A wise man said a long time ago that in the spring the sap runneth, and true indeed is it that when the sap runneth, he usually runneth after girls. There is an ineffable charm about the fair sex that only one dedicated to their sensuous enjoyment can appreciate to the utmost. Whatever form his pleasure-taking assumes, it is the true sensualist who is man's greatest fan.
The stories contained within this little volume center around men who are, indeed voluptuaries of the first order. There is no question that they appreciate to the fullest the physical charms of all females, young and old alike. They particularly like the friction produced by what a friend of mine living in Hawaii chooses to call PIV and note that this is not the electronic abbreviation for peak inverse voltage but rather penis-in-vagina. Fucking is a way of life to these men, and they will stop at nothing to achieve their ends.
The sublime confidence they display is one of the reasons for their success. The lover who is hesitant, who is afraid of offending by too rash action too often offends more by inaction. There is not, in this book, inaction of any sort.
The stories are fast-paced, lively, and well-drawn. That they have been rescued from oblivion and made readily available is good, for they richly deserve to be better known.
Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia April, 1968
SUZETTES WOOING
Mrs. Slaton sat in the shade of an old elm tree in her secluded back yard suckling her first born. She was proud of her recent maternity, proud of her baby and proud too, of her breasts, and all with the best of reasons. Hence when her young sister Suzie appeared around the corner of the house, closely followed by Dick Glover, the youth who was at present her preferred companion, Adele Slaton made no attempt to conceal the white hemisphere from whose tip her tiny son was eagerly sucking nutriment.
To be sure, if under other circumstances Dick Glover had caught her with a naked breast protruding from her raiment, she would have been mortified and would have hastened to hide that distinctly feminine beauty. But certainly no one with any sense would expect her to cease feeding her child just because a strange man presumed to intrude upon her while thus engaged.
Not that Dick was exactly a stranger either. The rising young lawyer had been paying attention to the pretty, auburn-haired Suzette for some months and it was generally understood in the community that an engagement announcement might be expected at any time. Perfectly fitting it would be too, Mrs. Slaton thought, for the barrister was twenty-six and well started on a promising career, while Suzie was twenty and would bring him a dowry worthwhile.
She did not disturb either the baby or herself as the pair sank into chairs before her on the little grass plot bordered with flower beds gay with richly colored pansies and nasturtiums of tawny gold. She was bound she would not show any shame over this perfectly natural function of hers. And so, even when little Philip, finding the flow from her right breast pretty well exhausted, raised his head, exposing all the round full nude hillock with its dainty tip rising from a soft rosy circle, she did not rush frantically to stow the snowy beauty away within the bosom of her gown. She let it stand out there before the eyes of her sister and the interested young man while she wiped the baby's little lips on a soft kerchief. Then, as the child seemed to be hungry, she reached into the clinging folds of her lounging robe and drew the other breast out into the light. For a moment her entire bust lay naked in the morning air and was pleasantly fanned by a mild breeze that tempered the heat of the day. Then, as the infant's groping lips found and closed over her left nipple, Adele leisurely covered from view the other breast.
During all this process she chatted gaily with Suzie and with Dick. She had to do most of the chatting for the other two seemed more or less constrained. She could not help observing that Dick, though he strove to appear at ease, kept his eyes glued on the parade of her bosom and that he was flushing noticeably. Very well, if he was silly enough to be so affected by the sight of her bust let him. She couldn't be expected to halt her child's meal just because a man happened to stroll up.
Suzie was not at ease either, Adele noticed. The girl's clear dimpled cheeks were stained with a soft glow and her eyes went from her sister's bare bosom to her lover's face as if noting the effect of the display upon him.
In truth, Suzie was much impressed and affected. She saw that Dick's senses were stirred and troubled by the nudity of the young mother's breasts and she was disturbed and embarrassed herself. She felt almost as if her own flesh were exposed to her sweetheart's eyes. It was as if Adele had said silently to Dick, "Here, this is the way Suzie's bare bust looks," and he had replied mentally, "I knew it. When I see your breasts naked, I am picturing your sister's nude bosom also."
Not that it was exactly so, she thought. For Adele's bust was swollen by the influx of milk and the nipples were turgid, while her own breasts remained, as her elder sister's had formerly been, firm and dainty with the nipples merely tiny coral tips in a soft pink circle on the summits of the white hills.
