The Loves of Lord Roxboro

VOLUME II

At the close of our previous volume, we left the various occupants of Roxboro Manor wrapped in slumber.

Early the following morning, Caroline was awakened by a tap upon her boudoir door. “Come in,” she called, and the door opened to admit her younger sister, who came over to her bed, kissed her good morning, and then proceeded to make herself comfortable, seating herself upon the bed beside Caroline.

Caroline gazed at her younger sister speculatively, wondering just how much knowledge was concealed beneath the arch yet innocent exterior of her smiling childish face.

“You know,” said Caroline, “you somewhat surprised me last night. I wonder where you could have gotten the information you were giving me before we retired.”

“Oh, fudge,” replied Freda. “I know a lot more than you think I do. I know where babies come from and how you get them-really, the doctor doesn't bring them at all-that talk about bringing them in his satchel is untrue.”

“Why, Freda,” said Caroline, “if the doctor doesn't bring them, then where do they come from?”

“They aren't brought at all,” laughed Freda. “They come out of here,” and she placed her hand upon her lower abdomen in the region of her sexual organs.

“Why, Freda,” gasped the astonished Caroline, blushing furiously at this act of her little sister. “Freda, suppose our uncle should overhear you speaking of these things. What on earth could you say to excuse yourself?”

“Oh, uncle can't hear,” she said. “Besides, I guess he is pretty well informed about it. He must have one of those things himself.”

“What things?” inquired Caroline, eager to ascertain just how much information Freda had gained at school.

“Oh, one of those things that all men have,” the little minx replied. “You know, one of those things that gets hard and they push in your crevice-and golly it hurts! — but if you are wise, you don't mind and be careful so you don't get tripped up and have a baby. Didn't you know about that, Caroline?”

“Yes, I did hear the girls talking about it while I was at school, but Freda,” she said, looking sharply at her sister, “you seem to know too much. Have you really seen one of these things or handled it or had it inserted in you?”

“No,” said Freda, looking down, “I haven't seen one, but I know that all men and boys have one. Do you suppose that uncle has got a big one?”

“Oh,” gasped Caroline, “Freda, you mustn't talk like that; it's nasty. I don't know whether uncle has one of those things you mention or not, and Freda, when you were sitting opposite uncle, you were not very careful of your dresses. Why, downstairs last night, when we were talking to uncle, you sat on one leg and I could see up almost to your drawers. You are a young lady now and should not throw your legs about in such fashion. Besides, you must realize perfectly that your uncle is a man, and such things do not look correct before him and should not be done.”

“Oh, I don't mind; I like to look at him when he tries to peek at my legs. His eyes look so funny! I'll bet that queer ideas are floating around in his head; he acts so nervous and restless, it is funny.”

“But, Freda,” said Caroline, “I don't act in that fashion; really, it is most unbecoming. It isn't nice.”

“Oh, I don't care,” said Freda. “At school when they would let us go to town, we girls used to sit in the grass in the park and if some nice boys or men were sitting where they could see us, we would lift our knees, just as if we did it by accident, and gee, but it was funny the way they would peek! And funny! I thought I would die! Some of those silly men would pretend not to notice us at all, and would lie flat on the grass and then peek over at us, so that they could look up under our skirts. We knew it all the time, and Marjorie, the girl I went with, Would sit with her legs spread wide open and the slit of her drawers open, and she would gaze at the boys to see if their things would swell up and get hard!” The young girl rocked back and forth in glee as she remembered the young men and the swelling in their pants as they gazed lasciviously at the hidden charms so cleverly revealed by the girls.

Caroline endeavored to appear shocked and horrified; truly her little sister was not the tender, innocent lamb that she had imagined. She must be very careful in her conduct with Lord Roxboro.

“Listen, Freda, you have never seen these things that the men have, have you?” she asked, wondering if in her mad pursuit of knowledge her sister had really gone further than she had thus far revealed.

“Oh, you asked me that before,” replied Freda. “No, I have never seen one, but once I nearly did. I was dancing at a party with a boy and could feel it bump against me as we whirled in the waltz. I asked him if it was always hard like that and he asked me to step outside in the garden and take it out and examine it. He said that it would be a heavenly treat for both himself and me.”

“Did you go outside with this terrible person?”

“No,” said Freda, looking mournful and then laughing. “I giggled at him and he looked startled, blushing up to the roots of his hair, and then turned and ran away from me. It was comical the way he acted. I wondered what ailed him to dash away in that manner. I never met him again, or I would have dragged him out in the garden and hauled it out myself, the bashful little fool!”

“Freda!” cried Caroline, actually shocked at the cynical attitude of her sister. “Freda, that is bad; you must not ask boys to show you such things. Uncle would kill you if he knew.”

“Oh, I don't think so; uncle is not a bad sort of an old bean, and I don't think he would be so angry with me for inquiring about those things, anyway.”

“Don't you ever dare ask him anything about such matters,” cried Caroline. “Why, Freda, I will give you a good spanking if I ever hear you being so brazen; just remember that, now.”

“Oh, all right,” sighed Freda. “But I'm a woman now, don't forget that-if you don't believe, I'll show you. Look here!” she cried, throwing up her nightgown and revealing her lower body and spreading her legs apart, thus exposing a slight clump of fuzzy dark hair that was sprouting around her pink little cleft. “See, I have hair on myself; I am a woman now!” she cried.

“Why, Freda, I am ashamed of you,” said Caroline, nevertheless sitting up in bed and examining her younger sister as she lay sprawled on the side of the bed, exposing her entire body. “Cover yourself up, you brazen little baggage,” cried Caroline after a moment's inspection of her young sister's lovely girlish form.

“Oh, you are an old pill; you needn't be so modest; you are as bad as the boy that ran away when I wanted to look at his thing!” cried Freda. “I wonder what makes boys so simple. Anyway, the next one that tries to run away will not get very far.”

“Freda, you are terrible. I would like to know where you got all those wild ideas. You really must be more circumspect; it certainly isn't nice for a young girl to have such ideas, and it is just terrible to go about asking young men to expose their sexual parts for your inspection. One of these days you will meet a boy who will be more obliging and he will want to examine you in return, and no telling what is liable to happen; you may find yourself in a terrible situation before you get through.”

“Oh, what's the difference? Don't be so old-fashioned. Besides, I am a woman; I've got hair on me and everything. I'll bet you've got a lot of hair, haven't you-say, let me look, won't you?” and she reached over and attempted to lift Caroline's nightdress in order to look at her pussy. Caroline hurriedly clutched her garment in an endeavor to prevent Freda's viewing her hidden charms.

“Freda,” said Caroline, “I'm ashamed of you! Let me alone and either go back to your own room, or else get in here with me and behave yourself.”

“Oh, I'll bet you're not so dumb, young lady!” cried Freda. “I bet you know a lot more than your prayers, only you are too prissy to talk about it! I'll bet you have felt them, too, only you won't admit it!”

“Oh, Freda, you're terrible! Go on back to your room now and get yourself dressed. It is nearly time for breakfast and I want to get dressed, so run along. We will talk about things some other time. Run along now,” and kissing her sister, she pushed her from the room.

Preparing herself for the bath, Caroline heard the murmur of voices from the library next to her bedroom, so stepping to the door, she listened for a moment but could distinguish nothing but a mumble. Searching the door, she discovered a tiny crevice through which she could peep into the adjoining room. Applying her eye to the opening, she looked into the library and saw her uncle seated in a chair, while standing before him, her hands clasped and a beseeching look in her eyes, stood Marie, the maid.

Caroline stood gazing through the crevice in the door and as she discovered who the occupants of the room were, she found she could faintly hear their conversation, although they were apparently talking in low voices.

“Marie,” said Lord Roxboro, “you have been with me now for some time. You have served me well and I have no particular fault to find with you.”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” said Marie, looking at Roxboro wonderingly..

“I make it a point, Marie,” he continued, drawing a paper from his pocket, which he unfolded and glanced over, “I make it a point to investigate all of my employees thoroughly. You have been with me now three months, I believe?” he asked, raising his eyes to the pretty maid.

“Nearly four, sir,” she answered.

“Of small matter,” he remarked. “You gave references when you came here of people that resided in your hometown, Middleboro, is it not?”

“Yes, sir, that is right,” answered Marie, looking a trifle worried at the trend the conversation was taking, and shifting her feet nervously.

“I find,” he continued, referring to the paper, “I find that you are well known in Middleboro. In fact, to be quite frank with you, my dear, much too well known in certain quarters! Do you happen to know a certain Mr. Montgomery, Marie?”

At the mention of this name, Marie blanched and seemed about to swoon. Her lips paled but, controlling herself with an effort, she stood with downcast eyes before her employer.

“I thought that name would touch home!” cried Lord Roxboro with a satisfied air. “My suspicions, I see, are well grounded. You know him, do you?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Marie, her answer barely audible to Caroline as she listened at the peephole.

“And this man, this man Montgomery, was he your lawfully wedded husband? Is this right, Marie?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered again, clenching her hands until the knuckles whitened, twitching about as she tried to evade her employer's stem and inquiring glance.

“And you, the lawfully wedded spouse of this man Montgomery, ran away and deserted him? And when decamping, took all of his money and his watch and other valuables?” the lord shot at the shrinking girl.

“Oh, that is untrue, sir!” she replied with flashing eyes. “He beat me and starved me and made me leave him! I never wanted to be his wife and the act of marriage was against my will. I was forced into a union with the detestable creature!”

Lord Roxboro cast a sensual glance mingled with pure admiration at the beautiful creature as she stood radiant in her youthful beauty, denying the aspersions cast upon her honesty.

“Easy now, Marie,” he soothed her. “You left him, at least, and took with you when you left the money and the jewelry that I have just mentioned. Is that not right?”

“Yes, my lord,” she answered in a low tone.

