letter. Now, Carl, you first, come here and sign.” He pointed to the paper. Carl approached tremblingly and extended his nervous hand to take the pen that Lord Roxboro held out. With fear and trembling, he affixed his scrawly signature to the document.
“Now, Caroline, you are next.”
She advanced with trembling knees and affixed her signature to the document, then, breathing a sigh of relief and almost fainting, she dropped the pen from her trembling hand and weakly wobbled back to her seat.
“Tarry here a little, I'm not finished with you both,” said Lord Roxboro. “There is more for both of you.” Going to the alcove, he soon returned with a camera and a tripod.
Adjusting this in the center of the room, he busied himself in various preparations about the machine.
Carl and Caroline watched Lord Roxboro with wonder-filled eyes not unmixed with apprehension. Finally everything was arranged and adjusted to his satisfaction.
“Come here, Caroline, and you also, Carl,” he commanded and motioned to the space directly in front of the machine.
They both sprang with alacrity to obey him and sought out the place designated. They stood there while his lordship busied himself with peeking through the lens and moving it about and adjusting it various ways until he gained the desired position. Finally uncovering his head, he looked over the camera at them and remarked:
“Now, children, what I am going to have you both do will be extremely easy, and confidentially I am of the opinion that you will both relish it to a surprising degree. Now, Caroline, you are to open the flap in front of Carl's pants, and take out that prong of his that you were so merrily bouncing on in the barn today. Quick, girl, get it out before it swells and we have to cut the top of his pants off.”
Caroline paled visibly and made a faint motion of protest:
“I'll take it out myself, Master Roxboro,” said the gallant Carl, wishing to spare Caroline the humiliation, and he made as if to unloosen the flap of his trousers.
“Silence,” roared his lordship. “Come, Caroline, take this succulent morsel out.”
“Oh, uncle, please do not ask me to do this. I can't!”
Carl was fumbling with the buttons of his pants when Lord Roxboro sternly stood up and commanded Caroline to listen.
Carl immediately dropped his hand and stood expectantly. “As I remarked, Carl, it is unnecessary for you to bother yourself about taking out your valiant bolus. Girls are better adapted to this sort of thing. They love to handle it.” He spoke in a silken, soft tone of voice to Carl.
“Most girls are particularly adept in the art of molding and caressing our feverish prongs. Come, Caroline, do as I tell you. This very instant, take it out, grab that charming piece of meat.”
“Yes, uncle,” murmured Caroline, reaching over hastily and unfastening the few buttons of Carl's pants and inserting her small, dainty hand into the depths of his trousers.
Lord Roxboro's eyes lit up with anticipation, and he quickly stepped to Carl's side, where he sized up Carl's glowing pintle.
“Ah! not so bad,” mused Lord Roxboro as he surveyed the magnificent prong, which was fully as large and robust-looking as the one that hung between his own legs.
“Ah, Caroline. I'll wager that jock did not quickly release you in the barn. Come, open his trousers fully and drag out his golden balls! Open them so that I can see all of his glorious root, balls and all! Hurry, Caroline.”
And Caroline quickly tore at the pants and lifted out all his genitals, displaying the huge and vigorous testicles, covered with stiff hair.
Lord Roxboro surveyed them with the air of a judge about to award a prize, and indeed it would be difficult not to betray admiration, for it is doubtful if anywhere in “Merrie England” one could find as perfect a prong and as hardy a bag of “nuts.”
Then he turned to Carl and remarked, “We mustn't deprive you of amusement. Lift up Carrie's dress and open up her drawers so her pretty perfumed garden will be visible to our gaze.”
Carl reached and lifted up Caroline's dress, meeting with no resistance from her. Frightened as she was, the girl dared offer no obstacle to his groping hand. He reached out for the dress and with one hand held it upon her bosom, while with the other he reached down and parted the crack in her drawers, and looked up at the lord to see if he was satisfied.
He stood for a moment gazing at Caroline's exposed arquebus as she stood there with her hands over her face, holding her thighs tightly together and backing away from Carl's exploring hand. He evidently took extreme delight in searching out her most sensitive parts, causing the head of his rigid pintle to glow and appear as if it were on the point of exploding.
Caroline tightened her legs together and moved back. His lordship noticed the trifling movement and said:
“Come, come, Caroline, this will never do. Spread your legs apart, and push your thighs upward now. Open them wider. Come now, a little speed. Now take Carl's prong with one hand, holding it over to one side, and take your other hand off your face. You, Carl, put a finger in Caroline's slit and push yourself forward, so your balls are in full view. Ah, there, that is right. That is indeed much better. Come, Caroline, do not hold that glorious prick as if it were a dead fish. Take a firm hold of it as if you were about to gobble it. Look agreeably astonished and surprised at the treat in store for you. Register satisfaction, my dear, and you, Carl, gaze with more devotion at the wet coosie that you are fingering. Look as if you were bursting with desire to bounce upon it and drain it to the last delicious drop. That's it, that is more like it. Come, attention.” And “Boom, boom” went the explosive powder of the camera. A streak of flame flashed out in the pan, a streak of light filled the air, blinding them both. Carl, astonished, relinquished his hold on Caroline and she with a little shriek dropped his pintle, which immediately commenced to subside from fright, and when the smoke of battle cleared away they found that his lordship was clearing away the plate from the camera.
“Ah, my babes in the barn. I'll wager that I will have a nice picture here that will come in handy. If I ever have occasion to use it,” he remarked, carrying away the plate to his room.
Carl and Caroline immediately arranged their clothes, and when his lordship entered, he motioned them to seat themselves.
“Now children, we understand each other. You are both to henceforth do just as I say, and if you are obedient I give you another chance. However, I am not through with either of you as yet, and it is my intention to make it rather warm for both of you later on. For the present this will do. Carl, you may go,” and at this Carl hopped lively out of the door, and Caroline listened to him swiftly descending the stairs.
Roxboro remained for a moment in deep study; then lifting his massive head, he surveyed Caroline. Arising from his chair, he stood over her and after a moment placed his hand upon her head; then he raised her chin and looked into her eyes and, bending down, kissed her.
Caroline had not expected this. She actually thought her uncle was about to force her to undergo some further humiliation or torture. This kiss, coming so unexpectedly, caused such a shudder of surprise and delight to run through her frame that she bowed her head and burst into tears.
She cried as if her little heart would break. Big sobs racked the delicate frame and large tears rolled unheeded from her cheeks.
Lord Roxboro made no attempt to stem this tide and flow of anguish, but simply turned on his heel with a military movement and strode about the room, his hands clasped behind the back.
He patiently walked about until her sniffles conveyed to him that the shower was over.
“Oh, uncle! uncle!” she sobbed, clasping his hand as he sauntered by. “Open your heart to me, please do not be so cruel. If you only knew how I felt when you asked me to stand there with that boy's thing in my hand and my skirts high up in the air, so that he could feel me all over. I thought I would die of shame when he inserted his finger into my coosie.”
“Ah, and then you cry over it,” mused Lord Roxboro. “Human nature certainly is manifesting its way peculiarly in these parts of England.”
Walking to the side of the library, he reached for the long velvet cord and pulled the bellrope.
Whereupon Marie responded and he requested that she immediately seek out Freda and inform her that her presence was desired in the library.
Upon Freda's appearance, he motioned her to a seat beside Caroline, and Freda, after a glance at the sobbing creature, sat down quietly.
