'Lord Ferrars considered that it would be safer for me not to bee seen at any English port until I was thoroughly familiar with my new mode of life, so we started for a few weeks' cruise in the Mediterranean.
'Before leaving England, he wrote to my mother, telling her all that had happened and promising to take every care of me, provide for me handsomely and bring me back safely to her in due time. Meanwhile, he sent her a liberal present, and said it would be repeated from time to time. My mother took the money, being a sensible woman, made no noise about the matter and only stipulated that I should keep her regularly informed of our whereabouts and how I was getting on.
'My first adventure occurred when the yacht was in the port of Genoa.
While lying at anchor there, his lordship received tidings of the illness of a near relative, which obliged him t return to England without delay; so he determined to leave the yacht at her anchorage and make the journey overland, while I remained in charge as his representative.
'We had then a skipper named Captain Jones. He was a good seaman and a careful navigator, but somehow I never liked nor trusted him. I think he suspected me from the first for I observed that he was continually watching me. he was always giving me advice, and offered to teach me navigation, but I avoided all intimacy with him and kept him at a civil distance.
'Before starting, Lord Ferrars engaged a teacher to give me instruction in French and Italian. I was glad of this occupation, and used to go ashore every day to make purchases and attend my master. My custom was to dine at a restaurant and return to the yacht in the evening. One of the men, named Roberts, who was an especial favourite of mine as he had an honest, open face, came to me on shore, and told me privately that he thought it his duty to inform me that Captain Jones, who was purveyor to Lord Ferrars, was carrying on extensive speculation, and was besides in the habit of bringing improper characters on board the yacht in my absence.
'When I returned that evening, I looked over Captain Jones' accounts, and finding many proofs of dishonesty, I charged him with speculation, and at the same time gave him strict orders to admit no one on board without my permission.
'I will never forget the villainous look the fellow gave me, when he found that his dishonesty was detected. Revenge gleamed in his eye, and I felt it would not be safe to pass another night on the yacht without sufficient protection. However, as it was then too late to go ashore, I made what preparation I could to secure myself from sudden assault.
'There was a pair of pistols in the cabin, which I sometimes used, practising at a mark; these I took down and carefully loaded. My own dirk, I placed within reach. Then, calling for the steward, I told him I should want nothing further for the night, but to be ready if I need him.
When he went out, I double bolted the door of the saloon leading forward, and locked the after cabin leading to the mizzen hatch. Then I lighted the cabin lamp, and sat down to write to my absent lord. I finished a long letter to him, and then commenced one to my mother; after a while, I grew very sleepy, and without thinking what I was doing, laid my head on my arm and fell fast asleep.
'I do not know how long I had remained in that state when I was suddenly awakened by being seized from behind, something was thrust into my mouth and a bandage tied over the lower part of my face, effectually preventing my making the slightest noise; my arms were at the same time firmly held behind my back.
'As I turned my head to see the perpetrator of this outrage, the hated voice of Captain Jones hissed in my ear, while his hand pressed in between my legs.
''Hah, miss, we have found you out, we'll put a stop to your pranks you' (here, he called me some vile names, which I need not repeat). 'You indeed, to order us about, and threaten Lord Ferrars on us! And much we care for Lord Ferrars. I have a great mind, before I leave tonight, to scuttle his fine yacht and send his pretty mistress to the bottom.
Meanwhile my lads' (speaking to two of the crew that were acting with him), 'search the cabin, break open all the lockers and put together everything you fancy or consider worth taking, while I amuse myself with this lassie, and afterwards you shall have her to fuck or to bugger just as you please.' 'My heart sank within me; I was absolutely powerless, and unable to call for help. I felt that nothing could be gained by resistance; that my only chance was to submit and watch for an opportunity to escape.