“And you came into my employ and lied to me about these happenings, knowing very well that this husband of yours, this Mr. Montgomery, had already filed charges with the authorities against you for theft and that at this very moment the authorities are in search of you? Have you been honest and fair with me, I ask you?”

“Oh, no, sir,” she sobbed. “I could never bring myself to tell you of those dreadful happenings. Has he really filed charges against me, as you say, and are the police in search of me?” Here she clasped her tiny hands together and glanced beseechingly at his lordship.

“They are hunting for you at this very moment,” said Lord Roxboro sternly. “And if I should perform my duty as a landowner, I would call them at once and allow them to convey you back to Middleboro, to jail, where you rightfully belong, you shameless creature!” At this his eyes glowed with righteous indignation.

“Oh, master!” cried Marie, throwing herself on her knees and clasping Lord Roxboro's hand as it lay on the arm of the chair, casting her beautiful eyes, now bedimmed with tears of crystal, upon him. “Oh, master, I beg of you! Do not turn me off like this, do not give me up! Montgomery was a devil, indeed! I married him at seventeen, knowing nothing of the world or its evil devices! I have suffered for my sins, and I have been so happy during the short time I have worked for you and only want to stay here. Be fair with me, if this doesn't please you, and take into consideration the faithful services that I have rendered to you; and if you will not allow me to remain, at least allow me to depart from here in peace! Anywhere will I flee to escape the machinations of this dreadful nemesis, the man who was my husband! I have been a true servant and have tried to do my best. Forgive me if I lied to you before; what I say now is the truth!”

“Yes, but you have lied to me once, Marie,” replied the lord. “Who knows whether you are truthful with me now or not?” Upon her continued protestations that she was indeed telling the truth, he arose and paced the floor nervously.

“Then you don't deny that you stole the things mentioned, Marie?” he said, turning to her as she softly sobbed, her head buried in the chair. “You stole them?”

“Yes, my lord,” she sobbed, “I stole just enough to enable me to leave him. He would give me no money and I could not stand his brutal ways any longer. He whipped and beat me!”

“How old are you now, Marie?”

“Eighteen, last month,” she said, turning her tear-dimmed eyes upward to him as he questioned her.

“Go to my desk and procure me ink and paper,” he commanded. She scrambled to her feet, went to the desk and procured the articles, placing them upon the table before which he stood, then took her station a few feet away. The lord wrote rapidly for a moment or two, then, reading over what he had written and making a few changes, extended the pen to the maid.

“Marie, I have written an outline of the charges that have been preferred against you. They are here on this paper and I wish you to sign it. It is what you might term a sort of confession. Come, sign.”

“But, my lord,” she remonstrated, “you aren't going to turn me over to the police, are you? You wouldn't make me go back to that beast, Montgomery, would you? Why are you asking me to sign that paper?”

“That remains to be seen, Marie,” he replied. “You have confessed here to me, just a moment ago, that you are guilty of the crime charged against you. I really should have turned you over to the police at once. If you will kindly sign this document, I may give you another chance and allow you to continue here in my employ. Of course, you may use your own judgment. I can summon the police if you wish it,” and he turned to the bell cord as if to pull it.

“No, no, sir,” cried the panic-stricken Marie, seizing the pen and scribbling her name at the lower part of the document. “I will do as you wish, my lord; you allow me another chance to prove my faithfulness. Oh, thank you so much. There you are, sir, I have signed it as you directed!” and throwing the pen on the table, she burst into a torrent of heartbreaking sobs.

Lord Roxboro made no answer, but picking up the paper, he again read it over carefully, and walking to the side of the room where the safe stood, he twirled the knob and opened the heavy door. Depositing the paper in one of the smaller drawers, he closed the door and twirled the knob. Caroline was a breathless spectator to all of this and stood with her eye glued to the peephole, wondering what would happen next.

Lord Roxboro again seated himself in the armchair, placing his hand on top of Marie's head as she knelt sobbing upon the floor at his side, patting it for a moment, allowing his fingers to run through the fine tendrils of her dark hair and said in a gentle voice:

“Come, Marie, arise and seat yourself on the arm of this chair. I have several things I want to ask you about.”

The weeping girl arose from her kneeling posture on the floor and, following her employer's directions, seated herself alongside him upon the arm of the chair and with a tiny wisp of linen handkerchief attempted to dry her luminous eyes.

“To think that you, my little maid, Marie, were married!” said Lord Roxboro, grasping one of the girl's tiny hands in his own and softly patting it. “Why, Marie, I thought that you knew little or nothing about such things. Were you with your husband any great length of time?”

“Nearly a year,” she answered, “but it seemed a lifetime.”

“Don't think, Marie,” he continued, “that because I do not turn you over to the police that you are entirely free. You have committed theft and you should be properly punished. You must either work out your salvation here with me, or in the workhouse. I assure you, my girl, that I have no present intention of letting you off scot-free. No, not in the least. You must understand that, don't you, Marie?”

“Yes, my lord,” she answered penitently. “I am extremely grateful for your generosity in this matter, and assure you that you will have no reason to regret it. I will work for you as I have never worked before. I will do my best to please you. You certainly may depend upon it, my lord.”

“Work!” laughed Lord Roxboro. “It is not a question of work, my dear girl. I desire you to clearly understand the situation. I have the power, if I wish to exercise it, whenever I desire it, to turn you over to the proper authorities. That little bit of paper that is securely held in that safe, attested with your name, is sufficient to convict you in any court in the land and to bring you a long term in the reformatory. Realize that part of it clearly, Marie! You and I must have no misunderstanding along that line. You are fully and completely in my power. Your punishment for this cold-blooded thievery must be fixed and regulated by myself, your master. Remember that!”

“Yes, my lord,” murmured the girl submissively. “I understand the situation thoroughly, and whatever you decide will be all right, only please don't send me to jail and don't send me back to that brute, my husband! Anything, anything you say, I will be glad to do.”

“We will see later on,” he said, and throwing his arms about the neck of the lovely girl and drawing her face down to his, he presented an impassioned kiss upon her full red lips. She made no straggle to escape, but seemed to react to his impassioned caress, her soft bare arms stealing about his neck, holding him in a close embrace as he rained kisses upon her cherry lips.

Caroline was by now quite warmed by this tender scene. She saw Roxboro's hand steal to the front of Marie's waist, which he unbuttoned, drawing forth her well-shaped breasts, which he proceeded to fondle and squeeze and finally to kiss and gently bite, then allowing them to hang free in sensual looseness from her waist. Caroline envied the girl these soul-titillating touches, and at the sight of her passionate uncle fondling this beautiful maiden, strange feelings coursed through her body.

“Go lock the door, Marie,” commanded the lord, rising to his feet and gently pushing the now flushed girl toward the entrance to the library.

Marie, her breasts still hanging freely from her opened waist, ran to the door and pushed home the bolt. Returning to his lordship, who had by now seated himself upon a couch, she sat beside him, this move bringing both persons directly opposite to the peeping Caroline's line of vision, and when Lord Roxboro again clasped the palpitating girl to him, she responded to his warm kisses.

Caroline, a close spectator of these toyings of love, saw her uncle's inquiring hand creep up under Marie's skirts. The impassioned girl allowed herself to sink back on the couch, her legs slowly spreading as though to permit her sensual employer to ply his exploring fingers without hindrance.

At this movement, the sensual lord dragged up her skirts to the waistline, and the watching Caroline was rewarded with a full unobstructed view of the beautiful maid's lower person.

Her entire lower body was uncovered, as she wore no drawers, with silken stockings of fine texture, which were held in place by a pair of beautiful pink silk garters, and as the inquiring fingers of the lord pulled apart the girl's willing thighs and one of them inserted itself into the dense hair that covered her lower belly with a soft silken growth, fingering the throbbing cove beneath, Caroline wiggled her buttocks with passion, at the same time her own finger stealing into that center of feminine bliss, which she titillated violently in sympathy with the erotic scene before her enchanted eyes.

Marie lay back, almost prone, her thighs outspread to her employer's busy fingers. Caroline caught a glimpse of the passion-swollen lips as her uncle slowly massaged the dewy interior. Finally, evidently deeming that this provocative handling might cause the beautiful girl a premature orgasm, he slowly withdrew his hand, and Caroline, the entire scene directly before her interested eyes, could hardly repress a cry of astonishment at the gaping cleft that was left exposed to her startled eyes.

What an opening this was! Surely her own was not so dilated as that of this beautiful girl! It beamed with a dewy moisture, and as the enraptured Caroline watched it, it seemed to pulse and leap, probably from the soul-stirring fingerings it had received from her uncle's busy digits.

At this moment Lord Roxboro quickly unfastened the fly of his pantaloons, and the delightful object of Caroline's admiration sprang forth, erect and hard, as though to do battle with the pulsating quim that was so near it. Marie, needing no coaching or instruction in the delectable art, immediately grasped the huge bolus in one of her tendrillike hands and slowly massaged and squeezed its gigantic length, her fingers running quickly from the flaming head to the heavy pendulous balls that depended from this gigantic stabber.

The titilations of the beautiful girl's fingers upon his manly rod seemed to have a thrilling effect upon Lord Roxboro, and he wiggled and leaped at each compression and relaxation of her dainty fingers. Suddenly pushing the girl backward upon the couch, he sprang astride of her and Caroline saw him bury his flaming prong in Marie's throbbing cunt!

Each and every downward stroke and the accompanying sweet withdrawal was watched with eager eyes by the interested girl, whose eye was glued intently to the peephole; and as she watched the wiggling, twisting, sighing couple, each uttering sweet groans and sighs of pleasure, her busy finger frigged that center of sensual pleasure on her own person in sympathy with the couple so busy in love's action on the couch before her.

