freedom of the house, mingling freely with the guests who came to select a girl for their entertainment-sometimes myself, sometimes one of the other inmates. There passed before my eyes a procession of ghouls, beasts, perverts, and degenerates that is repugnant to even think about, and I would repeat to you some of the practices, the devices, the unnatural acts that were used to bring about the culmination of the sexual pleasures of these loathsome creatures.
“Sufficient to say, however, my opportunity finally came to escape. Assuming that I had become thoroughly cowed, the landlady of this horrible place gradually neglected her careful watch of me, and one night, seeing an opportunity, I secured some clothing, rifled her cashbox, and made my escape. After some further trifling experiences, I finally secured employment with yourself, my lord, and you know the rest of the story.”
“Well, you surely did have an experience!” remarked his lordship.
“Yes, and I hope your lordship won't hold it against me too much; after all, I am a weak woman and there was nothing I could do to prevent the terrible happenings I have just told you of.”
“Of course not, my dear; I wouldn't think of blaming you in the least,” replied the lord. “You certainly have related an interesting narrative and I really do feel deeply sorry for you. But all that is past and gone now, my dear; your life here should be very pleasant and serene by contrast.”
“Yes, my lord,” she replied. Lord Roxboro gave vent to a deep sigh. The recital of the beautiful maid had aroused a terrible furor in his parts, which he had withdrawn from his trousers and now exposed to view in a fine state of hardness. Drawing Marie close to him, he motioned her to encircle with her tiny hands the throbbing hugeness of his red, swollen staff, which the maid proceeded to do immediately.
Caroline, an eager watcher and listener at her post beyond the door, had listened to the maid's story with amazement. It seemed hardly credible, yet the girl had told her story with a candor which discounted any possibility of its being a sordid fairy tale for the edification of the master. She wondered if human beings could do the things described by Marie, yet was much excited and interested at the recounting of her various adventures; her finger was busy in that throbbing slit, which she had been manipulating just sufficiently to keep herself in a pleasant state of rapture without bringing on an orgasm.
Marie, whose nature was so warm that but little was needed to excite her to the utmost, leaned against her master and glued her lips to his, while her dainty fingers massaged and squeezed his mighty rod; his own fingers explored her cleft of love and titillated and massaged the little button of joy therein concealed. They lay thus a moment, seemingly merged together; then the lord recovered himself and, pushing the maid slightly away, remarked:
“Marie, your recital, pregnant as it was with all those detailed attacks and ravishments of your form, has aroused in me some strange and unnatural desires. I would like very much to subject you to some of the performances you have described. Particularly I have in mind one certain spot in your body which arouses in me a desire to have connection with!” So saying, he passed his hands around the body of the beautiful girl and, furling up her dress in the back, began to mold and press her broad, firm buttocks, which seemed to tremble beneath his touch.
Marie divined his thought instantly. Bending her blushing head upon his breast as his eager hands manipulated the satin cheeks on her posterior, she said in a low voice, “Oh, sir, I know what you want to do; that part of me is very sensitive and small and I feel sure you will hurt me, but I love you and I want to prove it, so if you want to do that to me you may do so. But please, sir, promise not to be any rougher than you have to be, will you?”
“Oh, I won't hurt you, sweet,” he replied. “Come, come! Aren't you willing to give me my pleasure? I thought you were willing to do whatever I wanted.” With which, he grasped the girl by the shoulders, turned her around and laid her face down upon the couch.
The lustful lord, seeming in no hurry to enjoy the enticing pleasures promised by the sight which was thus exposed to view, stood back for a moment in contemplation of those delightful charms. He then approached the couch and his fingers began to caress and pat the milk-white globes of the girl's buttocks. Drawing the cheeks apart, the salacious lord inspected that small brown orifice which nestled between the fat cheeks and which was soon to be the recipient of his ironlike staff. He wondered how such a small mouth could receive the swelling circumference of his turgid rod. The girl, her buttocks moving slowly from side to side, lay otherwise quite passive and patient, awaiting the onslaught of her ravisher.
A sudden idea striking the lord, he drew out into the middle of the room a large chest upon which he placed some cushions, then directed Marie to place herself upon it.
“Why, sir, what do you intend to do?” she asked.
“Are you afraid, dear?” he asked.
“Oh, no, sir! I guess not,” she replied.
Lord Roxboro pushed the willing girl over to the chest, where she lay down upon her belly, her legs astride the chest, her skirts pulled well up over her back, thus exposing her entire private parts to the gaze of the enraptured nobleman.
“Oh, sir, I know you will hurt me terribly with that big thing of yours, so please, sir, go easy. I am so small back there, so please go slow and carefully; you will ruin me if you push it in too fast or too hard.”
“Oh, I'll be careful, dear,” replied the man. But going to the comer of the room, he secured some cords from the window hangings, with which he now began to fasten the girl's wrists to the comer of the chest.
“Oh, sir, you don't need to tie me; honestly, I won't fight or anything,” she pleaded. He merely laughed and proceeded with his labors: having bound the girl's wrists securely, he next tied her ankles to the chest, and then passing the rope about the small of her back, he lashed her helpless body tightly to the chest.
This action frightened the helpless girl. She begged the lustful man to release her, promising to make no outcry or struggle, to permit him to work his will upon her, if he would only release her, to all of which the passion-maddened man replied with a laugh.
“Marie,” he finally said, “your tale of bondage in that brothel has filled me with some strange thoughts. You have told me of the various men who have had to do with you, and of their practices; the idea intrigues me and I am now going to practice upon you some of the performances you have described. You are my property; I intend to exercise upon you the right of ownership. I think I will mark you as my property, first of all.”
“Mark me?” the girl wailed. “Oh, my lord, what do you mean?”
“Oh, I won't hurt you; I am simply going to make you so that anyone seeing you from now on will know you are my property. Be still, you silly little fool; I am not going to hurt you!”
With that the man proceeded to the bathroom, returning in a moment with a small bottle and a brush. The girl, twisting her head about, noted his actions and immediately started to weep. “Oh, sir, you are going to hurt me, I know you are; you are going to put acid on me, or something; please, sir, oh please, sir, don't do it!”
“Nonsense, you little twit,” replied the lord. “This is simply iodine; it won't hurt you in the least. Now shut up or I will give you a hearty smacking on your arse.”
The girl now lay passive, sobbing pitifully. The lord inspected her and, deciding he had not sufficient space upon which to perform his artistic operation, suddenly reached out, caught the girl's clothing, and ripped it from her back! She quivered and lay still, saying nothing.
She now lay, dormant and helpless, her dimpled back exposed to the man's view. He dipped the brush in the bottle of iodine and stood considering what his artistic efforts should be.
He started to painting upon the girl's back. Upon the ivory whiteness of her back, in large brown letters, he inscribed the following:
PROPERTY OF LORD ROXBORO! RETURN TO OWNER!
Finishing his task, he stepped back and inspected it. Putting his bottle and brush to one side, he once more bent his view to the girl's backside. His tool, during his lettering operations, had somewhat shrunken, although still about half-hard. Moving in front of the girl, he brought his member in front of her face. “Take it, sweet; get it hard and leave it nice and wet for me.” Passing his hands under her body he played with her breasts; her busy mouth soon brought his organ to a fulsome state of firmness; he withdrew it from her lips, dripping with saliva, and placed the head of his enormous prong against the little brown opening of her anus.
The feat was difficult, but it was soon accomplished. The giant red head of his bolus slowly forced apart the protecting muscles of her sphincter and slowly entered the domain until the entire head was hidden from sight.
