“I panted for the insertion of a member-even the tool of such a repulsive old toad as he. Suddenly he mounted to the bed-my thighs were outspread, my sexual lips seemed veritably to open to receive the charge of his throbbing member and I greedily gulped its entire length and breadth within my hot and seething quiver!
“No longer mistress of myself, I threw my arms about the old man's neck as I dashed my boiling envelope up and down upon his slippery stick, in order to coax out his load of manly balsamic sap with which to cool my heated womb! Utterly disregarding the fact that one of my own sex was an interested spectator, my modesty entirely forgotten, I blindly threshed and twisted about, speared to the quick with his joy staff and lost in a divine ecstasy, seeking to bring about the culmination of the combat which, once begun, recognizes neither caste nor station.
“Finally the bubble burst; my very soul seemed to merge with that titillating rod that was tickling my interior, and with a cry issuing from my sensual being, I held my ravisher in a crackling embrace while his boiling sap sprung in gushes within me; my quivering and panting lips clinging to his prong, we both met our climax.
“A moment we lay, and then, withdrawing from me, he arose. The excitement finished, my repulsion toward the old goat redoubled and I felt a deep sense of shame, due to the way I had exposed my lust during this rape, and I strove to arise to my feet.”
At this moment an interruption occurred in the nature of a loud ringing of a bell. Lord Roxboro, arising to his feet, looked about the room to see that there were no telltale signs of the recent adventures that had taken place; then, dismissing the maid, he went below to see what had caused this interruption.
Going to the door, he opened it and found Carl, the good-looking stableboy. “What is it, Carl?” inquired his lordship.
The boy pointed to the stables, whose wooden eaves were smoking. “The stables are on fire!” cried the boy. “What shall we do?”
“Good Lord!” exclaimed Roxboro, rushing toward the scene of the conflagration, where he found upon his arrival that the servants were busy with buckets and a small garden hose. In a few moments of hard work by all hands, the flames were subdued and the fire extinguished.
After an inspection to see that damage was slight and that none of the horses were injured, Roxboro thanked and complimented the help upon their prompt action.
Returning to the house, he ordered that breakfast be served immediately. The excitement had aroused everyone about the place, and upon his return to the manor he was met by both of his pretty nieces, who inquired as to the extent of the damages; he reassured them immediately, stating that it had been but slight and that there was no danger.
Repairing to the dining room, the three were served with breakfast. After chatting for a few minutes, his lordship suggested that the girls amuse themselves about the place, that he would be busy in his library for some time and would see them again at luncheon. Marie was clearing away the dishes, looking very charming indeed, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed and rosy. Roxboro casually directed her to report to him in the library as soon as the morning chores were taken care of, saying he wished to consult her on some matters concerning the house.
Our fair Caroline was not deceived, however, by the nonchalance of his lordship and, suspecting there were to be more adventures forthcoming, resolved to take her station at her peephole and observe whatever might transpire in the library. Making excuses to Freda that she would be busy with some mending, she sent the child out into the grounds to play, and soon after Roxboro had gone up to the library, she also repaired to her own bedroom, where she took her station at the door, prepared to witness any happenings that might take place.
After a short wait she was rewarded. A knock sounded on the library door and upon Roxboro's calling “Come in,” the door opened and in stepped the bright-eyed Marie. “What did you wish me for, my lord?” the girl inquired.
“You are adorable, Marie,” said his lordship, drawing her to him and kissing her fervently. “I think I will have you again; it seems that I didn't get enough of you this morning.”
“My goodness, sir, but you surely must be strong!” cried Marie in surprise. Roxboro had opened the front of her waist and was by now massaging her firm breasts with one hand, while the other roamed about her back and down upon the round, firm, smooth globes of her posterior, which he massaged and patted as he held the girl tightly to him. “But let's get on with your story, Marie; you have me greatly interested and I would like to hear more of your adventures. Come, let us sit down.” And drawing her to the couch, they seated themselves.
“Where was I?” remarked Marie. “Oh yes, I had just been forced by that hideous old goat. Well, you can imagine how I felt. I was horrified at the thought that I had been guilty of laying with a man besides my lawfully wedded husband. The maid was busy wiping off the old buzzard's prong, and neither of them paid any attention to me. I ran about the room, seeking some means of escape, but there was no hope. I could find no opening of any kind through which I could hope to gain my freedom. I was nearly frantic.
“After having himself cleaned by the maid, the old man sat down upon a couch, motioning me to come and sit beside him. I refused, whereupon the maid came to me and seized my arm, twisting it in such a manner as to cause me great pain. I realized that any resistance in this house would be useless and would only cause me to be tormented, so decided to bear my fate as best I might. I went to the couch and seated myself by my aged ravisher.
“For the time being the old man contented himself with feasting his eyes upon my condition. My dress was torn-my breasts hung out naked, my skirts were rumpled and reefed above my knees. I must have presented a sorry sight indeed.
“My captor gazed at me for several moments; then, without the slightest warning, he struck me a sudden sharp blow with his tightly clenched right hand upon my exposed breast. The pain was excruciating. With a scream, I sprang to my feet, but the maid again clutched my wrist, twisting my arm behind me with such a sharp agony of pain that I sank to my knees. No use to attempt resistance-each movement I made only served to increase my agony as the brutal maid sharply twisted my aching arm.
“My lord, perhaps I had better cease my story here; the things that occurred afterward are too filthy and horrible to tell; I am sure your lordship would only be disgusted and repelled by hearing the rest of my story. My face bums even now as I think of the things I was forced to submit to by these two beasts in human form. Let me desist with my story at this time; it is almost too shameful to repeat!”
“No, Marie,” said the lord, her strange story having an exhilarating effect upon his degraded senses. “You must really continue, my girl; I am deeply interested in hearing the full tale of your wrongs; I feel deeply sorry for you and you may be sure your tale will meet with my sympathy; certainly nobody could blame you for things you were forced to endure against your will. So continue with your story, no matter how shocking; I won't hold it against you, you may be sure.” ~
“Oh, very well, then, sir; but it really is most embarrassing to me. However, as you say, I was forced to submit to this treatment, and it certainly was not of my own volition that I indulged in the scenes I will attempt to describe.”
Lord Roxboro's hand descended to a certain portion of the maid's person that was quite warm and throbbing, perhaps with the recollection of the experiences she had undergone. Her eyes sparkled and her breath came in quick short gasps. Her legs parted and her bottom shifted slightly in order to permit the lord's hot, exploring fingers to operate freely in that soft, sensitive portion of her passionate anatomy.