The Sexual Adventures of Clara Thornton
Copyright© 2026 by Ribbleman
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - A story of English Edwardian aristocrats and their perverted sexual scandals and lifestyles. Not unlike the scandals we read about today.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Mult Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Historical Workplace Incest Mother Father Daughter Grand Parent BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Scatology Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Clergy Public Sex Small Breasts
Note to readers. The idea for the orgy was loosely based on the Hell Fire Club, party factual, though surrounded with myths of Devil Worship and Black Magic practices. The group, created by Sir Francis Dashwood in 1730s England met to gamble, drink and fornicate with high class courtesans dressed as nuns. For those interested in reading more, I have copied and pasted a small section of the information that is available online.
18th-Century Historical Clubs
London (1718): Founded by Philip Wharton, 1st Duke of Wharton and high-society friends. They engaged in heavy drinking, gambling, and mocking religion before being banned by King George I. [1, 2, 3] Order of the Friars of St. Francis (1732): Established by Sir Francis Dashwood at Medmenham Abbey and the West Wycombe Hellfire Caves in England. Members dressed in monks’ habits, held parodies of religious rites, and indulged in feasting and debauchery. [1, 2, 3] Dublin, Ireland: Built in the early 1700s on Montpelier Hill by William Conolly, functioning as a hunting lodge and private meeting space linked to local legends of black magic and gambling. [1]
Clara was gradually regaining consciousness. Her back was cold, she could not move her legs or arms more than a few inches. A few tallow candles illuminated a small area around her. She realised her wrists and ankles were shackled with iron manacles, movement restricted by chains. Her back felt cold due to her being fastened down naked on top of a stone sarcophagus. She was imprisoned in the crypt of a village Catholic church - a village that was not part of the Thornton Estate.
The memory of how she got here was slowly coming back to her. She became very aware that no one would know where she was. As for remembering the events of the past few hours her memory was very sketchy. Another hour passed before she heard footsteps shuffling toward her - two sets of footsteps. Emerging from the darkness she made out the shapes of a man and a woman.
‘We’ve been told to bring you water,’ she heard the woman say.
A small metal cup was filled from a larger jug and offered up to her lips. There was more spilled than passed her lips.
‘When am I going to be released?’ Clara asked, her voice hoarse and barely audible.
‘What makes you think that is going to happen?’ Both man and woman laughed cynically.
Clara then felt a hand stroking her upper thigh.
‘She has a nice body,’ the man was heard to say.
‘Does she make you want to ravish her?’ the woman said.
‘Aye, I’d like to give her a good seeing to!’
‘The priest never said we haven’t to touch her.’
Clara was filled with dread at the thought of these two miscreants having carnal knowledge of her.
Cackling like idiots, the woman encouraged the man to climb on the stone coffin. Clara saw him open his grubby trousers and take out his equally grubby penis.
‘Give it to her, Amos!’ The woman chortled.
Lying on top of Clara, sickening her with his putrid breath, the man bit her nipples, then guided his cock up to her vagina, and grunted before pushing forward and penetrating her. The obnoxious creature fucked her hard, while the woman laughed and sniggered, reaching out to maul Clara’s breasts.
Clara wanted to remember what this man looked like when the day of reckoning came round and she could have her revenge. She saw an old man, with hardly any teeth, unwashed skin and unkempt hair. She was surprised the man was able to maintain an erection or indeed find the stamina to fuck her in the manner he was doing. After a burst of extra energy, Clara felt his sperm shoot up into her uterus.
Unfortunately for Clara the ordeal was not over. The man pushed his lower half up her torso until his crotch was over her chin. His cock, now almost flaccid was dangling over her mouth. The putrid stench of a penis that had been enclosed in filthy clothing and probably left unwashed for months made her wretch.
‘Make the bitch open her mouth Martha!’ the man said.
The old woman inflicted so much pain on Clara’s nipples that she cried out, therefore opening her mouth. The man grabbed her jaw forcing her mouth to stay open. Hot fetid bodily excrement mixed with putrid yellow urine began to fill her mouth. Clara was almost in tears. Then she felt the old woman’s head between her legs, followed by a tongue, licking her cunt.
