doors to the room in the Keep. I think the wine which Eva had persuaded me to drink, in order to steady my nerves, only acted as a stimulant to my childish lust, for when Algy laid me among the cushions on the divan and began to take off my clothes, I thoroughly enjoyed the process, and recalling the scene of Ethel's seduction, longed for the time when I would be old enough to submit myself to him as entirely as she had done to her lover. There is no doubt that little girls when they are naked look much older and more capable of deeds of lust than they do when dressed in their short frocks and childish clothes; in fact some children of twelve years or even younger have quite a little tuft of pretty hair above their tiny slits, and I know that when naked I might at this time have passed for a girl of fourteen, though I had no hair at all between my legs. Algy had soon undressed me and himself also, and then brought the photographs which we examined and talked about as we both lay with the book between us. We of course spent most of our time in looking at the pictures of child-girls and men, and picked out those of little girls younger than myself who were actually being fucked and apparently enjoying it. “If these children can stand it, Phyllis dear, why should not you? They are much younger than you are and altogether less womanly,” and he passed his hand over my little breasts till it rested between my thighs.
“Oh! Algy, I do not know,” I said, “they seem very young indeed.
See this one cannot be more than ten or eleven and yet the man is quite far into her, and she has her arms round his neck and is kissing him as if she enjoyed it.” “Scores of girls of that age are seduced,” Algy replied, and then throwing the book on the floor he took me in his arms. “Oh! Phyllis, won't you let me dear? I shall be away at sea so long, and may not come home till you are fifteen or sixteen years old; and when I go away I shall feel that I have lost you, and that when you are older you will give yourself to someone else, but my darling,” he added passionately kissing my lips, “if we fucked each other now we could love and be true always, and then you would marry me, Phyllis dear, would you not?” “Oh! Algy, Algy, what would Eva say if she heard you now?” “Never mind Eva just now,” he replied. “She cannot know all, and may be too careful; only think of those little girls in the photographs, and that this may be our last chance as I may be away for years.” “You must not talk of leaving me, Algy. I cannot do without you dear, but you know I am yours now, as I shall be when you come home again, and if you wish it I will give you all that a little girl of my age can give to the boy she loves better than anything else in the world.” Besides rubbing my slit Algy had been kissing my lips and sucking my little breasts, and as I held his stiff prick my passions were so fully aroused that I felt ready to do anything, and suffer any pain, so long as it increased his love for me and made him feel that I was indeed his own child-wife. “Then you will give me all, my darling,” he said, “and let me seduce you?” “I will do anything, Algy, that will give you pleasure and make you love me.” Putting his face between my legs he sucked me till I spent, and then he rubbed a quantity of vaseline into my slit and on the end of his prick. I think we were both rather frightened at what we were going to do, at least I know that I was, and we lay very quietly in each others arms for a time. “It is so good of you Phyllis, my darling to let me do this to you. Do you think you're ready?” “I am waiting Algy. Oh darling, don't hurt me very much, don't kill me!” At a touch from his hand I had opened my legs very wide apart and bent my knees, and as he lay upon my naked body I took his strong prick in my hand and placed the point between the lips of my slit. Then I began to learn what those other poor little girls in the photographs must have suffered when they were perhaps forced into the arms of cruel men who paid their mothers well for the privilege of nearly killing a pretty child! Algy pressed his prick hard and although the pain it gave me was awful I did all I could to help him to get it in. He knew that his cock could not be in close contact with my cunt much longer without spending, so before then my maidenhead must give away.
