which embarrassed the girl without seeming to provoke a response in kind. Holding her flaming face close, he kissed her entire countenance, her eyelids, her rosy cheeks, her wildly throbbing temples. Finally, loosening his arm from about her neck, he lifted his head, his sensual eyes almost starting from their sockets, and allowed his beautiful and panting charge to relax.
“Oh, uncle, uncle! Your kisses,” she murmured, as if about to swoon fairly away. “Your kisses, they seem to bum me so.” Lord Roxboro by this time was in a perfect ferment of delirious passion; he held the tender girl close to him and dropping an eager and trembling hand to the front of her dress, squeezed and molded the two swelling orbs that seemed to be strained as if to the bursting point. The confining hands held their perfect contours and squeezed them through the silken coverings. Caroline, her maidenly modesty aroused, strove with a weak hand to push this intruder away from her orbs of womanhood, but found her tiny fingers, like so many little white captives, enmeshed in her uncle's much larger and stronger digits.
“No, uncle! No! No! I beg of you,” she murmured in a low tone of voice as she snuggled about in an endeavor to evade his touches. “You must not-you must not touch me there. Oh, please don't!”
“Are you seeking an excuse to have me drive both yourself and your sister away from this house, from under my care? To have you sent to the poorhouse, where by right you belong?” he breathed, his voice hoarse with suppressed passion as he still fondled her breasts through the tight coverings.
“No! No!” murmured Caroline, this dread picture causing her to give vent to an involuntary shudder of fear. “We want to both stay here with you, uncle. But, uncle, you know it is not right for you to feel my person in this manner. Please let me go.”
“Silence, girl,” cried Lord Roxboro. “I will be very gentle with you and promise not to hurt you in the least-I merely wish to see how you have grown since I last saw you, my dear girl.”
“But, uncle-” she remonstrated as he unfastened the clasps that held the upper portion of her gown and allowed the front of it to descend, exposing her silken chemise and inserting his hand, caressed in its smooth warmness the panting bare flesh of her tender bosom. “Oh please, uncle, I beg of you,” she cried, and raising her hand, she endeavored to replace her dress, covering his hand in the attempt as he wildly tweaked and pressed and molded her tender pulsating globes.
Despite the beseeching looks from her eyes, turning toward him as if for succor, he continued his manipulations and handlings, and seizing one of the struggling girl's bubbies between his strong fingers, he drew it entirely out of its cosy covering and allowed it, naked and quivering, to lie bare before his sensual and lascivious gaze. Bending over her flaming face, he kissed her repeatedly and passionately. Transferring his attentions to her coral lips, he caressed them repeatedly; titillating the snowy surface of her bosom with his fingers, he held her to his bosom firmly.
The young girl struggled and kicked about in a wild desire to escape the hot burning caresses that were forced upon her by her passionate relative, and wildly beat her tiny hands against the head that was buried in her snowy bosom, his lips seeking out a standing nipple and biting the strawberry tip in gentle constriction. Lord Roxboro, compelled to desist for a moment, allowed her to escape from his embrace, and she sprang to her feet and, throwing herself upon the couch, burst into tears that would have melted a heart of iron.
Her cruel uncle, far from pitying her whom in his passionate desires he had forced to submit to so many strange feelings that had heretofore been unknown to her, surveyed the tearful beauty as she lay there, sobbing as if her heart would break. To his sensual mind she presented a lovely picture as she lay there, her clothing in disorder, her skirts reefed up about her adorable legs, displaying an expanse of well-turned calf; and after viewing this scene for a moment or two he spoke gently to the weeping maiden.
“Caroline! Caroline! Look at me, I want to talk to you.”
“Oh, uncle, uncle,” she sobbed. “I never thought you would treat me in this nasty way.”
“Caroline!” he said in a stern voice. “Do not act like a silly child; do you want me to instantly turn you out of the house, out on the road, into the cold, cruel world? Or do you prefer to do as I wish? Come, answer me at once. Do you want to remain here, with your sweet sister, or do you want to go?”
