hers, the excited visage of the ferocious Clement.
Instantly there was a struggle, a violent outcry, and a vain attempt to disengage herself from her strong assailant.
But come what might, Clement was in full possession and enjoyment of her person. He never paused, but, on the contrary, deaf to her cries, he broke in to his utmost length, and strove, with feverish haste, to complete his horrid triumph. Blind with rage and lust he was insensible to the fact of the opening of the door, of the blows which now rained upon his hinder parts, until with set teeth and the subdued roar of a bull, the crisis seized him, and he poured a torrent of spunk into the unwilling womb of his victim.
Then he awoke to the position, and fearing the results of his detestable outrage, he rose in all haste, and withdrawing his foaming weapon, slipped from the bed upon the side opposite his assailant. Dodging as well as he could the cuts which Mr Verbouc aimed at him and keeping the hood of his frock over his features to avoid detection, he rushed toward the window by which he had entered, then taking a headlong leap he made good his escape in the darkness, followed by the imprecations of the infuriated husband.
We have already stated in a former chapter that Mrs Verbouc was an invalid, that is, she fancied herself one, and to a person of weak nerves and retiring habits my reader may picture for himself what was likely to be her condition after undergoing so indelicate an outrage. The enormous proportions of the man, his strength, his fury almost killed her, and she lay without consciousness on the couch which had witnessed her violation.
Mr Verbouc was not naturally endowed with astonishing attributes of personal courage and when he beheld the assailant of his wife rise satisfied from the pursuit, allowed Clement to retreat in peace.
Meanwhile Father Ambrose and Bella, following at a respectful distance from the outraged husband, witnessed from the half-opened door the denouement of the strange scene.
As soon as the ravisher rose, Bella and Ambrose both instantly recognised him; indeed, the former had had, as the reader knows already, good reason to remember the huge lolling member which dangled, dripping, between his legs.
Mutually interested in maintaining silence, a look exchanged between them was sufficient to indicate the necessity for reserve, and they withdrew before any movement on the part of the outraged woman betrayed their proximity.
It was several days before poor Mrs Verbouc was well enough to leave her bed. The shock to her nerves had been dreadful, and nothing but the kind and conciliatory manner of her husband enabled her to hold her up at all.
Mr Verbouc had his own reasons for letting the matter pass, and he allowed no considerations beyond expediency to weigh with him.
On the day after the catastrophe I have recorded above, Mr Verbouc received a visit from his dear friend and neighbour Mr Delmont, and after being closeted with him for over an hour, the two parted with beaming smiles and the most extravagant compliments. The one had sold his niece, and the other believed he had purchased that precious jewel: A maidenhead.
When Bella’s uncle made the announcement that evening that the bargain had been struck, and the affair duly arranged, there was great rejoicing among the conspirators. Father Ambrose immediately took possession of the ‘maidenhead’, and driving in to the girl the whole length of his member, proceeded, as he explained it, to keep the place warm.
Mr Verbouc, reserving himself, as usual, until his confrere had done, afterwards attacked the same mossy fort, as he facetiously expressed it, just to oil the passage for his friend.
Then the whole of the details were finally arranged, and the party broke up, confident in the success of their stratagem.
Chapter 10
Ever since the meeting in the green lane with the rustic whose simplicity had so much interested her, Bella had dwelt upon the expressions he had used, and the extraordinary avowal of his parent’s complicity in his sensuality. It was clear that his mind was simple almost to idiocy, and from his remark; ‘Father’s not so clever as me,’ she assumed that the complaint was congenital, and wondered if the father really possessed the same, or—as declared by the boy—even greater proportions in his organs of generation.
I plainly saw, by her habit of thinking partly aloud, that Bella did not reckon upon her Uncle’s opinion, or stand any longer in fear of Father Ambrose. She was doubtless resolved to follow her own course, whatever it might be, and I was not, therefore, at all astonished when I found her wending her way the following day at about the same hour in the direction of the meadows.
In a field hard by the spot where she had beheld the sexual encounter between the horse and his mate, Bella discovered the lad engaged in some simple agricultural operation, and with him was another person, a tall and remarkably dark man, of about forty-five years of age.
Almost as soon as she saw them, the lad observed the young lady, and running towards her, after apparently a word of explanation with his companion, he showed his delight by a broad grin.
“That’s Father,” said he, pointing over his shoulder, “come and frig him.”
“For shame, you naughty boy,” said Bella, much more inclined to laugh than to be angry. “How dare you use such language ?”
“What did you come for?” asked the boy. “Did you come for a fuck?”
By this time they had reached the man, who stuck his spade into the ground, and began to grin at the girl in very much the same fashion as his son. He was strong and well built, and by his manner Bella could see the boy had told him the particulars of their first meeting.
“Look at Father, ain’t he a randy one?” remarked the youth. “Ah! You should see him fuck!”
There was no attempt at disguise; the two evidently understood each other and grinned more than ever. He seemed to accept it as a huge compliment, but he cast his eyes upon the delicate young lady, the like of whom he had probably never met before, and it was impossible to mistake the look of sensuous longing which shone in his large black eyes.
Bella began to wish she had never come.
“I should like to show you Father’s big dick,” said the lad and suiting the action to word, he commenced to unbutton the trousers of his respectable parent.
Bella covered her eyes, and made a movement in retreat. Instantly the son stepped behind her. Her refuge in the lane was thus cut off.
“I should like to fuck you,” exclaimed the Father, in a hoarse voice. “Tim would like to fuck you as well, so you must not go away yet. Stop and be fucked!”
Bella was really frightened.
“I cannot,” she said; “indeed you must let me go. You must not hold me like that: you must not drag me along; let me go. Where are you taking me?”
There was a small building in the corner of the field, and they were now at the door. Another second and the pair had pushed her inside and shut the door, lowering a large wooden bar across it afterwards as they entered.
Bella looked round and saw that the place was clean and half-filled with hay in trusses. She saw that resistance would be useless. It would be best to be quiet, and perhaps, after all, the strange pair would not hurt her. She noticed however, that the trousers of both stuck out in front, and doubted but that their ideas were in harmony with their excitement.
“I want you to see Father’s cock; my gum! You ought to see his big balls, too.”
Once more the lad began unbuttoning his father’s breeches. Down went the flap and out stuck his shirt with something under it, which caused it to bunch up in a curious manner.
“Oh, do hold still, Father,” whispered the son; “let the lady see your dick.”
With that he raised the shirt, and exposed in Bella’s face a fiercely erected member with a broad plum-like nut, very red and thick, but not of very unusual length. It had a considerable bend upwards, and the head, which divided down the middle by the tightness of the frenum, bent still further back towards his hairy belly. The shaft
