The Loves of Lord Roxboro

VOLUME IV

Freda, who had as yet maintained her virginity, after dallying with Lord Roxboro's now dormant tool, was instructed to depart from the chamber and return in exactly two hours to awaken her sensual uncle by encircling his rod with her rosy lips.

Disappointed in her desires to experience the same sensation by her uncle's tool as she had seen perpetrated on her sister, Caroline, she slipped her frock over her nakedness and, exiting from the room wherein the sensual uncle lay asleep, crept down the hall to the room of her sister.

Tapping softly upon her sister's door, she opened it and entered to find the beautiful Caroline seated on the bed, her face a mirror of despair.

“Why Freda!” cried Caroline, noting her sister's entire absence of shoes and stockings. She raised her astonished eyes and further beheld that her dress was opened at the neck.

Freda calmly seated herself beside Caroline and gazed curiously at her sister's swollen eyelids, which told of the recent tear storm.

“Why, Caroline dear, you have been crying. What did you do that made him so angry, tell me about it.”

“Oh, it is nothing,” said Caroline, crossing her legs and reaching out for her handkerchief, “that is nothing that you would likely understand, Freda!”

“Well, it must have been something awful, or uncle wouldn't be in such a tantrum about it. He seemed perfectly furious when I last saw him down here. What did he say to you?”

“Freda, what has uncle been doing to you in your room?” asked Caroline, lifting her listless eyes and giving Freda a careful survey.

“Heavens, Freda! Why your shoes and stockings are off, and your dress is actually hanging from one shoulder, Freda. What does this mean?”

“Oh,” said Freda, with a superior air, “uncle and I were just indulging in a few playful antics.” Then she had a brilliant idea, and tossed her head as she slyly remarked, “He did to me what he did to you today in the drawing room.”

Caroline looked dubiously at her sister. She knew that her uncle had not as yet penetrated her younger sister.

If he had, Freda would have been crying ruin. She merely smiled at the evidence of her sister's duplicity, and resolved to try her a bit further.

She said chaffingly, “Well, sister dear, was it nice? Did you like the sensation of his long rinka-dink penetrating your virgin bower?”

“Oh, Caroline,” sighed Freda, as she rolled her eyes to the skies, “it was wonderful. And he is so masterful,” sighed Freda, imagining that this horseplay would deceive the experienced Caroline.

Caroline could not restrain laughter any longer and gave away to a hearty peal, despite her own melancholy feelings.

She lay back on the bed and laughed merrily as she surveyed the amazed Freda, who could not imagine the source of her sister's mirth.

“Why, you little goose, don't lie to me,” said Caroline, arising and taking Freda in her arms and kissing her. “I'm astonished that you would try to fool your poor sister.”

“Why, Caroline,” gasped Freda, “how can you say such a thing? He most certainly did.” And she watched carefully to see what effect her lying would have upon Caroline.

Caroline again rocked with laughter, and Freda sensed that something must be wrong.

“Well, Miss Smarty, how do you know that he did not diddle me, as you imagine? I suppose that you spied upon us. Well, you are mistaken.”

Caroline still laughed merrily at the idea, and Freda, seeing that her tale was producing little or no effect, broke down and confessed that Lord Roxboro had not taken advantage of his golden opportunity.

“Oh, Caroline, it was too soft and small, and when I industriously worked it up hard again, he arose and left me.”

“Why, Freda, what do you mean by 'when you got it hard,'“ said Caroline, all her curiosity aroused. “How did uncle's thing get hard, Freda?”

“Why, in my mouth,” said Freda complacently.

“First he placed it between my legs and we squirmed about a bit, then we tried molding it, but nothing worked on it until I took it in my mouth. Then it began to harden. But Caroline, imagine-after all that, he got up and left me and I had worked so hard and loving, rolling it about with my tongue and it got so hard and throbbed. Caroline, it was almost too large to slip out of my mouth.”

“Why, Freda! Do I understand you to say that you took our uncle's sexual organ in your mouth?

“Oh no! you are joking again,” said Caroline, trying to look shocked as she suffered a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Freda appeasing her uncle's passion by titillating his monster organ. “Freda, you actually mean to stand there and tell me that you took that awful thing, that you previously saw him insert into my vagina, and took it right into your mouth and sucked on it?”

“Why, certainly,” said Freda. “You'd take it too, if you got the chance. I saw how you acted when uncle laid you on the couch and buried his joy-prong into your belly.

“You acted like a crazy loon, throwing your legs about his back, and rolling your eyes to the ceiling and moaning and crying, 'Oh, uncle! Uncle! Bury it fiercely, bury it deeper, ram it in.' Oh, I'm not blind, Caroline! I know a thing or two. Why, you seemed to like it; the feel of uncle's old jock-stick apparently tickled your crevice mightily, so please don't pretend to be shocked at me. I know better.”

“But, Freda, did you keep your mouth on it a long time and did he shoot that stuff into your throat?” asked Caroline, breathlessly anxious to know all the details.

“No, he didn't,” snapped Freda. “As soon as he got it hard and agreeable, he jerked it out.

“I wanted him to slip it into my crack, like he did into yours, but he said that he was too tired.”

“Oh,” said Caroline, relieved to hear that he had not taken Freda in the manner she had enjoyed herself. She had grown quite jealous of her little sister and was determined to keep an eye on her. “Freda, did he unbutton your waist and have you take off your shoes and stockings?”

“What do you mean,” asked Freda. “Why, Caroline dear, I stripped naked before him as he lay there on the bed watching me, and he told me I had a pretty form at that.”

“You stripped naked before uncle?” gasped Caroline. “Uncle had you before him in all your pristine purity?”

“Yes, and what is more, he permitted me to undress him before we lay down to rest,” giggled Freda.

“You undressed uncle!” said the astonished Caroline, burning with envy.

“I took off every single piece of clothing he had on and he stood there before me naked as the day he was born, his old jock shriveled and shrunken like a prune.”

“Naked. You naked and uncle naked!” gasped Caroline, pretending complete astonishment.

“Absolutely, and what is more, I have to go back there in a little while,” said Freda.

“Go back there for what?” asked Caroline.

“Why, silly, to awaken him. You know that uncle likes to be awakened in the most novel manner?” And she winked at Caroline.

“Why, Freda, what do you mean?” snapped Caroline, vexed. But her curiosity was thoroughly aroused by the audacious wink.

“Nothing in particular,” said Freda, trying to appear nonchalant; then, seeing that she was not going to get away with this, she said, “Now, Carrie. Please don't ever breathe a syllable. I was not supposed to tell. This is a secret between uncle and me. No, no, no, please don't ask me,” and she stopped, placing her hand to her mouth, terror-stricken at the idea that she was about to reveal the secret.

“Oh, come!” said Caroline impatiently. “Why all this nonsense?”

“But I am not supposed to tell this, not supposed to mention it to a soul,” gasped Freda.

“Come, Freda, don't be absurd. This is no time for such nonsense! Come, out with it-how are you supposed to awaken uncle? I promise never to mention it to a living soul.”

“You won't tell anyone, and never mention to uncle that I have said anything about our plan?”

“No, Freda, I promise that I shall never say a word to uncle or anyone else in regard to your novel plan for arousing uncle and calling him back to this world.”

“Well, Caroline,” said Freda, seating herself on the bed opposite. “Uncle told me that when he had finished his rest, that I was to come to the room-in about two hours. That would give him ample time to store up a fresh supply of fluid, and nature would in the meantime restore his former vigor. He told me that in two hours I was to come into the room and of course I was to shed all my apparel.”

“He requested that you appear naked again before him?” said Caroline.

“Stark naked. And I was to softly approach the bed, and gently take his you-know-what, Caroline, and by tonguing it, he would slowly awaken.” She glanced in triumph at sister Caroline, who presented a picture of baffled envy at the prospect of Freda entering into the adjoining room and performing such a service for their uncle.

Caroline was silent for a moment. “Freda dear, I have an idea, and I am wondering if you will do me a favor.” She drew Freda to her and implanted a fervent kiss upon her rosy passionate lips.

“Why, certainly,” said Freda. “If it is anything that I can conveniently perform, you know I will.”

However, she became instantly upon her guard, as she suspected that Caroline was not altogether trustworthy and perhaps might even desire to perform the service upon uncle. “Well, Caroline, what is it?”

“Freda, dear. Let me go into the room and awaken uncle instead of you, like a good girl,” coaxed Caroline, figuring that in this way she could again regain her favor with Lord Roxboro and retrieve what she had lost when he found her in the embrace of the stableboy.

“No, no,” said Freda firmly. “Now, just because I told you about it, you want to go and do it instead of me and have all the fun. Well, I should say not.”

“If you don't, then I shall go to uncle and tell him all that you have told me about your relations together,” cried Caroline, thinking that this line would bring Freda to terms, and carefully watching to ascertain how she took all this.

“Oh, fiddlesticks!” rejoined Freda with vast disdain. “Go ahead, Miss Tittle-Tattle, go ahead and tell all you wish. Ha! I know a way to cook your goose if you do, however.”

“Oh, Freda!” gasped Caroline, alarmed because Freda was quite capable of any threat she made. “Freda, you realize that I wouldn't do any such thing. I only said that to fool you. I was joking with you.”

“Yes, Caroline, I know your brand of jokes. They have doubtless every other merit but that of humor. However, you were not joking about desiring to awaken uncle, were you?”

“No, Freda, I wasn't joking about going in to awaken uncle, because it means so very much to me. I could regain my favor with him undoubtedly, and I'll repay you handsomely, Freda, if you will only permit me to do the awakening. Will you, Freda?”

“For the last time, Caroline, there is nothing that you can offer that would induce me to forego the pleasure of awakening uncle. I must firmly and absolutely say that I will not grant your request. This is final,” said Freda, thoroughly enjoying for the first time having her sister so completely at her mercy.

“Oh,” moaned Caroline, bursting into tears and moaning piteously. “You are so mean to me, I wish that I were dead. Everyone is perfectly horrible.”

“Oh bosh, Caroline,” replied the practical Freda. “I know what you want; you just desire to feel his prong pushing up into your belly again.

“By golly,” mused Freda, “nearly time. Well, I must be going, Caroline dear.” And skipping blithely to the door, she departed.

She entered the hall, her veins tinkling with a delectable thrill at the approaching bout with the lascivious Roxboro.

Opening the door of her dainty room, she found his lordship still asleep on the ivory bed. Carefully closing the door, she shot the bolt as an extra measure of caution from the prying Caroline, and then she approached the bed softly and stood there a moment in the dim light. Lord Roxboro slumbered peacefully.

Slowly and softly, she lifted the downy counterpane from off his slumbering frame.

Enrapt, she stood there surveying the naked manly form; her eyes eagerly sought out that haven of maidenly interest, and she avidly drank in all the alluring enchantment of his ravishing person.

The object of her attention was, if anything, more shrunken and shriveled than before, like an ancient prune, and for a moment she despaired and wished she had permitted Caroline to have entertained in her place. It was beyond her powers of imagination to picture any sort of restorative that would bring back this insignificant object to anything like its former glory.

She gazed in amazement at the little object lying upon the huge testicles and wondered how it was, by what stroke of magic, she was expected to bring it to such a rampant state as she had formerly seen it in.

Then suddenly bethinking of his lordship's desire for her to appear in the nude before the performance, she hastened to comply with his wishes.

Stepping quickly from the soft folds that enveloped her glorious body, she approached the bed. Softly as the snow-flakes fluttering upon the ground, she approached the bed and seated herself quietly by the side of the sleeping figure.

Gently she raised the soft pintle and surveyed it, gazing at its ruby head and the mass of dark hair mounted above.

Slowly she fingered his flaccid staff and then, imagining that it was time to begin the performance, she lowered her head and opened the ruby lips of her pouting mouth and pressed it down upon his penis.

The utter flaccidity of the organ enabled her to take it in to its entire length, and she mouthed it gently, her lips resting on the hair of his stomach as she shot down on the long stag.

She felt him move slowly and restlessly, and the prong began to rise and stiffen under her liquid caresses. In answer to this she tongued more valiantly, until it became swollen to a rigidity that was marvelous.

She tongued more rapidly and was amazed to see how quickly it responded to the treatment, until at last she was barely able to take in the head of the rosy monster.

She thought that he must be thoroughly awakened by now but she kept on with her licking only to feel his hand slip down on her head and push her forward on the rigid, staff-a push that almost choked her to death!

She strangled as she gobbled the lengthy prong and drew back reluctantly.

It astonished her by its immense size and fiery head. Lord Roxboro laughed merrily and said:

“Ah, ha! my little alarm clock calls me to get up.”

Poor Freda coughed and strangled for breath, the tears starting from her eyes, and she looked reproachfully at her laughing uncle.

“Oh! uncle. I did not think that you would try to choke me. Why it swelled so big that I almost strangled.”

“Ah, my child! This rampant thing will do almost anything,” said Lord Roxboro, pausing between his gales of merriment and shaking the enormous bolus at Freda.

“Believe me, child, this rod has choked many girls before your time. However, Freda, my pet, none have suffered any fatalities. No one ever died from it as yet. And I don't imagine that you would perish any more than the legion of dames that have pushed their rosy lips down over its velvety surface.”

“It is quite hard now, uncle,” said Freda meaningly. “Are you going to insert it like you did with sister Caroline?” At this she placed her hands between her legs and fingered her twat; afterward she pushed it invitingly toward Roxboro, saying, “I would enjoy having a little party like Caroline.”

“My angel, you still insist on being ravished, my little hot-box,” he laughed. “One of these days I'm going to open you as wide as the door of China. Then it will not be so funny to you.”

“Oh, uncle,” she said in vexation. “You promised that you would do it to me and now you will not. I think that mean. Won't you please diddle me? You promised that if I would awaken you as I did, that you would take care of me, and now you don't seem to care to do it. I am as much a woman as Caroline, and if you can do it to her then you can do the same to me. Please, uncle, won't you?” coaxed Freda, looking perfectly adorable.

“Now, Freda, don't be persistent. After a while as I informed you,” He arose from the bed, and he looked smilingly at the dejected Freda sitting on the floor. “Come, puss, cheer up, there is plenty of time for a little nonsense later on. You'll get yours also, and by golly, your cunnie will crack.”

