Consequently, as she disrobed and took her bath, she was a little dazed as to just what had happened and, more important, what was to happen. She thought upon her uncle's arrival with mingled feelings: fear of what he would do and hope that it would be enjoyable to her. After the first shock to her modesty had somewhat worn off, she was filled with a sort of curious anticipation as to what was in store for her. She dimly realized that ere long her uncle would insert into her maidenly cleft that enormous tool and she felt sure that it would kill her instantly, tearing her tender tissues, utterly rending her. She feared the ordeal, yet feared more the thought of being forced out into a cruel, harsh world with which she was entirely unfamiliar and where she would be the prey to she knew not what strange terrors. She slowly removed her clothing, took her bath, brushed her hair; then, her body burning with fear, shame, and passion, she considered whether she might disobey her uncle to the extent of concealing her body in a nightgown. She feared him, yet felt that his harshness might perhaps be a bit assumed; he was the type of man who would gain his ends, by force if need be, but preferably by persuasion. She decided to put on a nightdress, although she knew she would have to answer for her disobedience when her uncle appeared.
Lord Roxboro, after the girl's departure to her room, retired to his own chamber, which also opened off the library. Undressing himself, he bathed. Taking a stiff drink of a certain cordial that would quickly revive his masculine powers, he slipped into a dressing gown and slippers and stepped to the girl's room.
Opening the door, he discovered the room was in darkness. He groped his way to the dressing table and turned on a small rose-shaded lamp. Looking toward the bed, he discovered that the young lady had crept under the covers, which she had pulled up over her head, and lay there like a hunted thing, drawn up into a bundle, quivering with fear.
Stepping over to the bedside, he slipped off his robe and slippers and, sitting on the edge, pulled down the covers from the shrinking girl's head and shoulders. Noting that she wore a nightgown, he said, “I thought I told you not to put on anything.”
“Yes, uncle, but I am so ashamed-you wouldn't want me to be naked, would you? Please don't be rough with me.”
“Well, no clothes go here tonight,” said he. “Take it off this instant.”
The frightened girl obeyed, slipping the gown down around her shoulders, pulling it down toward her feet, at the same time attempting to keep herself covered by the clothing.
“Here, here, girl,” said he, “let's have done with this foolish modesty,” at the same time throwing the bed clothing downward to the foot of the bed, so that the burning maiden lay upon the sheet, shrunken up into a frightened ball, attempting to hide her nakedness with her gown. His ruthless hand clutched the garment, however, and, giving it a yank, he pulled it off over her feet and cast it to the floor. The naked, blushing girl lay there, burning with outraged modesty.
“Now, Caroline,” said he, “let's have a clear understanding of the situation here. You might just as well make up your mind to it and discontinue this foolish stubbornness. I suppose it is rather embarrassing to you, but you may as well understand that I intend to have you. You may fight if you wish, but it will only make it harder for you. I am stronger than you and will have you either with your consent or without it. If you continue as you have done, I will not only force you, but will then throw you and your sister out upon the street. You might just as well be sensible about it.”
“Yes, uncle,” said the quivering girl. “But please, uncle, promise me you won't hurt me, oh, please don't hurt me. I know what you are going to do and you will kill me, I know it will kill me-I simply couldn't stand it.”
“Now, leave that to me,” he said. “Other women have endured this and it certainly won't be any more trouble for you than it was for them; I am sure you will enjoy it in time, if you will get those foolish notions out of your head and be a good, sensible girl.”
Leaning over, he found her lips with his own and impressed upon them a burning, lascivious kiss, his mouth half-opened and his darting tongue titillating the girl's ruby lips, causing her strange sensations of lust which coursed up and down her body. Raising his head, he commanded her to stretch herself out straight upon the bed. She did so. His eyes devoured her beautiful figure stretched upon the snowy sheet, rosy with fire and glowing in the light of the rose-shaded lamp. He had her turn over and lie upon her face, then assume different positions as he admired the beautiful lines of her feminine beauty, his hands playing about her lovely limbs and breasts. His tool was stiff and hard, his breath came in gasps, and he was once more in a frenzy of desire.
