The Adventures of Dollington: Or the story of how a fine society girl fell into rough circumstances. [Mdom Fsub] [Gangbang] [rough sex] [bdsm] [incest] [4k words]

Chapter 1.

Young Elizabeth Dollington, of the Newham Dollingtons, was as fine and refined as it was possible for a young lady to be. Magnificent, in both dress and manners, and fluent in Latin in French.

One day she was walking through an east London market, perusing the goods, not sure what to get. None of the fabrics were of the usual quality she demanded however here she hoped to find some antique which would set her apart from her society set. She liked to be different, quirky.

Without really thinking about it she turned down an alley she hadn’t seen before to find a large, hairy, man with a deep voice stood behind a table with some broaches on it.

“hello gorgeous,” he said as she approached, “see anything you like?”

She perused the stall and picked out a little hatpin and asked how much. He said 5 shillings and she offered back 3.

“3 fucking shillings!” he said, turning sour and dark all of a sudden. “You come down in here in your fucking fancy clothes and shoes that cost more than my house and you fucking try to haggle me down. Fuck you and your fancy life, fuck you!”

She ran, she was distraught. No one had ever talked to her in such a cruel and monstrous tone. She went home and cried.

Later she had dinner with her fiance, Henry Peachly, a wonderful man. So wonderful in fact that she kept telling herself that over and over, he’s wonderful, he knows 6 Shakespeare plays by heart you know, he’s really a wonderful man for a wonderful life.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about the main in the street.

Chapter 2.

At night she tossed and turned, that wicked man, why she should go back and tell him just what a wicked man he was.

The next day she put on her best huff and some nice heels to make herself look taller and stomped off to the market. She found the man behind the stall, “you again?” he said “what now?”

“Now you listen here you … you … ” she started sputtering, she wasn’t used to this, she was never flustered, finishing school had given her perfect poise and grace and the elocution lessons were exemplary. “You ogre!” She was proud of having got that one out. “You can’t talk to people like that, we’re living in a society here, I insist on an apology this instant!”

“An apology!” the man laughs, uproariously, “listen you cunt you can fuck off and all, you think your airs and graces mean shit to me?”

“Oh!” she screeched “you beast” and started hitting him with her handbag.

He grabbed her wrists, his grip was like iron, and looked right into her eyes. “Now now, temper temper, it seems like maybe you need to be taught some manners.”

Chapter 3.

Dollington struggled with the man, she wrestled. Then a hot flush came over her and she suddenly started feeling weak, she blushed as she looked at him.

“Oh” he said “you’re a whore, I can see it in your eyes! Look at you melting, you need a rough man to dominate you don’t you?”

She tried so hard to resist, she summoned up every ounce of strength to shout “no” in his stupid, bearded, old man, face. What came out was a sigh, a soft and weak sigh.

“Get on your knees” the man said, in a flat and commanding tone. There was no doubt in his voice that she would do it, and no doubt in her mind she would not.

When she was on her knees he pulled out his cock, she had not seen one before, she’d seen a few pictures in medical books. She was instantly hypnotised, mesmerised, it was the most important thing she had ever seen. It was like a Knight of Camelot finding the Holy Grail, it was unmistakably the center of her universe.

Her tongue reached out of her mouth towards it, all by itself.

Chapter 4.

The tip of her tongue touched the tip of his cock, it tasted … amazing. She dined on venison and veal, salmon and sirloin and this was better than all of them combined. She needed more. She started licking the fat tip of the dick and reached up to hold it with her hands. He quickly became hard.

What was she doing? This was insane, she was going to stop. She was going to take the cock out of her mouth and stand up and run away, run all the way home, back to Henry and her nice life and her clothes and dogs. She yearned with all her heart to have the courage just to take one step away, just to crawl away.

But the hunger inside her was stronger, it raged in her guts. She needed this cock deep inside her mouth right now. She took more and more of it in, it was so big it didn’t fit so easily, she didn’t care, she devoured it. She was absolutely desperate, her panties flooding, her heart racing, her mind filling with ecstacy.

