Arbuthnot Abbey

[Boccaccio]

Another inestimable contribution Rupert Collins made to the sessions at Arbuthnot Abbey was photography. He mounted closed circuit cameras in the rooms and one or two outdoor areas that served as the venues for Lord Arbuthnot's venery. A selt-taught photographer Rupert also used hand-held cameras with great skill.

One of the most notable uses of Rupert's cameras was that of capturing the facial and bodily reactions of the young beauties in the moments before their sessions with his Lordship. Age can not wither, nor custom stale, the infinite variety of those expressions:





Some, like Angela, are overcome by shame



Some, especially the ones whom Rupert had bound before the session began, are unable to disguise their fear. Their bodies a-tremble, they wait for the clock to strike the tell-tale hour.




Amelia, barely of age, has only endured spankings before. Here she awaits her first flogging. At his lordship's direction, Rupert will see to it that it is one she will not soon forget.




Her luscious breasts heaving in fearful anticipation, Lavinia has just spotted one of Rupert's cameras. It is bad enough to be flogged. But to know that her suffering is to be recorded, and likely will be shown and re-shown to his lordship's gentleman friends for years to come, is all but unbearable.






Rupert has already warned Isla, a beautiful young maidservant who grew up in Inverness, that tonight's session will consist of a severe breast-cropping. If she thrusts her lovely breasts out to Lord Arbuthnot's satisfaction before each stroke, that will be the end of it.

But if she does not, the soft upper slopes of her breasts will be given two withering cane strokes, in hopes that she will learn to present her body more properly in future.

 

[Boccaccio]

While some of Lord Arbuthnot's victims are stricken by shame or riddled by fear, others seem resigned to their fate.



Violet, wearing only a chain that symbolizes her enslavements waits and wonders





Darla waits, lost in thought. As per instructions, Ruper has pinioned her wrists behind her back, and undone the upper part of her gown, baring her exquisite breasts.

 

[Boccaccio]

Others also await their fate resignedly....



Hallie prepares herself for the bite of the malacca cane






Cherie, who hopes to dance one day at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden, lies in wait for the 'benefactor' who pays for her lessons....





Michaela, too, is resigned. This will be her fourth session with Lord Arbuthnot, and each one has been more arduous than the last. But what is she to do? Her family is poor and his Lord Arbuthnot pays well for his pleasures.

 

[Boccaccio]

A few, a precious few are so proud of their lovely young bodies, that they believe themselves to be in control of the situation, that Lord Arbuthnot will fall under their spell, as so many men before him have done.




Gwynneth is haughty to the point of arrogance. Even after Rupert has bound her tightly, even though she can feel the pressure of the crotch-rope between her legs, she believes that she can find her way into his lordship's wallet without paying too harsh a price. She was very, very mistaken.




Sonia was an exotic beauty from eastern Europe. She poses provocatively for Lord Arbuthnot, believing him to be like all the other men she had enthralled. But by the time Rupert had slapped her breasts half a dozen times she began to realize that it was Lord Arbuthnot who held the sceptre of power.





Camille was used to men worshipping her superb breasts with their hands, their lips, their tongues. Never before had she encountered a man who paid homage to them with crop and cane.

 

[messaline]

Mmmmm ! Of course that they've superb breasts ! I dream of having mine against them ....

 

[Wragg]

A few, a precious few are so proud of their lovely young bodies, that they believe themselves to be in control of the situation, that Lord Arbuthnot will fall under their spell, as so many men before him have done.


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Gwynneth is haughty to the point of arrogance. Even after Rupert has bound her tightly, even though she can feel the pressure of the crotch-rope between her legs, she believes that she can find her way into his lordship's wallet without paying too harsh a price. She was very, very mistaken.


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Sonia was an exotic beauty from eastern Europe. She poses provocatively for Lord Arbuthnot, believing him to be like all the other men she had enthralled. But by the time Rupert had slapped her breasts half a dozen times she began to realize that it was Lord Arbuthnot who held the sceptre of power.


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Camille was used to men worshipping her superb breasts with their hands, their lips, their tongues. Never before had she encountered a man who paid homage to them with crop and cane.

