Chapter 2. The impalement of the Duchess continues.

Iselin's fascination was morbid. The good lady's cunt was being stretched to monstrous proportions by the relentless pummeling the charger was handing out. The worthy sister of the victim had already withdrawn, her task of holding open the aristocratic haunches for the initial intrusion successfully completed. That she could not hold down the excitement was very obvious; she was openly frigging herself, half-crouched besides the coupling partners and glassy- eyed.

That she had tried once and failed to accommodate the magnificent beast into her person once before made her sister's prodigious capacity for horse cock all the more enviable from her view. She watched and frigged, snorting and flatulating; apparently trying her damnedest to transport herself into her sister's body; imagining the heat radiating from the bestial coupling, spreading around her anus and radiating upwards into her body in electric jolts.

The feverish intensity was too much for the weighty lady; she lost her balance and abruptly, landed in the most unceremonious fashion, on her massive hindquarters letting out something between a squeal and a scream. The horse unfortunately panicked and before the normally alert groom could react, had started pulling out his blood-engorged meat from the Duchess' tight fitting chute.

Iselin watched in absolute horror as the shaft first withdrew followed by the veritable mushroom that the flared head had become. The withdrawal, unfortunately for the Duchess, was none too gentle, nor was it controlled as the case would have been had the groom been anywhere near to guide the de-coupling with his deft hands. As it turned out he had rushed away to bring up the fallen younger sister when the elder's bushy cunt was being turned inside out by the horse wrenching out his member in a most painful precipitate motion! The scream of the Duchess was ear piercing. But to her credit and upbringing, she composed herself quite soon and swallowed the pain by screwing her eyes shut and hung on with bunched fists and closed thighs.

Iselin could have sworn that she could look all the way right into the worthy Duchess' uterus! The inner lips of her magnificent cunt opened almost inside out, the labia distended and leaky. The horse had not come as yet but still substantial amounts of fluids deposited by the virile Charger ran out and down, soaking her woolly bush and collecting under her paunch. The horse skittered around, looking confusedly at his bunched up mistress.

The vicar's icy glare settled on the younger sister who had now regained her feet if not her composure.

"Where, madam, is your decorum!" enquired the Vicar rhetorically. "I concede that it is but a magnificent sight to witness your worthy sister being mated to a full blooded stallion. But pray consider madam, if this prosaic excitement of yours was warranted at all! That a lady so well endowed as your sister should reserve the right to be serviced by a well- bred noble beast of Charger's size and capacity should be self evident to a personage with your lineage! The laity, madam, gawks! But the aristocracy keeps the poise. Be that a coupling with a human partner or a mating with a canine lover or as in this case a mounting by an equine specimen, I abhor undue fluttering from a lady of high birth."

The vicar did not postulate on the correct behaviour of the clergy in a situation like this. But nonetheless his thirst for the harangue unabated, he went on:

"A well born lady, when mounted by an agreeably large canine or a worthy equine partner, could go so far to hold her cheeks open before the coupling commences. Or, under exceptionally trying circumstances, as was the case today, she may enlist help from a trusted member of the family or the household to effect the intrusion. But once suitably connected, I detest anything other than proper poise and composure from the lady or from her worthy spectators. She may confer her affections on her beastly partner when the coupling is in private and might be excused of showing some animation in her own boudoir. But in the presence of polite company, she offers but her body to the beast and keeps her mind and soul in check."

He turned towards Iselin to continue: "The beast, taken away by the beauty of the mistress, might exhibit some visceral streaks peculiar to its species. It is but to be expected and to be borne by the lady underneath with absolute stoicism. Indeed, the late Duke was fond of concluding his Sunday breakfasts by letting one of his mastiffs mount his dear lady witnessed by the choice selection of the guests, all whetted beforehand of course. To her absolute credit, the Duchess would let the chosen beast complete the union with perfect poise and would let the animal turn around. Thus connected, and with some support under her person in the form of a foot stool or such, since the staying power of the chosen mastiff was usually immense and thus an extended coupling without support would be a trifle tiring on her person, she would preserve her perfect equanimity while the gents retired for the cigars and the women to their gossiping.