“Here you are, little one, let this make up for it. Come and take a kiss.” Holding it invitingly to her, he presented his cock and let her slip her pouting lips over its rampant head; then taking it out of her mouth he put it back into his pants.

“All right, pussie, don't be discouraged, you will have plenty of opportunities later on. Come, my lamb, get into your clothes, we must go downstairs. Where is Marie?”

“Oh! I don't know,” said Freda, fumbling with her clothes. “I guess that she is somewhere about the house.”

Lord Roxboro stepped into the library from Freda's and pulled the bell rope for Marie. Coming back, he said to Freda, “Go somewhere, anyplace; you must not be found in here. I have some business to transact. Oh, Caroline,” he called, raising his voice, “are you in your room?”

“Yes, uncle,” came a faint voice. “Do you want me?”

“Not just yet,” he answered. “Stay there until I call for you in a few minutes.”

Freda stepped outside the library door and wondered what it was all about.

Why was uncle so mysterious and why did he desire that she retire to some distant part of the house? She remembered that he had asked for Marie. Was it possible that uncle, now that she had warmed his dingle, was going to treat Marie as he had Caroline? But no, thought Freda; he called for Caroline and requested that she remain within calling distance. What is all this mysterious business?

She heard Marie come along the hall and enter the library, where she could distinguish the voices of her uncle and the maid in a low, earnest conversation.

Turning and departing from her room, she at once proceeded downstairs and sauntered to the veranda to take a breath of fresh air. While standing on the broad veranda, she had complete access to all the broad domain and could see to advantage all the points of local interest.

Suddenly her attention was attracted by Marie leaving the house and cautiously approaching the barn. She seemed to be searching for someone, and Freda's interest was deepened by seeing her motion to someone apparently in the barn. She noticed that Marie glanced cautiously about and then slyly entered the barn.

Freda continued to gaze in the direction of the barn, but there seemed to be no life now apparent about the place.

Marie seemed to have vanished like a snowdrift before a blazing sun.

Freda idly thought of Caroline and what it could be that caused Lord Roxboro to be so very vexed with her. Surely Caroline was anxious to please his lordship, for she evidently did. Then what could be the mysterious origin of their difference and why were both reluctant to discuss the matter with her?

Marie seemed to be almost an unwarranted time in the barn. Freda couldn't imagine what could be keeping her there. Evidently she must have been sent for something and it aroused her interest to an excessive degree.

Suddenly she was rewarded by seeing Marie appear in the doorway of the barn; she was talking with someone as she paused at the entrance, and seemed to be very earnest in her conversation. Marie then waved to the person within the barn and later Freda was astonished to see Carl issue forth and accompany Marie toward the house. What could Marie want with the stableboy and why was she bringing him toward the house? Her curiosity was aroused to fever pitch.

She realized the inexpediency of permitting Marie to get a glimpse of her standing on the spacious veranda, and she moved swiftly away in the direction of the arbor.

She often turned to glance back at the stableboy and Marie approaching the entrance hall of Roxboro Manor.

In the spacious and well-filled library sat his lordship, buried in meditation since his afternoon siesta. He had made up his mind to settle the matter with Caroline and the stableboy.

After Marie introduced the blushing and nervous boy into his august presence, she retired. He turned and surveyed the servant. Undoubtedly he was an attractive-looking youth and Lord Roxboro could but ill suppress a look of envy when he glanced in the direction of the youth's vigorous organ, the outlines of which showed quite plainly through his tight pants.

After a careful scrutiny of the waiting youth, he seated himself in his favorite chair and bowed his head in thoughtful meditation. Suddenly he arose and went to the door of his library and called to Caroline.

“Caroline, come into the library. I wish to see you at once.”

Carl was standing nervously, first on one foot, then switching to the other. He looked about with apparent curiosity, but actually appeared startled when he saw Lord Roxboro make the quick move to the door to call Caroline.

Caroline opened the door quietly and stepped into the library, thinking that her uncle had undoubtedly recovered from his petulance and that with a little love play between them, all would be forgotten.

She stepped into the dim room and gazed expectantly at her uncle.

Lord Roxboro surveyed her calmly for a moment and then made a motion with his hand to her side. She turned, and seeing the blushing Carl standing gawkishly, his face covered with blushes, she looked startled and paled visibly, glancing quickly at her uncle as if to divine his intentions, then she hung her head.

Lord Roxboro watched them both keenly and when she hung her head, he appeared satisfied and, assuming a judicial appearance, he remarked:

“How, now, Caroline! Why this air of demure shyness, this bashful schoolgirl attitude. Surely you do not feel constrained in the presence of this poor stableboy? You were not so a few hours ago, when I last saw you locked in a fervent embrace, your legs wrapped about his muscular back. Tut, tut, tut, Caroline. Don't put on the act for your uncle.”

Poor Caroline blushed crimson under the lash of his sarcasm, for well she knew that it was not the presence of this fumbling gawky lout that embarrassed her, but the idea that a few hours back she had warmly welcomed his ardent caresses, and had most avidly handled and caressed his vigorous bolus. The fact that her uncle had apprehended her in the midst of this delectable pastime caused her confusion, especially as she had previously submitted herself to only the lascivious caresses of her uncle.

As before mentioned, Caroline blushed a deep crimson, under the wicked shaft of her uncle's fierce sarcasm and faltered in the center of the library. Poor Carl looked wildly about, like a trapped bird seeking vainly for egress. He felt almost as humiliated as poor Caroline and most ardently regretted that he had submitted to the proposition of the feverish girl. He felt that for all time henceforth he was through with women; never again could he relish having intercourse with another girl.

Lord Roxboro stood in the center of the luxurious room and surveyed the embarrassed couple.

Poor little child, so very embarrassed; and yet so recently she had the satisfaction of having this same stable lout insert his vigorous prick into her cunt. And mingled with the stable odors, she proceeded to very thoroughly enjoy herself without any visible signs of embarrassment. What a strange world.

They gave evidence of most acute embarrassment. He looked from one to the other, thoroughly enjoying their discomfiture.

“Well, my friends, what do you want me to do?” he said, looking from one to the other, and they, like a pair of guilty children, hung their heads and remained silent.

He continued to calmly survey them, with the assurance that they were both at his complete mercy.

Strutting about the room like a peacock during the performance, he suddenly wheeled about on his heel and pointed his finger fiercely at Carl.

“You, sir, do you wish me to cast you off, out into exterior darkness? How will you obtain another position? Cast out from Roxboro, a discredited servant, without a vestige of reference, a rag of character, with nowhere to go.”

“Oh no, master, please do not do that!” cried poor Carl, blushing to the roots of his wavy hair and trembling at the dreadful prospect of being cast adrift.

Lord Roxboro turned majestically and surveyed his wretched niece:

“And you, miss, do you want me to cast you and your little sister from the hospitable doors of Roxboro? Do you desire to add to your guilt the crime of being the cause of your sister, an innocent victim of your licentiousness, forced to endure the misery and horror of a homeless existence-two girls adrift in the world, legitimate prey for every randy male that desires intercourse. Or perhaps this gallant stableboy will procure a horse stall somewhere and shelter you.”

“Ah, no, no! A thousand times no!” pleaded poor Caroline, terrified at the picture painted by her uncle. “The thought of such an existence would cause me to seek yon shimmering river, and ere yet the door had swung on the manor, I would be engulfed beneath the caressing waters of the merciful lake.”

“Tut, tut, Caroline. Don't dramatize this problem. You may both sit down.”

His lordship seated himself at the escritoire and took up a quill and scribbled furiously.

For several seconds nothing was heard in the room but the tick of the clock on the marble mantel. The scratch of the pen was heard as it swirled over the heavy bond paper.

Arriving at the end of his labor, he picked up the paper and dusted it with drying powder and carefully surveyed his composition.

Turning to both the culprits, he motioned for their attention and remarked:

“Both of you. I have prepared on this sheet of paper a brief account of what transpired in the barn today between you. This document you will both sign as a promise of good faith. I will place it here in the safe, and upon the very first evidence of misconduct between you two, I will cast both of you off and publish the contents of this letter. Now, Carl, you first, come here and sign.” He pointed to the paper. Carl approached tremblingly and extended his nervous hand to take the pen that Lord Roxboro held out. With fear and trembling, he affixed his scrawly signature to the document.

“Now, Caroline, you are next.”

She advanced with trembling knees and affixed her signature to the document, then, breathing a sigh of relief and almost fainting, she dropped the pen from her trembling hand and weakly wobbled back to her seat.

“Tarry here a little, I'm not finished with you both,” said Lord Roxboro. “There is more for both of you.” Going to the alcove, he soon returned with a camera and a tripod.

Adjusting this in the center of the room, he busied himself in various preparations about the machine.

Carl and Caroline watched Lord Roxboro with wonder-filled eyes not unmixed with apprehension. Finally everything was arranged and adjusted to his satisfaction.

“Come here, Caroline, and you also, Carl,” he commanded and motioned to the space directly in front of the machine.

They both sprang with alacrity to obey him and sought out the place designated. They stood there while his lordship busied himself with peeking through the lens and moving it about and adjusting it various ways until he gained the desired position. Finally uncovering his head, he looked over the camera at them and remarked:

“Now, children, what I am going to have you both do will be extremely easy, and confidentially I am of the opinion that you will both relish it to a surprising degree. Now, Caroline, you are to open the flap in front of Carl's pants, and take out that prong of his that you were so merrily bouncing on in the barn today. Quick, girl, get it out before it swells and we have to cut the top of his pants off.”

Caroline paled visibly and made a faint motion of protest:

“I'll take it out myself, Master Roxboro,” said the gallant Carl, wishing to spare Caroline the humiliation, and he made as if to unloosen the flap of his trousers.

“Silence,” roared his lordship. “Come, Caroline, take this succulent morsel out.”

“Oh, uncle, please do not ask me to do this. I can't!”

Carl was fumbling with the buttons of his pants when Lord Roxboro sternly stood up and commanded Caroline to listen.

Carl immediately dropped his hand and stood expectantly. “As I remarked, Carl, it is unnecessary for you to bother yourself about taking out your valiant bolus. Girls are better adapted to this sort of thing. They love to handle it.” He spoke in a silken, soft tone of voice to Carl.

“Most girls are particularly adept in the art of molding and caressing our feverish prongs. Come, Caroline, do as I tell you. This very instant, take it out, grab that charming piece of meat.”

“Yes, uncle,” murmured Caroline, reaching over hastily and unfastening the few buttons of Carl's pants and inserting her small, dainty hand into the depths of his trousers.

Lord Roxboro's eyes lit up with anticipation, and he quickly stepped to Carl's side, where he sized up Carl's glowing pintle.

“Ah! not so bad,” mused Lord Roxboro as he surveyed the magnificent prong, which was fully as large and robust-looking as the one that hung between his own legs.

“Ah, Caroline. I'll wager that jock did not quickly release you in the barn. Come, open his trousers fully and drag out his golden balls! Open them so that I can see all of his glorious root, balls and all! Hurry, Caroline.”

And Caroline quickly tore at the pants and lifted out all his genitals, displaying the huge and vigorous testicles, covered with stiff hair.

Lord Roxboro surveyed them with the air of a judge about to award a prize, and indeed it would be difficult not to betray admiration, for it is doubtful if anywhere in “Merrie England” one could find as perfect a prong and as hardy a bag of “nuts.”

Then he turned to Carl and remarked, “We mustn't deprive you of amusement. Lift up Carrie's dress and open up her drawers so her pretty perfumed garden will be visible to our gaze.”

Carl reached and lifted up Caroline's dress, meeting with no resistance from her. Frightened as she was, the girl dared offer no obstacle to his groping hand. He reached out for the dress and with one hand held it upon her bosom, while with the other he reached down and parted the crack in her drawers, and looked up at the lord to see if he was satisfied.

He stood for a moment gazing at Caroline's exposed arquebus as she stood there with her hands over her face, holding her thighs tightly together and backing away from Carl's exploring hand. He evidently took extreme delight in searching out her most sensitive parts, causing the head of his rigid pintle to glow and appear as if it were on the point of exploding.

Caroline tightened her legs together and moved back. His lordship noticed the trifling movement and said:

“Come, come, Caroline, this will never do. Spread your legs apart, and push your thighs upward now. Open them wider. Come now, a little speed. Now take Carl's prong with one hand, holding it over to one side, and take your other hand off your face. You, Carl, put a finger in Caroline's slit and push yourself forward, so your balls are in full view. Ah, there, that is right. That is indeed much better. Come, Caroline, do not hold that glorious prick as if it were a dead fish. Take a firm hold of it as if you were about to gobble it. Look agreeably astonished and surprised at the treat in store for you. Register satisfaction, my dear, and you, Carl, gaze with more devotion at the wet coosie that you are fingering. Look as if you were bursting with desire to bounce upon it and drain it to the last delicious drop. That's it, that is more like it. Come, attention.” And “Boom, boom” went the explosive powder of the camera. A streak of flame flashed out in the pan, a streak of light filled the air, blinding them both. Carl, astonished, relinquished his hold on Caroline and she with a little shriek dropped his pintle, which immediately commenced to subside from fright, and when the smoke of battle cleared away they found that his lordship was clearing away the plate from the camera.

“Ah, my babes in the barn. I'll wager that I will have a nice picture here that will come in handy. If I ever have occasion to use it,” he remarked, carrying away the plate to his room.

Carl and Caroline immediately arranged their clothes, and when his lordship entered, he motioned them to seat themselves.

“Now children, we understand each other. You are both to henceforth do just as I say, and if you are obedient I give you another chance. However, I am not through with either of you as yet, and it is my intention to make it rather warm for both of you later on. For the present this will do. Carl, you may go,” and at this Carl hopped lively out of the door, and Caroline listened to him swiftly descending the stairs.

Roxboro remained for a moment in deep study; then lifting his massive head, he surveyed Caroline. Arising from his chair, he stood over her and after a moment placed his hand upon her head; then he raised her chin and looked into her eyes and, bending down, kissed her.

Caroline had not expected this. She actually thought her uncle was about to force her to undergo some further humiliation or torture. This kiss, coming so unexpectedly, caused such a shudder of surprise and delight to run through her frame that she bowed her head and burst into tears.

She cried as if her little heart would break. Big sobs racked the delicate frame and large tears rolled unheeded from her cheeks.

Lord Roxboro made no attempt to stem this tide and flow of anguish, but simply turned on his heel with a military movement and strode about the room, his hands clasped behind the back.

