two articles that looked like old-fashioned lemon squeezers, but on a larger scale.
Carrying these peculiar-looking instruments over to the table upon which lay the bound and helpless widow, he slipped one beneath the naked contour of the widow's form and, lifting her plump breast in his hand, laid it carefully within the jaws of this wooden instrument.
Long handles were attached to the jaws of the peculiar “squeezer,” and Caroline and Freda obeyed the lord's silent instruction for them to peer beneath the woman's naked body.
He explained in a low voice to the two interested spectators just how these instruments operated.
“Upon pressure of these handles,” said Lord Roxboro, touching one of the long handles that extended from the peculiar instruments, “our fair charge's breasts will be squeezed between the flat, wooden blades, causing the owner of these delicious breasts to suffer the most intense sensations of delirious pain!
The lord, stepping around to the other side of the table, placed Ethel's other breast in the remaining squeezer, and motioning to Caroline and her sister to each seize the handles that projected outward from beneath the naked form of the divinely shaped beauty, he prepared to mount again, atop the senseless widow.
“But uncle,” objected Caroline, “these squeezers will hurt the widow in the most dreadful manner. Surely you must realize that a girl's breasts, soft and tender as they are, most naturally constituted, would be black and blue, bruised and sore for months should she suffer a compression from this-torture instrument; the pressure must be almost crushing in its extent.
“True! True!” admitted Lord Roxboro. “As you say, my charming niece, the compression exerted by these artfully contrived squeezers will cause our subject to experience the most excruciating pains, but you must bear in mind that the lustful Ethel is possessed of a desire to be hurt cruelly, and in submitting her to this delicate attention we are gratifying her whims to the best of our ability.
“When both of you, in accordance with my instructions, squeeze together firmly the two handles that you hold in your tender hands, our fair subject will quickly, very quickly return to her senses! At the count of three, squeeze, and do not allow your actions to be modulated to the slightest extent by any pity that may exist within your heart for this sensual and passion-mad creature. At three, my dears.”
Caroline, listening to these instructions of her guardian, was fully in accord with his intentions. She felt jealous of the handsome widow's beautiful form and finely molded figure, and was sure, on her part, that no pity would hinder her actions in the manipulations of the handles of the squeezer, which she held firmly clasped in her hands. She was determined to give the somnambulant Ethel a hard squeeze with her instrument and, looking across the table over the naked form of the bound girl, made a sign with her eyes, which the younger sister, perfectly in accord with Caroline, interpreted as meaning that Freda was also to show no mercy.
The lord lay firmly upon Ethel's bare back and placed his erect charger between the sweet orbs of the handsome widow's posterior. Being placed within the panting fleshy cheeks, he looked at the two expectant girls and counted: “One! Two! Three!!!”
At the count of three, Caroline pressed the handles of her instrument firmly together, and a groan that quickly changed to a scream of agony came from the tightly lashed Ethel. Screaming aloud and thrashing about, she moved the whole table in a wild effort to escape this new and novel device to outrage her senses.
“Oo-o-o-oo. A-hr-e!” she screamed. “I die! I die! O-o-o-o!”
Caroline, looking beneath the leaping girl's body, saw that Ethel's breast was perfectly flattened out between the compressing blades of her pincher, and found to her delight that she could regulate the tenor of the screams with a pressure or a relaxation of the handles of the pain-producing weapon! What a delight this was! To cause a girl to run the entire vocal scale through a delicate compression of these cruel wooden blades upon one of the softest portions of her body! Glancing across the table at Freda, she saw that she too was in an experimental mood, and both hardly perceived the lord's motions as he waved his hand to them in a command to cease this delirium-producing compression.
Caroline immediately released her pressure upon the handles, and Freda, following her sister's example, did the same.
“Ethel,” cried Lord Roxboro, from his station atop the sensual widow's form, “I deem it no more than right to acquaint you with my intentions in regard to my diversified ravishments! Such detailed descriptions I judge will add to that sensual excitement that seems to thrill your entire being!
