Miss Marchant's quarters are situated on the top floor, well away from both the staff's quarters and the children's dormitories. The rooms are private, isolated and soundproofed so that the screams of the children she tortures to satisfy her pent-up sexual passions, can't be heard throughout the orphanage. When the other children were sent to bed that evening, the matron brought Sally to Alice's bedroom to prepare her. Drugged, little Sally wasn't sure where she was, the bed wasn't hers; it was far too large to be hers. The air was perfumed and there was a feminine musk that clung to the bed sheets, one that made her feel warm and aroused. She couldn't remember what time she'd been brought to the bedroom, but she did remember matron undressing her and then massaging a soothing ointment into her already bruised body for what seemed like a very long time, which made her feel warm and aroused. Rebecca Bolton always used slow sensual massage to arouse the children sexually, prior to them entertaining their masters and mistresses. After braiding Sally's hair into plaits as instructed, Rebecca used her fingers to skilfully awaken the child's sexual appetite, smiling as she warned her that if Miss Marchant caught her doing this to herself without permission, she would be severely punished. "Wait here for your mistress and don't touch yourself!" Matron told her. Rebecca then left the room, leaving the child tucked up in her mistress's warm bed. The boys and girls at St Saviour's are routinely masturbated, but if they are caught touching themselves without permission, they are severely punished. The reasoning behind this rule is to conserve their sexual energy, so that they are able to perform on demand. The girl's are always expected to have multiple orgasms during masturbation; however the boys are expected to keep their cock's erect and to control themselves for as long as possible, before ejaculating. Memories of the dungeon soon came back to Sally as she sat up, aches and pains making her gasp, then she looked down at her slender body, her breasts small enough for her to see the underside as she stared at the inflamed mark beneath her left nipple. She stared in amazement at all the marks that stood out against her pale skin and tried desperately to take away the pain by masturbating herself. Battling against her tiredness for what seemed like a very long time, Sally eventually fell asleep, her hands between her thighs and her fingers caressing her cunt. It was early morning when Alice entered the room. She stood over the child as she slept, removing the bedclothes to enjoy her innocence. Sally's thighs lay parted and her fingers were still inside her cunt, a scene that aroused Alice, because she now had an excuse to torture the little tart, under the pretext of punishing her severely for masturbating without permission. Drugged as she was, Sally would do anything that was asked of her and Alice had every intention of making the child suffer as she struggled hard to pleasure her mistress. Alice checked the adjoining room to make sure that all the items she had asked for had been delivered. Satisfied, she slipped out of her clothes and freshened herself up, before returning to her bedroom to wake up the sleeping child. Alice bent over her and tested the state of her arousal; pleased to see that the little tart had the nerve to masturbate, even though she knew that she would be punished severely for doing so. "You dirty little tart!" Alice shouted. Removing Sally's fingers from her hairless cunt, Alice replaced them with her own and roughly pinched and twisted her clitoris, until she woke up screaming. "Weren't you told, not to touch yourself?" Alice shouted. "Yes, I'm sorry, please Miss I'm sorry!" Sally pleaded. "What happens to dirty little tarts who masturbate without permission?" Alice asked the child in a very stern voice, continuing to pinch and twist her tender little clitoris. "They are punished, Miss!" Sally replied, screaming in agony. "Where!" Alice asked her teasingly. "On their bottoms, Miss!" Sally whimpered. "Turn over, you dirty little tart!" Alice ordered. Sally turned over, her bottom now nicely presented to her mistress. "I'm sorry Miss, please don't punish me!" Sally pleaded. "Lift your bottom higher," Alice whispered, roughly helping Sally to lift her bottom into the required position. "You have a lovely bottom, Sally" Alice told her. Alice, caressed the child's pale, smooth and delicate skin of Sally's lovely bottom for a while, bringing shivers to her little body. "Thank you, Miss!" Sally uttered, a blush starting to appear on her sweet face. "Dr Stevens, has written here in your journal, that your bottom can withstand a lot of pain," Alice