Caroline did likewise, and soon the two girls were lost in slumber, so they did not hear Marie as she softly tiptoed to the library.
After bidding the two girls good night, Roxboro entered his library, where he found Montgomery awaiting him, having bathed and dressed himself in Roxboro's clothing, as directed. He ordered him to enter the bedroom, and closed the door. Soon Marie's timid knock was heard and Roxboro bade her enter.
The girl was quaking with fear and looked about for her tormentor. When Roxboro slipped the bolt to the outer door, she gave a faint cry of fear. “Marie, Marie,” said Roxboro chidingly, “surely you are not afraid of me? You don't wish to escape me so soon-why, you have only just entered; what is the reason for this fright?'-'»
“Oh, sir, I am so nervous,” whispered the girl.
“Is it because you fear that now that Montgomery has returned and found you, that he will again have you and torment you as before? Do not fear, my dear,” said he, taking the buxom girl in his arms; tilting her face upward, he implanted a hot, passionate kiss on her moist red lips and hugged her tightly to him, almost to the suffocating point. Then leading her to a chair, he seated her.
“Oh, I am upset, and almost beside myself,” wept the girl, dropping her head to the table beside her. 'That man, that man! Montgomery; he came in on me like a devil from hell! Oh, master, I beg of you, do not allow him to take me away; I am sure he will do away with me in his mad rage! He has hurt me already and I am sure that but for the timely arrival and interference of Carl and Joe, he would have choked me to death today!”
Here she held up her neck for Roxboro to examine, and he noted the blue prints of strong fingers upon her ivory flesh.
“And what else, my dear?” queried Roxboro, tenderly stroking the girl's neck. “Did he do any further damage? Tell me, Marie dear.”
“My breast-he almost wrenched the titties off; it is all black and blue, and I fear it will be so for days. Oh, how he squeezed and pinched me; I nearly fainted with the pain.”
“Let me see that,” said Roxboro, gently undoing her dress and exposing the marble skin of her palpitating bosom. Letting down the chemise, he gazed at the marks left by Montgomery's paws, which clearly showed the damage wrought by his tigerish grasp.
Roxboro motioned to Montgomery, who was standing behind the bedroom door, peering through the crack, to enter the room.
Roxboro's busy hands gently massaged the girl's firm, round, white globes; his manipulations excited her passions and the scarlet flush of passion mounted her white neck and caused her eyes to flash under the caresses of the amorous lord. Reaching down, he kissed her firm breasts, sucking and titillating the nipples with his hot tongue and lips.
A movement by Montgomery betrayed his presence; the girl turned her head and as she recognized her cruel husband, she clung to Roxboro, crying, “Oh, there he is-oh, sir, protect me. Don't let him at me, he is back again.” Her shivering form clung to Roxboro in terror as she endeavored to replace the clothing over her naked bosom. Roxboro, however, under the pretense of helping her, succeeded in working her chemise down over her marble shoulders.
“Oh, hello, Montgomery,” he remarked. “I have just been examining the marks on your wife's bosom, which you inflicted when you greeted her so hurriedly. I compliment you upon your taste in women, Montgomery; your wife is a charming girl and you are indeed fortunate to possess such a charming creature for your very own.” With this, Roxboro turned the frightened girl around to face her husband, her bare bosom exposed to his lecherous gaze.
“Quite right, my lord; I am indeed to be complimented upon the possession of such a faithful and virtuous wife; one who gives herself to all comers! Compliment me upon such a woman, indeed! She is a dirty, common bawd and I have a notion to thrash her soundly for her looseness!”
“Oh, no, no,” screamed Marie, clinging to her master. “Don't let him do it, sir; oh, don't let him do it! Oh, sir, I implore you, do not let him do that; he has done it before and I know that if he whips me again he will surely injure me; oh, sir, make him leave here; make him get out of here and I will do anything you say! Oh, sir, protect me, I beg of you!”
“Well, I don't know, Marie,” replied the lord with a mock air of seriousness. “After all, this man is your husband; he has shown papers that prove conclusively that he has the legal right to enforce his commands and really I do not think that under the circumstances I have a right to interfere, no matter how sorry I may be for you or how much I want to protect you.
“However, I suggest that you accede to his demands; remain as quiet as possible and do not cross him and perhaps he will relent; it will soon be over and after all it is your wifely duty to accede to your husband's demands, no matter what they may be.”
Turning toward Montgomery, Roxboro gave the girl a push toward her husband and remarked, “Here, Montgomery, here is your wife. I beg of you to go easy with her, although she has disobeyed you; I feel sure that with a little correction she will surely mend her ways.”
Montgomery seized the half-fainting girl and pulled her to himself, raining hot, passionate kisses upon her face, lips and breasts. Dragging her to the couch, he quickly removed his clothing and speedily was in the state of nature; roughly throwing the girl's skirts upward over her belly, he exposed the nakedness of her buttocks, set off to perfection by her trim black stockings. Lifting the head of his enormous plunger, he leaped upon the girl, apparently intending to plunge his rod into her quivering rectum.
Roxboro stood by, an eager spectator of the sport, the sensuality and lewdness of it affecting him to the extent where he opened his trousers and drew forth his own rampant rod.
The girl lay quiescent, apparently overcome by her treatment, but at the attempted attack upon her rear, she came to life once more and, slipping from the couch, ran to the lord and threw herself upon her knees before him, imploring him to protect her from the onslaught of her fiery husband.
Roxboro merely stood and surveyed the screaming girl. Knowing the house was deserted except for his two nieces, and that the woman's outcries could not be heard outside, he permitted her to scream her loudest, since, even if the servants in their far-off quarters should hear the commotion, they were far too accustomed to the goings-on in the manor to pay any attention.
Montgomery, maddened with lust, leaped upon the girl and, lifting her in his arms, once more bore her to the couch. These rough tactics had disarranged the girl's clothing considerably. Her waist had been torn from her shoulders, exposing both breasts fully. Her stockings hung down about her legs and her skirts were disarranged.
He attempted to complete his design upon the now vigorously resisting girl, but she was strong and her writhings and twistings completely frustrated his attempts to force his plunger into her person. Leaving her for a moment, he sought a cord with which to fasten her down; seizing one from the hangings on the window, he returned to the couch. The girl became almost frantic at the sight of the cord in his hands. With no ceremony, he quickly missed her ankles. Her smuggles lessened by her bonds, the man grabbed the helpless wench and once more flung her upon the couch.
Roxboro stood in the middle of the room, observing the struggles of the pair before him. His hand slowly frigged his now bursting prick and he felt consumed with lust and desire to mount the beautiful creature now sprawled so helplessly upon the couch. Montgomery now amused himself with sundry slaps, pinches, and squeezes of the girl's tender anatomy; he fiendishly selected the most tender parts of her body for his attentions, and the girl lay moaning as the man dug at and pinched her tender skin, apparently taking a ghoulish delight in torturing the lovely figure before him.