using it for his own purposes. He stood over Petra and gave the eighteen-year-old nymph a savage smack across her slim buttocks with it. Petra screamed with uncontrolled panic. I do not know, Jack, if she had been daring him to do this, but I am quite sure Petra never dreamt that a school strap could hurt as much. A second whack of the leather across her demure buttocks brought a second scream. Petra was desperate to obey him now. She turned her hard young face and fringe to him, pleading, promising. But Otto was enjoying this too much. Whack! Smack!
Whack! Smack! Crack! The walls of the room rang with echoes of the searing lashes of the leather strap across the bare and writhing cheeks of Petra's bottom. Otto had subdued her easily and yet he was far from satisfied with her. The thrashing continued until Petra's demure young backside was blazing scarlet and all thought of further defiance was more than she dared to contemplate. Otto knelt astride her and presented the head of the battering ram to the tight rear loophole of the defiant citadel. A lunge and a pressing forward carried the day. There was a moment's shrillness from Petra, a cry of alarm from her, and then Otto gasped out his ecstasy at the tightness of the young nymph's backside which engulfed the hard length of his tool. As Petra's cries subsided and she submitted to that steady rhythm of the sodomy, it was only natural to twit-and chaff her for making such a fuss about so trivial a matter. If she did not join in the game of backgammon quite as lustily as Sonja had done, at least she lay there on her belly over the pillows and appeared to enjoy having it done to her. Otto kept her behind busy for some little while before he released the pent-up passion which had been simmering in his balls. Petra still retained a certain self-possession and dignity, for she was determined not to let us hear her cry out when the moment came. Cramming the corner of the pillow into her mouth, she emitted only a few stifled cries as the weapon shot off and pumped its salvoes into the depths of her slim backside. I will not weary you, Jack, with all the incidents which took place before the first yellow light of eastern sun touched the cool grey waters of the lake.
Several times Sonja and Petra, squirming on the beds in anticipation of their bridegrooms' return, cried out wildly that they had had enough cock for the time being and could not endure another ravishing in their present tender state. Who has not heard similar entreaties from every honeymoon suite? Yet once the penis was in place and the ride had begun, the hips and loins of the fillies moved with as eager a rhythm as those of their jockeys! I can best describe the extent and vigour of the pleasures by assuring you that when morning came, Sonja and Petra were obliged to walk with very small and cautious steps. The saddle of a bicycle was something which they might have contemplated with sheer horror. When the maids came to make the beds, they found not only the straps but a birch-rod in the folds of the sheets. It will not surprise you, then, to hear that when Sonja and Petra sat down to breakfast, it was with a wince and a sharp intake of breath. We smiled at this and reminded them that a honeymoon does not end after the first night. Karl and Otto are such fine fellows that they recover their strength easily in a few hours.
In the afternoon, I received a few well-bred young ladies of Berlin as my guests at tea. We talked freely among ourselves for they abhor prudery. Not one of them would miss the opportunity to have several girls as her slaves, in addition to the pleasures to be received from mankind. I made Sonja and Petra attend our little tea-party and, despite their blushes, explained that they had both enjoyed their first honeymoon night a few hours earlier. When Sonja asked if she might withdraw for a moment, three of the ladies pleaded the same necessity and went out immediately after her. You will guess the reason, Jack. When Sonja's knickers came down, these merry young ladies were determined that they must be there to watch.