He patiently walked about until her sniffles conveyed to him that the shower was over.

“Oh, uncle! uncle!” she sobbed, clasping his hand as he sauntered by. “Open your heart to me, please do not be so cruel. If you only knew how I felt when you asked me to stand there with that boy's thing in my hand and my skirts high up in the air, so that he could feel me all over. I thought I would die of shame when he inserted his finger into my coosie.”

“Ah, and then you cry over it,” mused Lord Roxboro. “Human nature certainly is manifesting its way peculiarly in these parts of England.”

Walking to the side of the library, he reached for the long velvet cord and pulled the bellrope.

Whereupon Marie responded and he requested that she immediately seek out Freda and inform her that her presence was desired in the library.

Upon Freda's appearance, he motioned her to a seat beside Caroline, and Freda, after a glance at the sobbing creature, sat down quietly.

“This evening I will be visited by a Mrs. Bates. This visit will afford valuable education on certain aspects of the art of love that you have not yet encountered in my brief instructions. Mrs. Bates will serve as an example of the more exotic varieties of lovemaking.

“Upon close examination of the door of my room you will find that there are two peepholes through which you can observe every minute motion and delineation of her strange phase of sexuality. This woman that I speak of is the one, Caroline, that I spoke of who possesses the remarkable growth of hair upon her body. She will be here to dinner and I want both of you to treat her courteously and respectfully. Remember she will know nothing of your eyes. Now, away with you. Uncle has work to do.”

Freda and Caroline walked out of the library and down the stairs whispering excitedly about Lord Roxboro's conversation.

Caroline told Freda what his lordship had said about the female acquaintance of his, who had hair from her crotch to between the breasts and tried to explain it to Freda, but gave up the attempt.

Both longed for the dinner hour and, upon hearing the creak of wheels on the gravel drive, rushed to the window, each vying with the other in their race to gain the first glimpse of this remarkable stranger.

A female figure left the vehicle after handing out a handbag to the footman and hurried up the steps. They did not have a chance to observe her features, but both hurried to their rooms to dress carefully for dinner and await with impatience the summons of the bell.

Upon its ringing they proceeded to the dining room and seated themselves at the table and were waited on by that goddess of love, Marie.

Lord Roxboro had not as yet made his appearance and they sat with ill-concealed impatience for his lordship.

Presently he entered the room, escorting the stranger on his arm.

Beautiful was the right term that the lord had used in his description of her.

She was well-formed, perfectly plump, and possessed long glistening tresses of an auburn hue; not an ordinary red color, but a fascinating coppery sheen seldom observed. It was brushed back on her head, making a pleasant contrast to her cream-white skin.

Her legs were sheathed in silk, her feet in tiny slippers. She was gowned in a creation of sparkling black that showed off her wonderful form to perfection.

Lord Roxboro introduced her to each of his nieces as Mrs. Bates.

“Her husband, nieces,” he said, “was my very best friend and neighbor. They lived next door to a property I own, and these visits of my old neighbor bring back pleasant memories of times gone by. I want you girls to be very nice to Mrs. Bates and I hope that she will be here very often.”

They all seated themselves at the table and the meal began.

Upon its conclusion his lordship winked at Caroline and Freda and they excused themselves and repaired immediately to their rooms and thence to their uncle's and took up points of vantage to observe all of the proceedings. The lights were on in the library and after a wait of a few moments his lordship entered accompanied by Mrs. Bates.

He carried in his hand the handbag she had brought with her and laid it carefully upon the table.

Some small talk ensued and after a wait of thirty or forty minutes, their uncle rang for Marie and told her that she might depart for her quarters until morning.

Marie listened in silence, made a curtsey and went out.

His lordship finished smoking his cigar.

Meanwhile Mrs. Bates had arisen and strode about the room, nervously twitching her hands and glancing at the walls, and on one round even tried the doors.

Caroline had taken the precaution of holding his lordship's door firmly on the inside, so that they were safe from discovery by her.

She walked to the center of the room and faced Lord Roxboro, who was seated in his chair, and said in a voice clearly audible to her listeners.

“I presume the maid has gone, Emory. She looks like an inquisitive thing. Who are those two nieces of yours, as you introduced them to me-two more of your flames?”

“No, Ethel,” laughed Lord Roxboro. “They are not two of my flames, as you term them, but really are two of my nieces who have come to stay with me.”

“Do you really mean that, you old rascal, or are you at your old tricks again?” she asked him roguishly.

“Yes, Ethel dear, I really mean it. They are as I represent them to be,” he answered.

“I am not so sure,” she added. “You see, I know you too well of old.”

“You really do me an injustice, Ethel dear,” expostulated his lordship. “Really, you should not be so suspicious!”

“Well, Emory,” she continued, “I suppose I shall have to believe you whether I would like to or not. In any case, It makes no difference at all to me, for I love you just the same, and shall always love you!”

“That's the way I like to hear my lady friends speak,” spoke up his lordship, “especially you. It is true,” he added, “that I have been interested in numerous women and have been more than intimate with quite a number of them, but never have I had the acquaintance and companionship of one who has affected me so strongly and deeply as you! It is true that I have ravished both of these two nieces and every domestic-young and middle-aged-that has been in this house during the last thirty years, to say nothing of a young and good-looking maiden aunt of mine and many others besides. Yet I would gladly sacrifice the pleasures of all these abandonments in return for just one brief smile from your roselike lips!” Here he embraced her strongly and kissed her long and warmly upon her delicately molded lips.

“Oh, Emory! You can be truly wonderful at times,” she cooed contentedly.

At this point Caroline and Freda could restrain themselves no longer and, guided by a common thought and impulse, each introduced her hand up beneath the other's clothes and, getting through the drawers, inserted a finger into the cleft of the other and fingered one another earnestly and protractedly until they felt somewhat relieved.

“But those two nieces of yours, are they in this part of the building?” asked Mrs. Bates nervously.

“No, Ethel,” replied Lord Roxboro. “Surely you do not think that I would have those two children stay here in the house to spy upon my love affairs, even though they have figured in some of them? They stay in the servant's quarters about a quarter of a mile away.”

“Oh, Emory, how I hate to revert to those dreadful practices!” she burst out nervously, picking at his coat collar and smoothing his hair.

“The last time I was here I swore I would never come back again! It seems that I can only go so long without revisiting you to rid myself of my accumulated passions! Why is it, Emory, that I should be cursed with these feelings of lust? Other women in my set are not that way! I know-I have watched and observed them! Why is it, Emory, that I should be cursed with these perversions? It makes me feel wretched at times. Why, just the other night I was going to throw myself at a rude sailor that passed by our estate. An uncontrollable whim possessed me to follow him and have him take me away on his ship! Really, I cannot understand it. I would cheerfully give all I possess to be able to resume my childhood innocence.”

“Tut, tut!” interpolated his lordship. “You are concerning yourself too much about this thing which I can assure you is really trifling. Every normal healthy woman has the same feelings as you. Of course you were unable to detect the signs in them because they, like you, cover them up too carefully! As for your returning to your childhood innocence, that innocence is pure fiction, as you well know! Do you not remember when we were children together? Don't you remember when you were only five and I was six, the things we used to do in the bushes of the garden in summertime even then. Don't you recall how I, yet too young to ejaculate, did my best to satisfy you by making a little wee-wee in your little crack?”

“Ah! Those were happy days,” she answered smilingly.

“Ah! If they could only return!” replied his lordship, and here they both sighed deeply.

“Oh, Emory!” she murmured. “You are the man whom I really should have married by all the laws of God and nature!”

“Yes, my dear,” replied Lord Roxboro tenderly. “I have long since come to the same conclusion; I have often thought that the Almighty ordained that you and I should have been man and wife, but we both have been well and truly punished for our disobedience!”

“Yes, Emory,” she added, “you are right. I have also often had the same thoughts in mind.”

“But,” added his lordship, coming back to solid earth and shaking the ashes from his cigar, “it is peculiar, Ethel. I have often wondered what it was that caused Harold to be the way he was. The lessons that he gave you formed you firmly indeed!”

“Truly!” shuddered Ethel, glancing around, her eyes round and bright.

“I am worse if anything, Emory! I could hardly wait until I arrived here, and now I am trembling from head to foot! I am afraid! Yet I desire! I know that there is nothing that will assuage my feelings except this dreadful ritual! Emory, how you must hate me. I do not see why you allow me to come again and again! I appreciate what you have done for me in this matter and hope to repay you in time.”

“Tut, tut, Ethel!” said his lordship, drawing cards from the table drawer. “Come, we will play cards.”

He dealt off cards to each of them and she gathered up her cards and twitched uneasily.

“I suppose it is unnecessary to speak of the forfeit?” said Lord Roxboro in a meaningful tone.

Continuing this conversation he said, “I want you to be especially careful about yielding up the forfeit because in this instance, the forfeit that is to be won is the one thing that interests me most of all.”

“Oh, Emory,” she cried, throwing her cards to the table, “let us not waste time with this sickening formula; I wish to avoid it, I really do. I am on edge and beg you to dispense with formalities arid proceed directly to action.”

Lord Roxboro replied, “We should concentrate our attention and energies on producing something that will be really satisfying. Nothing should stop us from doing that. We ought to get a good job done tonight. You know that which I told you a long time ago: haste destroys pleasure. The more an agreeable sensation is stretched or drawn, the greater and longer will be the pleasure. All the things that I require you to do will interest you as well as please you to the utmost degree. Now, you wouldn't simply like to dash in here, relieve yourself as hastily as possible and then rush madly away. No, you are going to be really satisfied tonight. I feel sure you are,” he continued, “for although I derive great pleasure from all these indulgences, the king of the pleasure is the pleasure that is drawn out.

“Now, my dear,” he went on, “as far as I can see, there should be nothing that should come between our enjoyment or in any way curtail it. Still, sometimes the most insignificant thing, the most obscure occurrence, may destroy or frustrate the most carefully laid plans or wreck the most important undertaking. You should not pay any attention to your foolish inhibitions or your childish delusions. They will do nothing except thwart you in attaining your dearest desires. I realize to some extent your attitude in this matter, but don't let it cause you any annoyance, much less regrets. After all is said and done, life is very short and once we are dead, dear, we shall be dead for a very long time. We now enjoy ourselves as of yore-just you and I-with no one else to bother us or even spy on us.” Here he winked slyly with the eye farthest away from Mrs. Bates as he looked toward the peepholes through which were peeping Caroline and Freda, two earnest spectators if ever there were.

Yes, indeed, his lordship was a very adroit diplomat, especially when it came to the members of the fair sex.

“What have you in that bag, my dear,” queried Lord Roxboro, motioning with his head in the general direction of the bag that lay on the table.

“Oh,” she answered, “a number of things that I picked up here and there that I thought would interest you, but do not use all of them!” Saying this, she laid a diamond-beringed hand on his arm and pressed it very affectionately. “You would not use them all, Emory, would you? Really I could not stand it! Promise me?” she begged, looking earnestly and entreatingly into his eyes.

“Tut, tut,” said Lord Roxboro, “I promise nothing. I will not enter into arrangements that concern me deeply with my eyes blindfolded. I will do in this case exactly as I see fit! Now lock the door, Ethel!

“Lock the door, Ethel,” he cried a little more sharply. “Do as I tell you, otherwise it will be the worse for you. Lock that door immediately!”

Ethel flew to the door and slipped the bolt into its receptacle and returned to his lordship. He rose to his feet and flicking off his coat a few specks of cigar ash, suddenly seized her roughly in his arms and kissed her brutally, as was his wont, while her arms passed around his neck as their lips met and trembled upon each other.

She was facing the door behind which Caroline and Freda were eager spectators and her back rested against the table in the center of the room.

The two watchers behind the door seemed to be riveted to the peepholes. They only moved their positions-and then only very slightly-when the things they heard and saw so aroused their passions that they were forced to abuse themselves until relief came.

His lordship pressed Mrs. Bates back over the table and pressed his lips to hers.

Her awkward position brought her skirts high up on her legs and Caroline wondered at the perfect expanse of ankle and silken-clad calf that was revealed in her struggles.

They saw his lordship's hand rise to her waist, and an ominous rip of tearing cloth was heard as he pinioned her arm to the table.

“He has her breasts out,” whispered Caroline excitedly. The sight of this semi-rape affected her so profoundly that she spent, the limpid substance seeping out between her lips and down onto her pearllike thighs.

“Yes,” whispered Freda, “he tore her waist open! Look, everything is showing!”

His lordship continued his delicious manipulations with her wonderfully formed breasts until finally he felt a deep spasm within him and his semen spurted out of his instrument in several sharp spurts into his trousers, covering his thigh with a glutinous substance.

Finally he rose from her.

She struggled to her feet, her two beautiful breasts now plainly visible to the eyes of the two fascinated onlookers, and made a start as if for the door.

“No, you don't,” cried his lordship, seizing her by the arms and dragging her away from the door, the selfsame door that concealed his two nieces. “Come here, my sweetheart, I have use for you yet.

“Do not imagine,” he continued, “that you will be let off so lightly. Really you should know me better after all these years, especially knowing me since we were both tiny infants.

“You should realize,” he added, “that there is much work for us to do tonight.”

Mrs. Bates gave vent to what the listeners thought was a despairing cry and sank back into his lordship's arms.

One hand pulled up her dresses, revealing to the two hidden girls the entire expanse of her legs; the bare flesh above the stocking top was clearly visible in the darkness of her somber silken garments.

He moved his hand about up under her clothes and the onlookers divined that he was frigging her charm of joy.

She squirmed and twisted beneath his touch and clung closely to him.

Evidently his lordship had moved her purposely in this position so that his nieces would see the entire play of her thighs, because as he frigged her, he moved her to one side and allowed them to view her swaying form, with his hand touching here and there upon the lower portion of her belly.

He withdrew his hand and pushing her roughly into a chair, walked to a closet in the comer of the room, and busied himself in dragging forth a table of such type as the girls had never in their lives before laid eyes on. It was a most unusual table, to say the very least, being of curious design and furnished with various and divers appurtenances.

It was encumbered with straps and braces that were arranged upon it in a most peculiar manner.

Both the girls wondered what his lordship was going to do with it. However, it was not long before they were enlightened.

Ethel lay precisely as his lordship had pushed her, her skirts still above her waist, her legs widely opened, and her breasts hanging forth from their confines.