He reached down and played with her hair while she sucked him off, her well coiffed little ringlets slowly falling to pieces. “Good girl” he said “show me what you are.”

Chapter 5.

Dollington gagged, choked, tears ran down her face and still she shoved the dick deeper and deeper into her face. She wished he would just grab her head and fuck her, she wanted to be hurt, used, forced. She could barely think, she didn’t need a brain, she just fully relaxed into it, nothing had ever felt so natural.

He came. He had hyperspermia and so the load was absurdly big. Globs of cum blasted into her stomach, clogged her throat and, as she pulled away, splattered all over her face and down the front of her dress. She reached up to try and clear her eyes but her hands had been in the mud and she only managed to wipe a mixture of cum and mud all across her face, she sat back, right into a wet puddle, her fancy dress ruined.

He laughed at how pathetic she was. Then he took pity, reached down and cleaned her eyes with his thumb. “That was amazing, thank you” he said. “Now, you listen to me. If you come back to see me again I am going to take ownership of you. I am going to make you turn tricks and make you into a street whore who works for me. So I suggest you run along home and don’t come back, because I want all of you or nothing, and if you give me the chance to take you I will, completely.”

Chapter 6.

Dollington crawled away through the mud, she stood up and staggered out the alley, she had lost a shoe and kicked the other one off. She meandered through the market, she was a disgusting mess, covered in mud and cum, her hair dishevelled, her face still plastered with jizz. People looked at her in shock. She went to a fountain and tried to clean herself up a bit but mostly managed just to get messier.

When she got home she tried to go in the back entrance and up the servants stairs but her father was there, her loving, warm, caring father who had never been anything but good to her. She put her face in her hands in shame when she saw him.

“Lizzie my darling, what happened?” he said, in a warm and soothing tone. “I fell” she said, crying. He scooped her into his big arms, his large body warm against her, not at all worried about getting messy, consoling her mattered more, his bushy moustache twitching. “Don’t worry my dear, whatever happens I shall never spare you my affections. Now go upstairs and get cleaned up before your mother sees you.”

In her room that night she tossed and turned. Her pussy was hot again, burning, demanding she go back to that magnificent dick and all that cum. Fuck she needed more cum so much. She tried not touching herself, that was torture, she tried touching herself, that was worse. She came and got a few minutes of respite, and then the heat would start rising again, itching, burning, demanding. Surely she couldn’t go back? Surely it was impossible, there was absolutely no way she would ever do it. She would tie herself to the bedpost if she needed to. She had decided, she would never see that disgusting, mean, man ever again. Ever. Never. Forever.

Chapter 7.

Dollington decided that she would just return to the market stall just to tell the mean man she wasn’t going to return. I mean that was just politeness afterall and she was a good girl and would be on her best behaviour. She decided that if she had any more of those funny feelings she would pinch herself and then everything would be fine.

When she got there he laughed, “oh hello”. “Now listen,” said Dollington, in her best and most earnest voice, which was still really rather cute, “I just came to tell you that nothing else is going to happen between us. The other day was a mistake and it won’t be repeated!”

“Ok,” said the man, “that’s fine by me.” “It is?” replied Dollington, quizzically. “Yes, of course, you never have to do anything you don’t want to do with me. I’m here, come if you like, don’t if you don’t, it’s a very open situation.” Dollington was a bit taken aback, she thought he would have been mean or shouted. Maybe this man was actually a nice man?

They got chatting and things seemed light and breezy between them. Dollington agreed to hang around and help with selling the jewelry that day. She rather liked being on the stall with him, flirting with the customers to make the sales and nattering away with Dez. She liked the name Dez, it was so unlike all the other names she often heard like Henry, Charles, Worthington etc.

At the end of the day they packed the stall up and Dollington said “We made a lot of sales today, seems like we make a good team! So … what now?”