“Yes, uncle,” she sobbed after an interval. “I want to stay here, but oh, I wish you wouldn't embarrass me so by making me submit to these things that you have been doing-you know I can't leave here-we would have nowhere to go and you really oughtn't to take advantage of me in this way.”
“Well and good,” cried Lord Roxboro, “that's more like a sensible girl. Dry those foolish tears and come over here to me.
The girl slowly arose from the couch and walked hesitantly over to her uncle, the tears still streaming from her reddened eyes.
“Stand here,” he ordered, “directly in front of me.” He spread his legs and drew her to him. Reaching up, he again drew forth the beautiful rounded breasts, allowing them to stand forth wantonly from her open dress. The girl was embarrassed and, closing her eyes, she turned her head, overcome with modesty and shame at this exposure of her maidenly charms.
Lord Roxboro, passing an arm about her pliable lower form, drew the unresisting girl close to him. She held her arms close to her sides, her tiny fists tightly clenched, but when his hot hand fell to her calf and began to stroke her leg, she attempted to draw away.
“No, Caroline,” he soothed, “we have been all over that. Now, bear in mind if my patience is exhausted, something dire will be the consequence; stand close to me and allow me to have my pleasure and it will soon be over.”
She made no reply, simply hoping the ordeal would soon be over. He grasped the silken clad leg in his hand and, moving the fingers slowly upward, marveled at the magnificent proportions of her well-rounded calf. She squirmed slightly under this manipulation of her lower extremities but made no resistance. Passing his hand slowly up to her knee, he dallied for a moment with her garter buckle; then higher and higher he passed his hot hand, caressing the smooth, warm, tender flesh of her upper thigh, which was open to his touch beneath the lower protecting hem of her drawers.
She withstood his indecent explorings for a moment, then pulled herself away from him with a cry, pushing down the front of her dress, which had been raised during his pawing, and then rushing once more to the couch, she threw herself thereon and burst into tears.
This action exasperated the lord almost to frenzy. His prong now at fever heat, he was impatient with this stubborn virgin who could not be touched.
Leaping from his seat he pursued the unhappy maiden. “Ha! Proud pauper that you are! I will have you and your sister thrown out of this house at once. Your protestations of obedience come from the lips only-you have no intention of obeying me in any matter that does not meet your approval. Very well, then. Out with you. Get your sister and take yourselves out of this house, out into the world, and see what sort of treatment you will receive there. You treat your uncle as though he were an animal or a vile being. See if the world will give you any better treatment, once you are out of here. Get your sister and get out, both of you, this instant. I won't bother with such a stubborn creature as you seem to be!”
“No, uncle, no, no!” she cried, tears streaming down her lovely face as she looked upward into his frowning countenance. “I will do as you say, I really will-you embarrassed me, that is all. Please don't turn us out into the world, and I will do anything. Please give me just one more chance!”
“Well,” he growled, “one and only one more will you have, you brazen hussy.” Pulling her roughly to her feet his eyes burning with desire, he drew her closely to him. “I will take no chances with you this time, young lady! Go to your room immediately and bring me that hairbrush from your dresser! Quick!”
The frightened girl flew to her room and returned immediately with the silver-mounted hairbrush, which she handed to her uncle. Seating himself as before, he commanded the frightened and trembling maiden to come to him and stand as she had before, directly before him. Laying the brush on the taboret beside his chair, he again introduced his hand under her garments and began to toy with her limbs.
She stood perfectly still, too frightened to move or remonstrate. As his wanton hand strayed up her thigh, touching her bare skin, she gave a little shudder. His nervous hands explored her person, caressing the warm and rounded thighs, and then ventured toward that portion of her person which contained her most secret and delightful charms. As his hand touched her lower belly, her body involuntarily shrunk as she attempted to close her legs upon the sensitive grotto in an effort to defend herself against this rough invader. Wiggle and twist as he would, he found it impossible to introduce his fingertips between her tightly pressed thighs in order to touch her maidenhead. Abandoning his attempt at her crevice, his hand wandered upward toward her belly. Grasping the waistband of her