Presently, with a few short, frantic plunges that almost seemed to drive his banger home and that seemed to paralyze the wiggling girl beneath him, Lord Roxboro reached the quintessence of bliss and poured forth into the lascivious maid a full stream of love's elixir; the girl at the same time reached her climax, and with a few short, spasmodic plunges and writhings, the two sank exhausted upon the couch, panting from their exertions.

At the same time, Caroline, seeing that the two were approaching the desired moment, had worked herself into a frenzy with her fingers, and when they reached the apogee of bliss, she accompanied them with a self-induced orgasm that nearly caused her to faint with passion and pleasure.,

Lord Roxboro, after lying a moment in that sweet, soothing after-ecstasy, upon the body of the beautiful girl who still sighed softly beneath him, her cleft distended by his throbbing tool, arose staggering to his feet, his noble rod drooping and soft, sticky with their combined dew, and, walking to the bathroom, secured a towel and dried his parts.

Truly, this amorous sport must be extremely exhilarating to some members of the feminine sex. Caroline had never seen the maid look so radiant as now she did.

For a moment Caroline supposed that the episode was finished, in her ignorance little suspecting the caliber of the two persons engaged in this battle of love. She kept watch, however, with the idea of missing nothing that might transpire further, and her vigil was duly rewarded.

After Lord Roxboro had cleansed his parts with the towel, Marie laughingly reached for the cloth. Throwing her dresses high, allowing her parts to become thoroughly visible to the watching Caroline and his sensual lordship, she thrust the towel between her legs and dried herself, vigorously rubbing the towel against her sensitive parts with a grimace of passion as the rough texture of the cloth touched the still tingling centers of sensation. This act finished, she permitted her dress to fall and once more seated herself upon the edge of the couch. Lord Roxboro, buttoning his pantaloons, seated himself beside her, and gathering the charming maid into his arms, smothered her with hot kisses.

“You have been pretty well opened up by your husband.” The girl laughed at this and glued her willing lips to his for a lingering embrace. It seemed that she was in that parched condition so well known to widows, and the recent happenings had only increased her passionate desire.

“You are quite a kisser too, my dear,” said the recipient of the girl's warm embraces. “Your devoted husband must have taught you that lingering, soul-searing French kiss that you perform so expertly. What a pretty tongue you have, my dear Marie! Thrust it forth for my inspection and allow me to look at that titillating member that has wrought such sad havoc with my manly feelings.”

The girl thrust out her pink tongue and sensuously wiggled its strawberry tip, darting it to and fro, in and out of her pretty mouth for the lord's inspection. Fired by this lascivious exhibition, he sought to embrace the beautiful girl once more, but she laughingly dodged her head from beneath his encircling arm and bent it forward to the man's lap, holding him tightly about the waist with both arms.

“Aha!” cried the lord. “I am of the opinion that you are quite accomplished in certain ways and devices of exciting-the passions. I feel certain that you are well versed in quite a number of practices that I did not, in my blindness, credit you with, you little teaser!” Patting the back of her head with his hand and running his fingers through her hair and about her shell-like ears, he massaged the back of her neck and head, which she had buried in the front of his lap.

“We will soon see how much you know, my little Venus!” cried her uncle. The breathless Caroline from her vantage point watched interestedly as her uncle leaned back and unbuttoned the front of his shirt, baring his manly breast, covered with hair, the brown nipples of his breast standing forth; then, lifting the fair girl's head, he pressed it against his breast and held her closely to him.

Caroline, profiting by the knowledge imparted to her by her sensual uncle, together with womanly intuition, realized that the beautiful maid was busily engaged in tonguing her uncle's nipples. His hand was busy at the buttons on his trousers, then suddenly the head of his member leaped forth, about half-hard but becoming rampant under the ministrations of the lovely girl.

The man's whole front body was now exposed, and the salacious girl, busy with her adroit tongue, slipped down his bare belly, weaving from side to side in her lascivious downward course, missing not a spot on his entire front, until, slipping to her knees on the floor directly in front of the impassioned lord, she tongued up and down his groin, causing her master to writhe in passion.

In another moment the watching Caroline saw the kneeling maid, apparently flaming with lust, suddenly engulf the man's rod in her rosy lips. Sucking it violently for a moment, she released it and her busy tongue licked its sides and head, thence downward toward the hairy sack which she titillated with her dartlike tongue. Then working back upward again, her tongue slid up and down the now throbbing shaft of the man's resurrected tool; reaching the head, she once more plunged it into her mouth until Caroline wondered how Marie could accommodate the huge member without choking upon it.

The lord's hands slipped down about the fair operator's neck, hugging her head close to his belly, and thrust forth his lower parts to meet the action of the girl's head as it worked up and down upon the shaft of his huge prick.

His hands now worked downward and grasped the girl's beautiful bare bubbies, which he massaged and crushed as the maid sucked and chewed upon his swollen member. This lively encounter raged for a few moments, the girl at times being forced to pause for breath, only to engulf once more that now iron-hard instrument within her distended jaws and move gently yet rapidly up and down upon it with a slight swinging motion.

Under the eager gaze of the interested spectator, the pace livened a bit; Lord Roxboro's grip on the neck of the fair manipulator tightened as though he would crush it between his hands, and he now moved his buttocks with frantic emotion. Caroline saw her uncle's staff leap and plunge as he endeavored to plunge it to the hilt within the fair one's mouth, she only saving herself from being choked by the massive charger by grasping it firmly at the root with one tightly encircling hand; the lord's face contorted with passion and his eyes closed as the girl now sucked on that fleshy morsel with furious intensity, and as his staff throbbed and panted, Caroline knew that her uncle was now pumping into the eager and willing throat of the pretty maid the very essence of his being!

The lord, trembling as if in an ague, held the fair girl tightly to him as she mouthed and sucked, the convulsions of the muscles of her neck telling of the balsamic cargo that was now oiling her throat; and she choked, grasped, and strangled until the man's sensual grasp finally loosened about her neck and she fell, a sodden, panting heap, upon the carpet, and the lord slumped back upon the couch, thoroughly overcome by his recent passion and exertions!

Lord Roxboro lay upon the couch as if dead, his rigid organ still stiffly outhung from his belly, the hot sperm still spouting from its trembling lips. Marie lay gasping on the floor, and the watching Caroline, overcome completely by this lascivious performance, nearly swooned with excitement; at the instant of the lord's orgasm, she had lost complete control of herself and her sexual gates once more gave way, her lower lips spurting forth a charge of that divine ambrosia which flew out and down her trembling thighs, causing the excited girl to grasp the wall to keep from falling, her eyes closed from the ecstasy this tremendous upheaval occasioned.

Weakly stumbling to the bed, she threw herself upon it, unable to bear the sight of any further actions in the chamber of love. The juices were still gushing from her lower lips, and she gave vent to short little sighs of pleasure, writhing her thighs about in a frenzy. Impelled by an irresistible urge, she once more manipulated her sensitive and heated organs with her fingers, thus completing the spending of her love juice, her hand still clutched between her milk-white thighs as her sensuous passion subsided.

A few moments' rest and she felt sufficiently strong to return to her observation post, and gluing her eye once more to her peephole, she observed what was occurring in the library.

Marie was just arising from the floor, her hair in disorder, her waist and breasts bare, her face flushed and smiling as she surveyed the lord with sparkling eyes.

“Did you like it, sir?” she inquired, approaching Lord Roxboro and grasping his now soft and flaccid root in her tiny fingers.

He gave vent to a long groan and, struggling to a sitting posture, drew the maid to him and kissed her fervently. “You surely do have a nimble tongue, my dear Marie,” he said, kissing her again. “I am sure we will have a lot of fun in the future. Now, like a good girl, kiss your mouthful and button me up pretty!”

Marie obediently kissed the now softened dart and, placing it carefully within the lord's trousers, buttoned them up and, after kissing his hairy chest, buttoned his underclothing and shirt and straightened his cravat. Giving a last pat to the cravat, she seated herself beside him on the couch. Putting an arm demurely about Lord Roxboro's shoulder, she rested her chin on his chest and, looking up into his face, inquired coyly, “Do you like your little Marie, master?”

He replied by kissing her and squeezing her close to his breast. “I have discovered that my pretty little maid is a most accomplished lady,” he said. “I only wish I had known this much sooner.”

“I always have admired you, my lord,” she said in a low voice. “I liked you when I first came here.”

“Did your husband educate you in the use of that agile tongue of yours?” he asked, his hand molding the milk-white breast of the willing girl.

“Yes, my lord,” she murmured. “My husband made me do a lot of things. I had to perform that act that you liked so much the very first night we were married. At first I thought it was terrible; it made me sick, but I had to do it. He wasn't anything like you, my lord. Oh, I hated him; he was so mean to me, beating me and hurting me all the time.”

“Beating and hurting you?” queried the lord. “Do you mean to say he would hurt you when you were performing that act on him? During the actual act?”

“Oh, yes,” she answered. “He would hurt me dreadfully. A favorite trick of his was to tie my hands tight so I couldn't protect myself; then he would force my mouth open with his hands, push his big thing into my mouth and drive it down into my throat until I thought I would surely be strangled. Many a time I fainted.”

– “Well, Marie, why do you suppose he treated you in such a rough manner? Were you stubborn with him? To tie you-to hurt you. I can't understand,” said Lord Roxboro in a puzzled tone. Familiar as he was with most of the methods used to excite the sexual urge, he could not understand.

“Why was it, Marie? Why should a man act in such a manner with a willing girl? Do you know? Did he ever say why he did it?”

“His reason, dear master,” replied Marie, snuggling closer to the lord's breast, her arms about his neck, “is that it affected his passions in the strongest possible manner. That there is some foundation in this I am convinced, as my husband would grow dreadfully excited and his prong would harden amazingly when he tortured me. For myself, of course, due to the pain and suffering this caused me, I did not like it at all, as you may imagine.”