By Jove, Arbuthnot!

No wonder I never see you in the House of Lords!

 

[Boccaccio]

Occasionally, at Lord Arbuthnot's direction, in the case of flagrant offenders, his young captives are forced to wait in painful or constricted positions.



Aurelia, the lovely young daughter of an out-of-work coal mining family, had the temerity to curse his lordship, when told that she would once again have to service the coterie of like-mind members of his gentleman's club. She was made to kneel for two hours across the base of a metal platform, her wrists painfully pinioned behind her back.

When the clock struck the appointed hour, Rupert used an overhead pulley and chain to lift her wrists to the level of her shoulders. Despite her cries for mercy, Arbuthnot himself delivered a dozen withering cane strokes to the naked buttocks of his semi-strappadoed prisoner.



As a result of repeated tardiness Marielle was instructed to maintain this arduous position shown here for five minutes. When her strength gave out after only three and a half minutes, Rupert took her to a punishment room where she was forced to assume the same position, in which her sexy body was supported by a heavy, open frame of his own devising, rather than by a wall.

Which left her splendid young breasts defenseless. Three cane strokes to each of Marielle's tempting nipples cured her of her habitual tardiness for some months to come.

 

[Boccaccio]

The well-placed cameras of Rupert Collins captured the many moods of Lord Arbuthnot’s victims as they awaited their encounters with him. Shame, fear, resignation, impudence, suffering – these were the qualities written most often in the faces and poses of the women of Arbuthnot Abbey.

But there were a few, a happy few, a band of sisters, as Arbuthnot used to laughingly tell his cronies, of young beauties whose demeanour was less revealing. And it was these few whose enigmatic poses often proved most intriguing, most challenging.




One of his lordship’s favourite photographs in what would come to be a vast collection, was this one of Adelia. Rupert’s camera caught the precise moment when Arbuthnot turned on the light in the hall outside the room where she had been instructed to wait, naked, on her knees, her legs well spread.

What was she thinking then, in that moment as she waited, her graceful hands touching her sleek thighs, her back perfectly straight? Even decades later, Arbuthnot had never forgotten how he had slowly pushed the door to the punishment room ajar, throwing light on the nude body waiting in the shadows, her small but perfectly-shaped breasts thrust forward, her teardrop-shaped nipples a-quiver in the sensual glow of the hall light, and her beautifully fringed pussy glistening as if it had been daubed with an exotic oil from the east.

 

[Boccaccio]

Celestine was another enigmatic beauty. She had grown up in poverty on the beaches of Lanzarote and had come to Britain to seek her fortune, but, alas, without the proper papers, and she fell into the hands of one of Lord Arbuthnot's gentleman friends. His lordship only had one encounter with her, but Rupert outdid himself. He instructed her to sit or lie atop the small table shown her, in a room darkened save for the camera's light source. And that she was not to dismount the table or face a fearful punishment

Celestine thought that the wealthy man who had 'rented' her for the evening would join her in within a few minutes. But, at Rupert's behest, Arbuthnot put off his entrance for three hours, while the camera recorded the sinuous movements of Celestine's body as she tried again and again to find a comfortable position on the hard wooden surface.

Yet throughout this silent, shadowy, solitary ordeal, the facial expressions of this nymph from the sea, this modern Andromea, never changed. 99 women out of 100 would have cursed or cried out in fear of frustration. But Celestine was stoic throughout, determined that she would endure this ordeal, as she had so many others, and one day would make her way in the world.

 

[Boccaccio]

Another beautiful young creature who displayed remarkable poise was Natalie.



Rupert had muscled Natalie into this thighs-spread position atop a small table and ordered to lace her fingers behind her neck, a position which he knew Lord Arbuthnot was greatly fond of. Then he left her.

Somehow, as if sensing Rupert's hidden camera, Natalie threw her long straw-colored tresses forward in such a way that they just managed to veil the pink petals of her sex.

When a somewhat irritated Arbuthnot entered the room brandishing a stiff riding crop, Natalie did as Rupert had instructed, throwing her head and shoulders back so that her long hair flew wildly in every direction. A sly smirk on her face betrayed the fact that she believed that she had used her wits to deprive his lordship of a small pleasure.

