intend to look further into this mine of girlish wealth.” Rising slightly he lifted up the chemise and allowed himself to survey all of her snowy belly.
“Ah, Montgomery! What a veil of bliss the beautiful little navel, the tender little curves, the rise and fall of her tender flesh! It is enough to cannibalize anyone.” Slipping down, he placed his lips to her tender flesh and nibbled on it and rolled it between his teeth.
Grace struggled and screamed, but to no avail. His lordship, proudly exhibiting the marks of his teeth to his accomplice, again gathered the girl into his arms and kissed her breath away. Allowing one hand to slip down between her widely opened thighs, he fingered and pulled at her curls, and dividing their silken shrubbery, he penetrated with one finger her now moist lips.
“Into the crater,” he said exultantly, “and you may be sure, Montgomery, that I am the first to be there.
“Look,” he said, as he penetrated farther into the tight cleft, causing the girl to give a fresh scream of pain. “See what my exploration brings forth. She is as tight as a dream and a skinned rod is to be the result of this maidenly tightness. Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro, “with one push I will render forever her maidenhead.”
“I doubt, my lord, if you can do as you say, but it makes no matter how many tries are needed, I am sure you will give them and I beg you to proceed.”
“I'll try at least,” said his lordship, “so here goes.”
Gripping the thrashing girl tightly to him and burying his shoulder against her face, he drew back his muscular buttocks and with a drive that expended all his strength sent his rod crashing into her cleft.
A scream such as never before issued from the girl's lips, followed by a series in quick succession, before she fell back senseless in his arms.
His lordship still poked away and Montgomery, fearing that the assault had been too much for her, came close and felt for her pulse.
“She's all right,” grunted his lordship, slightly rising from her and allowing his prong to slip out.
It was reddened with her virgin flow and his lordship, rising unsteadily, rose to his feet and wiped his person with a towel.
“I vollied before I intended to,” he said somewhat grossly, “and now that she is well battered, I advise you, Montgomery, to finish the job that I have started.”
Montgomery needed no second invitation and sprang like a wolf on the body of the beautiful and chaste young girl who was now unconscious.
Due to the wetness of her organ, he succeeded in forcing almost half his tool up into her before she recovered.
She came to with a scream to find the strongly built valet within her.
In fact, the lewd fellow was just spurting his vent, and with a last cruel jab he sheathed his weapon almost entirely, and to the accompaniment of her wild screams he poured his boiling emission into her womb.
He lay for a minute upon her and she fell totally lax and exhausted, passing away in a faint and lying like wax in his arms.
Montgomery withdrew his rod, which made a clucking sound as it escaped from its tight and nervous fold, and the emissions and her virgin blood poured from her in a little pool onto the floor.
“Come,” said Lord Roxboro irritably, “let us get these clothes off before she awakes.” Tearing at the chemise and drawers, he dragged them from her body. Waving about the sodden drawers stained with the discharge of the two men and her maidenly blood, “Montgomery,” said his lordship, “here is proof of the lady's goodness. We shall file those for our later pleasures.” Folding up the garments, he placed them in a drawer.
Grace now moved about and her eyelids fluttering told of her return to her senses.
She did not struggle now, but lay limp under her bonds and moaned and sobbed as if her heart would break.
“I hope by now,” said his lordship, “that you have learned your lesson, Grace. You are now deflowered and no power on earth can restore to you the charm that you just have lost. Any foolish emotions on your part will only make it worse. Now, what have you to say to this, my dear Miss Spitfire?”
“Oh, oh,” moaned Grace, “release me, please, I beg of you, and I will do anything you want. I am dying and am mined forever. Release me, I beg of you!”
“I do not think you will die,” said Lord Roxboro. “A young girl of your build and sturdiness can easily stand the loss of that which you set so much store by. As far as being ruined, there is no truth in it.
“If I see fit to release you, are you sure that there will be no attempt on your part to cause trouble later on?”
“Oh, no, no, no,” said Grace. “My arms are almost dead and those straps cut into me so that I could almost scream from that alone! I will do as you say. Only please release me from this cruel position!”
“Very well,” said his lordship, unleashing the straps that confined her. “One false start on your part will bring those straps on again and perhaps with double strength.”
Grace, released from the confines of the straps, collapsed weakly on the floor and, pressing her thighs closely together, sobbed and cried, her face buried in her hands.
“Come, Montgomery,” said Lord Roxboro. “Get some covers from my bed and lay them here on the floor and together the three of us will make the best of the night with them.”
Grace said nothing to this and the valet, following his lordship's instructions, secured a number of quilts and pillows from the bed. Laying them on the floor, he lifted the unheeding girl and placed her upon them. Lying on one side of her, he watched his lordship lie down on the other, both men passing their arms about her naked form and allowing their hands to tun riot over all of her secret charms.
Grace by this time was past all resistance, and, crying softly, allowed both men to do their will.
His lordship opened her thighs and, slipping a finger into her cleft, found that she was still agreeably tight. Passing his finger over her diminutive knob, he soon had it as hard as an iron nut. Montgomery contented with hugging and kissing her. He also fondled her breasts and belly and between the two of them the girl was almost smothered.
Finally, through playing with the girl's slit, his lordship was again in a terribly erect state, rolling the girl flat on her back, he mounted her, guiding his pintle to her sheath.
He slipped in an inch into her and the tender flesh folds of her sex closed in nervous convulsions about the length of his throbbing tool.
“I wager you, Montgomery, that this is the sweetest sheath I have ever explored. Like a glove,” he murmured, “so tender and hot. Such clingings and grippings! What a tight little passage she has. I do not see, Montgomery, how you ever essayed such a tight and tortuous grove. Why, the very feel of it is enough to ruin an anchorite. There, there, there,” he said, giving quick little shoves with his swollen gorger within the fleshy lips of her sex. “I judge that will thrill you, my beautiful young friend.”
Grace made no further dissent and his lordship pounded away at her, his tool now fully encased within her.
“Entrancing,” he murmured. “Never have I enjoyed a whang like this. Why, her quim teases me as if it is eager to draw forth my sap. The smoothness grips my prong so tightly that I am sure that without even a move on my part it will draw the sperm from me.”
He continued to push sensuously, and suddenly his prick leaped within her, causing her to gasp for breath as he shot a generous libation of his sexual essence into her. He lay for a few minutes panting on her, his rod still spouting within her.
When the last drop had flowed, he rolled off and allowed Montgomery, who was now hard and eager to take his place, to do that which he so desired.
The valet was so affected by the closeness of his amorous combat that he sheathed his rod with one hard drive and the girl almost sprang up from the floor with the suddenness of his assault. He commenced a series of slow driving motions upon her and she, infected by his hot lust, twined under him like a worm on a skewer.
“Oh, horrors!” she gasped, while his lordship wiped his prong on a towel and laughingly patted her on the bare back, telling her to enjoy herself thoroughly.
She closed her eyes and with her lips on her ravisher was returning blow for blow.
Her loins rose and fell in perfect harmony in accordance with every thrust and lunge of his loins as they rushed and drew away from her in rapid succession.
Finally the crisis came and, burying her head on his bare shoulder, she gave a series of little ohs and ahs and