teased her. "No please, please don't punish my bottom, Miss!" Sally pleaded. "I am going to enjoy punishing your bottom, Sally!" Alice whispered softly and erotically in her ear, making her shiver with fear and her little toes to curl. That sly smile of Alice's had returned once again, as she now thought how much she was going to enjoy torturing this lovely child. "That's right Sally, they have their bottoms severely punished!" Alice said. With a cruel passion Alice spanked Sally's bottom hard. Sally opened her thighs in the hope that her mistress would slip her fingers in-between and arouse her again like matron did. Instead, Alice grabbed hold of the struggling child and dragged her from the bed over to a nearby chair. Sitting on the chair, Alice turned Sally to face her and then pulled her down so that her body was securely held under her left arm. She then made Sally straddle her left thigh, a position that brought Sally's right knee level with her aching cunt. Alice spanked Sally for a good ten minutes in this position, the friction of Sally's knee, giving her multiple orgasms. "Please, please stop Miss!" Sally pleaded, screaming and writhing from the pain. Alice loved this position, as it didn't matter whether it was a boy or a girl, the friction was still the same. "Are you going to do as you are told now?" Alice asked, roughly massaging her bruised little bottom under the pretext of soothing the pain. "Yes Miss," Sally cried, her screams subsiding. Standing Sally up, Alice lifted her off the floor and threw her on to the bed, still crying and pleading with her mistress. "Show me that you still love me!" Alice said as she lay down, parting her thighs to offer her now dripping cunt to Sally. The girl scrambled between her mistresses thighs and licked. Alice placed her hands behind Sally's head, pressing her face into her cunt and writhed her hips as she came to orgasm again. Alice had difficulty in controlling herself as the little tart parted her bottom and started to lick both her cunt and anus in long flowing movements. "Oh God!" Alice gasped, giving in and leaning forward, closing her eyes as the little fingers helped part her bottom, so that the young tongue could ferret inwards and pleasure her again. Panting and flushed, Sally gazed in awe at her mistress, as her eyes rolled back and her body went into involuntary spasms. Pleased with Sally's efforts, Alice decided to initiate her into her harem and give her the chance to earn the much-coveted badge of honour. The St Saviour's badge of honour is only presented to children who have really suffered, whilst striving to give pleasure to others. Breathing deeply, Alice calmed her raging blood. "You have done well so far Sally!" Alice said, a broad smile on her face. "Have you heard of the badge of honour?" Alice asked, a new excitement starting to appear in her voice. Sally hesitated, with a worried look on her face. She knew of other children that had received the badge; but they had been sworn to secrecy about what was involved in earning it. "Yes Miss," Sally replied, looking confused. Alice kissed her, a kiss that was hard but yet loving, tongues twisting together and lips striving to bruise each other. "Would you like to earn yours now?" Alice smiled. Sally hesitated again and then started to cry, tears sliding down her face as she struggling to accept the offer, thinking about the ordeals she had already been through and wondering whether she could possibly go through them again. "Will it hurt, Miss?" Sally asked. "Yes, it will but wearing your badge will bring you special privileges," Alice said, worried that Sally might hesitate and change her mind. To Miss Marchant, her enjoyment was gained from torturing a child who had agreed to suffer in order to gain the badge. That way she could really torture them, as they wouldn't know if they had done enough to gain the badge or not. "Will you wear your badge with pride?" Alice asked the little girl. "Yes, oh yes Miss," Sally answered with a new enthusiasm, realising that the badge would be worth earning, even if she did have to suffer again to earn it. "Good girl!" Alice said, pleased with her response. She hugged Sally tightly; squeezing and caressing her bottom, then slipped her fingers between her thighs. Sensing that she was getting nicely aroused, Alice took hold of the Sally's hand and led her through to an adjoining room. When she inherited St Saviour's, Alice had this room specially built as a place to relive her sexual frustrations. Many children had been made to pleasure Alice in this room, the screams from their torture where music to her ears. The room was small; a window in the ceiling providing the only light and bolted to a raised platform