Eventually she found out that as the coupling times could be rather long, she could do well to utilise that time spent with her Sunday morning canine partner and resorted to the discussion of the menu for the day's dinner with the cook in sotto voce, the hound still connected to her person! Eventually the gallant Duke would return to take the mastiff out for the bird shooting if the season was apt or for a mere walk in the snow if it was winter. He protested to the end that the lucky mastiff chosen for the day to cover the beautiful mistress always ran fastest and farthest during the hunt. One would have imagined that all that frenzied activity to mate with the Duchess and the exertions involved in staying coupled for the longest possible time would tire out the hound a trifle. But no my dear! Oftentimes the hound had to be literally dragged away, even after the uncoupling had occurred, from his enchantress! The Duchess, I am happy to observe, held, nay, still holds, her sway not only over her human courtiers but over her admirers in the animal kingdoms as well!"

"Occasionally the good Duchess had to acquiesce her place under the lucky hound to one of the guests; a pretty daughter given a paternal gift on her 20 th birthday once; a loving husband letting a faithful wife taste the pleasures of a canine lover once; or once a distant relative of the Duke whom he had seen as a child but since had blossomed into a lush and lovely young woman! Regardless, the Duchess was the very model of poise and decorum, a helping hand for a nervous young lady to accommodate her first canine coupling here, a word of advice on the correct posture there for a more mature woman whose buttocks were rather too broad for the mastiff to step over. Whether the Duchess was under the hound or beside it, her interaction with the ambience was one of profound grace, save for a few moments when the hound was intent on pushing his knot in for the mating to be properly sealed. None of us came out from the Sunday breakfasts without being impressed by her composure that was but appropriate to her station in life."

Iselin the Nun had a rather curious interjection at this point. She ventured out, beet-red in face, "Did the hound, Sir, under the circumstances you mentioned, cause any discomfiture to the Duchess', err.., poise, by excessive walking about?"

The Vicar, ever ready to appreciate an astute question, however obtuse the content, rejoindered: "Indeed not, my dear! The mastiffs were well trained to mount a young lady without much ado, effect a proper connection, turn around and settle for the eventual tie, however lengthy that might last. Furthermore I am pleased to recall that the Duchess was as plump then as she pleasures our eyes today. Thus it would have been, hem, a rather arduous task even for the strongest of the mastiffs to drag her around the breakfast table, even though the good lady was at the mercy of the hound by virtue of the tight coupling that the knot would ensure. By the same token, nor was it possible for the good lady to influence any forward movement, magnificent though her hips are. Thus the partners in mating tacitly agreed, it would seem, not to disturb the equilibrium and let the status quo prevail I suppose, so long as the tie lasted. But the case would have been entirely different, my dear, had the lady in coupling been of a lesser stature, say like yourself! Indeed, the lady being mated then would have had no choice but to cater to the whims of the beast by letting herself to be dragged around the room, I daresay! The good Duke, a connoisseur to the bone, took pains to ensure proper pedigree and the largest possible size in his mastiffs! "

Iselin now went crimson. Indeed she remembered with a depraved pleasure how Aesop had made her walk awkwardly back and forth, once he had forced his gigantic knot inside her tunnel and turned around with a deft that came with years of experience in mounting young dames. The damned dog had such long legs that she was almost compelled to stand on tiptoe, connected back-to-back as she was with the madly careening dog. Even then she barely managed to touch the floor with her fingertips, outstretched though her hands were!

** The punishment for the errant Lady Ann was as swift as it was extreme. The experienced groom had by then pacified the skittish Charger, had tied the animal to a post, had removed the ball dangling from the Duchess' paunch and had let her down from the breeding bench. She sorely needed that respite. The stoic lady promptly curled herself into a ball, with her hands between her massive thighs, no doubt tightly clutching her tormented cunt. She resembled a fallen Venus, mused Iselin.

Her musings were cut short though by the peremptory proceedings that were taking place prior to the punishment of the wilting Lady Ann. Josef the groom, after receiving a curt nod from the vicar, attached a collar around her flawless neck, connected a thick leather string to a ring in the back part of the collar and looped the string through a pulley in the ceiling. The string then was pulled taut and attached to a bolt in the floor. The leather collar was not tight and thus did not choke the good lady. The string was intended just to stabilise her posture and to encourage her to thrust out her pair of ballooning mammaries and her full belly, which were, obviously, going to be the targets for the impending punishment. To ensure further cambering of her midsection, her hands were tied behind her back with the fingers pointing towards the ground and another string, attached to her wristbands was connected to the bolt in the ground. This string was tight, real tight. Out came her titties and her belly. Not one to do things by half, the groom gleefully placed a pair of sloping footrests under the lady's heels. The footrests were, of course, adorned with tiny serrations and metallic needle like extensions. Lady Ann was, thus, not allowed to rest her substantial bodyweight on her heels. Almost on tiptoe, she was compelled to present her massive titties and push out her rounded paunch for the attentions of the merciless groom.