to be more adventures forthcoming, resolved to take her station at her peephole and observe whatever might transpire in the library. Making excuses to Freda that she would be busy with some mending, she sent the child out into the grounds to play, and soon after Roxboro had gone up to the library, she also repaired to her own bedroom, where she took her station at the door, prepared to witness any happenings that might take place.
After a short wait she was rewarded. A knock sounded on the library door and upon Roxboro's calling “Come in,” the door opened and in stepped the bright-eyed Marie. “What did you wish me for, my lord?” the girl inquired.
“You are adorable, Marie,” said his lordship, drawing her to him and kissing her fervently. “I think I will have you again; it seems that I didn't get enough of you this morning.”
“My goodness, sir, but you surely must be strong!” cried Marie in surprise. Roxboro had opened the front of her waist and was by now massaging her firm breasts with one hand, while the other roamed about her back and down upon the round, firm, smooth globes of her posterior, which he massaged and patted as he held the girl tightly to him. “But let's get on with your story, Marie; you have me greatly interested and I would like to hear more of your adventures. Come, let us sit down.” And drawing her to the couch, they seated themselves.
“Where was I?” remarked Marie. “Oh yes, I had just been forced by that hideous old goat. Well, you can imagine how I felt. I was horrified at the thought that I had been guilty of laying with a man besides my lawfully wedded husband. The maid was busy wiping off the old buzzard's prong, and neither of them paid any attention to me. I ran about the room, seeking some means of escape, but there was no hope. I could find no opening of any kind through which I could hope to gain my freedom. I was nearly frantic.
“After having himself cleaned by the maid, the old man sat down upon a couch, motioning me to come and sit beside him. I refused, whereupon the maid came to me and seized my arm, twisting it in such a manner as to cause me great pain. I realized that any resistance in this house would be useless and would only cause me to be tormented, so decided to bear my fate as best I might. I went to the couch and seated myself by my aged ravisher.
“For the time being the old man contented himself with feasting his eyes upon my condition. My dress was torn-my breasts hung out naked, my skirts were rumpled and reefed above my knees. I must have presented a sorry sight indeed.
“My captor gazed at me for several moments; then, without the slightest warning, he struck me a sudden sharp blow with his tightly clenched right hand upon my exposed breast. The pain was excruciating. With a scream, I sprang to my feet, but the maid again clutched my wrist, twisting my arm behind me with such a sharp agony of pain that I sank to my knees. No use to attempt resistance-each movement I made only served to increase my agony as the brutal maid sharply twisted my aching arm.
“My lord, perhaps I had better cease my story here; the things that occurred afterward are too filthy and horrible to tell; I am sure your lordship would only be disgusted and repelled by hearing the rest of my story. My face bums even now as I think of the things I was forced to submit to by these two beasts in human form. Let me desist with my story at this time; it is almost too shameful to repeat!”
“No, Marie,” said the lord, her strange story having an exhilarating effect upon his degraded senses. “You must really continue, my girl; I am deeply interested in hearing the full tale of your wrongs; I feel deeply sorry for you and you may be sure your tale will meet with my sympathy; certainly nobody could blame you for things you were forced to endure against your will. So continue with your story, no matter how shocking; I won't hold it against you, you may be sure.” ~
“Oh, very well, then, sir; but it really is most embarrassing to me. However, as you say, I was forced to submit to this treatment, and it certainly was not of my own volition that I indulged in the scenes I will attempt to describe.”
Lord Roxboro's hand descended to a certain portion of the maid's person that was quite warm and throbbing, perhaps with the recollection of the experiences she had undergone. Her eyes sparkled and her breath came in quick short gasps. Her legs parted and her bottom shifted slightly in order to permit the lord's hot, exploring fingers to operate freely in that soft, sensitive portion of her passionate anatomy.
Caroline, from her vantage point at the door, eagerly listened for Marie's further disclosures. This tale of rape and persecution had held her spellbound and she hardly dared draw breath. She hoped she would be permitted to hear the tale to its conclusion, without interruption.