Indeed she was distressed oddly, almost as if these things had been said aloud. The persistence of Dick in holding that now long promontory, on which the baby was busily engaged, under his eyes as if entranced, brought a queer throb almost of jealousy to her heart. To be sure, it was a pleasing sight for a man, yes, even for a woman, but it was not tactful of Dick to let her see so plainly the pleasure he got from her sister's exposure.
And so when the pair set out for the tennis courts a little later to play a set or two before dinner, she was somewhat cool and distant toward her stalwart dark-skinned suitor, whom she secretly adored and for whose overtures regarding matrimony she was waiting with what patience she could muster.
Dick retaliated by suppressing his own usually affectionate and merry attitude toward her and they played a few games with none of the laughing badinage which they were in the habit of tossing back and forth over the net almost as frequently as the ball. Both suffered from this constraint, but Dick had a certain consolation that his fair, rosy-cheeked opponent could not share.
Suzie wore a white linen skirt cut wide and full to allow her to make the long strides necessary in dashing to make a return. It reached only to her knees. Although her scotch plaid stockings were not rolled, but were carefully drawn up, and gathered two or three inches above the knee, her rushes toward the net in the brisk breeze which had now arisen sent the skirt flying and gave the fortunate young man glimpses of white bare thighs that made his heart beat faster and served to banish anything like sulking from his mind.
He began to joke with his pretty, auburn-haired foe and she responded in kind, happy to get rid of any touch of ill humor between Dick and herself. In her relief, after he had twitted her on one or two occasions for being too listless and not trying for the hard shots, she began to dash back and forth trying to return even the most distant shots. In consequence her skirt flew more wildly than ever and Dick had chances to glut his eyes on her lovely, white thighs at times almost to the top of her naked pillars.
Suzette, in her keen interest in the game and Dick's nests, hardly realized the spectacle to which she was treating her genial opponent. Feeling the breeze against her bare skin recalled the spectacle to which she was treating her opponent and the fact that she had omitted bloomers for her costume that day and she feared that Dick could see at times above her stockings, but that didn't seem anything to worry much about in these days, when girls think little of the exposure of skin about the knees.
Without Suzie's realizing it, those nude galloping thighs of hers served her better than her expertly handled racquet did in winning the set. Dick, who had been far ahead in the early games, began to play carelessly in his abstraction over those visions of girlish nudity and the score went to deuce.
The vantage game went to Suzette and then she had the score thirty-forty in her favor on Dick's service. He served a hard one which bounced high and she leaped whirling into the air to return the ball. As she did so, the fitful wind caught her skirt and raised it so far that not only both naked thighs but a portion of one plump, lovely buttock met the straining eyes of the young man, as she reached frantically sideways and backward. She managed to drop the ball over the net in a weak return, which Dick could have easily killed if he had not been so flabbergasted and excited by the momentary view he had enjoyed.. As it was, he foozled the return and the set went to the crowing, happy girl.
As they began a second set an accident intervened to put a stop to hostilities for the day. Suzie made a false step in running for the ball, slipped and fell sprawling on her face. Fortunately they were playing on a turf court and the grass broke her fall somewhat, but her breath was knocked out and one ankle twisted so that it hurt badly. Dick leaped over the net in fear that the girl might be seriously injured and rushed to aid her. She was lying speechless upon her face gasping for breath and her little light skirt had been thrown upward in her sliding fall so far that her thighs and the lower projecting curves of her posterior lay naked before the young man's eyes.
Bending over the gasping girl, Dick slipped one arm beneath her and found a soft breast resting against his palm. At the same instant, hardly realizing what he was Doing, he laid his other hand full on the nude bottom.
"Oh, my darling," he cried. "Are you badly hurt?"
Suzie's gasping ineffectual efforts to reply revealed to him that she had merely found her lungs emptied of air by the most unpleasant process known as "having one's breath knocked out." Relieved of apprehension, his senses began to tell him that a firm, girlish breast lay in his palm and that his other hand, drawn as if by command of his subconscious self, had flown to seek lodgement on flesh so silken soft and delicate that it seemed to him the sweetest contact his fingers had ever had.
He should lift her at once and carry her to the house. As a gentleman that was his duty and not to take advantage of the half-dazed condition of a helpless girl by taking liberties with her person. But he was an inflammable youth and much agitated by these first views and touches of usually hidden portions of Suzette's lovely body.