“I wonder,” mused the lord, “if there really is some truth in this strange phase of sexual stimulation. Marquis de Sade, although long dead, may have instilled within his pupils peculiar ideas which may still work out in practice. Do you really mean, Marie, that your husband, while engaged in these tortures you have mentioned, suffered an increase in his feelings, that his passion was really stimulated to an extreme degree?”

“Certainly, my lord,” said Marie. “Whenever he abused me, his passions were roused in an instant. Why, there were many times when exhausted by the pleasures of the marriage bed, perhaps directly after a fierce combat that would leave him shrunken and flaccid in his sexual parts, he had only to abuse me or hurt me and instantly his tool would rise and he would be ready for more pleasure. I never knew of a time when this practice would not revive him.”

“I wonder,” mused the lord, as though talking to himself. “I have heard of this peculiar action from other sources besides yourself, Marie. Was your husband capable of having intercourse with you in the marriage bed in the normal manner? I mean, was he able to perform the act normally without recourse to cruelty to excite him?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” replied Marie. “He was always very, very passionate. I have never known the time he did not want to tumble me over, no matter where it might be-in the lane, in the cellar, in the carriage, in the field, at home, or anywhere. But it seemed to please him more when he was hurting me. Many a time he has battered me alongside the head and flung me suddenly upon my back, then mounted me in a jiffy. Why, many a time he has almost knocked me unconscious; I would come to and find he was on top of me with his thing inside of me. He always said it was so much better if it hurt me. He was a devil if there ever was one.”

“From what you say, it seems to bear out the theories propounded by certain philosophers, that cruelty and humiliation of girls stimulated the passions of a certain type of male. It sounds unique and novel, to say the least. The idea is somewhat intriguing. I wonder if there might be some truth in the assertions. Would you mind, my dear, if I hurt you, just a little, in order to prove to myself how I would react?” said he, kissing her tenderly while he toyed with her breasts.

“Oh, my lord, I love you so much, I would love to have you hurt me, if you didn't hurt too much!” she confessed, hiding her blushing head on his bosom.

“Why, you little minx,” cried Lord Roxboro, his eyes glowing with excitement, “I believe you would derive pleasure from these sadistic actions. Come, 'fess up, little one! Haven't you ever-the truth now-felt what you might term a pleasure at some of the times when you have been hurt so dreadfully? Answer me, now!”

“Only-only when I like a person,” murmured the flaming faced girl in a low voice. “You know, women frequently admire masterful men, and if I liked a man mightily, I would want him to be my master and protector, so if he weren't too cruel, I would like to be hurt, just a little bit, if he loved me.

Then fearing she had said too much, the girl buried her flaming face in his bosom once more.

“Aha, Miss Demureness,” cried the lord, and catching her chin in the palm of his hand and turning her pretty face up, he gazed directly into her beautiful eyes. “Only when you like a person. So there have been others who practiced this strange art whom you did not like. Others! A number of them, I suppose? This would make extremely interesting material for a story, I'll be bound! Come, tell it to me, I command you.”

The girl remained silent a moment. “Well, sir, this is somewhat embarrassing.”

“Fiddlesticks!” cried his lordship, “Out with it! You are not a child; come, come, tell me your experiences. You have had to do with others besides your husband, haven't you now?”

“Well, yes, sir,” she whispered in a low voice, her head averted. “Yes, sir, there were others!”

“So,” exulted the lord, kissing her, “I knew I was right in my guess! Come, now, Marie, tell me about it. Don't leave out a thing. Don't be bothered with false modesty; we understand each other, my pretty doll, and can speak plainly. Come now, tell me about it.” He gazed at her with interest. “Don't leave out anything. Were they lovers? Some stable-boy of your acquaintance, perhaps; that you are ashamed of?”

“Oh, no, no, sir!” she answered, “nothing like that. What I am about to tell you, sir, is something that I have held in my heart since the incidents occurred. I have never told anyone and after I tell you about it, you will see why it was necessary for me to remain silent.

“You see,” she started, straightening herself on the couch and gently disengaging Roxboro's hands from her breasts, which she tucked back into her waist and rebuttoned, “it is a long story.”

“Proceed,” said the lord. “I am anxious to hear it.”

“Well, when first I ran away from Jim, I proceeded to Manchester. I had spent all of the money, which you accused me of stealing, in various forms of amusement and in traveling, also in the purchase of food and shelter, and finding myself without a farthing, I looked about for employment in order to support myself.

“I had walked about all day and was tired out and quite weak, not having eaten all day. After making a round of the places where I might find work, I was wretched and despondent at my lack of success. Noticing a placard on a building stating that an employment bureau was conducted therein, new hope arose in me and I mounted the steps and rang the bell.

“The door was opened by an elderly female, who ushered me into the front room, which was fitted up as an office. We were alone, but upon seating myself at the command of the elderly woman, she left the room and there presently entered the room a striking brunette lady, somewhat advanced in years, but stylishly dressed, who stepped behind the desk and inquired as to my mission.

“I informed her that I was in search of a situation, and after a few questions as to my experience, references, etc., regarding which I was obliged to tell her quite a few falsehoods, she requested me to doff my wraps and to enter the adjoining room.

“The weather was cold and I was wearing a heavy coat, a fur piece, and my gloves and hat. Doffing my outer apparel and hanging it upon a hook, I entered the back room. In those places it is sometimes customary for servants to wait in the back room, where they are inspected by prospective employers.

“As I was hanging up my clothes, I noted a peculiar action on the part of the lady, who, taking a roll of bank notes from her reticule, placed them upon the desk in a disordered manner. She then motioned me to follow her and I entered the back room. This action of hers meant nothing to me, I being concerned only with the location of the position that would clothe and feed me and save me becoming a public charge or a streetwalker.

“Proceeding into the next room, which was sumptuously furnished, I seated myself at a desk and, at her direction, busied myself at filling out a sheet, which is required from all applicants for positions.

“For obvious reasons I gave an assumed name and my brain was taxed to manufacture enough false answers to fill the numerous spaces on the sheet. But necessity drives and I finally succeeded in answering all the questions propounded.

“At the conclusion of this task, I looked about for my companion but found she had absented herself. Presently she returned, however, accompanied by the elderly lady who had met me upon my entrance. Oh, better had I never entered that den, which was to be my abode for some time to come!

“But I am getting ahead of my story. Upon their entrance, both the ladies seemed quite flustered and excited about something and were shouting in loud tones.

“After they had entered, I noticed they were accompanied by a uniformed officer. Upon entering, the women shouted, 'There she is! There she is! The little thief!' I sat dumbfounded, knowing not the meaning of this dreadful accusation. The elderly woman turned to him, demanded my arrest, and he advanced to my side and seized me firmly by the arm.

“I strove to free myself, but in vain. I thought my wretched husband had followed and found me, and that I was to be brought back to Middleboro. 'Come, woman,' said the officer, 'come with me to the magistrate.' My face must have blanched with terror and I nearly fainted in his grasp.

“'What-what is the matter?' I stammered, and at this the stylishly dressed woman laughed callously. 'What is the matter, indeed! You stole my money, you little hussy!' she shouted, shaking her finger in my face. 'You stole my money off the desk, there.'

“'Oh, it's a lie!' I shouted, thinking how easily I could remove this false charge. I had not stolen her money; I had not even been in its vicinity. I shouted forth my innocence. By this time we were all in the outer room and the elderly woman, stepping to where my jacket hung on the hook, drew forth from the outer pocket the roll of money I had seen the other woman place on the desk!

“I was confounded at this apparently indisputable sign of my guilt and stood, my mouth open, unable to say a word in my own defense. The old harridan then ransacked my pockets, at length bringing forth certain personal papers of mine setting forth my identity in Middleboro and I knew that comparison of these papers with the false application I had signed would bring about my conviction! I was doomed!

“What a cruel chain of circumstance. Entrapped by my own lying pen, I was about to suffer for a crime not of my doing. 'A bad example,' said the officer, starting to drag me toward the door. 'Come, you, to the magistrate.'

“'Madame!' I cried, turning to the woman that had accused me; 'You know well that this charge is unfounded. Surely you will not send me to jail for another's acts! I beg you; let mercy kindle your heart and dismiss this officer and allow me to go my way in peace!'

“Little fool as I was. If I had only known! The 'officer' was one of the inmates of this dive, masquerading as such to intimidate such poor innocent fools as I!

“At my impassioned plea for mercy, the woman seemed to hesitate. Upon seeing this sign of relenting, I redoubled my pleas and she finally motioned the officer away and directed that I step into the inner chamber.

“Inside, she motioned me to a seat and after gazing fixedly at me for a moment, said, 'My child, you are in a bad situation. If you are carted away to jail, you will be severely punished, with perhaps a long time in the workhouse.'

“'I will do anything, anything you say, only please let me go. I haven't any friend and I am nearly starving, but I really didn't steal your money and will do anything, if you will only let me go.'

“She considered a moment. Finally, she said, 'Perhaps we can do something about this.' Going to a table, she prepared a paper which she indicated I was to sign. It was something similar to the one I signed for you this morning, my lord, only that it was a purported confession of my theft of her money from her, together with a full confession of the affair with my husband in Middleboro. Frightened and cowed as I was, I could only sign it, hoping it would bring about my release.

“Upon my appending my signature to the paper, she motioned to the officer and told him she had decided not to press my case and that she would give me a chance to redeem myself, etc.

“He, in turn, informed her that she was foolish to be lenient; that I was no good, that harm would come of it, and so forth, but he finally took his leave.

“Immediately after his departure the lady placed the incriminating paper in a strong box and, motioning me to follow, proceeded to the rear of the house.

“No longer caring what happened to me, I slowly followed her and was ushered into a splendidly furnished room. Here the lady paused and, after bidding me seat myself, departed. I awaited her return for some time and, not seeing her, advanced to the door through which we had entered, finding, to my terror, that it was securely bolted! I ran to the window and, parting the heavy shades, found them blocked in, no stray beam of sunshine permeating their sturdy thickness!