Dez replied, “Yeah, thanks for your help today darling, it’s nice having you around. In terms of this evening I was wondering if we might head down to this pub I like and I might auction your vigin holes off to the highest bidder. They’re pretty rough down there but I’ll look after you, and we’ll get a good price. I mean, would you like to be a good little whore for me, you dirty slut?”

Dollington gulped, suddenly her holes felt very tight indeed. She blushed.

Chapter 8.

Dollington said yes, but it was a very quiet yes and it got stuck in her throat. “Can’t hear you love, speak up,” said “Dez.” “I said … yes,” said Dollington, her whole body was blushing now, her heart racing, she pinched herself to make it stop, that only made everything feel more intense.

Dez grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall. “Now you listen here you cunt, if I’m to be your pimp I am going to take you properly in hand. That means you’ll obey my rules and do as I say and if you don’t I will fucking beat you. I am going to hurt you and use you for myself and rent you out to as many other men as I like. If you want to be my whore don’t think I’ll go easy on you. Now do you want this? It’s a big thing, you can always go home right now if you like.”

Dollington’s head was swimming, of course yes, she needed this, this just all felt so right. “Yes, please, I’ll be a perfect whore for you, I’ll do everything you want, please, please.”

“Very good” said Dez. He took out a pink ribbon from his pocket. Dollington had seen these before, they marked out the whores. He tied a length around her neck with a long streamer that he held in his hand and led her through the street. She had seen other whores being led around like this before, it was so humiliating, trotting along behind a rough man, her friends would faint if they saw it. And also it felt so easy and natural, all she had to do was obey.

Chapter 9.

When they entered the pub everyone went silent. There were about twenty five rough looking men in after their long day, working in the warehouses and on the docks. There were also a few other prostitutes, with their ribbons around their necks, but they looked nothing like Dollington. In fact no one who looked like Dollington had stepped through that door with a ribbon around her neck before.

“Gentlemen,” said Dez to the eager crowd, “may I introduce my new little cumbucket, fresh as they come, eager to please, ready to have her virgin holes destroyed by the highest bidder, isn’t that right, cumbucket?”

Dollington blushed, looked at the floor and said “yes”.

The room erupted with bids, “sixpence!”, “a shilling!”, “three shillings and two!”

“Now now,” said Dez, “this is not a time for frugality gentlemen, an item such as this does not come along very often.”

“A pound!” said a large man as he stepped out of the crowd. Everyone else was hushed by this extravagance. He had a waistcoat and must have been a foreman, he was big, his muscular forearms covered in hair clearly visible as his sleeves were rolled up.

“Sold!” said Dez excitedly. Dollingtons allowance was five hundred pounds a year.

The man stepped forward, picked up Dollington and laid her on her back on a table in the middle of the room.

“Now listen here,” said Dollington, “there are a few things we need to discuss before …”

The man lifted up her skirt and pulled down her underwear, he got it off one leg, and left it dangling from one of her fashionable boots.

“… now I have some rules which I must …” said Dollington.

The man got his cock out, spat in his palm and started rubbing it along his shaft. It was then he looked at her in the eyes for the first time and said “fuck you.”

Chapter 10.

The man rubbed his cock on her eager pussy, she was already wet. She looked at Dez who smiled down at her and said “take it like a good girl.”

The man shoved his cock deep inside her, she groaned and tensed. It was painful and so, so, good, she had never felt anything like this before. He began to thrust and she dropped into deep and expansive bliss.

“So gentleman,” said Dez, “the pussy is gone, but the ass is still on sale, what do I hear for a chance to ruin such a pretty little thing?”

“A shilling!” cried out a lad, eagerly.

The man pounded Dollington harder, he was building up steam, the force of his body slamming her into the table.

“Three shillings!” said another.

Dollington started moaning “yes,” quietly at first, then louder.

“That and tuppence more!”

