fainting bride.
Lord Roxboro lifted her into his arms and carried her through the library to his bedroom and, despite her screams, kicks, and scratches, dropped her upon the bed.
Having some trouble in holding her there, he looked around for assistance and perceived the ever-vigilant Montgomery in the doorway; he beckoned to him to come and help.
“Come, Montgomery,” he said, “and see if we can place this little spitfire in a position so that I may not be in danger of being scratched to pieces by these pretty little claws that she wields so actively.”
Montgomery sprang to the fore and, securing a number of straps that were always in a nearby cupboard, quickly seized the helpless girl's arms and fastened them securely behind her back.
This left her thrashing about the bed. Her legs were kicking at her captors and her wedding dress was all disheveled, showing an adorable portion of silk-stockinged legs and a small portion of her upper thigh, a sight that was not lost on the sensual lord and his helper.
“My, my,” murmured Lord Roxboro. “I am indeed surprised at you, Grace dear!
“To think that you, a refined and discreet girl that I believed you to be, especially on this day, your wedding day, would act and cavort like this, displaying to us a portion of your bare legs.
“Why, I should think that your respect for the feelings of your husband would cause you to conduct yourself with more modesty, especially in the presence of two strangers and both of them men.”
“Help! Murder!” screamed Grace, her eyes almost starting from her head.
“Harry, Harry, where are you? Save me from the grip of these monsters. Help! Help!”
Lord Roxboro nodded his head sorrowfully and, again addressing the girl, said, “I doubt, Grace-or to be accurate, Mrs. Trant-that your husband is in a position, at least at the present moment, to come to your assistance.
“As I stated in the dining room, I intend to exercise my right as lord of my domain, and in doing this it will be necessary for you to offer your virgin's charms to me before passing them on to the one you so familiarly address as Harry.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” screamed the beautiful girl, straining helplessly at her confining bonds. “What on earth is to become of me? Release me, I beg of you, and allow me to go to my husband, whom you have lured here, and cease this terrible outrage, or I warn you, trouble will come of it.”
“Threats, eh?” said Lord Roxboro. “Well, our little lady promises to be some diversion after all, Montgomery.
“Let me tell you, young lady,” he said with a terrible scowl at the struggling Grace, “that you are here with consent and knowledge and sufferance of your dearly beloved spouse.
“Before you leave this room your virginity is to be taken. How does that strike you, my charming young lady?”
“Beast, ravisher,” spat back Grace, her eyes flaming fire. “I defy you, you old degenerate. I will scream and scream and if you do not release me, I will kill you when I escape.”
“Enough,” said Lord Roxboro shortly. “Here, Montgomery. Assist this young creature to her feet and allow me to see if all is in order for the piercing.”
Despite her protests, Montgomery assisted her to her feet.
Lord Roxboro, using the greatest of care to evade her kicking feet, thrust a hand inside of her dresses, searching the middle of her thighs. He slithered his hand farther up and grasped her by the heart of her sex.
“Oh, oh!” screamed the helpless girl at this supreme outrage. “You horrid brute. Oh how terrible you are, boo hoo!”
Lord Roxboro contented himself by feeling and molding her parts under the silken cambric that covered them. He bestowed many squeezes and pinches to all parts of her body within reach.
Montgomery held the girl firmly clasped in his arms to keep the subject firm for his master's roving digits.
“She is well protected,” said his lordship. “She has on the most modest closed drawers. See how she keeps them buttoned up so securely, no doubt to protect her virtue up to the entrancing moment when she sheds these covers and creeps into bed, awaiting the insertion of her darling mate's reamer. How horrible it must be to one who has been raised to protect her 'cherry' as though a mine of gold; who on her marriage day, just at the time she thinks she should be experiencing the divine conjunction she has dreamed of all her life in the arms of her husband, finds herself helpless and alone in the presence of one-or I may say two here”-with a bow to the delighted Montgomery-“strange men who announce to her in no uncertain terms, that they intend to take her for their own and enjoy the pleasure she has hoarded for her lawful spouse.”
Grace, who had become so interested in his lordship's remarks that for the moment she grew silent upon hearing to the full his lordship's intentions, again broke into a chorus of wild yells for Harry. His lordship unfastened her bridal gown at the shoulders and roughly pushed it down about her waist, and between the two of them they took it from her.
“What adorable curves,” murmured his lordship, “and what divine flesh,” pinching it as if he wished to assure himself that it were real and not an hallucination; “I warn you, Montgomery, that we have here indeed a jewel of the very first water and in taking of her virtue I am sure that I will experience a thrill that has been rare to me for many a year.”
“You are right, master,” heartily acquiesced the servant. “She is all that you say and I am sure that when this petticoat is removed, her charms will be shown off to much greater advantage.”
“By all means,” said Lord Roxboro, untying the string of this garment and allowing it to fall to her feet.
“There, Montgomery. You may now see all to the full.” The lower portion of the girl was revealed naked with the exception of her tight short drawers and stockings.
Grace was covered with blushes and twisted and squirmed at her bonds. At the last uncovering of her secretness, she threw herself on the floor and rolled about on the carpet as if she wished to deprive the two lustful-eyed men of the sight of her nakedness.
Montgomery, however, dragged her roughly to her feet and, holding her in his arms with her face to him, pressed his knee to the center of her body, causing her to arch out her lower trunk toward the sensual nobleman, who pinched and patted it with great delight.
“To think that the daughters of common people should have such delightful parts,” mused his lordship. “Some nobleman like myself must have got to her mother before her nominal father did and planted the seed that developed into this beautiful flower. I'll bet a barrel of my best wine. It is so soft and yet so firm,” he mused, seizing a fold of the tender flesh in his sensuous hand and tweaking it to the girl's consternation.
“I do believe,” he said, turning to Montgomery, “that this girl, exposed as she is and startled at this sudden unveilment of her maidenly charms, is about to prove herself a true woman by swooning away on us.”
And so it seemed. She grew lax in Montgomery's hold and her legs weakened beneath her, and but for the valet's firm hold upon her she would have slipped to the floor.
She lay with her eyes closed, her bosom still heaving convulsively from the stress of excitement she had undergone, and Lord Roxboro took in the beautiful picture to the full.
“God, Montgomery!” he cried, his eyes glistening with lust as he looked over her person. “What a ravishing creature she is! Our friend Trant cannot be blamed at all for taking this fair girl to his heart as his wife. I believe she far surpasses anything I have seen in all my days of playing with the ladies. She is divinely beautiful, is she not, my good Montgomery?”
Montgomery was in perfect accord with his lustful master and seized one of Grace's limbs and passing his huge hand roughly about the bare thigh, pulled it roughly to one side so that the sensual pair could look through the slit in her drawers and see the crinkly thatch of golden hair that adorned her quim.
“There, my lord,” he said, lifting the leg still higher, “there is what you are after. Why not now while she is still asleep ravish her of the jewel that she has treasured so much all her life? There is no time like the present.”
“No, Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, raising an admonishing hand. “I do not concur with your idea there. It is best that we allow the little lady to return to her senses before we proceed, and I assure you, my kind assistant, that when she is able to see, feel, and hear, the pleasure will be increased for us a hundredfold.
“I am surprised at you, a man of the world, to think of perpetrating a rape on a creature that is totally lost to all the finer feelings that such an assault must convey to one of her tender and refined nature.