in the centre was a whipping horse. Alice also had mirrors angled around the room, so that she could see the expressions on the children's faces, as she tortured them from behind. It is worth noting, that the children were also able to see what was about to happen to them reflected in the mirrors, a fact that Alice hadn't overlooked. When Sally saw the horse, she remembered both the pain of the punishment horses and the joy of the pleasure horses, but she instinctively knew that this was a punishment horse. Sally had seen many punishment horses at both St Saviour's and other orphanages, but this one looked different to her. Made entirely of wood, the four legs had restraints attached to each of them and in place of a saddle there was a wedged shaped pommel, which was operated from underneath the horse. "Mount," Alice ordered. Alice helped the nervous child to obey her by smacking and then squeezing her already bruised bottom. A convenient ladder had been placed at the side of the horse and Alice assisted Sally to mount it, using her hands to roughly position her tender limbs. Alice made Sally lie along the horses back with her head hanging free and then attached her wrists to rings in the front legs. With her pubis positioned over the pommel, she drew Sally's thighs wide apart and attached her ankles to the back legs. After attaching a broad leather strap across her back, Alice attached ribbons to her plaits and tied them to the strap, which ensured that her head remained held up and forward, so it could be seen reflected in the mirrors. Turning the handle, Alice lifted Sally's pubis and forced the child's bottom to part as wide as the restraints would allow. In this position, Alice's head was now level with Sally's genitals and by standing on a platform; Alice could then raise herself up so that her groin was level with Sally's bottom. "Are you ready to earn your badge, Sally?" Alice asked as she moved behind her, watching the expression on the child's face in the mirrors. "Yes, Miss!" Sally replied, her voice starting to falter. Alice retrieved the little package that had been left for her, making sure that the contents were conveniently to hand before stepping up behind Sally to start her torture. Bending so her face was within inches of Sally's adorable bottom, Alice breathed in the aroma of the child's nervous sexuality and then slowly kissed and licked her, bringing new struggles, as she was very slowly aroused again. Alice kissed and licked her bottom, alternating between her cunt and anus for a good few moments and then started to bite everywhere lightly until she was just about to orgasm, then without warning she closed her teeth around her engorged clitoris and bit hard, just at the moment of the girls orgasm. "No, no, no!" Sally screamed, trying to work out which was better the pain or the pleasure, feeling them both just as strongly. The child's struggling shook Alice's whole body and her screams rang loud in her ears. Alice then slowly pulled on a pair of leather gloves and retrieved from the package, a fresh bouquet of nettles. "No, no please don't," Sally, pleaded as she watched Miss Marchant preparing the nettles in the mirrors. No stranger to the pain that the nettles produced, Sally whimpered as she waited for her mistress to apply the leaves. The wait wasn't long; Alice very slowly traced the kisses she had given Sally's lovely bottom and then caressed her little breasts, pinching her nipples to make them stand erect, so she could wrap the leaves around the now erect nipples. "No, please!" Sally screamed, as the nettles started to burn and then leave a livid red rash on the surface of her delicate pale skin. Breathing deeply, Alice calmed her raging blood. Then with the calm came a new arousal and her grin was feral, her mind made up, she reached into the package to retrieve the next two items. The first was a pair of leather gloves with spikes sewn into their palms and the second was a special harness. Alice had commissioned both these items to be made discreetly by a boot-maker in Saville Row. A gusset ran from the waistband, tapering towards the back to sit in- between Alice's bottom cheeks. Into this gusset had been sewn two solid rubber cocks, one short and fat and faced inwards, the other one long and slender, its whole surface covered with small spikes and faced outwards. Sally watched nervously, a feeling of complete helplessness coming over her, as her mistress put on the evil looking harness. Alice slid the harness up her long legs, reaching for the shorter cock to place it at the entrance to her aching cunt. With a groan of pleasure, she eased the cock deep into her cunt and adjusted the gusset, pulling tightly on the straps to