added somewhat significantly, as she was among our deluded friends who planned a match between Alice and me.
‘Quite true!’ I replied with a polite smile, ‘so long as I can by hook or by crook get in these rooms what I want, they will be good enough for me-especially when I am permitted to enjoy “angels” visits!’
‘That’s a very pretty compliment, isn’t it Alice?’ exclaimed Mrs Blunt as she moved towards the chair of treachery, which stood invitingly close, and gracefully sank into it.
Click!-the arms folded on her. ‘Oh!’ she ejaculated as she endeavoured to press them back.
‘What’s the matter, Connie?’ asked Alice, quickly hurrying to her friend-but in a flash I was on to her and had tightly gripped her. ‘Oh!’ she screamed in admirably feinted fright, struggling naturally; but I picked her up and carrying her to the pulleys, made them fast to her wrists and fixed her upright with hands drawn well over her head, much to Mrs Blunt’s horror! As I approached her she shrieked, ‘Help!… help!’ pressing desperately against the locked arms and striving to get loose.
‘It’s no use, Mrs Blunt!’ I said quietly, as I commenced to wheel the chair towards the second pair of pulleys, ‘you’re in my power! You’d better yield quietly!’
Seizing her wrists one a time, I quickly made the ropes fast to them, set the machinery going-and just as she was being lifted off her seat, I released the arms and drew the chair away, forcing her to stand up. In a very few seconds she was drawn up to her full height, facing Alice, both girls panting and gasping after their struggles.
‘There, ladies,’ I exclaimed, as if well pleased with my performance-’now you’ll appreciate the utility of this room!’
‘Oh! Mr Jack!’ cried Mrs Blunt in evident relief, ‘how you did frighten me! I felt sure that something dreadful was going to happen!’ then with a poor attempt to be sprightly, ‘I quite made up my mind that Alice and I were going to be…’ she broke off with a silly self-conscious giggle.
‘I gladly accept the suggestion you have so kindly made, dear lady,’ I said with a smile of gratitude, ‘and will do you and Alice presently!’ She started, horrified, and stared aghast at me as if she could not believe her ears; she seemed to be dumb with shocked surprise, and went deadly pale. I was afraid to glance at Alice lest I should catch her eye and betray her.
With an effort, Mrs Blunt stammered brokenly: ‘Do you mean to say… that Alice and I… are going to be… to be?…?’ she stopped abruptly, unable to express in words her awful apprehension.
‘Fucked is the word you want, I think, dear Mrs Blunt!’ I said with a smile; ‘yes, dear ladies-as you are so very kind I shall have much pleasure in fucking you both presently!’
She quivered as if she had been struck, then screamed hysterically: ‘No, no… I won’t… help!… help!!… help!!!’
I turned quietly to Alice (who I could see was keenly enjoying the trap into which Mrs Blunt had fallen, and her dismay) and said to her: ‘Are you going to be foolish enough to resist, Alice?’
She paused for a long moment, then said in a voice that admirably counterfeited intense emotion, ‘I feel that resistance will be of no avail-but I’m not going to submit myself to you tamely. You will have to… force me!’
‘Me also!’ cried Mrs Blunt, hysterically.
‘As you please!’ I said equably. ‘I’ve long wanted a good opportunity of testing the working of this machinery; I don’t fancy I’ll get a better one than you are now offering me-a nice long afternoon and two lovely rebellious girls! Now Mrs Blunt, as you are chaperoning Alice, I am bound to begin with you.’ And I commenced to unbutton her blouse.
‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she screamed in dismay as she felt my fingers unfastening her upper garments and unhooking her skirt-but I steadily went on with my task of undressing her, and soon had her standing in her stays with bare arms and legs-a lovely, tall, slender half-undressed figure, her bosom heaving and palpitating, the low-cut bodice allowing the upper half of her breasts to become visible. Her flushed face indicated intense shame at this indecent exposure of herself, and her eyes strained appealingly towards Alice as if to assure herself of her sympathy.
‘Now I will give you a few minutes to collect yourself while I attend to Alice!’ I said as I went across to the latter, whose eyes were stealthily devouring Mrs Blunt’s provoking dishabille. ‘Now, for you, dear!’ I said, as I quietly set to work to undress her.