His left hand pressed gently on the yielding mound of that round breast, almost as clearly felt under the thin fabric as if it had been naked in his grasp. With one roving fingertip he sought and found a wee nipple and stroked it. His gleaming eyes followed the movements of his other guilty hand which, obeying the orders of a mind from which sensuality had banished chivalry, drew the disordered skirt of Suzie farther up and exposed her from the small of her back to the tops of her stockings completely naked. The girl had evidently omitted undergarments entirely in arraying herself that hot morning.
"Thought she could trust me not to get gay, I suppose," thought Dick. "Well, I wouldn't either with such a self-respecting, straight, sweet girl as Suzie if it hadn't been for this!" And his glowing eyes devoured the exposed beauties the white smooth back, broadening from the slim waist downward until it became merged with the beautiful, plump, swelling behind; the shapely thighs with their tempting, gleaming skin, tapering from a fine fullness at the top until they vanished into the plaid stockings.
He wanted madly to run his palms over all that nudity but Suzette began to stir and to give signs of full recovery of her senses. She managed to articulate a stifled word or two, which seemed to include his name uttered in a term of reproof. So he took his hand away from the soft breast and, pulling down the girl's skirt, lifted her to her feet. She clung to him, still shaken, and he bent and lifted her in his arms, deciding to take her to a hammock nearby.
With his left arm around her waist he placed his right hand beneath her thighs. As the skirt had not fallen quite to her knees, his fingers rested on the bare skin and he raised her thus and started for the hammock in a shady spot thirty feet away.
Suzie placed an arm about Dick's neck to steady herself and felt a little thrill as she did so. It was the first semblance of an embrace, the first time her arm had entwined around this man whom she loved. Even the pain she felt in her ankle could not subdue her pleasure in the contact. But there was something else to think of. What was it? Oh, yes! Upon regaining her disordered senses she had clearly felt that she was naked in the rear, and she thought there had been finger touches right on her Oh, could Dick have dared? And her breast she had felt a hand there too.
What should she do? She must certainly speak to him about it. Didn't he respect her? He must respect her.
In the brief journey to the hammock, with these thoughts flashing through her bewildered head, she felt the warm imprint of fingers beneath her thighs. So warm and clinging they felt that she knew they must be on her bare skin. Heavens! Was she slipping downward or was the hand slipping upward? It was nearly up to her buttocks as they reached the little grove and Dick placed his fair burden on her back in the hanging hammock.
She lay looking up at him from violet eyes and he gazed back with such solicitude and anxiety in his brown eyes that she could not muster a word of reproach. She wasn't sure he had been intentionally rude anyway. She gave him a reassuring glance.
"I'm all right, Dick. Just shaken a bit and minus my breath for a while. But tell me, didn't something awful happen? I felt so so undressed after I fell."
He smiled a trifle guiltily as he met the shy, inquiring gaze.
"Why why Suzie, your clothes flew up a trifle. I put them down again. It was nothing to fret about."
The girl's face flooded with color.
"I was sure of it," she said with an effort to speak lightly. "You must excuse me for being so scantily dressed, Dick. I didn't realize I was going to make such a show of myself before a young man."
"Be yourself, Suzie," answered Dick, relieved at finding her ignorant of what had actually occurred. "It is I who owe you thanks instead of you owing an apology. It was the best treat I can remember having had in all my life."
"Shame on you, Dick Glover!" cried the embarrassed but not ill-pleased girl. "What a thing to say to me. I can't go around with my clothes over my head just to give you treats, you know. My ankle hurts horribly. I wonder if I've sprained it."
"Oh, my dear Suzie why didn't you say something about it? Which one is it? Oh, yes, the left one. It seems to be swelling. I'd better rub it right away."
As he spoke the impulsive youth raised the now decently lowered skirt and, before the surprised girl could move or speak to prevent him, he pulled down the stocking to her ankle, baring the round, dimpled knee, and the shapely calf with its lily-white skin.
"Oh, Dick!" cried Suzette, as he fingered the delicate ankle with a careful touch in search of a possible fracture. "You ought not to do that. What if someone should see?"
"Don't be silly, Suzie," he replied, as he removed the rubber-soled shoe and took the stocking off over the little pink toes. "We are not going to care a single, solitary cuss what anybody thinks. Besides nobody can see us here."