The prospect of seeing how her bridegroom had enjoyed himself with her-and she with him-proved an irresistible temptation. To Sonja's dismay, she rose from the pedestal on which she had sat, only to be led immediately out and made to bend for their admiration. The ladies were delighted by what they saw and vowed that so many raised weals of the birch across Sonja's buttocks and thighs argued that hers was a honeymoon of true and enduring passion. They told her that she could not deny having enjoyed herself thoroughly, for the lubrication was still moist in her cunt. Sonja's brown face looked greatly flustered and she pleaded in defence of her modesty that she had been birched against her will. But one of the young ladies pointed out a lingering trace of vaseline between Sonja's bottom-cheeks. At this they all laughed, dismissing Sonja's self-defence, and said that she must have been deeply in love with the man to let him take her in such a way. They kept her bending like this for almost half an hour, intrigued by such a view. Indeed, their fingers explored her before and behind. When she flinched and pleaded, tenderness, this only served to make them more certain of the honeymoon passion which had driven her to such lengths. Petra was also accompanied and examined by these jovial young ladies when she made the same pilgrimage. When the blond nymph begged them to believe that she was detained at the villa unwillingly for these sports, they laughed uproariously. For had she not all the marks of passion upon her? They dismissed her pleadings as a young bride's natural shyness. Now, my dear Jack, as I write these words Lord Frederick comes and gives me a message for you.
We shall leave the Villa Anna in three days' time. It is the earliest possible date by which we can vacate it. I do not yet know the full details of our journey with the four girls. Indeed, Lord Fred has one or two arrangements still to make. As always, there are customs officials to be bribed and the palm of the chief of police must be crossed with silver. Various guardians of the law will chink the gold in their pockets and look the other way as several girls are bundled past them, eyes bulging perhaps and tongues straining against their gags. As his lordship says, these things are not difficult in any country of the world but they take precious time to arrange.
A propos, Lord Fred would have you and your little seraglio ready to travel in three weeks' time. You will, I imagine, wish to bring at least four beautiful fair-skinned houris with you. Who could deny you Claudia and Katharine, Elke and perhaps the young Swedish blonde Helena? Will you bring your red-headed maid Sian? Why should you not?
For the rest, you must be guided by prudence and the likely consequences. You might choose the other Swedish nymph Agnetha and perhaps those two voluptuous olive-skinned Italian students, Daniela and Valeria. Beyond that, however, Lord Fred and I counsel caution. If you must have a high-school adolescent like Vanessa, by all means. But let that be your limit. You will be beyond the reach of the English law, and yet it would not do to attract too much resentment upon yourself. Lord Fred himself will write to you upon our safe arrival with the girls here and will warn you that your time of departure is at hand. You may be sure that I, too, will write him a letter and chronicle our saucy experiences in the new seraglio with our girls!* And now, dearest Jack, I take my leave of Berlin for as long as is necessary before the scandal dies down. Prepare yourself for a similarly agreeable exile in company with us, your two greatest friends and most earnest well-wishers. May fate bring you soon to join Your own adoring Dolly. Lord Frederick 'The letters promised by Dolly will be found in the second part of this volume- Editor Anonymous Aphrodizzia
NINE
Lord Frederick's letter to his friend Jack-His lordship's good-natured offer-The island paradise-Lord Fred describes his own curious plantation in a remote region of the delta -His white women slaves-How one may buy a fancy-girl at auction-The pleasures of such a collection- Merry-making among the planters who have such girls to serve them-The delights awaiting Jack!
Dear Jack, Let me begin by assuring you how much I regret that our paths have not crossed more often these past few years. Alas, certain circumstances have made it inadvisable that I should return to England as things are, while your enjoyments keep you there almost constantly! Knowing me as you do, old fellow, you may be sure that I have not written to you merely to make a dirge of our separation. In a little while we shall be reunited- and under the most auspicious conditions. Can you guess? I believe you can! Dolly and I have come safely through our voyage and have brought the four damsels to that island paradise which is to be yours for the next ninety-nine years! May you live so long to enjoy it! Who knows but that Dolly may be your guest during some of that time?
Our journey, though arduous, was never one which put us in true peril. Dolly's chum, the Kaisar's own chief of police for the Berlin region, provided us with papers for the four girls. By means of these we were enabled to cross frontiers to Trieste and to take ship upon the liner Isolde, bound for the Canaries. The good chief of the gendarmerie was not only rewarded by a handsome sum, but also by the gift of a charming blonde, Hanne, a delightful girl of sixteen, a debutante in every sense of that term. By now, you may be sure, she knows the feeling
