“Now,” said his lordship, looking about, “you will follow the same procedure with her legs, tying one to the bed leg and the other to that dressing table.
Grace was almost reduced to unconsciousness and the rough treatment she had received left her panting and breathless as she lashed helplessly on the floor, a prey to two pairs of lustful sparkling eyes. “Now, Montgomery,” said his lordship, his eyes flaming and his breath coming like that of a stallion in heat, “you see that our young friend is in no condition to exercise the natural safeguards that she possesses in regard to her virginity, and we may do as we will.
“And now it is necessary that I remove some of my clothing.
“You know, that as a true proof of virginity, it is necessary that blood spurt, and when such happens, I do not want to have my clothing suffer.”
So saying, he speedily disrobed himself and at a nod from his lordship, Montgomery did likewise.
Poor Grace was a prey to the most terrible emotions on seeing these two indecent men stripping before her eyes, and to shut out this disgraceful scene she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away.
This action was not lost on the sensuous peer, who now stark naked rushed around to the other side and shaking his enormous weapon at her cried:
“Ah, ha! My fine young lady! The sight of a lusty prick does not seem to meet with your approval, I see. You shall soon have this up your belly and I assure you that I will poke you so often with it that you will learn to long and cry for it like many another before you.”
The suddenness of his lordship's actions caused Grace to open her eyes, but seeing that huge staff before her, she closed them again resolutely and turned away.
Montgomery was now in a state similar to his lordship, his own staff standing erect over the girl and, seizing the top of her chemise, he drew it upward and was about to remove it when Lord Roxboro stopped him.
“No, Montgomery,” he said. “It is best to leave these articles on her as the rummaging of her charms, faintly hid as they are by these garments, will add more to the pleasure that is before us.
“By all means allow her to retain them until the time comes, and then I assure you I will remove them in a manner proper to a ravisher.
“Now, away!” Pushing Montgomery aside, he threw himself upon the body of the girl and, passing his arms about her bare shoulders, kissed her shoulders, lips, cheeks, and eyelids.
It was useless for Grace to struggle beneath him, but still she twisted and turned in an attempt to evade him. Her face flushed and her eyes seemed about to start from her head.
“Do you feel my sturdy rod pounding about in those virgin curls of yours? Do you feel my naked body pressed on your own?” he cried, pulling up her chemise and allowing his own body to come in contact with her alabaster nakedness. “How does that feel to you, Grace?”
This lewd talk seemed to startle Grace back to her senses, and she gave a wild scream and thrashed about and it seemed she was about to break her bonds, strong as they were.
“What fire! What resistance!” mused Lord Roxboro. “I assure you, Montgomery, that I am experiencing sensations that are of the most ecstatic possible kind: The feel of this warm pulsating virgin beneath me stirs in me an urge to rend her in twain this very instant. Look, Montgomery, did you ever see finer breasts than these?”
Pushing down the girl's chemise, he took one of the blue-veined orbs in his hand and squeezed it deliciously, allowing his finger to run lightly over the engorged nipple.
“Like twin mountains of snow,” he cried, rummaging for the other to make a comparison. “I assure you, Montgomery, that we have here indeed a pearl, and how a man like Trant could allow this gem from the heavens to escape him is far beyond me! Nothing would make me lose this,” cried Lord Roxboro, “and before the final act I intend to look further into this mine of girlish wealth.” Rising slightly he lifted up the chemise and allowed himself to survey all of her snowy belly.
“Ah, Montgomery! What a veil of bliss the beautiful little navel, the tender little curves, the rise and fall of her tender flesh! It is enough to cannibalize anyone.” Slipping down, he placed his lips to her tender flesh and nibbled on it and rolled it between his teeth.
Grace struggled and screamed, but to no avail. His lordship, proudly exhibiting the marks of his teeth to his accomplice, again gathered the girl into his arms and kissed her breath away. Allowing one hand to slip down between her widely opened thighs, he fingered and pulled at her curls, and dividing their silken shrubbery, he penetrated with one finger her now moist lips.
“Into the crater,” he said exultantly, “and you may be sure, Montgomery, that I am the first to be there.
“Look,” he said, as he penetrated farther into the tight cleft, causing the girl to give a fresh scream of pain. “See what my exploration brings forth. She is as tight as a dream and a skinned rod is to be the result of this maidenly tightness. Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, “with one push I will render forever her maidenhead.”
“I doubt, my lord, if you can do as you say, but it makes no matter how many tries are needed, I am sure you will give them and I beg you to proceed.”
“I'll try at least,” said his lordship, “so here goes.”
Gripping the thrashing girl tightly to him and burying his shoulder against her face, he drew back his muscular buttocks and with a drive that expended all his strength sent his rod crashing into her cleft.
A scream such as never before issued from the girl's lips, followed by a series in quick succession, before she fell back senseless in his arms.
His lordship still poked away and Montgomery, fearing that the assault had been too much for her, came close and felt for her pulse.
“She's all right,” grunted his lordship, slightly rising from her and allowing his prong to slip out.
It was reddened with her virgin flow and his lordship, rising unsteadily, rose to his feet and wiped his person with a towel.
“I vollied before I intended to,” he said somewhat grossly, “and now that she is well battered, I advise you, Montgomery, to finish the job that I have started.”
Montgomery needed no second invitation and sprang like a wolf on the body of the beautiful and chaste young girl who was now unconscious.
Due to the wetness of her organ, he succeeded in forcing almost half his tool up into her before she recovered.
She came to with a scream to find the strongly built valet within her.
In fact, the lewd fellow was just spurting his vent, and with a last cruel jab he sheathed his weapon almost entirely, and to the accompaniment of her wild screams he poured his boiling emission into her womb.
He lay for a minute upon her and she fell totally lax and exhausted, passing away in a faint and lying like wax in his arms.
Montgomery withdrew his rod, which made a clucking sound as it escaped from its tight and nervous fold, and the emissions and her virgin blood poured from her in a little pool onto the floor.
“Come,” said Lord Roxboro irritably, “let us get these clothes off before she awakes.” Tearing at the chemise and drawers, he dragged them from her body. Waving about the sodden drawers stained with the discharge of the two men and her maidenly blood, “Montgomery,” said his lordship, “here is proof of the lady's goodness. We shall file those for our later pleasures.” Folding up the garments, he placed them in a drawer.
Grace now moved about and her eyelids fluttering told of her return to her senses.
She did not struggle now, but lay limp under her bonds and moaned and sobbed as if her heart would break.
“I hope by now,” said his lordship, “that you have learned your lesson, Grace. You are now deflowered and no power on earth can restore to you the charm that you just have lost. Any foolish emotions on your part will only make it worse. Now, what have you to say to this, my dear Miss Spitfire?”