Due to the posture that Caroline saw her in, she thought that she must have fainted.

However, as his lordship's dragged her to her feet, she opened her eyes and swayed as if about to fall.

“Off with your clothes!” he cried, looking determinedly at her.

“Not too hard, now, Emory,” she pleaded as she proceeded to unbutton her waist.

His lordship replied with a slap across her face that caused her to pale, reel, and almost fall.

Her face reddened from the blow and she turned instinctively away from him in order to shield herself.

“Come now,” he said grimly. “Faster!”

Lifting well up the back of her dress, he exposed her legs and silken-covered posterior.

Giving her a resounding slap upon one of its delicately molded cheeks, he commanded her in rough tones to hurry yet more.

“Hurry, hurry,” he cried. “Don't be so slow. Can't you realize that this terrible suspense is killing me? My God, woman, always at the crucial moment you seem to fail me. Hurry, hurry! Off with those damned and blasted clothes! It is very rare that I lose my self-control thus, but this is with me a time when even an angel or a saint in heaven would abandon himself.

“Ye gods! How you do fumble! At any other time when it does not matter you can slip your clothing on and off as easily as a pair of gloves!

“But now, when the suspense reacts most violently upon me you need an entire century if not a millenium to remove one stitch of clothing!

“What, is that all you have got off so far?” he queried petulantly.

The unfortunate was in reality making very good speed, but to Lord Roxboro it seemed as if her garments were six inches thick and that she was moving with leaden hands.

Caroline solved the enigma!

This woman's peculiar ailment was a love of abuse! It seemed that she gloried in it! Probably it acted as a sexual stimulant upon her! Her remark to his lordship about not being able to, solved the problem for Caroline! She made haste to convey her deductions to Freda, who answered rather doubtfully:

“I never knew anyone like that.”

“You little goose, Freda,” whispered Caroline. “There are lots of things you do not know.”

“Well, keep quiet and watch, or at least let me watch,” said Freda.

At the conclusion of this remark they both reglued their eyes to their prospective peepholes and gazed with intent rapture upon the scene before them. His lordship was tearing and pulling at what little remained of her garments until she was almost in a perfectly nude state.

She had on an abbreviated pair of drawers, much smaller than the pair that Caroline had purchased under his lordship's orders, and a silken chemise that had been somewhat sadly torn by his lordship's eagerness to grasp and play with her breasts.

She still had on her silken stockings and fashionable shiny slippers, the stockings fastened by two elegant yellow silk bows.

These two silk bows were at the top. As his lordship swung her around, her chemise floated out and Caroline caught a glimpse of the hair that covered her abdomen.

“The hair! Freda! The hair!” she whispered excitedly. “She has hair all over her belly, look!”

It was indeed one! Mrs. Bates, or Ethel, had a most peculiar abnormality.

Her entire abdomen, from the lower extremity of her cleft up to the lower boundary of her wonderfully shaped breasts was covered thickly by a mass of glorious, delicately tinted hair!

The hair, while beautiful and feminine and truly suggestive of the forbidden things of life, was yet more simian than human in its abundance or rather superabundance.

Not merely did it stretch from her crack to her bubbies, but extended sideways also thinning out at the sides and being entirely absent at the center of the back.

It was a truly remarkable sight, especially to his lordship's two young nieces.

The girls glued their eyes to the peepholes not venturing to miss a single step of what was happening.

His lordship had by this time hoisted his fair charge upon the peculiar table and was engaged in fastening both legs to the holders that separated them widely.

A strap went around each ankle, pinioning it fast, and there was another for each arm.

Fastening these brought her middle high up, her private parts bared and completely opened for the girls' inspection.

The girls gazed intently at her twisting body and marveled that she could maintain this stretched position.

They could barely see her face as she twitched about. However, her genital organs were fully revealed beneath the bright light, and both girls closely examined them.

The pinken lips of Ethel's genitalia gaped slightly, the thick hair surmounting the roof, while a somewhat large buttonlike projection indicated her clitoris.

His lordship meanwhile was divesting himself of his raiment and was soon entirely nude.

Naturally the eyes of each girl snapped unto that hung pendulously from the center of his person.

They watched with wide-open eyes as it rose majestically into a proud upstanding cadetlike rod.

His lordship opened the handbag that Ethel had brought with her and dumped the contents onto the floor.

These contents surprised both of the girls greatly, being mostly harnesslike attachments and nickled instruments with rubber appurtenances.

He selected a long rubber hoselike affair with rubber cups on the ends and brought it close to Ethel, dangling it before her eyes as she lay there unable to move anything except her eyes.

“What is this, slut?” he demanded sternly, scowling at her.

By now Caroline surmised that he spoke in this harsh manner solely for the effect that it had on her.

Both of the girls strained close to the door in order to be as sure as possible to catch every word of the answer.

“It's an automatic pump,” she answered. “It is used in hospitals when women's breasts are dry. I found it in a shop a few weeks ago. It works by water power. You connect the center valve by means of a length of rubber tubing to the nearest faucet and turn on the water. The water causes a small pump to work which in turn causes a vacuum to be formed in the cups and when these cups are placed over a woman's breasts the flow of milk is promoted.”

“"I noticed the two cups,” said his lordship. “I suppose you have tried it out. I wonder what effect a little pumping will have on that little hot hole of yours if I connect this apparatus with your breasts. We shall see.”

Forthwith he attached the free end of the rubber tubing to one of the faucets over the hand basin and turned on the handle. Then, pressing the control in the middle of the main tube, a whirring sound and quivering of the cups resulted.

He shut it off and examined the two strings that he noticed fastened to the apparatus.

“I suppose,” he said, “in your spare moments you attached these cords to the cups thinking that it might please me to strap this affair around your breasts and let it whir an hour or two. I wonder what damnable ideas pass through your head when you are preparing this stuff for your own stimulation.”

“Oh, Emory,” breathed Ethel, twitching her legs, her eyes fastened on the whirring cups.

His lordship switched off the control and, passing the cord beneath her back, planted the two cups firmly over her nipples. He tied the cords tightly, his two patient though eager watchers following intently every step of this intriguing process. Then, standing beside the table, his engine of penetration coming before Ethel's face, he pressed it against her lips and she sucked it in.

Long and luxurious was the hair that covered her thickly from her secret parts to the lower boundaries of her breasts, its long silken waves of reddish hue rising from her wonderful pink flesh.

Evidently she was proud of it, and it was well taken care of. It was doubtless true, as his lordship said, that it was possible to braid it, and in some spots Caroline thought that she detected braided patches.

“Freda!” she breathed. “See, Freda!”

“I see, Caroline,” answered Freda impatiently.

The two watchers were having a time such as they had never experienced in their lives before. They watched and watched with the utmost concentration. They watched with the greatest of care each minute movement.

As Ethel wiggled and wormed, they felt strangely impelled to wiggle and worm with her in close sympathy. In fact, in addition to wiggling and worming in intimate sympathy with Ethel, both of them, especially Caroline, were ejaculating from the private organs in no uncertain way.

“Can you imagine such things,” murmured Caroline beneath her breath. “Why, I never even dreamed that such things could be possible.”

Ethel's open grotto was directly before them while his lordship's noble staff was still buried in her lips.

A whir and a leap from Ethel told them that he had started the pump and they watched her leap and quiver as her breasts trembled and shook like jelly.

Evidently the suction machine or whatever it was sucked the nipples repeatedly, and this was not without effect on their fair owner as she throbbed and shook and twined and untwisted her fingers in rapid succession under its devilish drawing in and out.

Trying to draw herself upward, it seemed that she strained at her bonds and lifted her buttocks from the table and moved her hips as if mad.

She continued to move and wiggle and undulate like an insane creature. She seemed almost godlike in her lissomeness. She writhed and strained furiously-up and down; backwards and forwards; side to side and in all manner of ways.

The effect on her of the sucking machine was most exhilarating and galvanic. It seemed to penetrate to her very soul. She thrilled and throbbed like a violin giving forth one long exquisite note!

Ah, such pleasure! Such incomparable pleasure! What joys there are to be obtained if one but knows how!

Caroline's eyes were glued upon Ethel's secret spot.

She looked at the lips as they quivered and closed spasmodically, the impudent clitty now standing proud, red, and shiny in all its glory!

Ethel's squirms grew faster!

A moan came from her and she fell back on her buttocks.

Caroline watched with fascinated eyes the opening and the shutting of those tender lips as a flow of sperm gushed gaily forth, rising in a little rill as it dewed her hair and settled on her thighs.

The pump still whirred and Caroline was filled with powerful emotions that she could never have expressed.

She held onto the framing of the door and felt as if she were about to faint!

Freda assisted her from the chair and to the bed, where Caroline threw herself and covered her face with her hands and quivered and shook.

Freda, feeling none too well herself, sensed the cause of her commotion, and ran a hot hand up under Caroline's dresses on her bare thigh to her grotto and found her sister in the act of spending.

The hot sperm bedewed her fingers and wrist as she searched out the magic spot, squeezed it, and rubbed it.

She pressed it gently here and there. She tugged a little, then pushed a little.

Caroline was enraptured.

Freda continued to titillate her willing sister.

Her fingers molded themselves over the soft moist flesh and ploughed gently through the quivering membranes.

She prodded and squeezed upward and then downward.

She pinched the delicate parts and twisted them this way and that.

With each little manipulation Caroline felt a fresh avalanche of passion!

She twisted and squirmed exotically.

Caroline was enraptured and thrilled beyond description.

Each slight movement of Caroline seemed to add zest to Freda's activities.

She prodded and pronged with increasing activity.

Finally with a little shudder Caroline pushed the industrious hand of her sister gently away.

“My sweet little sister,” she breathed, “I love you,” and drew Freda on the bed and kissed her.

Freda was quite excited herself.

She unbuttoned her drawers and with a finger sought out a spot that was causing her so much uneasiness and rubbed it fervently between her fingers.

She felt herself about to spend and, lying as closely as possible to Caroline, threw one arm about Caroline's neck and kissed her, while with the other she brought down her own flow of dew.

“Caroline! Oh! Caroline!” she whispered. “I came too, Caroline!”

She continued to rhapsodize. “I-Oh! Caroline, is it not a most wonderful feeling? Really, Caroline, I don't know how to describe it. Ah! If it would only last forever! I could easily spend all my life like this! Oh! If I could only do so! I would be the happiest woman on earth! Oh, Caroline, please play with my thing! Oh, I love it! I must have some more, I really must.”

“Why, Freda,” answered Caroline, in a tone of reproof that was so transparent that its insincerity would have been obvious to an infant, “I am most ashamed of you! How could you be so rude?”

“Oh, Caroline! Oh, Caroline! Oh, Caroline! I love you! Kiss me, Caroline!” she breathed intently.

Caroline kissed and soothed her sister as best she could.

After a short interval they both mounted their chairs again to observe what had occurred in their absence.

His lordship had just shut off the pumper and was in the act of removing the straps from about Ethel's body.

Ethel lay as white as snow, white and waxen as if in a dead faint while his lordship pulled the cords from beneath her wonderfully shaped body.

She made no motion as he lifted her up, falling back like a dead weight as he released her.

He gave a look toward the door that concealed his two nieces and, darting another look at the unconscious Ethel, sprang rapidly to the door of his room and said in a whisper: “Open!”

Both girls scrambled down from their chairs to open the door, and his lordship slipped inside.

He was still stark naked and his implement stood out like an iron rod.

“Did you like it?” He queried, kissing both the girls in rapid succession.

“Yes! Yes!” they replied in a chorus.

“This lady,” he added, “must be nearly killed every month or so! She likes to be treated this way! And to be spoken harshly to in the manner you heard.”

As he enlarged upon his topic, he added, “Her husband discovered her secret and always treated her in that manner, and since his death, I am the only one, with the exception of you two, that knows it. She always comes to see me when the longings become too intense. What you have seen so far is nothing! There is nothing that she does not want done to her. She likes nothing better than to be beaten, to be abused, to be humiliated in every possible way. The things that she brings in her handbag she brings with the sole object of being used on her. However, I must hurry back to her now, before she comes to. I think I can hear her moaning now.”

So saying, he darted out of the chamber, but not before Caroline had an opportunity of seizing upon his staff of pleasure and giving it a hearty and affectionate squeeze.

She placed her dainty little hand upon it but the instrument was far too large to be encircled by a hand so small. However, she managed to grasp it and give it a loving squeeze!

The girls bolted the door after him and again mounted the chairs.

True, Ethel was returning to consciousness. She moved about uneasily and they saw his lordship regain his place at the side of the table, his rigid prong pressed against her lips. He opened her mouth and forced his instrument within.

He held her head with his hands while he explored the interior of her mouth with his stiffly erect person.

Soon they heard her sighing and spitting, and his lordship, withdrawing his staff, was seen to be voiding his urine down, into her throat.

It splashed all over her face and neck, the stream flying straight at her, and turning his pintle slightly, he finished his micturition over her abdomen.

Ethel gasped wildly, the shower of urinous spray almost choking her.

She strove desperately to regain her breath!

As his lordship was urinating upon her hairy abdomen, the stream of urine soothed as it tore through the reddish hair that adorned it; Ethel began to shiver and tremble and vibrate intensely.

“I thought that would bring you to,” said the nobleman cheerfully, carrying the pumper to the handbag and dumping it in.

“Ugh! Ah!” shuddered Ethel, making a very wry face. “You did not have to wet me in my mouth, Emory. That tastes terrible! Wipe me off, will you please?”

“I shall not!” said his lordship. “I shall do it again on you.” Nevertheless he produced a towel and, wiping her body, said, “That remedy has been administered to you before, sweet Ethel,” throwing aside the towel.

“You know, dear Ethel,” he continued, “you are not the only one I have urinated upon.

“Take the case of the Duchess of Northminster when I was a guest at her home in London. I had no idea as to her true character, but gradually we began to know each other more and more until we became more than intimate. So much so that I ended Up by flogging her! But merely flogging her was not all that I did. Oh, no! I had her strapped down to a table almost exactly as you are here, and I not merely micturated all over her, but I soaked up the fluid with a towel and wrung it out into her mouth, which, by the way, was far from unwilling! Let me tell you, my dear sweet friend, what a woman wants she will get regardless of how high or how low it may be!”

