetings and administrational activities only which made for some extremely tedious reading.

What happened to “Albert” and “Arthur” is anybody’s guess.

Alice Collette died intestate in a retirement home in Norfolk in 1934.

She was 74 years of age.

Mistress Hades