'Ah, my beautiful relative!' exclaimed the lively Captain, 'you thought you could catch me, did you? No, no, one secret for another if you please! If you'll betray my uncle's secrets, I'll betray his daughter's-that is only fair.'
'But,' said Rosa, laughing, 'in betraying Mr. Bonham's secrets I should betray my own, and it is hardly fair to make me do that, is it?'
'No, it is not,' replied Alfred, in a high state of excitement, 'and so I shall find it out for myself. Now sweet Rosa, it is of no use for you to struggle or resist, I mean to have a peep and a feel, so be kind enough to put your pretty little feet upon the opposite seat. There now,' (as she did so) 'that will be snug and comfortable. Bless us, what darling little white kid boots and silk stockings! The old governor has more taste in young ladies' dress than I gave him credit for. And now for the inspection of your young thighs and precious little cunt.'
'Oh, no, Captain Torrant, you must not,' exclaimed Rosa, 'indeed I could not allow it!'
At the same time she was gradually stretching her thighs open while the handsome young fellow felt and opened the lips of her all but virgin cunt, whose aspect, however, evidently betrayed that the invader and destroyer had been there.
'You have been fucked,' exclaimed the delighted Alfred, 'a slice from a cut loaf can never be missed, and as it is all in the family, as the saying goes, I shall-'
Here he interrupted himself by shoving his tongue into the lady's sore and somewhat inflamed parts, while he unfastened his braces and unbuttoned his trousers.
'Oh dear Captain Torrant, how indelicate! and the carriage will be stopping directly, I know it will, and you will rumple my silk dress so.'
We hope our readers admire the force of the young lady's objections to being fucked in a carriage. The gallant dragoon set them at naught, requesting her to take up her dresses-as completely and as carefully as she could-he would take care of her petticoats and chemise; as for the carriage stopping, he affirmed that it was a long way from Clapham to Great Poke-hole Place, and they would not arrive there for half-anhour.
'So, now dearest Rosa,' he continued directing his charger towards the gap in her pretty hedge.
'But you have not kept faith with me,' she cried in a pretty affectation of pretending not to know what he was doing. 'You have not told me whether you ever got into your beautiful cousin's private parts-Oh!'
The last exclamation was produced by the effectual insertion of the gentleman's cock; the milk and water, recommended by Mr. Bonham had been effectual but not altogether so-hence the slight involuntary scream. But now her companion was well in and quite comfortable, as kneeling upon one of the carriage cushions, he was ramming into the young girl, immensely to his own satisfaction, while he stimulated her lusts and reconciled her to the proceedings, by repeating in broken sentences and somewhat exaggerated terms, some of his adventures with Miss Bonham, interspersed with the episodes of Bob fucking and buggering Lucy in the stables, and Major Ringtail fucking Miss Larcher in the chapel, to the great satisfaction and edification of the minister of the word, as Stiggins called himself, and to such of the congregation as were fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the lady's legs over the side of the pew. This last apocryphal adventure, Captain Torrant related as an actual fact, thinking that as Rosa probably knew the principal actress in the scene, she would not only be interested and instructed, but consider her present predicament an innocent one in comparison.
And he was quite right, Rosa richly enjoyed the description of her future stepdaughter's black-haired cunt and long white legs and snowy rump. She began to wriggle her bottom with delight at the vivid description given by Alfred of his man's laudable endeavours to split up Lucy's arse hole, and when it came to the chapel scene, she murmured: 'Miss Susan Larcher! — so respectable-in chapel! Her legs over the pewand one of the officers right into her in broad daylight! — and her revered pastor watching the performance! — Oh!-oh-h-h Captain Torrant.'
This was the crisis of the performance, and silence reigned in the carriage, unbroken except by a still, small sound, as of kissing. Then, after a few minutes calm, Captain Torrant arose, and buttoning his trousers told Rosa there would never be any reason for making the most distant allusion to anyone as to what had taken place, or what their conversation had been about which, as may be imagined, Rosa promised for her own sake, readily enough. Then drawing up the blinds, as Rosa pulled down her clothes, Her Majesty's officer put his head out of the window and told Thomas he might drive as fast as he liked-now. A very significant proof that his proceedings had been premeditated. Then turning to his lovely companion, he told her not to be startled by anything she saw at Mrs. Smith's house, and particularly not to be frightened if she did not find her guardian there. At this Rosa stared at first, but by degrees a light seemed to break in upon her, and she exclaimed laughing: 'Oh! I see now! How wicked of you Captain Torrant, deceiving my venerable schoolmistress, taking advantage of my unprotected innocence, and forging your uncle's name! Don't you know what a crime forgery is, sir? — and that you deserve to be hung?'
'Hung around your neck, if you like, you sweet, saucy witch!' exclaimed the Captain, clasping the young beauty in his arms, and imprinting a dozen luscious kisses on her lips.
In fact his proceedings were becoming so very forcible that Rosa was obliged to tell him the blinds were up, and that they must be getting near their destination, if it was in London at all; and finally that she did not want her hair and her mauve silk dress more tumbled than it was.
Captain Torrant assured her that this was a matter of no consequence, and that it would not be noticed; that even if it were, the good-natured ladies and gentlemen to whom he would introduce her would take it all as a matter of course, and promised that she would have an elegant dinner and a merry evening.
To these allurements Rosa made no son of objection, merely striking a bargain with Captain Torrant that she should be sent back to Mrs.
Moreen's in good time, for as the girl very sensibly observed, a night's pleasure was all very well. She was duly sensible of Captain Torrant's admiration, and the loving affection he had shown to her, but still it would never do to run the risk of losing Mr. Bonham's favour and protection, which would be inevitably the case, if she were reported absent from the Academy all night.
Now with a different kind of girl, Captain Torrant would have felt disposed to treat an interloper between nun and his uncle's favour by fucking her as hard as he could, and allowing any of his dissipated companions, who they were about to meet, to do what they liked with her. A little sodomy might be the prescription suitable to the development of her faculties and rump-hole-and then having given her as much wine (and a trifle more) than was good for her-leave her to find her way to Clapham as best she could or go to the devil, if this proceeding suited her better. But Rosa was such a sweet, pretty girl, and she surrendered her delicious young charms to him with such a tender grace, that the Captain, moved by emotions of gratitude for the luscious fuck he had just enjoyed, and with a lively sense of expectation of fucks to come, not only during the present evening, but when Miss Fielding became his uncle's mistress, vowed and declared with all sincerity, that she should be delivered safe and sound at Clapham Academy.
He reflected that the money for his Majority was deposited; that his cousin's hand was promised to him; and he knew his uncle better than to suppose he would not give his daughter a handsome dowry, which with the money she had inherited from her mother, and his pay and private means, would make them very well off indeed.