Desisting from his speech, his lordship rested for a moment; then, taking his place between her outspread legs, he placed the gleaming purplish red head of his proud pintle between the lips of her cleft now sticky with dew and with one lusty plunge rammed it tightly home. Ethel rose off the table at this and her eyes brightened sensuously and lustfully.

His lordship lay over her but did not move his prickle in and out as was expected of him.

“I am not going to frig you, Ethel,” he said with sangfroid. “I notice you have just spent, and as I have some more urine to spend, I will spend it in here, in order that you may be properly flushed out. Now it's running! Do you not feel it gushing into you, my sweet friend?”

“Oh, how it titillates me,” cried Ethel with a slight sigh of vexation. “Oh, why do you do such ridiculous things?”

“Tut, tut,” said his lordship. “Do not question my procedure, but remember the words of the immortal Tennyson: 'Theirs was not to question why; theirs was to do and die.' You doubtless recall the source of these words; they are taken from 'The Charge of the Light Brigade.' Remember, the 'Charge of the Light Brigade,'“ and on the word charge he gave her an extra lunge with his scintillating pintle!

Ethel gave a cry of vexation and it seemed as if she were about to burst into tears.

She endeavored to wiggle on his pintle in order to derive some pleasure.

But his lordship was too quick for her. He jerked it out rapidly with the speed of a flash and stepped back to escape the shower of urine and sperm that gushed out of her organs.

It trickled out of her orifice and flowed down her buttocks, wetting the table and running onto the crack of her behind.

His lordship's rod was all wet and sticky, but instead of drying it upon a towel, he presented it to her lips and thrust it into her mouth.

She gagged herself with it for a second, and after withdrawing it, he carefully wiped it on a towel.

He rubbed upon it briskly, up and down, forward and backward in order to get it well dry.

Placing the towel down, he walked briskly up and down the chamber with his brow wrinkled, evidently deep in thought.

As he walked, he cast glances upon the invitingly nude form of Ethel and looked upon her with a smile combining tolerance, sorrow and disgust all at once.

She is a peculiar woman, he thought.

Going to the handbag, he held up an article that was quite familiar to Caroline and Freda.

It was an implement for vibrating, having a long slender point and a shield-shaped handle around it.

Two cords were attached to it and, his lordship approaching Ethel, he passed the cord around her buttocks and, lifting the point, drove it well into her parts, fitting the shield closely in against her inner lips.

Ethel settled down on this as he strapped it closely in.

The vibrator worked by water power and, fastening the free end of a short length of rubber tubing in the faucet, his lordship turned on the water and then turned on the control that caused the implement to vibrate.

As soon as the vibrating began, Ethel started to leap and thrash about, uttering plaintive cries of pleasure.

She lashed herself about like a miniature ocean under the influence of a hurricane.

Now she strained upward; now she allowed herself to subside only to lunge out again.

Up and down she went; this way and that.

Evidently the vibrator was doing its work well.

It seemed as if Ethel were blessed with an inexhaustible store of energy, for she did not stop a minute.

The vibrator leaped and curled within her inner parts.

Caroline could easily see what effect such an instrument could have on a girl's parts.

The long slender tube filled the vagina; the shield with its pumping prickly points shook the clitoris as the tube leaped and gyrated.

How wonderful must be the feeling!

Ethel's cries soon changed their tenor, however.

Evidently she had spent and enjoyed it to the utmost.

But now this vibrating instrument was merely grinding on her sensitive membranes!

Now the situation was somewhat changed.

No longer did she feel the sweet effects of an artificial-or rather mechanical-titillation!

No longer did she feel a sense of joyous pleasure as the vibrating monster leaped about within her.

Each time that it scraped upon the abraded places, she felt a sharp twinge of pain shoot through her entire system!

It was no joke being strapped down thus. The monster went rhythmically on, regardless of her cries and entreaties.

Each new turn, each new whir brought on fresh paroxysms of agony.

“Emory, Emory,” she cried. “Take it out, now; I cannot stand it any longer,” she cried, as she thrashed herself about in a frenzy of pain.

However, his lordship paid not the slightest attention to her entreaties.

He went about his examination of the articles contained in her bag, allowing the vibrator to continue to whir in her interior until with a scream, she fainted away. Then his lordship gave her his attention. He turned off the vibrator and withdrew its points, all sticky and wet, and untied the cords that held it to her buttocks.

Unlashing her limp form, he twirled it about, no light task for him!

Then, placing her upon her stomach, the reverse of her former position, he again lashed her tight.

Her legs were as widely separated as before, but this position brought up her elegant ass high and foremost.

The strained position opened her cheeks and allowed the interested onlookers to view the touch hole-a very diminutive one-that was designed by nature for evacuation.

As his lordship made her last ankle fast, she groaned and came to. Her head was low and this probably helped.

“Emory, Emory, I must rest now!” she moaned. “I can stand no more now. Let me get up, please!”

“Tut, tut,” retorted his lordship.

“Oh! Let me get up, Emory, I beg you!”

She tried to twist her head to see what he was doing, but was unable to do so.

His lordship was busy at the handbag and drew forth for the inspection of Caroline a mass of wires and some kind of heavy apparatus.

He untangled this, but even in its untangled condition, it was a source of speculation to the girls.

Approaching Ethel's buttocks, he lashed the apparatus on.

Before proceeding with this procedure-probably to draw out the torture as much as possible-he began to pace up and down the room, at the same time casting sarcastic and jeering remarks at Ethel.

“Yes, my lady!” he chortled. “I have you now in a fine fix! Have I not?”

“Oh! don't do any more to me,” Ethel pleaded.

“Indeed I shall!” retorted his lordship. “Who is there to gainsay me, may I ask? And furthermore, who is there here who is going to prevent me?

“Remember that this is a serious business.”

When the apparatus was strapped onto Ethel, Caroline saw that a point was projecting.

This point was poised between the cheeks of Ethel's buttocks that were widely distended.

The aim of the point was directed at the diminutive hole that pierced her center.

His lordship giving it a slight push, impaling it within her channel, and Ethel wriggled and squirmed beneath his touch.

Adjusting several parts of the curious machine, he finally connected it by means of two insulated wires to a powerful battery and induction coil.

Ethel could see all this and grew frantic at the preparations.

“Oh, please don't go on,” she pleaded.

“Oh, ho! Indeed I shall,” cried Lord Roxboro.

“Really, Emory! Please do stop!” Ethel pleaded.

“Tut! tut!” reiterated Lord Roxboro. “As I said before, do not make such foolish utterances! I shall continue in this pastime until I am fully satisfied and content with my handiwork.”

“Oh! Heavens!” burst out Ethel.

“Heavens or no heavens,” retorted his lordship, “I shall keep on with this procedure and shall not stop until it suits me. And be assured that it will be a long time yet before I shall be satisfied with that which I am doing!

“Emory! Emory!” she screamed frantically. “You have that all wrong! That is not supposed to be for the back! That is for my front! You will kill me this way! Oh! Emory, take that thing off at once! Take it off. It is already hurting me!”

“Ha! ha!” laughed Lord Roxboro sardonically. “How ridiculous are your statements and requests!

“Ah!” he added. “How I am enjoying myself. I shall never be able to describe, never as long as I live!”

“Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh!” burst out Ethel in anticipation of that which was to follow.

“Scream as much as you like, my fine beauty,” retorted his lordship. “I don't care how loud you scream, because nobody is going to come to your aid. That I'll wager.”

“Oh! Be merciful!” cried Ethel.

“What care I for mercy!” cried Lord Roxboro. “When I have pleasure in view I have no consideration for anything else.”

“Ah! If I had only known this beforehand,” answered Ethel.

“You knew well enough long beforehand what was going to come to pass when you came here.”

“Oh! My God!”

“Ethel,” said Lord Roxboro slowly, “you do not realize the capability for dilation that the sphincter is capable of! Why, in medical and surgical practice, I used to insert my whole hand up in some young thing's rectum and she would be none the wiser! This is a small bore and thanks to your inventive genius this machine works with both an in and out motion, making the situation really delightful! True, as a rule the tip should be smeared with an unguent of some kind. But your tender walls will manage to accommodate the small point, I am sure! Come, Ethel! Do not stand in the way of my experiments.”

“Emory! I tell you!” shrieked Ethel, “I will never, never, never be able to. Take it away from there.”

“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed his lordship uproariously. “Really, Ethel, you cannot understand how immensely I am enjoying myself.”

“This is terrible!” she said.

“It may be terrible for you,” said his lordship, “but it is pleasure for me-yes, indeed, it is truly the greatest of pleasures for me! You may groan but I will laugh!” roared his lordship sardonically.

“Is there no mercy in this world?” asked Ethel sobbingly.

“No! None as far as I am concerned,” bellowed his lordship, warming to his tasks.

“Oh, Emory,” shrieked Ethel. “I will never, never, never in all my life be able to stand that thing back there! Put it in my front if you must, but take it away immediately from back there! I know, just as sure as I live that if you attempt to carry out the cruel project that you have in mind, I will surely die! In the worst agony!”

“My dear Ethel,” said Lord Roxboro, “your fears and excitations, aroused by my desire to see demonstrated within you the most powerful of agitations, changes me no more from my projects than should you try to move, unaided, the Sphinx of Egypt! I am determined to carry out my project, whether you wish it or not, so prepare yourself.”

“Once more, my friend!” pleaded Ethel. “Piteously, I beg of you to desist from your attempt! I know that immaterial as it may seem to you, I will never survive. Desist I beg you.”

Lord Roxboro replied by pressing the control. Caroline saw the point dart forward, burying its length between her buttocks, only to reappear in an instant to be buried again! It worked in and out relentlessly, despite her wiggles and twists, and after a moment or so she again flattened on the table in a fainting spell, the devilish machine still piercing her vitals! The lord shut it off and, unloosening the lashings, drew it from out of the fair Ethel's quivering buttocks.

Lord Roxboro seized this opportunity to exchange a word with the two sisters who were now again in a very delicate condition, to say the least. Caroline, at the sight of that point disappearing within the confines of Ethel's rectum, felt her sexual dew gush down her thighs and almost tottered off the chair.

Freda was in no better way! His lordship entering, he thrust his two hands quickly beneath the dresses of both girls and verified his suspicions that both were at the sweet spending state! Laughingly he said:

“If I were assured that both of you girls could preserve perfect silence if admitted to the outer room, I would let you join me and witness closely the agitations of our temperamental subject! Do you wish to get close to what seems an exhilarating sight to both of you, my dears?”

“But she will observe us!” objected Caroline, panting while squeezing her thighs closely together as if to suppress the deluge that was coursing from her vaginal mouth.

“Do you wish to go?” repeated the sensual uncle, his hand still busy with Freda's writhing thighs as she rode upon his arm and deluged his wrists and fingers.

Yes! Yes! Yes!” they answered, as if in a single voice.

“Well, consider it done!” cried Lord Roxboro, and rushing to the handbag, he drew out of it a soft, heavy bandage. Proceeding to Ethel, he lifted up her prone head and, holding it in his hand, he fastened the heavy bandage, hiding everything from her sight.

She had not as yet recovered from the terrible shock of that back-way penetration, which had affected her in so cruel a manner, and she still lay in a torpor as if dead.

His lordship, upon bandaging her eyes, motioned for the two sisters to enter the room; placing his finger upon his lips as a signal to the girls to keep perfectly silent, he impatiently awaited for the unconscious Ethel to revive.

Caroline and Freda, admitted to the scene of the carnal actions that they had so discreetly witnessed, stood close to the quiet body of the perfectly formed woman and marveled at the fine texture of her alabaster skin, her peculiar growth of hair. Lord Roxboro, noticing the trend of his two nieces' glances, made a motion to them to convey the fact that he would allow them to inspect this girl's entire person, if they so desired.

Upon this grant, Caroline immediately seized Ethel's plump buttocks by the cheeks and then pulled them widely apart, in order to survey what damage might have occurred to the woman's most intimate parts by the terrible banging of the last machine used upon the beauty by the sensual uncle.

Freda placed herself in a position to also make this inspection. Except for a slight redness, they seemed to be in excellent shape, and Caroline, after allowing her sister to make a very close inspection, released the stubby pinken cheeks and allowed them again to return to their normal conjunction.

Boldly reaching her inquiring hand beneath Ethel's belly, she caressed her, fingering her navel and allowing her hand to drop to the thatch of pubic hair that surmounted the entrance to Ethel's sexual inlet, marveling at its soft silkiness.

Freda, of course, following the actions of her curious sister, who was possessed of a desire to quench her curiosity to the utmost now that permission had been granted her by her sensual uncle, also had to feel with her fingers the underside of Ethel's belly.

Freda rubbed her hand about, and Caroline, fearing that the titillation of her younger sister might arouse the beauty, laid a hand on her sister's arm and motioned her to withdraw.

Freda withdrew her hand and Caroline, noting that her sister held her hand from her and wiped it on a towel, knew that Freda had penetrated the handsome widow's sexual cavern. Looking at the lord, they waited intently for the next act in this extremely sensual drama.

Lord Roxboro, busying himself at the capacious handbag, drew forth to the astonished gaze of the two sisters two articles that looked like old-fashioned lemon squeezers, but on a larger scale.

Carrying these peculiar-looking instruments over to the table upon which lay the bound and helpless widow, he slipped one beneath the naked contour of the widow's form and, lifting her plump breast in his hand, laid it carefully within the jaws of this wooden instrument.

Long handles were attached to the jaws of the peculiar “squeezer,” and Caroline and Freda obeyed the lord's silent instruction for them to peer beneath the woman's naked body.

He explained in a low voice to the two interested spectators just how these instruments operated.

“Upon pressure of these handles,” said Lord Roxboro, touching one of the long handles that extended from the peculiar instruments, “our fair charge's breasts will be squeezed between the flat, wooden blades, causing the owner of these delicious breasts to suffer the most intense sensations of delirious pain!

The lord, stepping around to the other side of the table, placed Ethel's other breast in the remaining squeezer, and motioning to Caroline and her sister to each seize the handles that projected outward from beneath the naked form of the divinely shaped beauty, he prepared to mount again, atop the senseless widow.

“But uncle,” objected Caroline, “these squeezers will hurt the widow in the most dreadful manner. Surely you must realize that a girl's breasts, soft and tender as they are, most naturally constituted, would be black and blue, bruised and sore for months should she suffer a compression from this-torture instrument; the pressure must be almost crushing in its extent.