Reaching out, he took the girl's hand and carried it to his burning member, about which he clasped her delicate fingers. His tool was amazingly long and hard-she could hardly encompass it with her fingers-and the length and breadth of this band of bone and gristle caused a shudder of excitement to course through the girl's frame.
The man, not satisfied with the feeling and pawing of this delicious creature, spread her legs and gazed long and fondly at the delicious moss-covered cleft, the mark of her femininity, and marveled at the smoothness and whiteness of her little rounded abdomen and the delicious swell of her well-turned breasts.
The girl, on her part, ventured a peek through her fingers at this male who was so boldly inspecting her most secret treasures and gained a better view of that terrible machine which a short time before had bespewed her lower limbs with its unctuous flow; once more she marveled at its immensity and at the gigantic sack that hung, pregnant with its charge of manhood, a wrinkled mass beneath the swollen weapon. The flourishing mass of black pubic hair that graced the lord up to his navel was a new sight for the girl and she gave it the benefit of a full inspection.
Tiring at last of this delicious inspection of the girl's most inner parts, the man longed for more active diversions. Throwing himself onto the bed alongside the girl, he took her into his strong embrace. They made a sensual picture as they lay there, clasped closely in each other's arms. The uncle, his caresses now seething in their heat, caressed the girl's eyes, her lips, her snowy neck and throat, and then, with a tantalizing slowness that drove the now expectant Caroline almost wild with emotion, lowered his lips to her strawberrylike nipples, which stood out boldly as if inviting this hungry attacker; gently biting these coral tips, he slowly sucked into his mouth the full substance of her breasts.
All of these caresses had an effect that was almost miraculous on the now throbbing girl. She twisted and squirmed from side to side, now pressing her body tightly against his, now throwing her legs violently over his and grinding her mount vigorously against his rampant member. Her uncle's kisses traveled downward from her breasts, tonguing and kissing the virgin mounts and valleys of her alabaster body, her belly and groin. She could not control herself from the emotions that pervaded her very being. Never before in her young life had she felt such emotion as she was now undergoing. She had never felt the hot touch of a lover's lips and tongue.
The lord, still enjoying himself to the utmost, his gorge rising high under these delightful manipulations, slipped down lower and lower until his eager tongue, erect and trembling, brushed over the golden locks of her delicious mount-turning the girl sidewise and parting her legs, he slipped his hot and glowing tongue within the crevice of her womanhood, that lump of heavenly delight that controlled her being, and licking and kissing this erectile mound, he soon had the girl in a ferment of soul-devouring passion.
She groaned, throbbed, and twisted from side to side under these divine touches administered by her sensual guardian; her eyes rolled wildly upward, her breath gasping as she rolled and twisted with clenched fists and quivering muscles.
Lord Roxboro, his mind full set upon achieving the purpose in his mind, now desisted from the sport and, moving upward on the bed, once more took the lovely, passionate girl in his arms, smothering her in his embraces, which she now met with fullest delight. His busy finger replaced his tongue as he gently manipulated and frigged her center of bliss, the girl writhing and twisting as if mad.
“Oh, uncle,” she breathed, her senses almost departing, “oh, uncle, what have you done to me that has affected me so? Oh, I just love you so much; you are the most desirable and sweetest man in the world! Oh, what you just did to me was the most pleasure I ever had in my life! Oh, it was lovely! More, uncle, please?” And she kissed him furiously, twisting and writhing in the bed as though afire, his finger titillating her clitoris in a manner to set her wild.
He now judged that the appropriate moment had arrived to ravish this lovely young creature. Pushing her back into the bed upon her back, he opened her legs widely. Getting on top of her and between her legs, he placed the head of his glowing member in the entrance of her grotto. The girl paid little attention to his maneuvers, seemingly in a half-swoon from passion. He placed the head of his cock against her panting slit and with a slight push of his thighs attempted to force it into her body. She immediately pulled away from him, with a slight moan and said, “Oh, uncle, please don't do that-that big thing won't go into me, it will kill me-oh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid; I