anchor it. Sally started to cry as she caught a glimpse of the harness, staring in disbelief at the size of the evil looking rubber cock that was now attached to her mistress's groin. Like a tiger stalking her prey, Alice walked around the horse so that the child would be able to see the cock and fully appreciate its unique design. Her young and still innocent eyes were drawn to the tiny rubber spikes that covered its six-inch surface. It gleamed in the morning sunlight; it even seemed to pulse as she became aware that the other end must be inserted into her mistresses own cunt, which made her pant all the more and get more aroused. To Sally earning her badge was going to be torture, but the very thought that she would be pleasuring her mistress to earn it, strangely pleased her. The very thought brought a tingle to her little slit and quickening to her breath. Her skin tingled all over while dread and excitement made her belly tighten and her legs quiver. To Alice having Sally pleasure her in order to earn her badge meant that the child had agreed to be tortured, a prospect that she was certainly going to enjoy. Satisfied with the horror on the child's face, Alice slowly walked around to the back of the horse and roughly pinched her bottom, which was now so widely parted that her cunt and anus appeared distorted. Previous welts, cuts and bruises were ghostly images on the young girl's pale flesh, increasing her beauty rather than detracting from it. Sally's open and tender little slit spoke of her loss of innocence and of the little tart that Alice knew she was. With a cruel smile that was visible to Sally in the mirrors, Alice pulled on the spiked leather gloves and stepped up onto the platform, her groin now level with the child's lovely little bottom. "No, please, I want to change my mind, Miss!" Sally screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the floor where they formed an interesting pattern for her torturer to admire. Realising that the spiked cock was going to be used without lubrication Sally pleaded with her mistress to let her change her mind. Blubbered words stumbled from her weeping mouth, her eyes staring at the mirrored images of the sadistic cock, which was now sticking out obscenely from her mistresses leather covered crotch. "There's no going back now, Sally!" Alice said, her eyes fixed on the little girl's exposed slit and watched as the bright pink cunt flexed as it waited in dread to being defiled. There was a true beauty in its plain innocence, yet its true beauty would certainly glow, once the spiked cock had properly ravished it. Alice placed the head of the spiked cock up against Sally's cunt and pushed it passed the swollen clitoris. The child's screams filled the room and invaded Alice's body, inflaming her. She looked down and admired the separated labia, bulging out around the spiked cock as it made its way torturously into the child's tight little cunt. Alice brought new screams from her little bound lover, pushing ever deeper, until the labia separated and the bulbous head was swallowed deep inside her vagina. Alice felt the pressure building in her own cunt as she pushed, the screams and struggles of the girl only inflaming her passions further. Lying along Sally's back she used the spiked gloves to torture Sally's tender breasts whilst at the same time rhythmically fucking Sally's cunt with the spiked cock. The muscles in Sally's cunt tightened around the spiked cock, forcing the cock in Alice's cunt to slip in and out of her. The exquisite sensations, together with the screams and frantic struggles of the child, constantly invaded Alice with pleasure, a pleasure so strong she found it bringing her to orgasm again and again. Satisfied with Sally's efforts to pleasure her and exhausted by the continual orgasms the torture of the child had brought her, Alice decided to release her. "You have done well, Sally" Alice said, as she tried to reassure the hysterical and crying child that her ordeal was now over. "You have earned your badge," Alice announced as she started to release Sally from the horse. "Do you still love me, Sally!" Alice asked as she cuddled her. "Yes, Miss!" Sally wept as her mistress led her back into the bedroom again and then got into the large warm bed with her. Alice lay awake with Sally now lying exhausted in her arms, her passions fully satisfied and she started to plan in her mind the visit of Jonathan and his wife Elizabeth in a couple of days. Jonathan Brown had asked for his wife Elizabeth to visit St Saviour's and Alice was keen to add her to the now growing list of patrons. Alice finally fell asleep with her new little tart Sally Mildrew cuddled in her arms and a broad smile on her face.