“I shall not!” said his lordship. “I shall do it again on you.” Nevertheless he produced a towel and, wiping her body, said, “That remedy has been administered to you before, sweet Ethel,” throwing aside the towel.
“You know, dear Ethel,” he continued, “you are not the only one I have urinated upon.
“Take the case of the Duchess of Northminster when I was a guest at her home in London. I had no idea as to her true character, but gradually we began to know each other more and more until we became more than intimate. So much so that I ended Up by flogging her! But merely flogging her was not all that I did. Oh, no! I had her strapped down to a table almost exactly as you are here, and I not merely micturated all over her, but I soaked up the fluid with a towel and wrung it out into her mouth, which, by the way, was far from unwilling! Let me tell you, my dear sweet friend, what a woman wants she will get regardless of how high or how low it may be!”
Desisting from his speech, his lordship rested for a moment; then, taking his place between her outspread legs, he placed the gleaming purplish red head of his proud pintle between the lips of her cleft now sticky with dew and with one lusty plunge rammed it tightly home. Ethel rose off the table at this and her eyes brightened sensuously and lustfully.
His lordship lay over her but did not move his prickle in and out as was expected of him.
“I am not going to frig you, Ethel,” he said with sangfroid. “I notice you have just spent, and as I have some more urine to spend, I will spend it in here, in order that you may be properly flushed out. Now it's running! Do you not feel it gushing into you, my sweet friend?”
“Oh, how it titillates me,” cried Ethel with a slight sigh of vexation. “Oh, why do you do such ridiculous things?”
“Tut, tut,” said his lordship. “Do not question my procedure, but remember the words of the immortal Tennyson: 'Theirs was not to question why; theirs was to do and die.' You doubtless recall the source of these words; they are taken from 'The Charge of the Light Brigade.' Remember, the 'Charge of the Light Brigade,'“ and on the word charge he gave her an extra lunge with his scintillating pintle!
Ethel gave a cry of vexation and it seemed as if she were about to burst into tears.
She endeavored to wiggle on his pintle in order to derive some pleasure.
But his lordship was too quick for her. He jerked it out rapidly with the speed of a flash and stepped back to escape the shower of urine and sperm that gushed out of her organs.
It trickled out of her orifice and flowed down her buttocks, wetting the table and running onto the crack of her behind.
His lordship's rod was all wet and sticky, but instead of drying it upon a towel, he presented it to her lips and thrust it into her mouth.
She gagged herself with it for a second, and after withdrawing it, he carefully wiped it on a towel.
He rubbed upon it briskly, up and down, forward and backward in order to get it well dry.
Placing the towel down, he walked briskly up and down the chamber with his brow wrinkled, evidently deep in thought.
As he walked, he cast glances upon the invitingly nude form of Ethel and looked upon her with a smile combining tolerance, sorrow and disgust all at once.
She is a peculiar woman, he thought.
Going to the handbag, he held up an article that was quite familiar to Caroline and Freda.
It was an implement for vibrating, having a long slender point and a shield-shaped handle around it.
Two cords were attached to it and, his lordship approaching Ethel, he passed the cord around her buttocks and, lifting the point, drove it well into her parts, fitting the shield closely in against her inner lips.
Ethel settled down on this as he strapped it closely in.
The vibrator worked by water power and, fastening the free end of a short length of rubber tubing in the faucet, his lordship turned on the water and then turned on the control that caused the implement to vibrate.
As soon as the vibrating began, Ethel started to leap and thrash about, uttering plaintive cries of pleasure.
She lashed herself about like a miniature ocean under the influence of a hurricane.
Now she strained upward; now she allowed herself to subside only to lunge out again.
Up and down she went; this way and that.
Evidently the vibrator was doing its work well.
It seemed as if Ethel were blessed with an inexhaustible store of energy, for she did not stop a minute.
The vibrator leaped and curled within her inner parts.
Caroline could easily see what effect such an instrument could have on a girl's parts.
The long slender tube filled the vagina; the shield with its pumping prickly points shook the clitoris as the tube leaped and gyrated.
How wonderful must be the feeling!
Ethel's cries soon changed their tenor, however.
Evidently she had spent and enjoyed it to the utmost.
But now this vibrating instrument was merely grinding on her sensitive membranes!
Now the situation was somewhat changed.
No longer did she feel the sweet effects of an artificial-or rather mechanical-titillation!
No longer did she feel a sense of joyous pleasure as the vibrating monster leaped about within her.
Each time that it scraped upon the abraded places, she felt a sharp twinge of pain shoot through her entire system!
It was no joke being strapped down thus. The monster went rhythmically on, regardless of her cries and entreaties.
Each new turn, each new whir brought on fresh paroxysms of agony.
“Emory, Emory,” she cried. “Take it out, now; I cannot stand it any longer,” she cried, as she thrashed herself about in a frenzy of pain.
However, his lordship paid not the slightest attention to her entreaties.
He went about his examination of the articles contained in her bag, allowing the vibrator to continue to whir in her interior until with a scream, she fainted away. Then his lordship gave her his attention. He turned off the vibrator and withdrew its points, all sticky and wet, and untied the cords that held it to her buttocks.
Unlashing her limp form, he twirled it about, no light task for him!
Then, placing her upon her stomach, the reverse of her former position, he again lashed her tight.
Her legs were as widely separated as before, but this position brought up her elegant ass high and foremost.
The strained position opened her cheeks and allowed the interested onlookers to view the touch hole-a very diminutive one-that was designed by nature for evacuation.
As his lordship made her last ankle fast, she groaned and came to. Her head was low and this probably helped.
“Emory, Emory, I must rest now!” she moaned. “I can stand no more now. Let me get up, please!”
“Tut, tut,” retorted his lordship.
“Oh! Let me get up, Emory, I beg you!”
She tried to twist her head to see what he was doing, but was unable to do so.
His lordship was busy at the handbag and drew forth for the inspection of Caroline a mass of wires and some kind of heavy apparatus.
He untangled this, but even in its untangled condition, it was a source of speculation to the girls.
Approaching Ethel's buttocks, he lashed the apparatus on.
Before proceeding with this procedure-probably to draw out the torture as much as possible-he began to pace up and down the room, at the same time casting sarcastic and jeering remarks at Ethel.
“Yes, my lady!” he chortled. “I have you now in a fine fix! Have I not?”
“Oh! don't do any more to me,” Ethel pleaded.
“Indeed I shall!” retorted his lordship. “Who is there to gainsay me, may I ask? And furthermore, who is there here who is going to prevent me?
“Remember that this is a serious business.”
When the apparatus was strapped onto Ethel, Caroline saw that a point was projecting.
This point was poised between the cheeks of Ethel's buttocks that were widely distended.