“In a frenzy of fear I ran about the room, which was quite large, shouting and screaming and pounding upon the door with my fists. No response! I slipped to the floor, weeping, and must have passed into a swoon, as I awakened to find someone grasping my arm. Looking up, I saw the room was occupied by two people besides myself. The door remained shut and I could not understand whence they had come.

“The two people were strangers. One was a trim young waiting maid, slight yet muscular, the other an elderly gentleman, fashionably dressed, wearing a boutonniere and carrying a cane under his arm. Stumbling to my feet, I begged them to open the door and allow me to depart. Neither of my strange visitors vouched an answer, the maid smiling at my pleas for freedom and the elderly dandy twirling his mustache as his eyes devoured me from top to toe.

“Laying aside his topcoat, hat, — and gloves, as my wails for succor filled the chamber, he bent a cold gaze upon me and commanded me to rise to my feet.

“'Kiss me, little one!' he commanded, holding his arms out to me. The sight of the man was repellent to me. I turned to the maid, hoping for some mercy from another woman, but was amazed at the indifferent look that mantled her brow! Apparently no help from that quarter!

“Consider, my lord. Up to the present moment I had had but one man in my life, my husband; and the thought of embracing this elderly stranger was extremely distasteful to me, yet I knew I was doomed!

“'Kiss me!' again cried the old man impatiently. I stated I would have nothing to do with him. The maid sprang suddenly behind me, grasped my arms firmly and held them to my sides. I was helpless. The old roue advanced and seized my head and pressed a kiss upon my mouth. I struggled and fought, to no avail. The maid, well trained in long experience with unwilling girls, was more than my match. The old man showered caresses upon me. He opened my waist, took out my breasts, and then squeezed and molded them. I kicked and squirmed but could do nothing. The maid handled me as though I were a child; she dragged me to a bed occupying one comer of the large room, flung me upon it, and securely held me while the old satyr boldly rolled up my dress, exposing my lower body to his sensual gaze.

“He ran his hands over my legs and thighs, not forgetting to touch and rub that central spot that quivered beneath these alien fingers. I draw a curtain over the disgusting scene. Lord, sir! I am a woman, after all, and something of my modesty still remains. I shudder at the thought of the fingerings and maulings of the degenerate beast upon my body, particularly in view of the shameless exposure of my body before a member of my own sex, my face red with blushes as her greedy eyes fixed on my humiliating and exposed attitude.

“The fingers of the old roue eventually accomplished his purpose; the continued rubbing and touching of my touchstone of passion finally brought me around and I was lost in that ecstatic state that nothing can cool except the inserting of a man's shaft. I was squirming and tossing with passion. I am a very passionate woman, as your lordship has discovered, and in spite of my horror and repulsion, the old goat's manipulations had worked me up to such a state that I was unconscious of anything except my lustful sensations.

“I panted for the insertion of a member-even the tool of such a repulsive old toad as he. Suddenly he mounted to the bed-my thighs were outspread, my sexual lips seemed veritably to open to receive the charge of his throbbing member and I greedily gulped its entire length and breadth within my hot and seething quiver!

“No longer mistress of myself, I threw my arms about the old man's neck as I dashed my boiling envelope up and down upon his slippery stick, in order to coax out his load of manly balsamic sap with which to cool my heated womb! Utterly disregarding the fact that one of my own sex was an interested spectator, my modesty entirely forgotten, I blindly threshed and twisted about, speared to the quick with his joy staff and lost in a divine ecstasy, seeking to bring about the culmination of the combat which, once begun, recognizes neither caste nor station.

“Finally the bubble burst; my very soul seemed to merge with that titillating rod that was tickling my interior, and with a cry issuing from my sensual being, I held my ravisher in a crackling embrace while his boiling sap sprung in gushes within me; my quivering and panting lips clinging to his prong, we both met our climax.

“A moment we lay, and then, withdrawing from me, he arose. The excitement finished, my repulsion toward the old goat redoubled and I felt a deep sense of shame, due to the way I had exposed my lust during this rape, and I strove to arise to my feet.”

At this moment an interruption occurred in the nature of a loud ringing of a bell. Lord Roxboro, arising to his feet, looked about the room to see that there were no telltale signs of the recent adventures that had taken place; then, dismissing the maid, he went below to see what had caused this interruption.

Going to the door, he opened it and found Carl, the good-looking stableboy. “What is it, Carl?” inquired his lordship.

The boy pointed to the stables, whose wooden eaves were smoking. “The stables are on fire!” cried the boy. “What shall we do?”

“Good Lord!” exclaimed Roxboro, rushing toward the scene of the conflagration, where he found upon his arrival that the servants were busy with buckets and a small garden hose. In a few moments of hard work by all hands, the flames were subdued and the fire extinguished.

After an inspection to see that damage was slight and that none of the horses were injured, Roxboro thanked and complimented the help upon their prompt action.

Returning to the house, he ordered that breakfast be served immediately. The excitement had aroused everyone about the place, and upon his return to the manor he was met by both of his pretty nieces, who inquired as to the extent of the damages; he reassured them immediately, stating that it had been but slight and that there was no danger.

Repairing to the dining room, the three were served with breakfast. After chatting for a few minutes, his lordship suggested that the girls amuse themselves about the place, that he would be busy in his library for some time and would see them again at luncheon. Marie was clearing away the dishes, looking very charming indeed, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed and rosy. Roxboro casually directed her to report to him in the library as soon as the morning chores were taken care of, saying he wished to consult her on some matters concerning the house.

Our fair Caroline was not deceived, however, by the nonchalance of his lordship and, suspecting there were to be more adventures forthcoming, resolved to take her station at her peephole and observe whatever might transpire in the library. Making excuses to Freda that she would be busy with some mending, she sent the child out into the grounds to play, and soon after Roxboro had gone up to the library, she also repaired to her own bedroom, where she took her station at the door, prepared to witness any happenings that might take place.

After a short wait she was rewarded. A knock sounded on the library door and upon Roxboro's calling “Come in,” the door opened and in stepped the bright-eyed Marie. “What did you wish me for, my lord?” the girl inquired.

“You are adorable, Marie,” said his lordship, drawing her to him and kissing her fervently. “I think I will have you again; it seems that I didn't get enough of you this morning.”

“My goodness, sir, but you surely must be strong!” cried Marie in surprise. Roxboro had opened the front of her waist and was by now massaging her firm breasts with one hand, while the other roamed about her back and down upon the round, firm, smooth globes of her posterior, which he massaged and patted as he held the girl tightly to him. “But let's get on with your story, Marie; you have me greatly interested and I would like to hear more of your adventures. Come, let us sit down.” And drawing her to the couch, they seated themselves.

“Where was I?” remarked Marie. “Oh yes, I had just been forced by that hideous old goat. Well, you can imagine how I felt. I was horrified at the thought that I had been guilty of laying with a man besides my lawfully wedded husband. The maid was busy wiping off the old buzzard's prong, and neither of them paid any attention to me. I ran about the room, seeking some means of escape, but there was no hope. I could find no opening of any kind through which I could hope to gain my freedom. I was nearly frantic.

“After having himself cleaned by the maid, the old man sat down upon a couch, motioning me to come and sit beside him. I refused, whereupon the maid came to me and seized my arm, twisting it in such a manner as to cause me great pain. I realized that any resistance in this house would be useless and would only cause me to be tormented, so decided to bear my fate as best I might. I went to the couch and seated myself by my aged ravisher.

“For the time being the old man contented himself with feasting his eyes upon my condition. My dress was torn-my breasts hung out naked, my skirts were rumpled and reefed above my knees. I must have presented a sorry sight indeed.

“My captor gazed at me for several moments; then, without the slightest warning, he struck me a sudden sharp blow with his tightly clenched right hand upon my exposed breast. The pain was excruciating. With a scream, I sprang to my feet, but the maid again clutched my wrist, twisting my arm behind me with such a sharp agony of pain that I sank to my knees. No use to attempt resistance-each movement I made only served to increase my agony as the brutal maid sharply twisted my aching arm.

“My lord, perhaps I had better cease my story here; the things that occurred afterward are too filthy and horrible to tell; I am sure your lordship would only be disgusted and repelled by hearing the rest of my story. My face bums even now as I think of the things I was forced to submit to by these two beasts in human form. Let me desist with my story at this time; it is almost too shameful to repeat!”

“No, Marie,” said the lord, her strange story having an exhilarating effect upon his degraded senses. “You must really continue, my girl; I am deeply interested in hearing the full tale of your wrongs; I feel deeply sorry for you and you may be sure your tale will meet with my sympathy; certainly nobody could blame you for things you were forced to endure against your will. So continue with your story, no matter how shocking; I won't hold it against you, you may be sure.” ~

“Oh, very well, then, sir; but it really is most embarrassing to me. However, as you say, I was forced to submit to this treatment, and it certainly was not of my own volition that I indulged in the scenes I will attempt to describe.”

Lord Roxboro's hand descended to a certain portion of the maid's person that was quite warm and throbbing, perhaps with the recollection of the experiences she had undergone. Her eyes sparkled and her breath came in quick short gasps. Her legs parted and her bottom shifted slightly in order to permit the lord's hot, exploring fingers to operate freely in that soft, sensitive portion of her passionate anatomy.

Caroline, from her vantage point at the door, eagerly listened for Marie's further disclosures. This tale of rape and persecution had held her spellbound and she hardly dared draw breath. She hoped she would be permitted to hear the tale to its conclusion, without interruption.