Tightly I clasped my legs round his and then with one awful thrust he at last accomplished his desire. That bursting pain was so awful that I never dreamt that such agony could be produced in the body of a child without its killing her, but nature came to my aid, and before a second pang I had fainted. Algy wisely took the opportunity of my unconsciousness to get his cock deeper into my body and when I recovered I found that I held more than half of it within me. He lay very still for a time so as not to hurt me, but the feeling was very strange, for I seemed to be stretched and full of something almost to bursting. But Algy could not of course keep back his spend, so with two or three quick thrusts, each of which made me cry out from the severity of the sensations it produced, I felt his cock swell and my childish body absorbed the hot jets of spunk which came again and again and cemented together our life-long love for each other. But oh, how exhausted I was when he withdrew his prick and, getting water and a sponge, bathed my bleeding cunt. Whether I had actually spent or not I cannot tell, for I was all the time suffering from such severe shock and acute pain that I knew very little of what happened except that I felt Algy's spunk come, and I think I spent at the same time. I now saw the difference between seducing a child-girl and one of Ethel's age. I had watched her closely at the time, and after the first pain, she soon recovered and responded to her lover's movements, giving out with her utmost strength her own juices to mingle with those she received. But with me it was so different, for after all I was but a child; and now I felt so cold that I asked Algy to wrap me up in any shawls and rugs that he could find. Seeing that I was still so faint, he gave me some brandy and water, and then made some tea with the spirit lamp and kettle which were kept in the adjoining room for the purpose. After taking these restoratives I felt better and had a sound sleep for perhaps half an hour, and on awakening found Algy still naked sitting on the edge of the divan beside me. “Now, Phyllis, give me some more of that sweet love of yours,” he said, and at once removing my shawls got between my legs, while I, bending my knees, took his cock once more deep into my childish body. Tired as I was I spent almost at once; in fact it seemed almost impossible while his prick plunged in and out that I could stop for a moment. He seemed to draw every thing towards him, and then to thrust it back again, and in reality his cock as it went in and out was acting as a pump would do, and oh my God! it nearly killed me. Algy was long in coming, and he must have fucked me hard for nearly a quarter of an hour, for I know that I fainted several times before, in a brief interval of consciousness, I felt him convulsively deluge me with his spunk. But I was too far gone to feel any sensation of pleasure now, and as he withdrew from my inanimate body, I sank back with a moan and again became unconscious.
I suffered no pain and I was quite happy, but I thought I was dying and did not care; why should I – I thought vaguely – if my boy is satisfied with me? Algy was by this time thoroughly frightened, and wrapping me in rugs and shawls gave me brandy in hot tea. But these things only revived me for the moment, and I relapsed again into a state of utter exhaustion. Then taking my cold hands in his, he buried his face on my shoulder and cried like a child. “Don't cry like that, Algy,” I said after a minute or two, “perhaps Eva might know what to do if you don't mind telling her.” He sprang to his feet at once. “What a brute I was not to think of it before,” he said and dressing as quickly as possible rushed from the room.
Then I became unconscious again, and the next thing I remember is Eva gently raising my head while she made me drink some salvolatile and water. Opening my eyes I looked up in her kind, sad face down which tears were now running and said: “Don't blame Algy, Eva dear, it was all my fault, I think I might go home now,” and then I went off into what seemed a dreamless sleep again. When I awoke I felt a little stronger and Eva and Algy dressed me. “Now, Phyllis, my love, we must carry you down to the morning room,” she said, “and tell the servants that it is sun-stroke from which you are suffering. It will not be necessary to have a doctor, as Algy and I have both been in India, and know what to do in such cases of illness.” No one saw us as they carried me into the morning room, and when Eva had closed the secret door in the old oak cupboard she rang the bell violently and the butler answered it immediately.
“Miss Phyllis has had a slight sun-stroke,” she said, “and must go to bed here at once. Tell Janet too get the little room next to my own ready while my maid takes up hot bottles and a dish of crushed ice.” The latter was not, of course, required for my head, as she wished it to be supposed, but to check the bleeding which had never ceased. Half an hour afterwards I was laid in a warm bed with a hot water bottle against my feet, and as Eva had undressed me herself after sending her maid away to get some beeftea, no one suspected my real condition. While I was taking the soup Eva told me that she would at once send a note to my aunt telling her that I was suffering from slight sunstroke, and that although there was no cause for uneasiness, I had better stay quietly at the Manor House for a few days complete quiet, and she would call and explain matters more fully the next day. After this I fell asleep. When I awoke a night-light was burning in the room and Eva in her dressing gown was sitting in a low chair by my bed. She gave me some more of the soup, and I begged her to go to bed but she would not hear of it, and I was soon sound asleep again. Next morning I was much better, though dreadfully shaken and far too weak to rise. Algy came to see me after breakfast and the poor boy looked wretchedly ill, and tears stood in his eyes as he tried to tell me in a broken voice how he would give his life to undo the injury he had done me on the previous afternoon; then he sat down by my bedside and taking my hand begged me once more to be his wife and he would live alone for my happiness. I soon became stronger, for Eva nursed me with the devotion of a little mother, but I remained with her three weeks, by which time Sir Harry had returned home and