The man picked her up, span round, and lay down on the table himself with her riding him. “You do the work now bitch.” Dollington began to bounce in his lap. She pulled down her dress and began playing with her tits, she looked around, she loved that she was fucking while all these men watched and jeered. She wanted to be sold as cheaply as possible.

“A pound!” said a thin, mean looking, man from the back of the crowd.

“Sold,” said Dez, “well come forward, lets get on with it.”

Chapter 11.

The thin man came out of the crowd and ran his hands up and down Dollingtons body as she rode the man on the table. She was in total bliss, the touch felt incredible.

Then he pushed her down so her pretty little asshole rose pertly into the air, winking, waiting for it’s new start in life.

Dez sat on a chair next to her and looked into her eyes, “you’re doing great, well done, you really are a lovely little whore you know, you’ll be the talk of the town.” Dollington smiled back, “thank you.” “And,” continued Dez as he grabbed her face with his hard hand, “if you fuck around or try to run out on me I will find you and punish you severely, do you understand? You’re mine now bitch, you’re comitted, I’ll fucking kill you if I have to.”

Dollington looked at him with loving eyes, how wonderful he was to care about her so much, of course she would obey and adore him.

The then thin man shoved his fat cock into her asshole, the shock went through her. Both dicks started pumping her at the same time, she couldn’t take it, she started shaking and wailing, it was so much, so intense. They fucked her on the table for a while while all the other men jeered and Dez gently stroked her hair and told her how lovely she was.

Then the men pulled out and threw her to the floor. She tried to kneel to suck their dicks, the taste of her pussy and ass fresh in her mouth, but she couldn’t. She was too weak, too cock drunk. They let her fall at their feet, they came on her and spat on her and kicked her. She writhed around on the floor, her face covered in big globs of cum, little bubbles of it coming out her nose and mouth.

When they were done Dez picked her up gently and took her to a back room where he held her gently until she stopped shaking. He kissed her a few times, on the top of the head.

Chapter 12.

Dollington was too weak to walk so Dez lifted her onto his shoulders and walked home. She was gliding along through the air, the gas lamps dancing around her while the laughter of the revellers wafted gently past. She was happy, she pressed her pussy into the back of his head, she yearned for his cock inside her, even now, freshly fucked, all she could think of was him.

Dez lifted her down and carried her through the door of his house, it was run down and small. He walked into the kitchen, with it’s small iron stove and wooden table and chairs, and laid her down on a pile of straw in the corner. An older woman watched them come in.

“This is my wife,” he said, “you’ll do as she says. This is where you’ll sleep in this corner here, and you’ll serve us as a maid too. Do you understand?” Dollington nodded and nuzzled his hand. “Good,” he said.

Dez went and sat down at the table next to his wife and kissed her. Dollington immediately knew in her bones she hated that woman. Dez was much too good for her, he was hers now, and in time he’d come to realise that, she’d give him everything, absolutely anything he wanted.

“Two paaand,” said Dez triumphantly, “bringing out a whole fistful of coins from his pocket and slamming them on the table. All courtesy of our newest toy here, ain’t she a looker? I think we’re going to be on easy street for a while now love.”

“Well done darlin.” She said, throwing her arms around him and kissing him with a smile. “However we need to be careful.” She turned back to face Dollington, her expression hardened, and a coldness slipped across her face, “with girls like these you’ve got to stay on top of them, really make sure they know their place, and don’t forget it.”

Chapter 13.

In the morning they put Dollington to work cooking and cleaning up the place. She had to be taught even the most basic things, she’d never mopped or brushed before in her life.

She walked into the kitchen and found Dez and his wife sitting there. He stood up and stepped over to her. “How are you doing my dear? Are you getting on ok.”

“Yes fine,” said Dollington, humbly. And she really was fine, service suited her.

“Good, now how attracted are you to women? Are you at all gay?”

“No, not in the least.” She’d never even thought of it before.