“Well, to go on,” continued Marie, “the old man continued, at intervals, to strike me upon the nipples. He seemed to enjoy my struggles to free myself from the iron grip of the brutal maid and seemed to take a fiendish delight in my agony. Pulling up my skirts, he next attempted to force his hand between my tightly clenched thighs. Determined to make what resistance I could to his foul attempts, I tightly clenched my legs together, kicking out viciously with my feet in an effort to forestall him. But with the maid twisting my arm cruelly and the old monster simultaneously violently pinching the bare flesh of my naked thighs, I was forced to relax my legs and permit his probing hand to dart within, where it immediately started to finger and titillate the still-moist crevice of my sex.

“You may be sure, sir, that after just having received a dose of his foul excretion, I did not relish the manipulations of his fingers as he distended and probed my quivering parts, but after all I am only human, and it was not long before I was beginning to have my passions again aroused by the manipulations, the soft teasing motions of his finger within my slit, rubbing gently upon mat bulge of feeling; the fleshy button soon throbbed and leaped and-I am ashamed to say-I was again in the throes of feminine desire!

“The tight grip of the muscular maid upon my arm was now unheeded; I was unable to feel it, and she, being a woman and knowing the sensations that the man's fingers must be engendering, allowed her hold to relax. My thighs were now open and widened to their fullest extent, my lower belly pushed far forward to receive his nervous touchings, and I lay back on the couch and gave myself up to that womanly ecstasy of passion!

“Wiggling and twisting my buttocks about, I felt as though I was about to reach my climax, when suddenly removing his finger, he slipped to the floor upon his knees and applied to my heated and salacious slit-oh, sir, I am ashamed to say this-he applied his hot, moist lips to my center of lust! This was something new and unheard of to me-an electric shock ran through my system-the intense passion that I felt at the touch of his lips caused me to cry out nervously; the tip of his tongue roamed searchingly about the nervous tissues of that center of pleasure; his tongue slipped between the lips of my heated crevice, causing me to shudder and writhe in heavenly pleasure! I groaned; I twisted; I squirmed about; my legs tightened on his head, clasping it tightly between my naked thighs, and as his busy lips and tongue titillated and inflamed my sexual parts, I knew that in an instant I should pour forth my charge of womanly dew!

“His tongue, burning like a flame, seemed to reach into and lick my very heart of hearts! Never before had I experienced such marvelous sensations! I was almost overcome in passion; the room spun around in circles and everything seemed to be going black before my eyes as I gave down my balm. I felt the grip of the maid on my arm; it was cruelly twisted about, causing an excruciating pain that almost overcame the lovely sensations I was enjoying in my lower parts.

“'Give down! Give down!' the maid whispered in my ear. 'Give it to him now! Hurry!”

“'Oh, I am giving down-I am coming-I am coming!' I almost screamed as the vile creature twisted my aching and almost paralyzed arm.

“'No, no, you fool!' she hissed into my ear. 'He wants you to give down to him-piss, you fool! Piss!'

“Oh, my lord, I am overcome with shame at the thought-I bum with modesty when I remember the vile things whispered into my ear by the now highly excited maid. The besotted old wretch of a satyr! The filthy, degraded monster! It seemed to me he was so worn out by his life of dissipation he was not satisfied with normal methods-I must micturate into his gaping throat. I blush at the thought of such animallike practices.”

Roxboro was madly excited at this glowing description of these perverted practices. “Go on, Marie, go on. What did you do? Tell me!”

“What could I do?” asked Marie-. “Forced by the pressure of the maid's arm, twisting my wrist until I was sure it would break, I sought to vent that sparkling stream-but alas, to no avail. The pulsating tongue of my seducer, lapping at my sexual membranes, causing them to open and close to each other due to the emotional crisis frustrated my attempts! Were I to die otherwise, I seemed helpless to pass the golden liquor he so much desired. I moaned from the pain of the twisting given to my arm and finally, nearly overcome, I cried: 'His tongue! His tongue! I simply cannot so long as he moves his tongue!'

“The old man, hearing my objection, ceased the thrusts and caresses of his burning member in its convolutions in my burning and throbbing sheath and I, using every exertion and power of will and determination at my command, spurted forth in a burning stream, into his eager mouth, a flood of urine pouring from my uterus. I vented and vented, the liquor pouring from my parts; so long was it since I had last answered the call of nature, that had I willed it, I could not have stopped the flow!

“I felt the liquid seep into my stockings and dress, and finally, with a lost convulsive spurt, entirely emptied my bladder. The old dandy had evidently not removed his tongue and lips from the moist resting place, and immediately upon the cessation of my spurts, his wiggling tongue once more titillated the soaking folds of my sexual groove, bringing new life to my being. Finally, with many twists and claspings of my thighs about his fevered head, I gave a long, drawn groan and beshowered his lips with another cargo of sweets, until shaking and trembling like a leaf in the wind, I was allowed to lie back in a half fainting condition upon the couch.

“Lying for a moment in the sweet, sensuous daze that overcomes all upon the conclusion of the ejaculation of love's tender potions, I felt myself being lifted bodily from the couch; my attire was unbuttoned and removed, and, naked as the day upon which I entered this world, I was thrown, a sodden mass, upon the large soft featherbed.

“My senses returning, I lifted my head and saw that my ravisher, assisted by the maid, had banished his own garments and stood at the edge of the bed, as naked as I, the straggly hair on his chest revolting my eyes; his huge staff once more stood forth as though to menace my pouting and wet slit that lay before it.

“He sprang into the bed with an agility that was surprising in one of his years; roughly throwing me upon my back and leaping heavily astride my bare form, he fastened the lips that had so recently titillated my sexual parts upon my own, and seemed to endeavor, in a sucking kiss, to draw from me the little breath that still remained in my body! Grasping my naked breasts in his hands, he cruelly compressed their soft substance to a fearful degree. I saw that this fiend was deep in the throes of sexual passion, and that he was determined to ravish me still further. Although he was repugnant to me, I knew resistance would only bring me more torture, so as his machine banged against my naked thighs and belly, as if blindly searching for the moist entrance, I spread wide my thighs, thinking that by making entrance easy, I would save further tortures such as I had hitherto undergone!

“In spite of my tempting attitude, however, lying as I was, widely outspread, my nature held open for the entrance of his raging tool, he only dallied about, pinching and striking me here and there, biting me with cruel little nips, the infliction of which seemed to amuse him mightily. My breasts, my belly, my armpits, my neck and cheeks-all came in for their share of this tormenting caressing, and finally, the nips causing me to give vent to agonized cries of pain, I threshed about, determined to force him to either pierce me or allow me to rise.

“I felt myself dragged from the bed, the maid lifting my slight form in her strong arms and carrying me across the room. I was seated squarely upon a tablelike contrivance, and I opened my eyes to view, if possible, what new form of torture had been devised by these wretches for my undoing.

“The maid was now busy with some object that I saw projecting upward from the tabletop, and which lay snugly between my wide-spread thighs as I sat listlessly there; looking downward, I perceived the object to be a monstrous image of a male organ. To this instrument the maid was now applying an ointment which seemed to make the surface of the implement as smooth and slippery as glass.

“Noting that I was observing her actions with a terrified air, she laughed wickedly at me and continued to anoint the huge prong! It sat solidly on the table, projecting straight upward, and the maid, after oiling it to her satisfaction, suddenly grasped me about the waist and lifted me bodily from the table despite my desperate wrigglings and twistings. Assisted by the old dandy, she seated me upon the point of the mammoth weapon, but to my terror it touched not the orifice designed by nature for the reception of such objects but-oh, how can I say it? How can I mention it to you, sir?:-such a different one entirely! The one meant entirely for the outlet of the body! A diminutive opening, never designed for the encompassment of such a gigantic bolus as the one it was now forced to accommodate! My shrieks and writhings were unheeded-with throbs of pain that coursed through my entire body, my form was slowly but surely pressed down by those two fiends upon this dilating prong, its gigantic circumference seeming to split my very vitals as it forced open the tender sheath and relentlessly drove upward into my sensitive parts! My squirmings and twistings only served to force the giant member farther into me! I nearly fainted. Up, up, it forced its relentless way until my buttocks touched the table-top and in a moment I came to rest and felt that the gigantic rod had been inserted to its fullest extent. I felt as though I were splitting wide open-my being was suffused with a mixture of pain from the terrible machine and yet, strangely enough, a feeling at the same time of pleasure at the pressure on the tender tissues of my backside!

“But I was not yet finished! I was slowly pushed backward, the gigantic staff filling my anus; the maid grasped my arms and I lay upon my back upon the table, my legs widely spread. My tormentor advanced and, opening my slit and placing against it the head of his swollen and rampant prick, with one cruel plunge buried it to the hilt in my pulsating quim. A few rapid shoves and withdrawals, and he volleyed a drench of boiling sperm full into my turgid womb as I lay fainting and screaming. I felt as if my interior had been completely disrupted; all turned black before my eyes and, panting and screaming with pain, I knew no more.

“When I awoke, I found myself deserted and alone. I lay upon the bed again, entirely nude, my body covered with the slimy emissions of my seducer. Both he and the maid had disappeared. Struggling to my feet, my body racked with pain, I looked about for my clothing, to find that it had also disappeared.

“I was nearly hysterical with fright and pain. I screamed loudly for help, my cries reechoing through the chamber as I pounded upon the locked door. Thinking I had heard a door opening somewhere, I redoubled my efforts, screaming loudly and pounding upon the panels of the thick oak door.

“My efforts were finally rewarded and I heard a key turn in the lock. The door opened and the stylishly dressed woman, who had fist accused me of theft, came in and queried in a rough tone, what in the devil I was hollering about.

“I told her that I wanted my clothing and wanted to depart this house wherein I had experienced so much pain and humiliation, but she merely laughed at my pleas and informed me that I would stay there as an inmate until she saw fit to release me.

“On my bended knees I pleaded with the woman. But not a tinge of mercy seemed to sway the adamant heart of this cruel and sensual woman.

