In short they tied Molly on to the chair as she sat in my lap, thereby placing her breasts and cunt at my disposal and in easy reach of my hands.
It is needless to say that this was not effected without the most desperate resistance on the part of Lady Betty and Molly. The former struggled like a tigress, till we got her down on the bench, while Molly had really to be carried and placed on my knees. But now, both were satisfactorily fixed, and nervously awaited their fate, their bosoms panting and heaving with their desperate exertions.
‘Now, my darlings, Lady Betty is at your disposal!’ I said with a cruel smile, ‘I’ll take charge of Molly! My pet,’ I added as the girls hastily arranged among themselves how to deal with Lady Betty, ‘I’ll try and make you comprehend what your mother from time to time is feeling!’
‘Let me have charge of Lady Betty’s breasts,’ cried Connie.
‘Excellent!’ cried Alice, ‘Fanny and I want her cunt between us! Now your ladyship,’ she added as Fanny knelt between Lady Betty’s legs and Connie, stationing herself by her shoulders, greedily seized Lady Betty’s breasts in her little hands, ‘you’re not to spend till we give you leave!’-and kneeling down between Connie and Fanny and opposite the object of her admiration, she placed her hands on the forest of hair and while Fanny’s fingers attacked Lady Betty’s crack, Alice proceeded to play with Lady Betty’s cunt.
‘Oh, my God! stop!’ yelled the unhappy lady as her breasts and private parts thus became the prey of the now excited girls.
‘Mother! oh mother!’ shrieked Molly at the sight of her naked mother being thus tortured. Just then I gently seized Molly’s breasts. ‘Don’t Jack!’ she screamed, agitating herself on my lap, her plump bottom moving deliciously on my thighs and stimulating my prick to wild erection. Molly’s breasts were simply luscious, and I handled them delightedly as I watched her mother’s agonies and listened to her cries.
Steadily and remorselessly, Connie’s hands worked Lady Betty’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, stroking, pulling and even pinching them; she simply revelled in the touch of Lady Betty’s ripe flesh, and while she faithfully attended to the duties committed to her, she delightedly watched Alice and Fanny as they played with Lady Betty’s cunt. Every now and then they would change positions, Alice then devoting herself to the gaping orifice itself, while Fanny played with the hairs; it was while they were thus dividing the duty that Alice suddenly rose and fetched the box of feathers.
Connie’s eyes glittered delightedly as Fanny lent herself to Alice’s caprice by carefully parting the dense mass that clustered on Lady Betty’s cunt and thus clearing the way for the feather. With a finger on each side of the pouting slit, she kept the curling hairs back-then Alice, poising her hand daintily brought the tip of the feather along the tender lips. A fearful shriek burst from Lady Betty, followed by another, and another, as Alice continued to tickle Lady Betty’s cunt, now passing the feather along the slit itself, now inside, now gently touching the clitoris! Every muscle in Lady Betty’s body seemed to be exerting itself to break her fastenings and escape from the terribly subtle torture that was being so skilfully administered to her; she wriggled her hips and bottom in the most extraordinary way, seeing how tightly we had fastened her, then she would arch herself upwards, contorting herself frantically and disturbing Connie’s grasp of her breasts-all the time shrieking almost inarticulate prayers for mercy. It was a wonderful sight-a fine voluptuous woman naked being tortured by three pretty girls also naked-and my lust surged wildly in me.
So far I had confined my attentions to Molly’s delicious breasts so that Molly should not have her attention too much distracted from her mother by her own sensations; she was wild with grief and terror at the sight of the cruel indignities and tortures being inflicted on her naked and helpless mother, and with flushed face and horrified eyes she followed every movement. But when she saw the feather applied to her mother’s cunt and heard her fearful shrieks and witnessed her desperate struggles, she completely lost her head. ‘Mother, dear!… oh! my darling!… stop them, Jack!… stop, Alice, you’re killing her!… oh my God, stop!…’ she yelled as she desperately endeavoured to get loose and go to her mother’s help, and I really had to hold her tightly to me lest she should hurt herself in her frantic efforts. But it was now full time for me to intervene, for Lady Betty was fast being driven into madness by the terrible tickling of so sensitive a part of herself; so I called out to Alice, who reluctantly stopped, Connie and Fanny at the same time ceasing their attentions.
‘Oh-h-h!’ moaned Lady Betty with evident heartfelt relief as she turned her head unconsciously towards us, her eyes half closed, her lips slightly parted. The three girls gloatingly watched her in silence, while I soothed poor Molly; and before long both Lady Betty and her daughter regained comparative command of themselves.
