This action exasperated the lord almost to frenzy. His prong now at fever heat, he was impatient with this stubborn virgin who could not be touched.
Leaping from his seat he pursued the unhappy maiden. “Ha! Proud pauper that you are! I will have you and your sister thrown out of this house at once. Your protestations of obedience come from the lips only-you have no intention of obeying me in any matter that does not meet your approval. Very well, then. Out with you. Get your sister and take yourselves out of this house, out into the world, and see what sort of treatment you will receive there. You treat your uncle as though he were an animal or a vile being. See if the world will give you any better treatment, once you are out of here. Get your sister and get out, both of you, this instant. I won't bother with such a stubborn creature as you seem to be!”
“No, uncle, no, no!” she cried, tears streaming down her lovely face as she looked upward into his frowning countenance. “I will do as you say, I really will-you embarrassed me, that is all. Please don't turn us out into the world, and I will do anything. Please give me just one more chance!”
“Well,” he growled, “one and only one more will you have, you brazen hussy.” Pulling her roughly to her feet his eyes burning with desire, he drew her closely to him. “I will take no chances with you this time, young lady! Go to your room immediately and bring me that hairbrush from your dresser! Quick!”
The frightened girl flew to her room and returned immediately with the silver-mounted hairbrush, which she handed to her uncle. Seating himself as before, he commanded the frightened and trembling maiden to come to him and stand as she had before, directly before him. Laying the brush on the taboret beside his chair, he again introduced his hand under her garments and began to toy with her limbs.
She stood perfectly still, too frightened to move or remonstrate. As his wanton hand strayed up her thigh, touching her bare skin, she gave a little shudder. His nervous hands explored her person, caressing the warm and rounded thighs, and then ventured toward that portion of her person which contained her most secret and delightful charms. As his hand touched her lower belly, her body involuntarily shrunk as she attempted to close her legs upon the sensitive grotto in an effort to defend herself against this rough invader. Wiggle and twist as he would, he found it impossible to introduce his fingertips between her tightly pressed thighs in order to touch her maidenhead. Abandoning his attempt at her crevice, his hand wandered upward toward her belly. Grasping the waistband of her panties, he jerked so that the buttons broke, allowing the drawers to drop slightly until supported by her hips. Her chemise he furled upward, allowing her belly to be naked, his hot fingers manipulating the soft roundness of her abdomen. Her satiny stomach quivered and trembled under his grasp. Now, grasping the top of her drawers, he pulled and tore the filmy material, which rended in a long tear, and he pulled the garment downward to her knees, exposing the whole front of her body. As he did so, the shamed girl dropped to her knees, crouching before him in a desperate effort to retain some shreds of her maidenly modesty.
He had not yet succeeded in touching her secret charms and, losing his patience, he seized the nipple of one of her bare breasts between his fingers and, giving it a cruel twist, shouted, “On your feet! On your feet, girl; stand up, I tell you!”
“Oh, uncle!” sobbed the blushing damsel, the tears dripping from her beautiful azure orbs. “You hurt me! You hurt me!”
“On your feet, I said,” he cried, continuing to tweak the tender nipple. “I have had enough of your foolish behavior; you would test the patience of a saint! Stand up, before I really hurt you!”
“Yes, yes,” she cried, scrambling to her feet, her drawers slipping down upon her well-formed legs until they lay about her slim ankles. “I'm up, uncle, I'm up.”
“See that you stay up, child,” he growled. Again placing his salacious hand beneath her skirts, he lifted them above her waist, exposing her whole glorious front to his lascivious gaze. The lustful creature ran his hand caressingly over her golden mount, covered with curling yellow hair that retreated between the whiteness of her smooth lovely thighs, forming a picture of beauty that would arouse the passion of a statue.
His busy hands explored her charms, caressing the warm white thighs, then slipping around in back of her to manipulate and mold the firm, rounded cheeks of her magnificent buttocks, soft as velvet. Then his busy finger found the soft crevice between her legs, felt the outer lips of her jewel of maidenhood. She stood passive, too frightened to move, as his finger divided the outer door of her pink cleft and forced its way into the tightly folded interior. As her hidden charms were thus suddenly and roughly violated, the trembling girl gave vent to an involuntary cry and her body shuddered violently. She attempted to withdraw from her uncle's embrace, pulling violently away from him.
“You hurt me, uncle, you hurt me; that hurts terribly,” she quavered, attempting to push down her dress in an effort to clothe her crimson nakedness. Her attempt was futile, however, as her powerful uncle drew her closer to him, petting her and soothing her in an effort to quiet her attempts to retreat.
His rod had for some time been in a terrible state, swollen and throbbing from passion, aching to be relieved. Drawing one of the girl's hands down to his pants, he pressed the delicate fingers against the huge prong that was distending the front of his trousers. “Squeeze it, Caroline! Squeeze it, darling; there's a good girl! Do that, it will help me greatly; you don't know how I am suffering, child!” said the lord as he pressed her hand tightly about the throbbing charger.
“Oh, uncle,” cried the girl, at the same time grasping the huge covered bolus in a tight embrace and gently squeezing it in her fingers. “Why must I do this, uncle?” she inquired.
“Take it out, girl-open my pants and take it out so you can feel it better, dear,” he cried, kissing her fervently and hugging her to him as her hand manipulated his huge member.
“Oh, uncle,” she cried, “please don't ask me to do that; you know that isn't nice; I wouldn't want to touch that nasty thing; please let me go.” Nevertheless she continued her hold on the member, her face covered with blushes.
“Must I break this hairbrush on your buttocks?” queried the lord. “You stubborn wench, you will force me to do something desperate. Do as I say, and quickly, or it will be the worse for you!” So saying, he seized the hairbrush and brought the bristle side of it smartly against her bare buttock, causing her to jump and utter a little scream of pain. “If you don't want a good spanking, do as I tell you,” the lust-maddened man growled.
“Yes, uncle,” she replied, fumbling with awkward hands at the fly of her uncle's trousers in an attempt to unfasten the unfamiliar clothing. Suddenly the buttons yielded, the front of his trousers flew open, and out sprang the gigantic pintle, its ruby head flushed and swollen, rampant with desire, the blue veins standing forth as though to burst.
“All right, woman, play with it-play with it!” the salacious man almost screamed, placing her hand on the enormous cock. “Rub it up and down.”
The girl immediately started squeezing and rubbing the hot surface of this strange implement. Obviously it was her first view of a man's organ and it seemed to repel her; yet at the same time she seemed to be attracted, her curiosity overcoming her modesty to some extent. She manipulated it for a few moments, giving the lord extreme pleasure as his busy fingers roamed over her person, titillating her clitoris and exploring her thighs, buttocks, belly, and breasts.
Suddenly he removed her hand from his member and touched it to the bare skin of her thigh. At the hot contact of the flaming object, she gave a gasp. He rubbed it against her leg for a moment and then said, “Lower yourself down on it, my darling,” at the same time grasping her by her hips and attempting to force her to sit upon his rigid prong.