“Well that changes nothing,” said Dez coldly. “You’re going to eat my wife’s pussy right now, you’re going to be a good little sex toy for her aren’t you?”

Dollington gulped. She was immediately against it and decided to say a stern and resounding no. What came out of her mouth was a meek and simple “yes.”

“Good girl,” said Dez, taking her by the hair and leading her to her knees. Dez’s wife lifted her skirt and opened her legs. Dollington shied away a little as Dez pushed her head forward. “Come on,” he said “get on with it you slut.” That word did something to her and she leaned forward with her tongue and started licking. It really wasn’t so bad she told herself as deep down she hated it.

Dez lifted her skirt and started spanking her. Each time a little shock of force went through her and her nose pressed into the dripping pussy Dez’s wife moaned. Dollington groaned with pleasure, the rush of the humiliation filled her and she felt divine.

Then it happened, finally, after all this waiting, Dez got behind her and pulled out his hard cock. She moaned “yes, please” loudly. “Keep licking you dumb cunt” he said sternly. She went back to the pussy and he inserted himself into her pussy. He pounded her, hard and quickly. It was everything she’d always wanted it to be, she melted quickly, her mind dissolving.

Dez’s wife came all over her face and told her to lick the juices from the stone floor. She did it eagerly, her mind ablaze with pleasure, all she could dream of was Dez’s cum inside her. When he came she cried with happiness.

Chapter 14.

A few weeks had passed. Dollington had settled into her new life as a whore and a maid. She didn’t think anymore, none of that bothersome mathematics or latin conjugation for her, just what Dez commanded and nothing more. She fucked a long line of men, she didn’t keep count, it didn’t matter, each time one cock came she was already thinking about the next.

One day he took her out, she trotted along obediently behind him with the ribbon around her neck. He took her up to the second floor of a smart apartment building and told her to wait. She sat on the bed, not much went through her head.

Then her father walked in the door. She compulsively leapt up and hugged him, she had missed him so. His big chest felt so warm and his bushy moustache tickled her a little, just like the old days. Then she recoiled and stepped back, she was wearing her stunning red corset and ribbon, it was obvious she was a whore, what must he think?

“Now Dolly-wolly-woo you shouldn’t have run off like that. We were looking for you everywhere, your mother went half mad and young Henry Peachly went to bloody Newcastle looking for you.”

“Sorry daddy,” said Dollington, staring at the floor. His disapproval could instantly send her into deep humility.

“I’m much more reassured to find you’re under the quality care of Dez here.”

Dollington blushed, “so, you’re not here to take me home?”

“Ha ha,” laughed her father, “I know it’s no use with you now you’ve turned, happened to one of your aunts too. You’ll be much happier as a whore than a housewife anyway. And this way comes with some … advantages.” He started unbuttoning his trousers.

“Whatever do you mean father?” Said Dollington, her heart racing, she tried to put on her most innocent and girlish voice, knowing deep down what was about to happen.

“I mean,” he boomed, “get on your knees you dumb bitch.”

Dollington knelt down immediately. Her father flopped out his fat cock, she was entranced, she had no idea he had such a thing. She quickly put it in her mouth and sucked and choked and gagged on it, deeply, quickly. He sighed and leaned back in pleasure.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, led her to the bed and pushed her onto it, her ass sticking up in the air. He spanked her a few times before entering her tight hole and fucking her.

“Now you listen to me you little fucking slut, I’m going to come and see you whenever I please.”

“Yes daddy.”

“And I’m going to fuck you and beat you and cum inside you and all over that pretty face of yours.”

“Yesss daddy.”

“You’re a whore now, and you obey, that’s all, do you understand?”

“Yesshhhsh duddy,” Dollington managed to groan as she came, her pussy juices gushing out down her legs.

“Good girl.”

And so ends the story of how young Elizabeth Dollington, of the Newham Dollingtons, who was as fine and refined as it was possible for a young lady to be, became a dirty tuppeny whore who sucked cocks and swallowed fat loads all over town.

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