“True! True!” admitted Lord Roxboro. “As you say, my charming niece, the compression exerted by these artfully contrived squeezers will cause our subject to experience the most excruciating pains, but you must bear in mind that the lustful Ethel is possessed of a desire to be hurt cruelly, and in submitting her to this delicate attention we are gratifying her whims to the best of our ability.

“When both of you, in accordance with my instructions, squeeze together firmly the two handles that you hold in your tender hands, our fair subject will quickly, very quickly return to her senses! At the count of three, squeeze, and do not allow your actions to be modulated to the slightest extent by any pity that may exist within your heart for this sensual and passion-mad creature. At three, my dears.”

Caroline, listening to these instructions of her guardian, was fully in accord with his intentions. She felt jealous of the handsome widow's beautiful form and finely molded figure, and was sure, on her part, that no pity would hinder her actions in the manipulations of the handles of the squeezer, which she held firmly clasped in her hands. She was determined to give the somnambulant Ethel a hard squeeze with her instrument and, looking across the table over the naked form of the bound girl, made a sign with her eyes, which the younger sister, perfectly in accord with Caroline, interpreted as meaning that Freda was also to show no mercy.

The lord lay firmly upon Ethel's bare back and placed his erect charger between the sweet orbs of the handsome widow's posterior. Being placed within the panting fleshy cheeks, he looked at the two expectant girls and counted: “One! Two! Three!!!”

At the count of three, Caroline pressed the handles of her instrument firmly together, and a groan that quickly changed to a scream of agony came from the tightly lashed Ethel. Screaming aloud and thrashing about, she moved the whole table in a wild effort to escape this new and novel device to outrage her senses.

“Oo-o-o-oo. A-hr-e!” she screamed. “I die! I die! O-o-o-o!”

Caroline, looking beneath the leaping girl's body, saw that Ethel's breast was perfectly flattened out between the compressing blades of her pincher, and found to her delight that she could regulate the tenor of the screams with a pressure or a relaxation of the handles of the pain-producing weapon! What a delight this was! To cause a girl to run the entire vocal scale through a delicate compression of these cruel wooden blades upon one of the softest portions of her body! Glancing across the table at Freda, she saw that she too was in an experimental mood, and both hardly perceived the lord's motions as he waved his hand to them in a command to cease this delirium-producing compression.

Caroline immediately released her pressure upon the handles, and Freda, following her sister's example, did the same.

“Ethel,” cried Lord Roxboro, from his station atop the sensual widow's form, “I deem it no more than right to acquaint you with my intentions in regard to my diversified ravishments! Such detailed descriptions I judge will add to that sensual excitement that seems to thrill your entire being!

“I am now about to insert into that diminutive, tender orifice, nature's sweet and delightful exit for the substances that have passed through the body, an enormous plunger, one that exceeds by far, in both length and diameter the one that has so recently opened this adorable cavern of expulsion! I intend to dilate this sweet channel, with a stretching and rending of membranes to its widest and fullest capacity! In fact so wide, that I doubt whether it will ever, despite its capability for shrinking, ever again close.

“The dilater that I mention, is no other than my own sweet throbbing and engorged tool! The one that has so often stretched the elastic confines of your lips, both lower and upper, and has palpitated your leaping womb when I have buried it with one drive far up into your panting entrails!

“Does not the prospect,” went on Lord Roxboro, moving gently to and fro the head of his instrument within the swelling of the handsome widow's buttocks, “does not the prospect of having this huge charger, throbbing and eager, its stiffness resembling that of a bar of iron, inserted with a sudden and cruel plunge up into the tender confines of your outlet cause you almost to succumb with fear and fright of the dreadful consequences?

“Who knows? In my anxiety to complete the sudden entrance, my sudden onslaught, in its very impetuosity, may carry away or force to pieces that tender throbbing ring that so maintains in perfect order the regularity of your body's functions?

“But enough!” he cried suddenly. “This oration or preamble, as you may term it, has gone far enough! Now to more vigorous and direct action! Ready! Ready, girls, with those most excruciating squeezers that I see you hold so tightly in your little hands, awaiting, I hope, my command to exercise a pressure that will cause our fair victim to leap about as if possessed! As for me here I go!”

This mention of “girls” conveyed to the mind of the blindfolded Ethel that there were others present, others who were present not only as spectators to her overwhelming humiliations and subjection to unnatural practices of the sensual lord, but were actual participators in the acts so painful to her!

“O-o-o-o-h! Hh-h-h-hhh!” she panted. “I–I-O-o-o! E-m-o-r-y! I–I-I beg of y-o-u!”

Lord Roxboro thrust down his hand and, directing the route of his inflamed penis, placed it against the touch-hole of the powerless beauty, giving a terrible drive, endeavored in one cruel lunge to sheath its entirety within her! The widow's extreme nervousness, causing this portion of her anatomy to quiver violently in rapid convulsing movements, for a while frustrated his attacks, but with continuous coaxing and adjusting, accompanied many wild plunges, he at last had half of its entire length sheathed within the quivering hold of the screaming widow!

Try as he might with all his thrusts and blows, due to some unaccountable nervous tension of the widow, he could penetrate no farther. He raged and stormed in a frenzy, his toes held firmly to the table as he arose fiercely upon her in his drives, but it would go no farther!

“Relax, vile creature!” he shouted, his face now purple with combined anger and lust. “Relax! I command you, Ethel! As long as you hold yourself the way you do, and refuse to relax the walls of your anus I can never fully drill you! Heavy girls! Heavy!” he shouted suddenly to the two sisters. “Heavy on the pinches! I have an idea that will perfectly be in accord with my designs, and will at the same time bow the proud resistance and spirit of this helpless beauty! Press hard! I conjure you!”

Caroline and Freda, heeding this sudden command, pressed with all their might on the long-handled squeezers, and Ethel, unable to stand this terribly agonizing pressure, gave a piercing shriek and again collapsed on the table in a dead faint!

“Eureka!” cried Lord Roxboro, feeling the tension of her rectal walls relax suddenly, upon this losing of her senses. “Now I can easily drive within her.” And suiting the deed to the word, he thrust his rod fully forward and easily buried himself in the beautiful woman, lying flat on her body, his tool buried within her clinging membranes!

“This really is a dreadful shame, girls!” he mourned, as he moved his rammer about. “It spoils completely the idea that pervaded my mind! Ethel, now being unconscious, naturally feels no pain whatever from my sudden entrance, or from the moves that toss about her inner folds.

“I, however, am quite near the spending point and at the rate I am going, together with the passionate, tight hotness of the clinging embrace her rectal walls, I am afraid that I will shoot my charge before she is awake and sensible of what is occurring. If she would only awake, to feel the jolts of my rammer, which I assure you, dear girls, is as hard as a bar of the most rigid iron! Ah! How I would relish the sweet writhing and convulsions of her lovely form, as she tried to avoid these sudden heaves that titillate my organ in the most delicious and seductive manner!

“Fortune smiles!” he suddenly cried, feeling a tightening of Ethel's membranes about his surging staff. “I am in luck! She is regaining her senses!”

Lord Roxboro's words were true. Ethel, with a faint moan, returned to consciousness. The sensual lord pounding away at her back door, his giant and engorged staff soon had the fair beauty writhing and shrieking with the most agonizing pain. Caroline and Freda had removed the giant squeezers from her full breasts, and now the only thing to occupy the mind of the distrait girls was the soul-inspiring drives of the lord's giant swollen staff.

“Look out! Emory! Beware! I beg you!” she screamed while tossing about agitatedly, as faint noises issued startlingly from her netherhole, where his prong was now dashing wildly in and out with quick full penetrating thrusts.

“I know, Ethel! I know, dear girl!” cried Lord Roxboro, writhing about and giving with his rod a deep cruel plunge into her rectum, so sudden and deep in its intensity that it almost unhorsed him from off his fair victim.

“Emory!” she screamed. “Look out! Look out, Emory!”

“No, Ethel!” cried the determined lord, not hesitating a moment in his decisive drives into her hindparts. “At this present moment, my dear girl, I feel myself about to spend! I am spending! Ethel! Take it all! Ta-ke it aa-hh! T-h-e-r-e! T-h-e-r-e! T-h-e-r-e! All of it! How it must cream up within your bowels, my dear Ethel! What delicious pleasure!”

Lord Roxboro staggered weakly to the couch, lay there and panted for breath. The disconsolate Ethel still continued to cry and moan, and the lord, finally securing his breath, walked to the handbag and, turning the contents of the bag about, held up to the view of the two girls, two short, sturdy whips, like horse whips.

These he handed one apiece to Caroline and Freda, and motioned to them to whip without mercy the upturned glowing buttocks of the tightly bound Ethel. This was to Caroline's liking, and swinging the whip through the air, she brought it down with a vengeful crack upon the contour of Ethel's snowy lower cheeks! Freda was only an instant in following the lustful example set by her older sister, and in a few minutes, between the both of them, they soon had the fair Ethel's rump a mass of bleeding purple-headed mountains!

Disgusted at the sight of these bleeding tokens of the whip, they tired of this strenuous sport and cast aside their whips. Caroline requested her uncle to secure for her the peculiar pumping apparatus that had affected her so strongly.

“Ah!” cried Lord Roxboro. “So you, Caroline, are becoming adept in the arts of inflicting pain and humiliation upon a helpless feminine form! Well, my sensual relative, I will grant you this sweet boon as it will prove both interesting and educational!” He secured the apparatus and handed it to the blushing girl.

Between the three of them, they turned the helpless woman on her back and again fastened her securely to the table. Caroline arranged the pumps in the proper manner upon her breasts, and stood before Ethel's outlashed legs to watch intently for the quiverings of the girl's sensitive lower lips, the soft sighs that foretold that the real storm was about to take place in all its sexual fury.

It was longer in coming than the last time, and timing her actions exactly, Caroline inserted a finger within the quivering lips that were held invitingly open for her titillations; she manipulated the interior of the swimming sheath and instantly was bewetted in spurts as Ethel showered with wiggles down upon her.

This method of ejaculation, the use of this provocative machine that set in motion the joyful spasms of a girlish nature affected Caroline greatly, and she desired, unknown to her sensual uncle, that she might secure for herself one of these wonderful devices. Her sister was an interested spectator to all of this lustful action, and Caroline, judging from the appearance of her sister's bright and sparkling eyes, knew almost to a certainty that her thighs must be now gleaming with girlish dew!

Lord Roxboro, judging that Ethel was much too weak to submit to any more manipulation by either himself or his nieces, motioned the two girls to their rooms and began to unlash the hysterical woman from the bonds that confined her to the table.

Both girls, their arms being quite tired from the exercise of the whip, were well willing to bring the scene to a close, and Caroline, her mind filled with the most delicious ideas, slowly walked to her room and opened the door.

Stepping inside, she was surprised to find Freda already there, and what was more, the younger girl did not seem aware of her older sister's presence! Her eyes were sparkling and her hand was buried beneath her upturned dress. Caroline could hardly resist desire to follow her younger sister's example, but restraining herself with an effort, Caroline murmured:

“Continue, Freda dear. I can fully realize what your feelings must be after the sensual episodes that occurred while you were in the company of both of our uncle and his sensual companion. Proceed, sister of mine! Use your finger, which I judged was inserted within your sexual orifice when I abruptly disturbed you, and send down your sweet tokens!

Surprising your actions, it is only through a powerful effort that I do not instantly become a contestant in this soul-stirring handling that brings forth nature's sweet, soothing essence!”

“Then why try, sister sweetheart of mine?” said Freda softly, coming close to her older sister, as Caroline sat on the side of the bed while Freda kissed her passionately. “Give up this unequal struggle, and allow me.” Here she suddenly thrust her hand beneath Caroline's dresses and, encountering the lips of Caroline's quivering slit, she pressed it gently, rubbing the turgid knob, as Caroline, as if in accord with her intent, leaned far backward to allow Freda to titillate her active spot. “Allow me to bring about that divine ecstasy that affords us both relief.”

“O-h-h-hhh! Freda!” breathed Caroline, almost at once in an ecstasy of sensual bliss, “I really and truly love you!”

“If you really do, my dear sister,” said Freda, poutingly withdrawing her titillating finger for an instant from Caroline's sexual center. “If you really do”-at this she raised high her own dress, allowing Caroline to see her own drawers hanging by one button, the fuzzy thatch of her own belly exposed to the eyes of her older sister-“you would at least afford me the sensation that is engendered by the touch of an alien finger upon those parts that are now almost bursting, with their swollen load of that precious balm.”

“Oh, Freda!” murmured Caroline, blushing and drawing the fair girl down upon her bed beside her. “I hope you will pardon me for the unnatural selfishness that I have displayed! Here.” And at this she unbuttoned the confining button that held Freda's drawers and pushed them about the ankles of the girl's legs. “I will lay here beside you, and you with your agile finger search out that spot that is giving me such trouble, and I on my part”-and here she placed a finger on Freda's hard knob-“will cause you, dear sister, that ecstatic flow that brings to our sex the most delicious relief!”

Freda upflung Caroline's dress, Caroline's pants being divided and offering no obstacle to the lustful girl's hand. Wrapped in each other's arms, their lips pressed close together in a fervid embrace, both girls, with a few touches, electric in their overpowering character, melted into one, and gave down on each other's thighs a generous tribute of the most effusive balm. Then, the sweetest expressions of endearment on each other's lips, they fell fast asleep in each other's arms!

Overcome, still fully clothed, they lay in sound dreamless sleep, and the following morning, the lord, making his usual round, found both girls in this entrancing position, their girlish treasures exposed, a white tiny hand resting over them, as if guarding them from an alien intrusion.

The fall season was now fast approaching, and the verdure of Roxboro Mansion was now taking on a golden hue. Freda and her older sister had not yet been at the mansion six weeks, and were delighted with their surroundings. Lord Roxboro gave them every care and lavished upon them every affection, allowing them free play in the manner of purchasing wearing apparel, and it seemed as though their lives were to be one sweet, long song.

One day Caroline was discussing matters with Freda, matters which dealt with that fascinating tonic-sex.

“Do you recollect, sweet sister, the time we watched uncle give it to Marie in such splendid fashion? Remember Caroline?” asked Freda.

