has ever tempted man. To gain its favours he has run frightful risks and ventured his all; — fortune, reputation and even his life. When, in the Twentieth Century, history comes to be written without fear, mystery or falsehood, the recital of the virgins violated, the matrons taken by force, and even of old women sacrificed to unbridled lust, will excite the pity and indignation of soberer mankind. The wonder of it all is that while women have always dreaded the penis-thrusts of the male, they have been unable in the majority of cases even when taken by force, to avoid sharing the fierce joy of the orgasm thereby produced. From the fresh-faced servant girl slung on her back in the kitchen, to the haughty-browed queen, futtered in the shadow of the throne, history teaches the one lesson of the persistent fascination and subserviency of the Coynte of woman to the imperious needs of man.
It is time now to return to the ardent painter and reluctant lady playing at hide and seek in the train.
When the train pulled up with such a sudden jerk, Brandon was at first inclined to suppose that an accident had taken place, and apparently the same thought had struck the lady, for the pistol dropped from her grasp, and she appeared to have swooned.
His first act was to lift her veil and look at her face, which he found to be even more beautiful than he had anticipated. Her beauty was of quite a different type to Maud, and he was well aware that even if he should bring the adventure to a favourable termination he was not likely to find his new acquaintance such an adept in the pleasing sports of love as his wife was, but at any rate she was certainly very pretty, and he judged from her conduct that she would be quite as willing to feel his standing tool lodged between her thighs as he was to put it there, for he believed that the revolver which had fallen from her grasp was only a trick to try him, and that if he had been really frightened by it she would probably have been more disappointed than he would.
He was still holding her in his arms, when a light flashed in his eyes. He looked down and saw that it proceeded from the lantern carried by the guard, who was walking up the line to the engine to find out what was the matter.
It flashed across Brandon's mind that he must look rather peculiar holding a woman in his arms, but it would have made matters worse if he had shouted out an explanation, which would have been overheard in the next carriage; besides it did not really matter, for the guard would not know that they were not a newly-married couple.
He, however, gently placed the lady on a seat, and when a couple of minutes later the guard came back again he asked what was the matter?
“It's all right, sir,” replied the official. “A truck came detached from a goods train and got on the main line, but it was seen, and the signal set against us just in time, but we had to pull up pretty sharp. The line is being cleared and We shall go on again in a minute.
In fact at that moment a sharp whistle came from the engine, and the guard who appeared to be about to say something more, hurried back as fast as he could to his van.
Brandon turned once more to the lady, who still appeared to be in a swoon. He pressed his burning lips to hers, but she did not open her eyes. He began to be a little bit frightened, and thought the best thing to do would be to open her dress. He did so and disclosed a neck white as alabaster, and a bosom covered by a fine chemise trimmed with lace. He pulled this down as far as he could, and brought to view two small but beautifully round breasts, just showing their little pink nipples above the corset which confined them.
He would have been more than mortal if he could have refrained from kissing these soft white warm globes, the very touch of which sent an electric thrill all through him.
The lady sighed, but still her eyes did not open, and one of her feet dropped to the ground.
Brandon who was kneeling by her side, had not seen many women faint, but he thought that in the stillness of unconsciousness she looked even more beautiful than when her eyes were open.
Whilst he was still gazing at her, he was glad to hear the whistle of the engine, and feel the train once more move on. He had made up his mind to possess this woman, but he guessed that if she should come to and find herself being raped, she would struggle and scream. If the train were going at full speed her cries would not be heard amidst the loud rattle and din made by the express, but, of course, it would be madness to attempt to violate her whilst the train was standing still, as her cries would bring the guard and some of the passengers to her assistance, arid not only would he be unable to effect his purpose, but he would certainly be arrested, and in all probability sentenced to a long term of imprisonment, rape being an offence which the judges regard as one of the most serious offences which a man can commit.
It was therefore a relief to him to find that in a minute or two the train was running faster than ever, the driver no doubt wishing to make up for lost time.
Brandon carefully turned back her skirt, and the fine linen petticoats underneath it, exposing to view a pair of well-shaped legs encased in black silk stockings, and encircled by very natty-looking garters with red bows. Just above each of these garters was a frill of that lace which ladies call “insertion” — probably because the sight of it, in that particular place, so often leads to insertions of another kind.
Pulling apart her thighs as gently as though he were touching a sleeping child, he saw with pleasure that the slit of her drawers was a large one. The charms he sought were, however, hidden from his eyes by a chemise of the finest cambric. Carefully lifting this, he saw before his entranced eyes, now gleaming with lust, a forest of golden brown curly hair which extended, in a triangular shape from the line where the thighs join the body, all over the lower part of the belly. At the apex of this triangle, there peered through a thicker and curlier tuft of hair the pouting red lips of a pretty and very tempting looking abode of love.
To a man in the condition in which Brandon then was, this sight would have aroused all his sexual passions; uttering an exclamation of joy, he tore open his trousers, and there sprang out, ready for the fray, his huge member rearing aloft at the end of the big, straight hard column of muscle the round red gland which had hunted love through so many soft, damp, velvety caverns, and though exhausted by the chase, was ever ready to begin again after a short rest. At that moment the lady opened her eyes, and the first thing she caught sight of was the big machine prepared to impale her. Now if Mrs. Sinclair had, as she was at first inclined to do, consented to having a little “flutter” with Brandon, she would have been extremely pleased with the fine proportions of the member that was to give her the pleasure she anticipated. But, however much a woman may like that amusement which a novelist has defined as being “the best game for two,” she always makes her preliminary consent a sine qua non, and has a very decided objection to being forced. This is not unnatural, for if we received a man as a guest, and gave him a good dinner, and all that he could desire before he went away, we should certainly feel aggrieved if he came back in the night and tried to effect a burglarious entrance.
Mrs. Sinclair therefore did what any woman would have done under similar circumstances — she gave a little gasping cry, and tried to get up, but as Brandon was then kneeling between her legs, and just in the act of lowering his dart to the level of her love nest, she could not, of course, rise.
The painter had his eyes fixed on the haven for which he lusted, and was not aware until he felt her move that she had returned to consciousness. He at once realized that he had spoiled all chance of “having” her by her own free consent, and that the only thing to be done was to rape her. He instantly threw himself upon her, and by his sheer weight pinned her down to the seat. With his right hand he tried to cover her mouth and so prevent her screams, whilst with his left he grasped hold of his yard and endeavoured to direct it into her slit.
This was no easy matter, for she wriggled her buttocks about so furiously that it was impossible for him to effect an entrance. She struggled with all her might, and bit Brandon's hand till the blood came, but, fortunately for him his weight pressed nearly all the wind out of the little woman, and the loudest scream she could give was not heard amidst the rattle and din of the train that was flying at sixty miles an hour.
Mad with lust, he kept driving his powerful tool against her, bruising her thighs, the lips of her coynte, and her perineum, and once or twice as she squirmed about, the big head of Brandon's member came very near inserting itself in a hole that was certainly never intended to receive it.
Worn out and exhausted by her struggles, she at last lay panting and motionless, and Brandon took advantage of that, and slipping his right hand down, he opened the lips of her love-cleft with his left hand, whilst with the right he directed the head of his member in the way it should go, and lodged it in her.
As soon as she felt this, she gave a start that nearly dislodged him, and began another series of frantic wrigglings, one of which had the very reverse effect to what was intended, for as she arched up her buttocks that she might better be able to twist sideways and get rid of the intruder, Brandon gave a powerful downward lunge, and as the head of his tool was already within her lips, the double force sent two thirds of his big column into her vulva.
She knew then that he had won the game, and woman-like, burst into a flood of tears.