“'You may as well know your situation,' she remarked. “You are in a house which specializes in catering to the tastes of men of the type that you have just finished with. It will be your duty to entertain these men and others who may attend, until the time comes when I see fit to allow your departure. If you do not want to act properly, if you insist on being stubborn, it will only be-the worse for you. You will be forced to accede to their wishes anyhow, so make the best of it. If you are too stubborn, you will be turned over to the police, so just make the best of your situation, unless you prefer to go to prison.'

“I realized that discretion was the better part of valor, at least until I could effect my escape from this hideous prison. 'Very well, madame,' I replied, 'you won't have any trouble with me, I am sure. I guess I might just as well make the best of things.'

“'That's more like it, my dear,' she replied. 'You will find a bath next door; go into it and clean yourself, and in the meantime I will send for some food. Now, remember, no attempts to escape; you would only be caught and brought back and then I would turn you over to the tender mercies of the police, so watch your step.'

“'Very well, madame,' I answered. The woman left the room and I heard the grating of a key in the lock.

“Despairing of succor and my heart filled with misery and dread, my body aching and burning from the horrid treatment I had received, I repaired to the bath, which I found to be perfectly equipped, and there I enjoyed the pleasure of a soothing warm bath. I had neglected to inquire as to my clothes, but determined to ask about them from the first person who appeared.

“Carefully drying myself with one of the huge bath towels which hung upon the wall, I wrapped another and dry one about my person and returned to the chamber, where I clambered back into bed to await further developments and rest my weary frame.

“In a few minutes a key grated in the lock and the muscular maid entered with a tray containing food, which she set out upon the table. Being quite famished, I arose and approached the table where I found a delightful repast laid out. I immediately fell to and did ample justice to the meal, which was of the choicest quality; meanwhile the maid busied herself with arranging the chamber, which had gotten considerably disarrayed during the previous combat. The meal, together with a couple of cups of hot coffee, had refreshed me considerably, and I felt human once more. I inquired of the maid as to my clothing. 'Why worry yourself about clothes?' she sneered, 'you won't need no clothes for what you have to do here. But anyway, I will see what I can do for you. I'll be back shortly.' So saying, she gathered up the dishes and departed, locking the door behind her.

“I returned to the bed, where I disposed myself to await further developments, my mind filled with fear at the unknown future. I must have been more tired than I thought, however, for I seemed to have dozed. I was awakened by the maid, who stood beside my bed, holding in her hands some articles of clothing. Dangling from her fingers was what appeared to be a dress, but I judged it to be quite short, as from its appearance it would certainly cover no more than my knees, while the upper part was principally lace and ribbons with a couple of loops of ribbon to support the gown over my shoulders. There were also a chemise and a pair of silk stockings and slippers.

“These articles the maid threw upon the bed and I, thinking that this clothing would at least cover my nakedness, skimpy as they were, hastily arose and started to don the clothing. However, I was not to do so, as the maid raised her hand and said, 'Not just yet, my pretty. There is something to do first.'

“Going to the door she locked it securely; then, returning to me where I stood uncertain by the side of the bed, she said, 'You are a pretty thing, my dear; now you and me will have some fun together.' So saying, she seized me by the shoulders and, pushing me backward upon the bed, seized my thighs and spread my legs apart. I was too astonished to even offer resistance, merely wondered what was coming next.

“Without wasting time, the woman dropped to her knees on the floor before me, lifted my thighs to her shoulders, and to my amazement buried her face between my legs and began to repeat the operation that the odious old gentleman had so recently performed.

“I was horrified! One of my own sex in this degrading position! For a moment I was overcome with surprise, wondering how any woman could descend to such an animal act! But I was not inactive for long! The woman, evidently well trained through many a previous experience and knowing the sensations of the female sex through the sensations of her own body, tickled and caressed my gaping grotto; searching out the divine sensitive spot, her busy tongue frigged and licked it, so that my ardent nature quickly responded to her ministrations and I was soon twisting and gyrating with tumultuous passion, my trembling bare thighs thrilling with the thought-perhaps strange as it may seem to you, dear master-of one of my own sex performing that act that was so delightful to me although so new; my thighs tightened against her head in a squeezing position; my hands reached down and clutched at her hair in an effort to bring her hot, sensual mouth still more tightly in contact with my naming cunt. In a few moments I felt the crisis approaching-my movements became more animated as I squeezed her head between my thighs, my breath coming in gasps as low moans issued from my throat; the woman sensed the approach of the divine moment and her fiery tongue and lips seemed to redouble their active movements, and as my boiling sap descended, deluging her lips, she greedily drove her sharply pointed tongue into my innermost folds!

“Unlike my former performer, however, she did not require me to urinate and for this at least I was thankful. Panting and heated, she arose from her position. The experience must have been sweet to her, judging from the fact that she had sought it herself, and standing beside the bed, flushed and panting, she suddenly grasped my hand, which she carried to the hot spot of her own desire, and plunging my fingers against her quim, she told me to rub. Evidently the act she had just performed upon me had excited her to the utmost, as she fairly quivered with excitement and lust; her eyes half-closed, her feet spread apart, her skirt raised above her hips, she stood there, her belly stuck forward as my hand busily manipulated the spot of her desire. Strange as it seems, my lord-I am ashamed to acknowledge it-this strange behavior on the part of the abandoned woman had aroused a new note of passion in me and I eagerly set about assuaging those burning sensations that I was certain must be coursing in her wanton body.

“I rubbed and pressed her wildly jumping mound of womanhood, which seemed to leap under my caresses. Her gyrating squirms, her twists and wriggles, like some animal lost in the throes of heat, seemed to engender within me strange feelings of sensual lust.

“Slowly then rapidly, softly then forcibly, trying to realize her sensations, my fingers titillated this active mound of flesh that seems to dominate the actions of the feminine soul. Jerking and twisting, her eyes rolling upward to the ceiling, she suddenly went into a paroxysm of lust and my hand was flooded with a deluge of her prolific, spouting flow. Her orgasm finished, the lascivious girl staggered to the bed, where she threw herself upon her face panting and lay for several moments, recovering from her excitement. Suddenly she arose, grasped me tightly in her arms, kissed me passionately upon the lips several times, then rushed out the door, locking it behind her.

“I was amazed at the strange actions of this woman, whom I had found, on closer inspection, to be rather pretty, although somewhat older than myself; clothed in proper garb, she would probably have been a very striking woman, but dressed as she was in her maid's habiliments, her natural beauties were somewhat dulled.

“After resting for a few moments from this last hectic experience, I picked up the clothing that the woman had brought, and after cleansing my parts with a towel, I proceeded to the mirror, where I donned the articles of dress and surveyed myself in the mirror.

“What a sight I presented! The dress, as I had guessed, came to only above my knees, the upper part so scanty that my breasts were visible down to the nipples. Only two buttons held the garment to my body, and these were in front, accessible to any hand. The stockings, of gossamer silk, openwork in design, were unusually long and came up as far as my thighs. The slippers were beautiful, with very high heels. I could not help admiring myself, however strange and immodest this garb appeared to be. The clothing was of finest quality, of beautiful color and texture, and I had to admit that the style served to accentuate whatever beauties of body I might possess, and, aside from its wanton exposure of my charms, was very becoming. At any rate, here were clothes; I was no longer exposed in a state of nudity to the stare of anyone who might enter the room.

“I was exceedingly tired, so went to the bed, upon which I threw myself, not knowing what the hour might be, and in spite of my excited and frightened state, was soon sound asleep.

“Not for long, however, was I to be allowed this sweet balm of nature. I suddenly awoke to find the bed occupied by a strange man, whose fingerings had awakened me. He lay by my side in the bed, his eager hands searching out my most secret charms. I fought fiercely for a moment at this ravishment, but to no avail! My feeble efforts were crushed in his bearlike hug, and I soon fell an unwilling victim to his lust. After a time, having satisfied his desires, he left me, once more a sodden, aching mass upon the bed.

“But why tire you with a repetition of my adventures? Because that is what it amounts to: time lost all meaning for me. I had no way of knowing whether it was day or night; an endless procession, it seemed to me, of lustful masculinity passed through the chamber. Occasionally I was brought a tray of food by the maid; occasionally I would sink into bed for a nap, usually to be awakened by the pawings of some lust-maddened man, who would satisfy his desires and leave, to be replaced by another.

“I realized that I was helpless; I soon ceased to struggle and fight against their advances. I realized that to make their stays with me as short as possible, it was best to aid them in glutting their salacious wishes as rapidly as possible.

“Immediately upon the entrance of a man, I would advance to meet him; I would seize his member, manipulate it, fondle it, squeeze it, etc., in an endeavor to hasten the culmination of the episode. This system was quite successful, the average visitor being of a stodgy, unimaginative, selfish disposition, interested only in his own pleasure; and my efforts to speed things up usually resulted in our repairing to the bed without any special preliminary caresses, where I would do all in my power to encourage these bestial creatures to reach their spasms quickly.

“Many of my visitors were brutes and beasts in human form; my flesh was treated cruelly by these monsters in their degenerate lusts. They were past masters in the art of torment, torturing my quivering flesh in the most unheard of places; many times have I swooned away with pain under their loathsome touches; my entire body was a mass of weals, cuts, and bruises as a result of their licentious brutality, while nothing in the way of filth and degradation that it is possible to imagine was omitted from the practices of these creatures, many of whom were apparently 'gentlemen' of high degree.

“I wonder how I stood it. I sometimes doubt that all these things really happened to me; I hardly understand how a person of my temperament could have endured the degradation, humiliation, pain, and suffering that I underwent during my stay in that terrible brothel. I gradually became hardened to the terrible life, making no resistance, becoming in time a mere sodden, lifeless thing. To conserve myself, I learned what tricks I could in the art of whoring; I discovered secret sexual idiosyncrasies, methods and devices of quickly bringing the patrons to their sexual exploding point.