I intercepted an interrogating glance from Lady Betty to her daughter as if seeking to learn what had happened to the latter. I thought it as well to answer. ‘Molly is all right, Lady Betty, she was so interested in watching you that I haven’t done more than play with her breasts; but now that you are going to have a rest and can watch her, we’ll proceed!’ And I slid my right hand down to Molly’s virgin cunt.
‘Oh!’ she shrieked, utterly upset by the sensation of a male hand on her tender organ.
‘No, Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, again made herself by the horrible sight. Promptly the three girls crowded round me to watch Molly, taking care not to interfere with Lady Betty’s view of her daughter.
‘Oh don’t, Jack!’ again Molly shrieked as she felt my fingers begin to wander inquisitively over her cunt, feeling, pressing, stroking and caressing it tenderly but deliberately, and rousing sensations in her, which strangely frightened her by their half-pleasant nature. ‘Don’t be afraid, darling!’ cooed Connie, ‘you’ll like it presently!’ I continued my sweet investigations and explorations, my fingers moving gently all over Molly’s private parts, playing with her silky hairs, stroking her cunt’s throbbing lips-then as she became calmer and submitted herself more quietly to having her cunt felt, I tenderly tested her for virginity by slowly and gently pushing my finger into her. ‘Stop, Jack!’ she cried agitatedly, ‘oh stop!-you’re hurting me!’ her face crimson with shame, for it was evident to her what my object was.
I smiled congratulatingly at Lady Betty, whose eyes never left Molly in her maternal anxiety and distress. ‘I congratulate you, your ladyship,’ I said, ‘your daughter is a virgin, and as I haven’t had a virgin for some time I’m the more obliged to you for allowing me this opportunity and the privilege of taking Molly’s sweet maidenhead!’
‘No, no!… oh, mother!’ cried Molly in terrible distress while her mother, knowing that remonstrances would not avail, moaned heartbrokenly, ‘Oh, Jack! how can you be so cruel!’
Suddenly Molly seemed to be seized with a fit of desperation; ‘You shan’t have me!… oh you brute! you coward!… you shan’t have me!…’ she shrieked as she frantically struggled to break loose.
‘Oh, oh Molly,’ I said chidingly, ‘what a naughty temper, darling!’
‘Let me loose! you beast!’ she cried making another furious struggle, ‘you shan’t have me!… I won’t let you, you beast!’ she hissed, ‘leave me alone!… take your hand away, you cruel lustful brute!… oh!… oh!!…’ she shrieked, as again I forced my finger into her cunt and began to agitate it gently. ‘Help, mother!’ she yelled, again struggling desperately-then, ‘Oh! Jack! do stop!… oh! you’re hurting me!’ as she relapsed into her usual mood.
I nodded to Connie who at once came up. ‘Get a feather, dear, we must punish Molly! You can tickle her cunt as she now is; it will perhaps cure her temper!’
Quickly and in huge delight, Alice handed Connie a sharp-pointed feather. ‘No, no, Mrs Blunt! don’t tickle me!’ she cried in terror, as the recollection of her mother’s agony flashed through her mind. But Connie was now on her knees before us and with a smile of delight she applied the feather to Molly’s tender cunt.
‘Oh, my God!’ shrieked Molly.
‘Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, appreciating from her recent experience what her daughter must be feeling.
‘Stop, Mrs Blunt!… Mrs Blunt, do stop!… oh my God, I can’t stand it!… oh Mrs Blunt-t!… dear Mrs Blun-t!… stop!… stop!… I’ll be good!… I’ll do anything you like, Jack!… you can have me, Jack!… oh Mrs Blunt-t!… Mrs Blunt- t!…’ shrieked Molly, mad with the awful tickling she was getting.
‘Stop for a moment, Connie,’ I said, then with a tender forefinger, I soothed and caressed Molly’s tortured and irritated cunt till the girl was herself again.
‘Now Molly,’ I said gravely, ‘of your own free will, you’ve declared that you’ll be good, that you’ll do anything I want, and that you’ll let me have you. You were rather excited at the time; what do you say now?’
Molly shivered. ‘Oh, Jack,’ she stammered, ‘I’ll be good but… but… I can’t do the rest!’
‘Go on, Connie,’ I said briefly.
‘No, no, Jack, not again!’ cried Molly, but the feather was now being again applied to her cunt-only this time I pulled its lips apart so that Connie could tickle Molly’s delicately sensitive interior, which she gleefully did. Molly’s screams and struggles now began to be something fearful and poor Lady Betty, horror-stricken at the sight of her daughter’s agony, cried: ‘Promise everything, darling, you’ll have to submit!’