“Yes,” said Caroline, her cheeks mantling with shame and perhaps a tinge of passion, as she recalled this sensual performance; her passionate uncle debauching the pretty maid, Marie. “I remember, Freda dear, what about it?”

“Oh, nothing,” replied her pert young sister, casting a look upon Caroline. “I merely asked you if you did still remember it. As for myself'-and here she shook her pretty head decidedly-“I would like, on my part, to see it done all over again! I like to see things like that! The spectacle of Ethel, the demure widow, was a scene that will leave in my mind the most pleasant of recollections that I will treasure for all time. Should I ask, Caroline, uncle to do it all over again, for our particular benefit? Yes?” she queried, looking at Caroline to see if this idea met with her elder sister's approval.

“Be still, Freda,” commanded Caroline, her own mind in a tumult of emotion as she again pictured the lustful rape of the fair maid by her sensual-minded uncle. “You know very well that you should not speak in this manner. Uncle, I am sure, would not like to hear you talking that way.”

“Uncle would not like it?” sniffed the unquenchable Freda. “Why, Caroline, I am surprised at you for that remark! I in my own mind believe that uncle seems to delight in these things. The time that he rammed that thing of his, all erect and hanging, the veins of it looking as if they were about to burst with their throbbing, up far into your waiting belly seemed to make you leap and gyrate about as if you were about to fly to the ceiling. How did it really feel to you, while it was in you, my dear sister? Tell me.”

“Hush! Hush!” breathed Caroline, fearfully agitated by these remarks of her younger sister, as she placed a restraining finger over Freda's lips. “You should never, never ask questions like that, Freda! Hush! I command you!”

This growing curiosity of Freda for the feel of a manly staff within her tiny cleft, was something that worried Caroline. She surmised that sooner or later, Freda's tiny channel would prove a glove for the monstrous organ of her sensual uncle, and dreaded what she knew was to become a certainty.

Not that she cared for Freda so much, but of late, it seemed to her that she wanted the sensual Lord Roxboro completely to herself. Despite her cautions, her young sister still discoursed lively upon this forbidden topic, and Caroline sadly regretted that she had ever allowed her younger sister to view her actions with her passionate uncle.

She resolved to change in the future, and despite Freda's wondering protests, she refused to discuss this subject that filled the younger girl's mind completely.

Freda, however, persisted in bringing this matter up whenever they were alone, and one day, while Caroline and her sister were in Caroline's room eagerly engaged in inspecting some new finery that Lord Roxboro had recently purchased for Caroline, Freda said:

“Sister dear, why is it that you do not like it when I speak of the things that uncle has done to you and Marie?”

“Hush! Freda,” murmured Caroline, her cheeks mantling red at Freda's question. “Girls of your age are not supposed to discuss such things.”

“But I want to know, Caroline!” pouted Freda, seating herself on the bed and laying a hand upon Caroline's knee. Caroline was without her dress, having only a short petticoat and brassiere covering her.

At the touch of her sister's hand upon her silken knees, she drew back a bit and, clasping her own trembling hand over Freda's, squeezed it gently. Freda immediately disengaged her hand and slipped it adroitly beneath the short petticoat that Caroline wore; she thrust it upward and allowed it to rest on her sister's bare thigh. She moulded and patted this bare flesh, causing Caroline to become prey to the most delicious sensations.

“No! Freda! No!” whispered Caroline, twisting about under this contact. “Remove your hand! I beg you!”

“Little Fraidy-Cat!” murmured Freda, growing bolder. “Does my sister think that I am going to hurt her? There! That is where I wanted to get!” she cried triumphantly, thrusting her eager fingers within the outer lips of Caroline's sheath, and gently massaging the fleshy knob that was now throbbing and erect.

“Freda! Freda!” sighed Caroline, gently falling upon her back on the bed. Now that her sister had gained that vantage Caroline was unable to resist, her thighs were widely outspread, eager and open for the titillating fingers. “Freda! I beg you! Not too hard! Freda! Dearest!”

Freda scrambled to her knees and, pushing up Caroline's petticoat, again replaced her titillating finger. Caroline's secret charms were displayed to the delighted eyes of her younger sister; the thin transparent drawers slashed wide open in the center, revealing all her sweet self to Freda, she thrashed and twisted, a voluptuous symbol of sensuality, as Freda's moving finger, attuned to her wiggles, gave her the most divine sensations! “Not inside, Freda dear! Not inside, my beloved sister! Just content yourself by rubbing gently that hard little knob that projects its head between my inner lips! Slow and easy, dear!” And reaching down, she grasped Freda's bare arm and squeezed lovingly.

Freda, however, had her own ideas as to how this important matter should be conducted, and continued to drive her finger in and out of Caroline's moist and quivering slit; burying it to the root, she marveled at the sensual girl's leaps and tosses. Emboldened by this, she essayed to introduce a second one, causing Caroline to cease her writhing and give vent to a cry of terrified pain.

“Oo-o-o-h! Freda!” she cried. “You hurt me! What on earth are you trying to do? That is not the proper way to do. Do as I have told you. The other way. On that knob, that is so sensitive to me.”

Freda, upon hearing this argument from her elder sister, realized the logic of it and returned her fingertip to Caroline's fleshy button. After an instant's titillation, she felt it throb strongly beneath her touches, and sensed from the delirious Caroline's movements and actions that the beautiful girl was about to vent forth her flow. Quickening her fingerings, she gazed up expectantly into her sister's face and cried:

“Now is the time! This is it, my dear Caroline! Is this it, my dear sister?”

But Caroline was at that present moment in no fit state to answer the queries of her curious sister. “Freda! Freda!” she moaned, her voice rising to a peculiar pitch as her whole body tossed and trembled wildly as the divine climax began in no uncertain way to manifest itself. “Freda dear! Faster, dear girl! Faster! I come! I come! There! There! There! T-h-e-r-e!” she murmured, throwing her whole body upward to meet the contact of her younger sister. The hot dew drenched Freda's hand and wrist, the gouty flow of the hot, sticky fluid spurting forth in convulsive jets. “O-h-hh! O-o-o-o-oh! Freda! Stop! Stop! I command you!”

Freda, satisfied, ceased her manipulations, and Caroline, squeezing her legs together, turned upon her side and lay panting upon the bed.

“You seem all worked up, Caroline,” said the matter-of-fact Freda, securing a towel and carefully drying her hands. “Does it hurt you or something?”

“Oh, Freda!” murmured the agitated Caroline. “Do not ask me such foolish questions and give me that towel that you hold there like a statue in your hands!”

Freda threw the towel to Caroline, who, after holding it in her hand a moment, drew up her petticoat carefully and placed it between her thighs, not as yet venturing to dry herself, so acute was the tingling that still persisted in her feminine parts.

After a few moments she arose to her feet and carefully wiping the moisture from between her thighs, threw the towel in a comer and arranged her apparel. Freda, meanwhile, surveyed the actions of her sister with curious glances.

“I know that the actions that you just have undergone, dear sister, instill you with a feeling that is perfectly wonderful,” said Freda, again seating herself on the bedside. “I felt that I was about to go insane, the night that you and I, sweet sister, were in your bed together! Surely you remember it, dear Caroline?”

“Yes, yes,” replied Caroline somewhat impatiently, now that her sexual urge had been gratified. “I remember all about it. Now come, get ready to go! I am going downstairs.”

“But, Caroline,” remonstrated Freda, flouting herself about enticingly on the bed, and regarding her elder sister saucily. “I know you like to undergo that feeling also! Why not, in consideration for what I have done, why not do it to me?”

“Freda!” said Caroline impatiently, turning to her younger sister, “uncle is awaiting me, and besides that, if you desire to experience a spasm of that pleasure, you are well constituted to bring it about yourself! I really have to hurry now!”

“Uncle will wait,” said Freda in a complacent tone of voice. “Besides,” she added, “I think, Caroline, that I have been very nice to you, and I want you to do what gives me the same exquisite pleasure that you just have experienced. If you do not, Caroline, I will without an instant's delay inform our uncle that you were in the stable the other day talking to Carl, the stableboy. That, my dear sister, will not increase the tender feelings that he has for you, in view of what has already transpired.”

“Why, Freda,” cried Caroline, blushing furiously and trying to appear shocked. “How can you, my sister, say such a thing! I just happened to be passing there, and stopped as anyone might do, merely to say hello to Carl! I was not even within the barn!”

“I know,” said Freda meaningly. “I know that you were not inside, but uncle, when I tell him, will imagine almost anything, and you may be sure, dear sister, I will make it my duty to inform him, should you see fit to act the high lady with me, your devoted sister.”

Caroline made no response to this pointed speech of her younger sister. True, she had only stopped, as she had said, to exchange a word with the handsome stableboy, but Lord Roxboro, after listening to Freda's well-garbled account, which Caroline knew Freda would carefully embellish, judged that the stem guardian would think wrongly. She thought it best to placate the little spy and later, she vowed, she would exact terrible tribute from Freda; in the meantime she assumed a placid expression and murmured:

“Why, Freda! I'm surprised at you. If you saw me, you know that I stopped for only a second to speak to Carl, and our conversation was just mere pleasantries; besides, we were outside the barn. Now remember, you minx, if you garble the tale and tell something entirely different to uncle, I'll positively make you regret it.”

“Oh don't be silly, Caroline,” said Freda. “I'll not say a word to uncle.” And she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. “That is, if you do not wish me to, I shall say nothing about it to him.”

Caroline gave a little cry of vexation. To have this chit of a sister dictate to her was really more than her sensitive nature could endure; however, diplomatically, she decided to make the best of a bad bargain:

“All right, Freda,” she murmured with affected carelessness. “Get up out of there and take your pants off and I'll do it to you this time, as you apparently need a little fun.”

Freda, delighted to see that she had accomplished her aim, jumped up and threw her arms about her sister. “Ah, Caroline, I knew that you would be agreeable. I knew that you would do it, Caroline dear, and really, Caroline, I wouldn't have mentioned this episode with Carl, but for the fact that I wanted you to do it. You know that I like you and would do anything in the world for you, Caroline.”

“Come, come, Freda,” said Caroline impatiently, anxious to get rid of her charge and have her unwelcome bargain over with as soon as possible. “Come, Freda! Enough of this, please take off your pants, so that I can get at you.”

Freda made a quick movement, throwing up her dress, and quickly unbuttoned her drawers, allowing them to fall upon the floor; after stepping out of them, she picked them up and hurled them on a chair.

Still standing in the center of the room, she glanced roguishly at Caroline while she held her skirts aloft and twirled about, exposing her bare thighs and posterior.

Caroline glanced at her with ill-concealed impatience, disliking the task before her and afraid to show too much resentment about it.

“Come, Freda, let us begin. Hop on the bed, and spread your legs wide apart.”

As Freda clambered up on the bed, her skirts gathered about her, exposing her bare limbs and the downy spot, Caroline could not repress a little envious admiration for the well-rounded thighs and the plump posterior.

Freda rolled over on the bed and raised her legs to an angle of forty-five degrees and exposed her sensitive organ to the gaze of Caroline, who immediately sank to her knees and inserted an exploring finger within the hectic portals of her garden of love.

She placed her finger on Freda's clitoris, and found it erect and swollen like a boyish pintle, and Freda wiggled and squirmed about the bed beneath Caroline's deft touches.

“Oh Caroline, Caroline, inside, please inside. Just like I did in yours,” murmured Freda, wiggling in ecstatic abandonment.

She realized that to insert it and work briskly as Freda had done would no doubt cause considerable pain, but with a brisk movement she rammed her finger into the sensitive slit and toward the tightly closed channel of her virgin sister.

“O-o-o-o!” screamed Freda, looking startled, and with an agonized scream, she leaped off the bed, a look of bewildered astonishment on her pain-wracked countenance.

Caroline had prodded her finger into the tightened grove and opened her vagina.

“Oh, Caroline. O-o-o-o! You hurt, you are too rough,” and she hopped about like a startled fawn, holding on to her lacerated coosie.

“Well, you wanted it, didn't you? You insisted that I insert my finger into you, just as you had in mine. Well, that is all that I did,” said Caroline, looking maliciously at the sobbing Freda.

Poor Freda moaned and doubled herself up, a picture of bewildered resentment.

Caroline gazed, at the afflicted girl for a few moments, when suddenly a feeling of compassion overcame her resentment of Freda's former attitude and, as Freda turned her tearstained face to Caroline, she moved impulsively to her.

Freda moved back and exclaimed, “No, no! Caroline, You are too rough, and it hurts dreadfully, whatever you did to me.”

Caroline knelt beside her and placed an arm about the dejected Freda. “There, there, Freda dear,” she crooned as she drew her sister to her and held her close. “Don't be alarmed. Sister Caroline didn't mean to hurt you. I will not hurt you any more, Freda.”

“But you did, Caroline,” sobbed Freda, pushing down her dress and drawing away from Caroline. But Caroline held her fast in her arms and, again managing to get beneath Freda's clothes, she sought out the sensitive spot and with an expert touch massaged it gently.

Freda, under this treatment, grew more passive and nestled against her sister as she worked with sure and deft touches with Freda's burning quim.

She squirmed and wiggled about, but with a mastery born of long practice, Caroline managed to retain her soothing caresses on Freda's cleft. Suddenly the whim seized Caroline, as she was caressing the bower of pleasure, that it would be a great sight to see her sister Freda naked.

After removing her finger gently from the hole, she drew Freda to her feet and, unbuttoning the top of her dress, allowed it to slip to the floor.

Freda made no protests as she soon speedily divested her of all the rest of her clothing, leaving her as naked as Venus rising from the bath.

Caroline turned her about and viewed her glorious form from every angle; then she pushed her gently back upon the bed, threw herself down on the bed beside her, and gathered the passionate Freda in her arms.

Resting her hands between Freda's glorious thighs, she found again that sensitive spot and commenced to titillate the grotto.

In response to this treatment, she felt Freda's warm arms encircle her neck and hold her close.

Freda was still sobbing softly, and Caroline, turning up her face to Freda's, sought out her rosy sensitive lips, and mouth to mouth they were soon exploring each other's lips and twisting tongues.

As she caressed and fingered Freda, she allowed one hand to seek out Freda's plump breasts, which she molded and pinched in a most inviting manner.

As she felt Freda's perfect contours, she marveled at their exquisite form and plumpness, especially the nipples now standing out hard and firm like two buttons.

“Ah, little sister, do you like that,” she cried, squeezing her bubbies warmly.