For some minutes he gently rubbed the ankle, which seemed to have sustained a slight strain rather than a sprain. The pain continued, according to the victim, who lay back in the hammock flushed, but enjoying this manipulation, mild as it was. The flush deepened as he bent suddenly and kissed her naked little foot, and she essayed a reproach.
"Dick, you know you shouldn't do that," she murmured, but her heart beat faster as, for the first time in their acquaintance, she felt her lips upon his. If that first kiss came, which she had secretly desired for weeks, she had surely not anticipated that it would be applied to that end of her person.
He made no answer, but stooped and gathered her into his arms. As he felt the soft body droop against him the cumulative sensuality that it had been inspiring in him for an hour or more seemed to be enhanced and yet modified by a more tender feeling. He suddenly felt that he was carrying in his arms everything worthwhile in the world. For the first time he was certain that Suzette had taken his heart as well as his imagine.
"You are going to be put to bed, young lady. That ankle must be rubbed with liniment and bandaged and you'd better stay under covers for a day or two in order to rest it. I'll take you right up to your room."
Stuffing the little shoe and the multicolored stocking which he had removed from his lady love in his coat pocket, Dick marched over the lawn and up the broad front steps to the house, while Suzie snuggled in his arms with one white bare leg and foot dangling beside their decorously clad mates. She was happy in Dick's embrace, but perturbed by the fear that either her sister, Adele, or the latter's husband, the roguish Perry Slaton, might encounter them, in which case she knew she would never hear the last of joking references to her peculiar trip. She sighed with relief when they were safely inside the big, dark hall with no one in sight. She knew that it was early, anyway, for Perry to have reached home and Adele was probably taking her afternoon nap, while the two servants were engaged below stairs in the preparation of dinner.
Dick did not halt in the hall but marched straight upstairs to Suzie's chamber, to which his clinging burden directed him. He carried her inside the room and laid her on the bed.
And now Suzette received the surprise and shock of her young life. Instead of retiring and leaving her to struggle out of her garments and get into bed, Dick, with a flush mantling his dark cheeks, turned to the door, closed it and returned to the bedside, where he stood looking downward with eyes full of determination at the startled girl.
"I'm going to put you to bed, Suzie," he said, with an effort at calmness. "I've gotten you into this little scrape and I'll see you through with it."
He bent forward and began to unbutton her waist at the throat.
Horrified, Suzie lay still for an instant, too shocked to move. As Dick got two or three of the top buttons unfastened and her chest was exposed down to the silk vest which barely covered her breasts she sprang into action, grasping his busy hands and checking their embarrassing activity.
"Dick, how dare you?" she flamed. Then softening as she realized that her sweetheart was moved by a passion stronger than himself and was hardly responsible for his actions just then, she added:
"Please, Dick, can't you see how awfully you're humiliating me? You've been so good to me and I can't bear to quarrel with you. Just go away, now, there's a dear, and when I'm in bed Adele will bring you in to call upon the interesting invalid and everything will be perfectly proper!"
To this sweet speech, Dick vouchsafed no answer in words. Instead he bent and plucked Suzie off the bed by shoulders and knees, held her upright with feet touching the floor, slipped both hands downward around her until they rested at the back of her knees and then raised them slowly, holding his arms tightly about her legs. The consequence of this maneuver was that poor stupefied Suzie was slowly but surely husked out of her one lone skirt like an ear of corn from its covering. Up went the garment over her plunging thighs, over her bare rump and over her even more intimate cunt until at last she hung dangling there with Dick's strong arms sustaining her by the waist and all her nether parts utterly naked from her waist to her knees. In fact, the exposure went farther than that on the left side of her shapely person, for that limb was denuded entirely, while her right leg still possessed covering as far up as just above the knee.
Stricken utterly helpless by agitation and fear before this transformed lover of hers who seemed deaf now to all but the clamor of his own passions, Suzie almost fainted. Her eyes closed and in a frenzy of woe and outraged modesty she underwent the caress of a bold masculine hand all over her bare body from the waist downward.
