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looking out at the world through small holes cut in what her nose now told her was a thick leather hood.
    With a concentrated effort, she managed to tilt her head slightly and found herself peering up at the haughty features of the woman who had originally brought her to the house. Miss Crowthorne was standing over her, smiling down, but there was something about her smile that brought a cold chill to Maudie's cramped stomach.
    'No, don't try to get up,' the woman purred, 'and don't bother trying to speak, because you won't be able to. Just lie still for a while and I'll explain to you what is going to happen.' She gave a short sniff, and then coughed as if to clear her throat. 'You see, young Maudie, not everything about this life is pretty dresses and lolling about in comfort. Our lords and masters aren't like us, as you're about to find out. They like to play their little games and have their fun, just like naughty schoolboys, for I can tell you, that's near enough what they are and what they remain until the day they die. They never grow up, Maudie, not one of them, leastways, not one of them as I've ever known, and they let themselves be ruled too easily by what they have between their legs. Show a man something that stirs his loins and you can lead him easily by his cock for the rest of his life, and that, little Maudie, is exactly what we're going to do here.'
    'This is a little game, you see my dear, and one that dear Gregory has come to enjoy. As you know, I brought you here to take the place of a certain little slut - his wife, as was supposed to be - and that's exactly what you're doing now, too. I made her into a docile little bitch for him and now I'm doing the same to you in her stead. It's a shame you can't see yourself just yet, but you make as fetching a dog as she did, and he'll never know the difference, excepting in one place, and we're about to take care of that before he comes calling. He's not that different from the rest of his sex, but even he might just notice that you're a bit tighter'n his original bitch, but I have a little something here that will attend to that.'
    Her hand came into view and behind the mask, Maudie's eyes widened in horror, for although she had never yet been with a man, she'd had brothers and cousins and knew well enough what a man looked like underneath his breeches. Indeed, she had held a flesh-and-blood version of the object Miss Crowthorne was holding up for her, holding it and stroking it for her cousin Ned's best friend, Billy Smith, behind the barn at the smallholding where Cousin Ned lived with Uncle Walter, gripping and stroking it at Billy's behest.
    She had known then what Billy Smith really wanted to do with that throbbing shaft, for her mother had explained to her clear enough only a few weeks before her illness finally took her, and her mother also warned her as to what could well happen as a consequence. Luckily, Maudie's ministrations had worked too well for Billy's intentions and he suddenly spurted his sticky mess all over her hand and arm, and then his proud shaft had quickly shrivelled and died again.
    'I can see from your eyes that you know what this is, eh miss?'
    Maudie swallowed with some difficulty and a small whimper escaped from between her dry lips.
    'Well, this is a poor enough substitute for the real thing in some ways,' Miss Crowthorne continued, 'though there's many a man'd like to think he could match it for size!'
    Indeed, Maudie thought, the leather pizzle she was now staring at certainly seemed a lot bigger than she remembered Billy's pink and purple weapon to be - bigger and far more sinister, glinting dully in the thin shaft of sunlight that suddenly pierced the half gloom of the chamber, its blackish surface seeming to come alight from within. She let out another squeal of alarm, this time a sort of mewling protest that came from the back of her throat, but this seemed only to amuse Miss Crowthorne.
    'Get the bitch up into position,' the