“Oh, Caroline, it is thrilling. I feel so strange, something impelling courses through my veins and makes me feel so strange, so queer-oh, do it some more!”

“Ah ha, you delightful little morsel. I see that you like my tender ministrations!” Caroline's musical laugh rang out, tinkling like a bell throughout the boudoir. “You greedy little thing, do you ever get enough? I see that you relish your sister's magic tongue.”

“Oh, Caroline, I like it, it is so delicious, so enthralling. I do feel queer though; a fire seems to consume me, my parts seem to be an unquenchable lake of fire; it is only when your finger caresses and strokes gently that I experience a modicum of relief.”

“Have you had sufficient, Freda dear?”

“Oh, Caroline, please do not stop now. I am but just aroused. I like it and want you to do it some more; your tongue does not hurt me. Please, do it all over again, all over me, a tongue bath.”

“Why, Freda,” grasped the astonished Caroline. “Do you actually desire me to go all over you-do you mean that, Freda?”

“Caroline, please, I am burning. Do what you will with me. I am yours to do with as you please.”

“All over you?” and she rumbled as the true meaning dawned upon her and she hid her blushing face in Freda's bosom, that she might not see the look of lust and the eager light of passionate greediness that lighted her orbs.

“Why not, Caroline?” said Freda. “A little tonguing down there would not hurt me and of course it would not do anything to you. Besides, your finger hurts me so, and your tongue would not. Will you do it, sister mine?”

“Why, you surely do not want me to get down there and insert my tongue into your cleft, do you?”

“Oh please, Caroline, your finger hurts me as I said before. Your tongue will be more soft and pleasing.”

“In there?” persisted the tantalizing Caroline.

“Yes, in there and all over me. It will not kill you, and it will be much nicer than having your finger groping about. Besides, you can see where you are and enjoy it as much as I.”

“But, Freda,” exclaimed Caroline, not desiring to appear too willing to capitulate. “You would not like me if I obeyed. You would not care for me if you realized that I would deliberately go down and slobber over your person.”

“Oh, Caroline,” exclaimed Freda petulantly, “what is the matter with you? Why be so silly about this matter? What is a little tonguing between friends, just for mutual pleasure. There is no harm in it. Why, silly, I would do the same for you.”

“What,” exclaimed the astonished Caroline, rising up on the bed and looking at Freda to see if she were joking. “Would you really do it to me also?”

Without a word of warning, Freda rose up and toppled Caroline over on her back, and before the astonished but enraptured Caroline could say “Boo,” she had dived between her legs and implanted a throbbing kiss upon her quivering quim.

Inserting her burning tongue within Caroline's hot slit, she tongued vigorously upon Caroline's stiffening clitoris, thrusting her tongue up into the lax crack, causing Caroline to almost leap from the bed in ecstasy. The touch of her sister's tongue was thrilling in the extreme and her eyes rolled upward and she moaned with lust.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Freda, enough, enough. I cannot stand it. Stop! Stop! I tell you,” and as Freda lifted her head from Caroline's burning crack, Caroline pushed down her dresses and, turning on her side, lay quivering and panting on the bed.

Freda continued to gaze at her sister while she mechanically fingered her own coosie, and at last she turned to the exhausted Caroline and said, “Nicer, isn't it?”

Freda continued to gaze with rapt attention at the prostrate quivering Caroline.

Suddenly she turned her over again and, with a feeble protest from Caroline, lifted her dresses and explored the pulsating crevice.

The rich plump outer lips quivered and contracted and a thin slimy stream of ooze issued from the warm retreat.

Freda continued to gaze at this with greedy eyes, and lowering her head again between the white firm legs, she gently lapped away at the outer portal of her sister's cave of pleasure.

Caroline twitched and tossed as she felt the soft warm tongue with its caressing motion go gently up and down the outer lips of her coosie.

The pleasure was comparable only to that in which a man lays his rampant organ against the outer portals and slowly and with tantalizing motion draws his throbbing weapon against the mouth of a woman's throbbing, pulsating bower.

Freda was indeed adept in the difficult art of lapius, as it was known to the ancients, although, at present, through puritanical tendencies of this age, it is not generally practiced.

Far away and long ago on the famed isle of Lesbos, the amorous females of that ancient period congregated and indulged in just such loving bouts, to the exclusion of any male participants.

Heliopolis, Melodolous, and Sappho, famed beauties of the ancient days, would spend what might now be termed vacation days on just such loving bouts as we have mentioned here in these annals of love.

Nor was it considered a disgrace, such as people of today are wont to call it, lifting their eyes in alleged horror, lacking the courage to do what their very being calls, out for, then-very natures crave.

But to return to our modem exponents of this gentle art:

Freda continued to gaze at the recumbent Caroline, examining her quivering parts.

She ran her fair hand about the glorious and tempting mound, between the heavenly thighs, and molded and patted it gently.

Turning Caroline over, she attempted to gaze into her face, but Caroline buried it in Freda's bosom, from her sister's too ardent and greedy gaze.

“Come, Caroline, you have had your pleasure. I have demonstrated that I was willing to go down upon you. You no longer have any excuse for hesitating; everything is in readiness for your administrations. The stage is set. I am burning with an almost unquenchable lust. You have your job cut out for you. Show me just how much better you are than I. Get up, Caroline, come!”

“Oh, Freda!” sighed Caroline, her whole being a prey to the most delicious feelings and sensations. “Really and truly, my beloved sister, I feel perfectly strange.”

“Come,” said Freda, drawing Caroline's head gently yet firmly down to her neck, as she turned her head sideways. “Come, dear sister! Start on me now! No malingering! No subterfuges! You must go all the way down to that exciting spot that I know when touched will set my very mind afire.”

Caroline allowed Freda to press her face to her shoulder and, thrusting forth her trembling velvet tongue, she moved gently over shoulders and neck in quivering caresses, causing the young girl to experience the most delicious of sensations!

Slowly brushing her tongue over the delicate swell of her young sister's bosom, she ascended the soft quivering hills, causing Freda to writhe about; and upon reaching the delicate apex, crowned with a pinken erect nipple, hard and eager as if to do battle, Caroline engulfed the tip with her lips and rolled it gently between her teeth.

This delicate titillation seemed to drive Freda into a perfect torment of sensual feeling, and passing her hand behind her sister's cool head, she hugged it closely to her breast and panted in a perfect fever of emotion.

“O-o-o-h! Caroline!” she murmured. “Your tongue is a pleasure to me. The thrills that you inspire within me seem to sear my very brain! I am afire indeed and beg you, dear sister of mine, to love me with all your might.”

For answer, Caroline moved to the other breast, and after repeating this operation, she moved down a bit and allowed her agile tongue to skim gently the surface of her sister's now leaping abdomen. Licking in fast crisscross strokes, she hesitated an instant at the navel and buried her tongue in this delicate opening, causing Freda to leap back and forth, as if she were being penetrated by an erect organ.

Lower and lower sank the titillating tongue, until now she tongued the quivering and leaping loins of her sister's naked form; then, lifting her head for an instant's breath, she lifted one leg of the younger girl and, starting at the naked ankle, tongued her way up to the pleasing juncture of Freda's belly, causing the girl to undergo a tumult that at times threatened to throw her off the bed.

Repeating this operation with the other leg, not forgetting a few caresses upon the loins of the writhing girl who now lay as wax in her hands, Caroline slipped down to the floor, and drawing apart widely Freda's thighs, she gazed directly into the seat, the very heart of her sister's sensations.

The tender pinken outer lips, pouting like a half-blown rose, were parted tenderly by Caroline's finger, and the inner lips, their coral substance glittering and glistening with a slight preliminary dew, closed tightly around that tender, standing button, now slightly rosy and gorged as it nervously swayed. Caroline gazed with wonder at the tiny torturous channel, not as yet opened to the projectile of man, and she again tongued the inner flesh of Freda's thighs close up to this quivering orifice.

Each touch of Caroline's velvety tongue caused both of the sisters to experience the most tumultuous of sensations.

Pressing her lips closely around the knob, she sucked it furiously between her lips and drew in its swollen entirety within her fevered mouth, causing her passion-crazed sister to throw her thighs about Caroline's head, and press her sister's head in a sensual embrace.

Dropping her hands to Caroline, she seized her pretty, hardworking sister by the ears, and held her head tightly to her grotto of love, and with wild tosses lifted her buttocks far up in an effort to discharge her throbbing cargo. Caroline continued furiously her tonguings of her sister's knob, pushing it gently from one side to the other with her titillating tongue, and gently with her teeth biting its erect and swollen tip. Allowing her tongue to fall lower, she thrust it with a sudden spur up firmly into Freda's sexual crack, causing the girl, upon whom these delicate operations had an overpowering effect, almost to leap from the bed upon which she writhed.

Caroline, ceasing a moment in these delicate ministrations, lifted her head upward, the lips still gleaming with a faint film of mucous engendered from her sister's parts, and murmured to her in a low voice:

“Does the manipulation of my tongue, sister Freda, cause you any inconvenience? Does it hurt you?” Still holding her sister's plump bare thighs tightly in her arms, her face was not six inches from the divine touchstone of her sister's body.

“N-o-o-o! No-o-o! Caroline dear,” breathed Freda, in a faraway voice. “That divine tongue of yours, my dear sister, instills pleasures that are indeed thrilling! My very soul is in a perfect tumult of the most delicious emotion, and I long to give down into your eager, palpitating mouth the very essence of my sensual being. I beg you, dear sister, do not desist in these delicate attentions, these provoking motions of your ravishing tongue, through which I experience the most pleasant of all sensations. Proceed in the manner that you have so deliciously started, to that agonizing and sublime culmination that I know to a surety will rend from my soul the very essence of my being.”

A frenzied strangling compression of her sister's thighs told her that the crisis was quickly approaching and, quickening her-tongue-motions, she felt Freda leap and twist beneath her and knew that her suspicions had been fully verified.

“Caroline! C-a-r-o-l-i-n-e!” moaned Freda, leaping and gyrating about until Caroline thought sure that she would be thrown from beneath the frenzied girl's thighs. “O-o-o O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h, Caroline. I am coming! I am coming! It goes! It goes! Your tongue! Your tongue! Sweetheart, away up within me!” Caroline, thrusting her tongue as far as she possibly could up within the throbbing parts of Freda's slit, was rewarded with a convulsive tightening and relaxing of her younger sister's sheath, as spasmodic jets of balsamic fluid flooded her trembling mouth and throat, projected as it seemed from Freda's being.

Caroline gasped and coughed and, pushing Freda's thighs, endeavored to escape from her sister's tightly clasped thighs.

Freda still held her powerless in the clasp of the bare members, but after a deluge of sperm, she allowed these delicious bonds to unloose, and Caroline was allowed to slip, panting and coughing, almost fainting in a droop to the carpeted floor.

After a moment's pause, which she used to recover her breath, which seemed to have departed her body, she struggled weakly to her feet. Staggering to secure a towel, she wiped her face and arranged her hair, which had become sadly disordered by her sister's convulsive claspings, and looked at herself in the mirror.

A wild throbbing thrilled in her beating temples, and her parts seemed to itch and bum like fire. Throwing up her petticoat in an irresistible desire to do something to relieve this longing, she placed a finger on her sensitive spot, and with furious motions tossed it swaying about. The crisis approaching, she sank weak and trembling to the toilet seat, and with one final rub, felt the dew course from her and trickle in gouty spurts down her inner thighs. With her hand still weakly pressed on this sensitive spot, she sat perking and quivering, her eyes tightly closed, awaiting this passionate flow to cease its soul-inspiring spoutings.

Finally it was over! With a delicious shudder she pressed her thighs closely together and rose weakly to her feet. Securing a towel, she again dried her parts and then returned to her sister, whom she thought by now should have recovered from her tempestuous emotions.

Freda still lay as Caroline had left her, her thighs widely outspread, her sexual badge all gleaming and wet from the recent discharge, and her countenance almost waxen in its whiteness.

“Sister dear,” cried Caroline, alarmed as she ran to the side of the bed and clasped her sister's arm. “Freda! It is Caroline! What on earth is the matter with you? Freda, Freda! Speak to me! Oh! Oh! What have I done!” Running to the bath, she secured a towel and, having moistened it, returned hurriedly and placed it upon Freda's forehead, chafing her wrists and endeavoring in all manners to restore her senses.

She was soon rewarded with a faint groan, and Freda, giving a sudden start, grasped Caroline by the arm and endeavored to rise from her reclining position as she gazed wildly about.

“Freda, dear,” cried Caroline, kissing her sister lovingly. “I thought sure that you were dead. Talk to me, dear sister, and tell me that you are all right. I beseech you. How do you feel, my sister?”

“O-o-o-o-o-o-h!” stammered Freda, making a wry face and turning her now flushed face from her sister's searching gaze. “I too thought that I had passed away. Oh, sister dear, what pleasure, what ecstasy you have given me. The pleasures of heaven, great as they may be, could not be greater. Oh, sister, for this divine act, I am your slave forever and ever!”

“But you are all right now, Freda?” queried Caroline, regarding her younger sister anxiously. “You feel no ill effects? You are as before, my sister?”

“Oh, I guess so,” replied Freda somewhat ungraciously, a matter-of-fact air now overcoming her, as these delicious sensations almost completely left her being. “What a tongue you have, my adroit sister. You could make a statue melt. Come, let us arise and dress. Someone might come in here and I do not think, my dear sister, that you wish it known to the world that your sister has fainted from the use of your agile tongue upon her lower parts. Come, Caroline. Let us up and dress.”

She straggled to her feet, and donned her chemise and drawers. Caroline appareled herself, and upon the conclusion, they proceeded downstairs to the dining room.

Lord Roxboro was impatiently waiting, as he had ordered Caroline to report to him there an hour ago.

“Where have you been?” he queried, looking closely at both of the girls. “And why does our dear Freda look so pale and wan?”

Caroline, embarrassed at this question, made some plausible excuse and, dinner having been long waiting, they seated themselves at the table and prepared to do ample justice to the savory meal.

The demure Marie was in attendance. She made not a sign out of the ordinary but went about her duties as usual.

Following the repast, Lord Roxboro lit a cigar and surveyed his two adorable nieces.

“Caroline,” he said, speaking slowly, “you will proceed to the library and await there my arrival. I shall attend you there presently.”