Clara could stand it no more. Using her tongue to manoeuvre the smelly bell-end in position between her teeth Clara bit hard and kept her teeth tight on the soft flesh. The old man screamed very loudly tried to free himself and toppled off the stone structure hitting his head on the flag floor. He remained motionless and silent. The old hag slid off the stone structure to examine the old man.
‘He’s had a funny turn, fell off, hit his head and died!’ she cried.
Clara wasn’t sure who the old witch was talking to but she felt happy her action had, had the desired effect.
The man’s screams had been heard above ground in the church, which brought the priest hurrying down. The woman tried to tell him that Clara had murdered him, but most of her speech was unintelligible.
‘Are you responsible for this?’ the priest demanded.
‘How can I be when I’m chained down.’ Clara stated. ‘He fucked me then tried to put his todger into my mouth and fell off, apparently on his head so the old woman informed me.’
‘Why would she confide in you?’ the priest asked.
‘Maybe because she was responsible for his fall! I was unable to move sufficiently to see what was happening. Are you going to take off my restraints.’
‘We have a little ritual to perform first!’ Then the man was gone, disappeared back into the darkness, dragging the demented old woman with him, leaving the dead body behind.
Another hour passed before noises signalled the arrival of more of her captors. This time there were six, four men and two women.
‘You’ve soiled yourself,’ one woman told her.
‘Is that surprising, given I’ve been shackled on top of this stone coffin for hours?’ Clara snapped, hiding her anxiety from her abusers. ‘And I need to relieve myself now - so can you please let me down!’
If Clara thought they might take her to the proper place she was mistaken. Released and lowered to the floor she was given a bucket.
‘Are you going to give some privacy?’ she asked curtly.
‘No, just do what you have to.’ It was only the two women who were doing all the talking.
Clara had no choice but squat over the bucket which was hardly two feet away from the dead body of the old man. She noticed that two of the men also carried buckets and was puzzled as to what purpose they served.
With great humiliation she defecated into the bucket while the small crowd stood gathered around watching her. Clearly, seeing her humiliation is what they intended. She felt dread and disgust when one man took out his cock stepped close and urinated over her. He was followed by one of the women who lifted her skirts and did the same, aiming for her mouth.
‘We are here to impress on you that unless you obey every instruction and order given to you when we take you back above ground you will suffer unimaginable tortures and the vilest of treatments. For chance you might think we are not serious we have been instructed to give you an example.’
The hard blow from a swinging arm made contact with the left cheek of Clara’s face and sent her reeling sideways, off the bucket and onto the floor. One of the men then picked up the bucket and poured the contents over her head, making her retch.
‘Now imagine what it will feel like if we make you eat and drink your own waste - forcing it down your throat, if necessary! Imagine the pain if we hold the soles of your feet over a naked flame! Now stand up!’
Clara didn’t react quickly enough and received a sharp thwack across he naked buttocks with a twig from a holly bush. She moved faster now but a she was pulling her self upright one of the other buckets, containing very cold water was poured over her head and body. Four buckets in all were used to clean her up, each one followed by brisk brushing and rubbing.
‘That will do for now - we’ll finish her off outside. But before that, we’ll test how well she has learned her lesson.’
The very cold water had drained Clara of what little energy or strength she had left; she had no doubt at all that these people would have the slightest reluctance to carry out their threats. When she was dragged away from the wet filth and made to bend forward over another sarcophagus she was like putty in their hands. When a cock penetrated her cunt from behind and began to fuck her she offered no resistance nor uttered no sound. Suffering multiple rape was something she would cope with easier than the alternatives.
One by one the four men penetrated her, the last one using her anus for his pleasure, taking her without lubrication. When it was the turn of the women, Clara was made to kneel before them and use her tongue on their cunnies - the second demanding she also lick and suck her anus.
Taken from the dark cold stinking crypt, back above ground, Clara was grateful to feel the breeze of clean air, though shocked to realise it was dusk and not, as she had calculated, morning; she had lost a whole day.