“Yes, Emory,” she added, “you are right. I have also often had the same thoughts in mind.”
“But,” added his lordship, coming back to solid earth and shaking the ashes from his cigar, “it is peculiar, Ethel. I have often wondered what it was that caused Harold to be the way he was. The lessons that he gave you formed you firmly indeed!”
“Truly!” shuddered Ethel, glancing around, her eyes round and bright.
“I am worse if anything, Emory! I could hardly wait until I arrived here, and now I am trembling from head to foot! I am afraid! Yet I desire! I know that there is nothing that will assuage my feelings except this dreadful ritual! Emory, how you must hate me. I do not see why you allow me to come again and again! I appreciate what you have done for me in this matter and hope to repay you in time.”
“Tut, tut, Ethel!” said his lordship, drawing cards from the table drawer. “Come, we will play cards.”
He dealt off cards to each of them and she gathered up her cards and twitched uneasily.
“I suppose it is unnecessary to speak of the forfeit?” said Lord Roxboro in a meaningful tone.
Continuing this conversation he said, “I want you to be especially careful about yielding up the forfeit because in this instance, the forfeit that is to be won is the one thing that interests me most of all.”
“Oh, Emory,” she cried, throwing her cards to the table, “let us not waste time with this sickening formula; I wish to avoid it, I really do. I am on edge and beg you to dispense with formalities arid proceed directly to action.”
Lord Roxboro replied, “We should concentrate our attention and energies on producing something that will be really satisfying. Nothing should stop us from doing that. We ought to get a good job done tonight. You know that which I told you a long time ago: haste destroys pleasure. The more an agreeable sensation is stretched or drawn, the greater and longer will be the pleasure. All the things that I require you to do will interest you as well as please you to the utmost degree. Now, you wouldn't simply like to dash in here, relieve yourself as hastily as possible and then rush madly away. No, you are going to be really satisfied tonight. I feel sure you are,” he continued, “for although I derive great pleasure from all these indulgences, the king of the pleasure is the pleasure that is drawn out.
“Now, my dear,” he went on, “as far as I can see, there should be nothing that should come between our enjoyment or in any way curtail it. Still, sometimes the most insignificant thing, the most obscure occurrence, may destroy or frustrate the most carefully laid plans or wreck the most important undertaking. You should not pay any attention to your foolish inhibitions or your childish delusions. They will do nothing except thwart you in attaining your dearest desires. I realize to some extent your attitude in this matter, but don't let it cause you any annoyance, much less regrets. After all is said and done, life is very short and once we are dead, dear, we shall be dead for a very long time. We now enjoy ourselves as of yore-just you and I-with no one else to bother us or even spy on us.” Here he winked slyly with the eye farthest away from Mrs. Bates as he looked toward the peepholes through which were peeping Caroline and Freda, two earnest spectators if ever there were.
Yes, indeed, his lordship was a very adroit diplomat, especially when it came to the members of the fair sex.
“What have you in that bag, my dear,” queried Lord Roxboro, motioning with his head in the general direction of the bag that lay on the table.
“Oh,” she answered, “a number of things that I picked up here and there that I thought would interest you, but do not use all of them!” Saying this, she laid a diamond-beringed hand on his arm and pressed it very affectionately. “You would not use them all, Emory, would you? Really I could not stand it! Promise me?” she begged, looking earnestly and entreatingly into his eyes.
“Tut, tut,” said Lord Roxboro, “I promise nothing. I will not enter into arrangements that concern me deeply with my eyes blindfolded. I will do in this case exactly as I see fit! Now lock the door, Ethel!
“Lock the door, Ethel,” he cried a little more sharply. “Do as I tell you, otherwise it will be the worse for you. Lock that door immediately!”
Ethel flew to the door and slipped the bolt into its receptacle and returned to his lordship. He rose to his feet and flicking off his coat a few specks of cigar ash, suddenly seized her roughly in his arms and kissed her brutally, as was his wont, while her arms passed around his neck as their lips met and trembled upon each other.
She was facing the door behind which Caroline and Freda were eager spectators and her back rested against the table in the center of the room.
The two watchers behind the door seemed to be riveted to the peepholes. They only moved their positions- and then only very slightly-when the things they heard and saw so aroused their passions that they were forced to abuse themselves until relief came.
His lordship pressed Mrs. Bates back over the table and pressed his lips to hers.
Her awkward position brought her skirts high up on her legs and Caroline wondered at the perfect expanse of ankle and silken-clad calf that was revealed in her struggles.
They saw his lordship's hand rise to her waist, and an ominous rip of tearing cloth was heard as he pinioned her arm to the table.
“He has her breasts out,” whispered Caroline excitedly. The sight of this semi-rape affected her so profoundly that she spent, the limpid substance seeping out between her lips and down onto her pearllike thighs.
“Yes,” whispered Freda, “he tore her waist open! Look, everything is showing!”
His lordship continued his delicious manipulations with her wonderfully formed breasts until finally he felt a deep spasm within him and his semen spurted out of his instrument in several sharp spurts into his trousers, covering his thigh with a glutinous substance.
Finally he rose from her.
She struggled to her feet, her two beautiful breasts now plainly visible to the eyes of the two fascinated onlookers, and made a start as if for the door.
“No, you don't,” cried his lordship, seizing her by the arms and dragging her away from the door, the selfsame door that concealed his two nieces. “Come here, my sweetheart, I have use for you yet.
“Do not imagine,” he continued, “that you will be let off so lightly. Really you should know me better after all these years, especially knowing me since we were both tiny infants.
“You should realize,” he added, “that there is much work for us to do tonight.”
Mrs. Bates gave vent to what the listeners thought was a despairing cry and sank back into his lordship's arms.
One hand pulled up her dresses, revealing to the two hidden girls the entire expanse of her legs; the bare flesh above the stocking top was clearly visible in the darkness of her somber silken garments.
He moved his hand about up under her clothes and the onlookers divined that he was frigging her charm of joy.
She squirmed and twisted beneath his touch and clung closely to him.
Evidently his lordship had moved her purposely in this position so that his nieces would see the entire play of her thighs, because as he frigged her, he moved her to one side and allowed them to view her swaying form, with his hand touching here and there upon the lower portion of her belly.
He withdrew his hand and pushing her roughly into a chair, walked to a closet in the comer of the room, and busied himself in dragging forth a table of such type as the girls had never in their lives before laid eyes on. It was a most unusual table, to say the very least, being of curious design and furnished with various and divers appurtenances.
It was encumbered with straps and braces that were arranged upon it in a most peculiar manner.
Both the girls wondered what his lordship was going to do with it. However, it was not long before they were enlightened.
Ethel lay precisely as his lordship had pushed her, her skirts still above her waist, her legs widely opened, and her breasts hanging forth from their confines.
Due to the posture that Caroline saw her in, she thought that she must have fainted.
However, as his lordship's dragged her to her feet, she opened her eyes and swayed as if about to fall.
“Off with your clothes!” he cried, looking determinedly at her.
“Not too hard, now, Emory,” she pleaded as she proceeded to unbutton her waist.
His lordship replied with a slap across her face that caused her to pale, reel, and almost fall.
Her face reddened from the blow and she turned instinctively away from him in order to shield herself.
“Come now,” he said grimly. “Faster!”