She (very wisely) was adopting the policy of dogged defiance, and maintained a sullen silence as one by one her clothes were taken off her till she also stood bare-armed and bare-legged in her stays. But instead of pausing I went on and removed her corset, unfastened the shoulder straps of her chemise and vest, and pushed them down to her feet, leaving her standing with only her drawers on, a sweet, blushing, dainty, nearly naked girl, on whose shrinking trembling figure Mrs Blunt’s eyes seemed to be riveted with what certainly looked like involuntary admiration!
But I myself was getting excited and inflamed by the sight of so much unclothed and lovely girl-flesh, so eagerly returning to Mrs Blunt, I set to work to remove the little clothing that was left on her. ‘No, no, Mr Jack!’ she cried piteously as I took off her stays, ‘Oh!’ she screamed in her distress when she felt her chemise and vest slip down to her feet, exposing her in her drawers only, which solitary garment she evidently concluded, from the sight of Alice, would be left on her. But when after a few admiring glances I went behind her and began to undo the waistband and she realised that she was to be exposed naked, Mrs Blunt went into a paroxysm of impassioned cries and pitiful pleadings; in her desperation she threw the whole of her weight on her slender wrists and wildly twisted her legs together in the hope of preventing me from pulling her drawers off. But they only required a few sharp tugs and down to her ankles they came! A bitter cry broke from her, her head with its wealth of now disordered golden hair fell forward on her bosom in her agony of shame-Connie Blunt was stark naked!
I stepped back a couple of paces, then exultingly gazed on the vision that met my eyes. Close in front of me was revealed the back of Mrs Blunt’s tall, slender, naked figure, uninterrupted from her heels to her updrawn hands, her enforced attitude displaying to perfection the voluptuous curves of her hips, her luscious haunches, her gloriously rounded bottom, her shapely legs. Facing her stood Alice, naked save for her drawers-her face suffused with blushes at the sight of Connie’s nakedness, her bosom heaving with excitement not unmixed with delight at witnessing the nudity of her friend and trepidation at the approaching similar exposure of herself. I saw from the stealthy gloating glances she shot at Connie that she was longing to have a good look at her but dared not do so, lest her eyes should betray her delight-so I decided to give her the opportunity. I went over to her, slipped behind her, passed my arms round her and drew her against me-and holding her thus in my embrace, I gazed at the marvellous sight Connie Blunt was affording to us as she stood naked.
She was simply exquisite with her dazzling pearly skin, her lovely shape, her delicious little breasts standing saucily out with their coral nipples as they quivered and palpitated on her heaving bosom, her voluptuous hips and round smooth belly, her pretty legs; her drooping head exhibited her glorious golden hair, while, as if to balance it, a close clustering mass of silky curly golden-brown hairs grew thickly over the region of her cunt, hiding it completely from my eager eyes!
In silent admiration I gloated over the wonderful sight of Connie Blunt naked, till a movement of Alice recalled me to her interests. She was keeping her face steadily averted from Connie, her eyes on the floor, as if unwilling to distress her friend by looking at her in her terrible nudity.
‘Well, how do you like Connie now?’ I asked loud enough for Mrs Blunt to hear. She shivered. Alice remained silent.
‘Aren’t you going to look at her?’ Alice still remained silent.
‘Come, Alice, you must have a good look at her. I want to discuss her with you, to have your opinion as a girl on certain points. Come, look!’ And I gently stroked her naked belly.
‘Oh! don’t Jack!’ she cried, affecting a distress she was not feeling. Connie glanced hastily at us to see what I was doing to Alice, and blushed deeply as she noted my wandering hands, which now were creeping up to Alice’s breasts.
I seized them and began to squeeze them. ‘Don’t, Jack!’ again she cried.
‘Then obey me and look at Connie!’ I said sternly.
Slowly Alice raised her head, as if most reluctantly, and looked at Connie, who coloured hotly as her eyes met Alice’s. ‘Forgive me, darling!’ cried Alice tearfully, ‘I can’t help doing it!’ But her throbbing breasts and excitedly agitated bottom told me how the little hypocrite was enjoying the sight of Connie’s nakedness!
‘Now, no nonsense, Alice!’ I said sternly-and I gave her breasts a twist that made her squeal in earnest and immediately rivet her eyes on her friend lest she should get another twist. And so, for a few minutes, we silently contemplated Mrs Blunt’s shrinking form, our eager eyes greedily devouring the lovely naked charms that she was