“I am now about to insert into that diminutive, tender orifice, nature's sweet and delightful exit for the substances that have passed through the body, an enormous plunger, one that exceeds by far, in both length and diameter the one that has so recently opened this adorable cavern of expulsion! I intend to dilate this sweet channel, with a stretching and rending of membranes to its widest and fullest capacity! In fact so wide, that I doubt whether it will ever, despite its capability for shrinking, ever again close.
“The dilater that I mention, is no other than my own sweet throbbing and engorged tool! The one that has so often stretched the elastic confines of your lips, both lower and upper, and has palpitated your leaping womb when I have buried it with one drive far up into your panting entrails!
“Does not the prospect,” went on Lord Roxboro, moving gently to and fro the head of his instrument within the swelling of the handsome widow's buttocks, “does not the prospect of having this huge charger, throbbing and eager, its stiffness resembling that of a bar of iron, inserted with a sudden and cruel plunge up into the tender confines of your outlet cause you almost to succumb with fear and fright of the dreadful consequences?
“Who knows? In my anxiety to complete the sudden entrance, my sudden onslaught, in its very impetuosity, may carry away or force to pieces that tender throbbing ring that so maintains in perfect order the regularity of your body's functions?
“But enough!” he cried suddenly. “This oration or preamble, as you may term it, has gone far enough! Now to more vigorous and direct action! Ready! Ready, girls, with those most excruciating squeezers that I see you hold so tightly in your little hands, awaiting, I hope, my command to exercise a pressure that will cause our fair victim to leap about as if possessed! As for me here I go!”
This mention of “girls” conveyed to the mind of the blindfolded Ethel that there were others present, others who were present not only as spectators to her overwhelming humiliations and subjection to unnatural practices of the sensual lord, but were actual participators in the acts so painful to her!
“O-o-o-o-h! Hh-h-h-hhh!” she panted. “I–I-O-o-o! E-m-o-r-y! I–I-I beg of y-o-u!”
Lord Roxboro thrust down his hand and, directing the route of his inflamed penis, placed it against the touch-hole of the powerless beauty, giving a terrible drive, endeavored in one cruel lunge to sheath its entirety within her! The widow's extreme nervousness, causing this portion of her anatomy to quiver violently in rapid convulsing movements, for a while frustrated his attacks, but with continuous coaxing and adjusting, accompanied many wild plunges, he at last had half of its entire length sheathed within the quivering hold of the screaming widow!
Try as he might with all his thrusts and blows, due to some unaccountable nervous tension of the widow, he could penetrate no farther. He raged and stormed in a frenzy, his toes held firmly to the table as he arose fiercely upon her in his drives, but it would go no farther!
“Relax, vile creature!” he shouted, his face now purple with combined anger and lust. “Relax! I command you, Ethel! As long as you hold yourself the way you do, and refuse to relax the walls of your anus I can never fully drill you! Heavy girls! Heavy!” he shouted suddenly to the two sisters. “Heavy on the pinches! I have an idea that will perfectly be in accord with my designs, and will at the same time bow the proud resistance and spirit of this helpless beauty! Press hard! I conjure you!”
Caroline and Freda, heeding this sudden command, pressed with all their might on the long-handled squeezers, and Ethel, unable to stand this terribly agonizing pressure, gave a piercing shriek and again collapsed on the table in a dead faint!
“Eureka!” cried Lord Roxboro, feeling the tension of her rectal walls relax suddenly, upon this losing of her senses. “Now I can easily drive within her.” And suiting the deed to the word, he thrust his rod fully forward and easily buried himself in the beautiful woman, lying flat on her body, his tool buried within her clinging membranes!
“This really is a dreadful shame, girls!” he mourned, as he moved his rammer about. “It spoils completely the idea that pervaded my mind! Ethel, now being unconscious, naturally feels no pain whatever from my sudden entrance, or from the moves that toss about her inner folds.
“I, however, am quite near the spending point and at the rate I am going, together with the passionate, tight hotness of the clinging embrace her rectal walls, I am afraid that I will shoot my charge before she is awake and