“Well, to go on,” continued Marie, “the old man continued, at intervals, to strike me upon the nipples. He seemed to enjoy my struggles to free myself from the iron grip of the brutal maid and seemed to take a fiendish delight in my agony. Pulling up my skirts, he next attempted to force his hand between my tightly clenched thighs. Determined to make what resistance I could to his foul attempts, I tightly clenched my legs together, kicking out viciously with my feet in an effort to forestall him. But with the maid twisting my arm cruelly and the old monster simultaneously violently pinching the bare flesh of my naked thighs, I was forced to relax my legs and permit his probing hand to dart within, where it immediately started to finger and titillate the still-moist crevice of my sex.
“You may be sure, sir, that after just having received a dose of his foul excretion, I did not relish the manipulations of his fingers as he distended and probed my quivering parts, but after all I am only human, and it was not long before I was beginning to have my passions again aroused by the manipulations, the soft teasing motions of his finger within my slit, rubbing gently upon mat bulge of feeling; the fleshy button soon throbbed and leaped and-I am ashamed to say-I was again in the throes of feminine desire!
“The tight grip of the muscular maid upon my arm was now unheeded; I was unable to feel it, and she, being a woman and knowing the sensations that the man's fingers must be engendering, allowed her hold to relax. My thighs were now open and widened to their fullest extent, my lower belly pushed far forward to receive his nervous touchings, and I lay back on the couch and gave myself up to that womanly ecstasy of passion!
“Wiggling and twisting my buttocks about, I felt as though I was about to reach my climax, when suddenly removing his finger, he slipped to the floor upon his knees and applied to my heated and salacious slit-oh, sir, I am ashamed to say this-he applied his hot, moist lips to my center of lust! This was something new and unheard of to me-an electric shock ran through my system-the intense passion that I felt at the touch of his lips caused me to cry out nervously; the tip of his tongue roamed searchingly about the nervous tissues of that center of pleasure; his tongue slipped between the lips of my heated crevice, causing me to shudder and writhe in heavenly pleasure! I groaned; I twisted; I squirmed about; my legs tightened on his head, clasping it tightly between my naked thighs, and as his busy lips and tongue titillated and inflamed my sexual parts, I knew that in an instant I should pour forth my charge of womanly dew!
“His tongue, burning like a flame, seemed to reach into and lick my very heart of hearts! Never before had I experienced such marvelous sensations! I was almost overcome in passion; the room spun around in circles and everything seemed to be going black before my eyes as I gave down my balm. I felt the grip of the maid on my arm; it was cruelly twisted about, causing an excruciating pain that almost overcame the lovely sensations I was enjoying in my lower parts.
“'Give down! Give down!' the maid whispered in my ear. 'Give it to him now! Hurry!”
“'Oh, I am giving down-I am coming-I am coming!' I almost screamed as the vile creature twisted my aching and almost paralyzed arm.
“'No, no, you fool!' she hissed into my ear. 'He wants you to give down to him-piss, you fool! Piss!'
“Oh, my lord, I am overcome with shame at the thought-I bum with modesty when I remember the vile things whispered into my ear by the now highly excited maid. The besotted old wretch of a satyr! The filthy, degraded monster! It seemed to me he was so worn out by his life of dissipation he was not satisfied with normal methods-I must micturate into his gaping throat. I blush at the thought of such animallike practices.”
Roxboro was madly excited at this glowing description of these perverted practices. “Go on, Marie, go on. What did you do? Tell me!”
“What could I do?” asked Marie-. “Forced by the pressure of the maid's arm, twisting my wrist until I was sure it would break, I sought to vent that sparkling stream-but alas, to no avail. The pulsating tongue of my seducer, lapping at my sexual membranes, causing them to open and close to each other due to the emotional crisis frustrated my attempts! Were I to die otherwise, I seemed helpless to pass the golden liquor he so much desired. I moaned from the pain of the twisting given to my arm and finally, nearly overcome, I cried: 'His tongue! His tongue! I simply cannot so long as he moves his tongue!'
“The old man, hearing my objection, ceased the thrusts and caresses of his burning member in its