“Thus showing myself willing and pliant, I was soon more fully trusted, and gradually was permitted the freedom of the house, mingling freely with the guests who came to select a girl for their entertainment-sometimes myself, sometimes one of the other inmates. There passed before my eyes a procession of ghouls, beasts, perverts, and degenerates that is repugnant to even think about, and I would repeat to you some of the practices, the devices, the unnatural acts that were used to bring about the culmination of the sexual pleasures of these loathsome creatures.

“Sufficient to say, however, my opportunity finally came to escape. Assuming that I had become thoroughly cowed, the landlady of this horrible place gradually neglected her careful watch of me, and one night, seeing an opportunity, I secured some clothing, rifled her cashbox, and made my escape. After some further trifling experiences, I finally secured employment with yourself, my lord, and you know the rest of the story.”

“Well, you surely did have an experience!” remarked his lordship.

“Yes, and I hope your lordship won't hold it against me too much; after all, I am a weak woman and there was nothing I could do to prevent the terrible happenings I have just told you of.”

“Of course not, my dear; I wouldn't think of blaming you in the least,” replied the lord. “You certainly have related an interesting narrative and I really do feel deeply sorry for you. But all that is past and gone now, my dear; your life here should be very pleasant and serene by contrast.”

“Yes, my lord,” she replied. Lord Roxboro gave vent to a deep sigh. The recital of the beautiful maid had aroused a terrible furor in his parts, which he had withdrawn from his trousers and now exposed to view in a fine state of hardness. Drawing Marie close to him, he motioned her to encircle with her tiny hands the throbbing hugeness of his red, swollen staff, which the maid proceeded to do immediately.

Caroline, an eager watcher and listener at her post beyond the door, had listened to the maid's story with amazement. It seemed hardly credible, yet the girl had told her story with a candor which discounted any possibility of its being a sordid fairy tale for the edification of the master. She wondered if human beings could do the things described by Marie, yet was much excited and interested at the recounting of her various adventures; her finger was busy in that throbbing slit, which she had been manipulating just sufficiently to keep herself in a pleasant state of rapture without bringing on an orgasm.

Marie, whose nature was so warm that but little was needed to excite her to the utmost, leaned against her master and glued her lips to his, while her dainty fingers massaged and squeezed his mighty rod; his own fingers explored her cleft of love and titillated and massaged the little button of joy therein concealed. They lay thus a moment, seemingly merged together; then the lord recovered himself and, pushing the maid slightly away, remarked:

“Marie, your recital, pregnant as it was with all those detailed attacks and ravishments of your form, has aroused in me some strange and unnatural desires. I would like very much to subject you to some of the performances you have described. Particularly I have in mind one certain spot in your body which arouses in me a desire to have connection with!” So saying, he passed his hands around the body of the beautiful girl and, furling up her dress in the back, began to mold and press her broad, firm buttocks, which seemed to tremble beneath his touch.

Marie divined his thought instantly. Bending her blushing head upon his breast as his eager hands manipulated the satin cheeks on her posterior, she said in a low voice, “Oh, sir, I know what you want to do; that part of me is very sensitive and small and I feel sure you will hurt me, but I love you and I want to prove it, so if you want to do that to me you may do so. But please, sir, promise not to be any rougher than you have to be, will you?”

“Oh, I won't hurt you, sweet,” he replied. “Come, come! Aren't you willing to give me my pleasure? I thought you were willing to do whatever I wanted.” With which, he grasped the girl by the shoulders, turned her around and laid her face down upon the couch.

The lustful lord, seeming in no hurry to enjoy the enticing pleasures promised by the sight which was thus exposed to view, stood back for a moment in contemplation of those delightful charms. He then approached the couch and his fingers began to caress and pat the milk-white globes of the girl's buttocks. Drawing the cheeks apart, the salacious lord inspected that small brown orifice which nestled between the fat cheeks and which was soon to be the recipient of his ironlike staff. He wondered how such a small mouth could receive the swelling circumference of his turgid rod. The girl, her buttocks moving slowly from side to side, lay otherwise quite passive and patient, awaiting the onslaught of her ravisher.

A sudden idea striking the lord, he drew out into the middle of the room a large chest upon which he placed some cushions, then directed Marie to place herself upon it.

“Why, sir, what do you intend to do?” she asked.

“Are you afraid, dear?” he asked.

“Oh, no, sir! I guess not,” she replied.

Lord Roxboro pushed the willing girl over to the chest, where she lay down upon her belly, her legs astride the chest, her skirts pulled well up over her back, thus exposing her entire private parts to the gaze of the enraptured nobleman.

“Oh, sir, I know you will hurt me terribly with that big thing of yours, so please, sir, go easy. I am so small back there, so please go slow and carefully; you will ruin me if you push it in too fast or too hard.”

“Oh, I'll be careful, dear,” replied the man. But going to the comer of the room, he secured some cords from the window hangings, with which he now began to fasten the girl's wrists to the comer of the chest.

“Oh, sir, you don't need to tie me; honestly, I won't fight or anything,” she pleaded. He merely laughed and proceeded with his labors: having bound the girl's wrists securely, he next tied her ankles to the chest, and then passing the rope about the small of her back, he lashed her helpless body tightly to the chest.

This action frightened the helpless girl. She begged the lustful man to release her, promising to make no outcry or struggle, to permit him to work his will upon her, if he would only release her, to all of which the passion-maddened man replied with a laugh.

“Marie,” he finally said, “your tale of bondage in that brothel has filled me with some strange thoughts. You have told me of the various men who have had to do with you, and of their practices; the idea intrigues me and I am now going to practice upon you some of the performances you have described. You are my property; I intend to exercise upon you the right of ownership. I think I will mark you as my property, first of all.”

“Mark me?” the girl wailed. “Oh, my lord, what do you mean?”

“Oh, I won't hurt you; I am simply going to make you so that anyone seeing you from now on will know you are my property. Be still, you silly little fool; I am not going to hurt you!”

With that the man proceeded to the bathroom, returning in a moment with a small bottle and a brush. The girl, twisting her head about, noted his actions and immediately started to weep. “Oh, sir, you are going to hurt me, I know you are; you are going to put acid on me, or something; please, sir, oh please, sir, don't do it!”

“Nonsense, you little twit,” replied the lord. “This is simply iodine; it won't hurt you in the least. Now shut up or I will give you a hearty smacking on your arse.”

The girl now lay passive, sobbing pitifully. The lord inspected her and, deciding he had not sufficient space upon which to perform his artistic operation, suddenly reached out, caught the girl's clothing, and ripped it from her back! She quivered and lay still, saying nothing.

She now lay, dormant and helpless, her dimpled back exposed to the man's view. He dipped the brush in the bottle of iodine and stood considering what his artistic efforts should be.

He started to painting upon the girl's back. Upon the ivory whiteness of her back, in large brown letters, he inscribed the following:

PROPERTY OF LORD ROXBORO! RETURN TO OWNER!

Finishing his task, he stepped back and inspected it. Putting his bottle and brush to one side, he once more bent his view to the girl's backside. His tool, during his lettering operations, had somewhat shrunken, although still about half-hard. Moving in front of the girl, he brought his member in front of her face. “Take it, sweet; get it hard and leave it nice and wet for me.” Passing his hands under her body he played with her breasts; her busy mouth soon brought his organ to a fulsome state of firmness; he withdrew it from her lips, dripping with saliva, and placed the head of his enormous prong against the little brown opening of her anus.

The feat was difficult, but it was soon accomplished. The giant red head of his bolus slowly forced apart the protecting muscles of her sphincter and slowly entered the domain until the entire head was hidden from sight.

The man hesitated at this point; he found the thrill of thus penetrating the body of the blooming girl very intriguing.

“Marie,” he remarked, renewing his forward motions, “it strikes me, from the way you described your experiences, that the sensation of pain is very pleasing to you; I am convinced that you enjoy it more when it is painful to you. Now, just consider: suppose I should suddenly drive this tool clear up into you; suppose I should give a ram that would split you open and dispel your entire intestines. How would that strike you? You would probably die with pain, wouldn't you? Well, I have a notion to do just that.”

“Oh, no, my lord, no!” cried the girl. “Please don't talk like that! I know you would kill me; please go slowly, oh, so slowly! Oh, sir, you are driving me mad-either withdraw it or push it in, oh, sir!”

The lord, a grin upon his suffused countenance, began a slow back-and-forth motion, which was simply maddening to them both. The tightly encircling muscle gripped his penis like iron; the orifice seemed to gulp repeatedly, causing a delicious sensation to his flaming member, he moved only slightly back and forth-not sufficient to withdraw his member nor yet to force it in farther, but rather, a slow, frigging motion that was tantalizing to both in the extreme, prolonging the pleasure without forcing the issue as would have occurred had he plunged his tool completely into her vitals.

From her peephole Caroline viewed this proceeding with great interest, marveling that such a diminutive orifice could receive such a monstrous charger, and she quivered in sympathy as the beautiful maid quickened her breathing, as if in tune with the man's motions as he began now to thrust more violently against the stubborn resistance of her muscular sheath.

Suddenly the girl's emotions seemed to get the better of her, as, wrought to the highest pitch of excitement by the mingled pain and pleasure, she suddenly cried, “Oh, give it to me! Give it to me, master!” She now experienced wild thrills of sexual longings and wriggled her posterior far upward to meet the man's drives.

“Oh, push it in! Push it way in! Oh, please, give it to me-oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, give it to me hard, sir, harder, harder!” Reaching the climax of his emotion, the cruel lord now drove his swollen implement into the girl's tender rectum, up to the hilt, and with fierce drives poured seething and boiling up into her quivering bowels a swimming charge of his spouting cum.