The pink nipples of her breasts peeked out impudently from among the strands of golden hair. Lord Arbuthnot leisurely used the business end of the crop to push Natalie's long tresses out of his way.

"Never toy with me again, wench!" he barked, as he brought the crop down hard on Natalie's left breast.

It was but the first stroke of four and twenty.

 

[Boccaccio]

One of Lord Arbuthnot's favorite haunts on his bi-weekly visits to London was the Hellfire Club, a modern re-invention of the notorious 18th century venue for sex and sadism.


The stage presentations at the Hellfire Club were always of a most stimulating nature.

 

[Boccaccio]

Mmmmm ! Of course that they've superb breasts ! I dream of having mine against them ....

My French isn't very good. Is this what they mean by a 'tete-a-tete'?

 

[Boccaccio]

Occasionally, the Hellfire Club offered entertainments in which all of the principal roles were performed by beautiful young women ....

 

[Sharkman]

Occasionally, the Hellfire Club offered entertainments in which all of the principal roles were performed by beautiful young women ....

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I like Club's! Especially with cultured devils and real hotties!

 

[windar]

I like Club's! Especially with cultured devils and real hotties!

"I wouldn't join any club that would have me for a member"- Groucho Marx

 

[Boccaccio]

But more often than not, the members of the Hellfire Club preferred to have "their exits and their entrances," acting their own parts, tightening the bonds or wielding the lash for their own pleasure and for that of their brothers.




Here one young member presents a pretty young servant, barely out of school, who will be the star of that evening's entertainment.






This pretty young creature has been deprived of sleep for three days. But not to worry. The lash will wake her up.







Walter Milford's beautiful au pair was a guest at many of the club's festivities. Here she is collared and soon to be cuffed. Milford will soon lead her around the room, from guest to guest, allowing each gentleman to caress and grope her in any way he likes. They may paw her and pinch her to their heart's content.







The final act of the evening, almost invariably, consists of the flogging of one or more beautiful girls. Some of the young beauties are subjected to a sustained fustigation by the host or the gentleman who brought her, while others are subjected to punishments meted out by the membership at large.

 

[Boccaccio]

"I wouldn't join any club that would have me for a member"- Groucho Marx

Tree hinted to me that he thought you might be a Marxist, but until now I didn't believe him.

 

[Boccaccio]

At some meetings of the Hellfire Club one or more guests will request that one of the guests be made available for a private performance.



Rupert Collins arranged the rigging with his usual flair. The gentleman in the front row is an American bond trader who has offered Miranda, a simple kitchenmaid with a lovely backside, $20 per crop-stroke.

With the proviso that she must tally aloud each of the full hundred strokes or she is to receive nothing.

Rupert did not make it easy for her because *he* had been promised $500 if he could get the girl with the shapely derriere to implore him to stop before the count was complete. His forehands and backhands alike were as harsh as any he had ever delivered.

Miranda was a sobbing, drooling. quivering wreck by the time the 100th stroke had fallenl, but the Amerian was as good as his word, peeling off twenty Franklins and stuffing them into her mouth after the last lash had fallen.

 

[Wragg]

But more often than not, the members of the Hellfire Club preferred to have "their exits and their entrances," acting their own parts, tightening the bonds or wielding the lash for their own pleasure and for that of their brothers.


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Here one young member presents a pretty young servant, barely out of school, who will be the star of that evening's entertainment.



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This pretty young creature has been deprived of sleep for three days. But not to worry. The lash will wake her up.




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Walter Milford's beautiful au pair was a guest at many of the club's festivities. Here she is collared and soon to be cuffed. Milford will soon lead her around the room, from guest to guest, allowing each gentleman to caress and grope her in any way he likes. They may paw her and pinch her to their heart's content.





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The final act of the evening, almost invariably, consists of the flogging of one or more beautiful girls. Some of the young beauties are subjected to a sustained fustigation by the host or the gentleman who brought her, while others are subjected to punishments meted out by the membership at large.

Is the Hellfire Club anything like the Drones Club?

 

[Eulalia]