'Captain Jones proceeded very deliberately to strip me of my clothing, holding my hands firmly all the time. He then tied my wrists with the ends of two short ropes, and with the other end my ankles at the same time. Then he placed me back on the table on my back, and spreading open my thighs with his hands, rubbed his ugly face round and over my cunt; muttering as he did so, 'Ugh, Miss Gipton, but you have a fine slit of a cunt. What grand fucking you and his lordship must have had in this cabin!' Then he drew open the lips with his fingers and pinched the clitoris. 'By Jove, it is splendid! So red! So hot! So moist! And so savoury!' He then rubbed his nose up and down the furrow, and after sucking the clitoris pushed his tongue up the passage. I had no idea that any man could use his tongue as he did. It felt so strong and entered so far; it was more like a prick than anything else.
'In spite of my anger and vexation, a voluptuous feeling began to pervade my cunt and bottom, and I could not help heaving up my bum as the thought passed through my mind: 'I wonder will he go lower down and suck my bottom?' I longed to feel his tongue in my bottomhole.
If I could have spoken, I might have said: 'Suck my arse, Captain Jones, and I will forgive you everything.'
'He seemed to divine my thoughts, for clutching the cheeks of my bottom with both hands, he clapped his mouth on my arsehole, and after sucking for a moment the wrinkled edges of the orifice, thrust up his tongue amidst its sensitive creases. Oh! it was delicious! For the life of me, I could not help wriggling my bottom and opening my arsehole to admit more of his pleasure-giving tongue.'
Here, she had to pause; for the pitch of excitement to which we were all raised, both by her free use of these lewd expressions and the wanton play of our fingers, necessitated our seeking some outlet for the pentup streams that were ready to burst forth.
The two gentlemen had been persistently exercising their ingenuity in titillating our cunts, but when Frances described the pleasurable sensation produced in her arsehole by the entrance of the Captain's tongue, they transferred their attention to our bottoms, and poking their fingers into our arseholes, stirred them about most deliciously.
This very lustful proceeding made us particularly willing to comply with their request for us to lie on our backs, side by side but in opposite directions across the couch on which we were sitting.
It was a low broad sofa, which I had caused to be specially made without a back, and was therefore admirably suited to our purpose.
While they were placing us in the position they desired, that is with our thighs lifted up and pressed down on our flanks, so that our bottoms were fully up with cunts stretched open and neither entrances well in view, I said to Frances, 'What a dear lascivious girl you are, Frances!
Your wanton talk about your arsehole has driven our men wild! My husband's prick seems just bursting for a fuck. I will put it myself into your cunt, and hold it while operating there, while you can assist Lord Ferrars into mine — not that he needs help, however, for I feel him there already.'
As I was saying this, I turned the upper part of my body toward her bottom and leaned my cheek against her thigh, while with one hand I took hold of my husband's fully distended prick and popped its glowing head into her open cunt, and with the other grasped his pendant balls and gently churned them with my fingers as, with successive prods, he darted his delightful instrument into her region of bliss.
'Oh, Queenie! How good you are!' she responded. 'How nice to feel your fingers playing about my cunt while you watch your husband's prick filling t with pleasure. Oh, Dick! Your prick is like heaven in my cunt.
Oh! that was a glorious shove! I feel your wife pinching my clitoris; now her fingers are in my cunt alongside your prick; now, they are on my bottom: fuck — fuck — fuck. And you, my dear lord, are fully repaying her for it; ah — that's right — fuck her well — give her a belly full — drive home your prick — I will press it at the root. Hah! You like that. I will squeeze your cods — you like that too. Now, I will tickle your arse; and that you like best of all! Fuck, my lord; fuck, Queenie; fuck Dick. And we'll bound and heave — prick and cunt — arse and cods — all together — fuck — fuck — fuck.'
The abundant and rapturous effusion we enjoyed on this occasion so cooled us all down that we agreed to separate until the evening, when with recovered strength and renewed appetite we would again place our selves in position to listen pleasantly to the continuation of Frances's animating story.
