as her breasts trembled and shook like jelly.
Evidently the suction machine or whatever it was sucked the nipples repeatedly, and this was not without effect on their fair owner as she throbbed and shook and twined and untwisted her fingers in rapid succession under its devilish drawing in and out.
Trying to draw herself upward, it seemed that she strained at her bonds and lifted her buttocks from the table and moved her hips as if mad.
She continued to move and wiggle and undulate like an insane creature. She seemed almost godlike in her lissomeness. She writhed and strained furiously-up and down; backwards and forwards; side to side and in all manner of ways.
The effect on her of the sucking machine was most exhilarating and galvanic. It seemed to penetrate to her very soul. She thrilled and throbbed like a violin giving forth one long exquisite note!
Ah, such pleasure! Such incomparable pleasure! What joys there are to be obtained if one but knows how!
Caroline's eyes were glued upon Ethel's secret spot.
She looked at the lips as they quivered and closed spasmodically, the impudent clitty now standing proud, red, and shiny in all its glory!
Ethel's squirms grew faster!
A moan came from her and she fell back on her buttocks.
Caroline watched with fascinated eyes the opening and the shutting of those tender lips as a flow of sperm gushed gaily forth, rising in a little rill as it dewed her hair and settled on her thighs.
The pump still whirred and Caroline was filled with powerful emotions that she could never have expressed.
She held onto the framing of the door and felt as if she were about to faint!
Freda assisted her from the chair and to the bed, where Caroline threw herself and covered her face with her hands and quivered and shook.
Freda, feeling none too well herself, sensed the cause of her commotion, and ran a hot hand up under Caroline's dresses on her bare thigh to her grotto and found her sister in the act of spending.
The hot sperm bedewed her fingers and wrist as she searched out the magic spot, squeezed it, and rubbed it.
She pressed it gently here and there. She tugged a little, then pushed a little.
Caroline was enraptured.
Freda continued to titillate her willing sister.
Her fingers molded themselves over the soft moist flesh and ploughed gently through the quivering membranes.
She prodded and squeezed upward and then downward.
She pinched the delicate parts and twisted them this way and that.
With each little manipulation Caroline felt a fresh avalanche of passion!
She twisted and squirmed exotically.
Caroline was enraptured and thrilled beyond description.
Each slight movement of Caroline seemed to add zest to Freda's activities.
She prodded and pronged with increasing activity.
Finally with a little shudder Caroline pushed the industrious hand of her sister gently away.
“My sweet little sister,” she breathed, “I love you,” and drew Freda on the bed and kissed her.
Freda was quite excited herself.
She unbuttoned her drawers and with a finger sought out a spot that was causing her so much uneasiness and rubbed it fervently between her fingers.
She felt herself about to spend and, lying as closely as possible to Caroline, threw one arm about Caroline's neck and kissed her, while with the other she brought down her own flow of dew.
“Caroline! Oh! Caroline!” she whispered. “I came too, Caroline!”
She continued to rhapsodize. “I-Oh! Caroline, is it not a most wonderful feeling? Really, Caroline, I don't know how to describe it. Ah! If it would only last forever! I could easily spend all my life like this! Oh! If I could only do so! I would be the happiest woman on earth! Oh, Caroline, please play with my thing! Oh, I love it! I must have some more, I really must.”
“Why, Freda,” answered Caroline, in a tone of reproof that was so transparent that its insincerity would have been obvious to an infant, “I am most ashamed of you! How could you be so rude?”
“Oh, Caroline! Oh, Caroline! Oh, Caroline! I love you! Kiss me, Caroline!” she breathed intently.
Caroline kissed and soothed her sister as best she could.
After a short interval they both mounted their chairs again to observe what had occurred in their absence.
His lordship had just shut off the pumper and was in the act of removing the straps from about Ethel's body.
Ethel lay as white as snow, white and waxen as if in a dead faint while his lordship pulled the cords from beneath her wonderfully shaped body.
She made no motion as he lifted her up, falling back like a dead weight as he released her.
He gave a look toward the door that concealed his two nieces and, darting another look at the unconscious Ethel, sprang rapidly to the door of his room and said in a whisper: “Open!”
Both girls scrambled down from their chairs to open the door, and his lordship slipped inside.
He was still stark naked and his implement stood out like an iron rod.
“Did you like it?” He queried, kissing both the girls in rapid succession.
“Yes! Yes!” they replied in a chorus.
“This lady,” he added, “must be nearly killed every month or so! She likes to be treated this way! And to be spoken harshly to in the manner you heard.”
As he enlarged upon his topic, he added, “Her husband discovered her secret and always treated her in that manner, and since his death, I am the only one, with the exception of you two, that knows it. She always comes to see me when the longings become too intense. What you have seen so far is nothing! There is nothing that she does not want done to her. She likes nothing better than to be beaten, to be abused, to be humiliated in every possible way. The things that she brings in her handbag she brings with the sole object of being used on her. However, I must hurry back to her now, before she comes to. I think I can hear her moaning now.”
So saying, he darted out of the chamber, but not before Caroline had an opportunity of seizing upon his staff of pleasure and giving it a hearty and affectionate squeeze.
She placed her dainty little hand upon it but the instrument was far too large to be encircled by a hand so small. However, she managed to grasp it and give it a loving squeeze!
The girls bolted the door after him and again mounted the chairs.
True, Ethel was returning to consciousness. She moved about uneasily and they saw his lordship regain his place at the side of the table, his rigid prong pressed against her lips. He opened her mouth and forced his instrument within.
He held her head with his hands while he explored the interior of her mouth with his stiffly erect person.
Soon they heard her sighing and spitting, and his lordship, withdrawing his staff, was seen to be voiding his urine down, into her throat.
It splashed all over her face and neck, the stream flying straight at her, and turning his pintle slightly, he finished his micturition over her abdomen.
Ethel gasped wildly, the shower of urinous spray almost choking her.
She strove desperately to regain her breath!
As his lordship was urinating upon her hairy abdomen, the stream of urine soothed as it tore through the reddish hair that adorned it; Ethel began to shiver and tremble and vibrate intensely.
“I thought that would bring you to,” said the nobleman cheerfully, carrying the pumper to the handbag and dumping it in.
“Ugh! Ah!” shuddered Ethel, making a very wry face. “You did not have to wet me in my mouth, Emory. That tastes terrible! Wipe me off, will you please?”