Dick, seeing that Suzie's struggles had ceased for the time being, hastened to take advantage of the fact. With his left hand he held up her clothes well above the pink inlet of her belly button and, almost livid with passion, took a backward step and let his lewd eyes sweep over the luscious picture offered by the front of his ladylove's person. His eyes flashed as he scanned the beautiful white belly, the curling dark red hair above her succulent cunt, the comely plump thighs and the rounded legs beyond.
Irresistibly moved, his right hand advanced and placed its extended fingers and palm full in the center of that silken soft belly. It moved about, pressing and feeling all the delicious skin. It went slowly lower and the fingers twined in the luxuriant tendrils at the base of the abdomen. Then a brazen finger pressed between the thighs and passed caressingly up and down along the delicate lips of her cunt wherein, he felt, heaven reposed for him.
As that strong finger began to curve inward between the tightly pressed lips of her young pussy, Suzette, who had undergone all this in a semi-conscious state, was nerved into activity. She gave a shriek, then another and began to struggle to repel the finger which had caused her such consternation and given her such a blissful thrill too. As the finger was withdrawn she tried to push down her clothes. Resisting this action, her maddened lover caught the fabric of the skirt in front at her waist with both hands and pulled it tightly about her maintaining her clothes at that height while, standing a step or two in front of her, he let his lascivious eyes range over her struggling, convulsed person.
Unable to push her skirts down in front on account of the firm grasp of Dick, Suzie's hands flew to her back and she grasped the skirt massed there about her waist and strove to pull it down. This effort was in vain also, for the young man was pulling the fabric forward and keeping it so tightly pressed to her waist in the rear that her trembling fingers could not move it.
It is unhappily necessary to mention here a contemptible proceeding going on in the hall just outside Suzie's chamber door. A chestnut-haired, rather attractive man of about thirty was kneeling and peering through the keyhole just as poor Suzie, her hands placed upon her back, was striving futilely to haul down her skirt and veil her shameful nudity.
As may be suspected, this twinkling-eyed creature in the hall was the girl's brother-in-law, Perry Slaton. Returning home from his office an hour or more before his customary time, he had found nobody about. He had gone to his own chamber for ablutions and was just about to go downstairs again to the library when his ear caught a faint sound like a girl's shriek. It seemed to come from the room of Suzette, three doors away from his own down that dark hall.
He hurried thither, to see what the trouble was. Listening an instant at the door in order to be sure that he had not been mistaken in the locality of the noise, he caught the sounds of an almost silent struggle.
In deep curiosity he dropped upon a knee and looked through the keyhole. In amazement he savored the scene directly in front of him.
Suzette was standing with her back toward him naked, save for one shoe and one stocking, from her waist to the tips of her toes. Her hands clutched her lifted skirt which, as it appeared to Perry, she was holding up in order to expose the nude front of her person to a man standing a step or two away from her. The onlooker, gazing with quickened pulse, saw that it was Dick Glover, the youthful lawyer, who was expected soon to become the fianc' of Suzette. Perry's round, amiable face took on a look of mingled envy and sensuality as he scanned the tableau.
"Lucky scoundrel," he murmured to himself. "He is bound to pluck the fruit early. I suppose this means that they are engaged, but how in the hell he ever managed to persuade Suzie to hold up her own clothes and let him see her belly and her cunt and everything, I'll swear I can't imagine. I always thought she was such a modest little thing."
Perry, who was a sensualist of an inveterate order, had bitter memories of being coldly turned down by his pretty sister-in-law whenever he sought to take the slightest liberty. Once, catching her alone in the hall upstairs hurrying in her night dress from Adele's chamber to her own, he had grasped the little white clad figure and sought to kiss her good night. Suzie, thinking him a bit the worse for injudicious drinking, had kissed him hurriedly and sought to pass on. He had held her and kissed her round bare shoulder, at the same time pressing a hand on her lovely soft bottom. She had wrenched herself free and slapped him in the face. He had shuffled off, fearing she might recount the affair to Adele but she had been mercifully silent.
Once ah, once, and he would never forget it, he had come silently and unexpectedly up the stairs and had seen through a crack in the nearly closed bathroom door, Suzette, stripped to the waist, sponging her torso with cold water. That sight lingered with him, for her firm, pink-tipped breasts and lovely white belly were turned directly toward him. They reminded him of the beauties of his wife's body before the advanced state of pregnancy had come upon her. He wished oh, how he wished that he could have this fair young sister of hers in his bed until Adele should become again ready for his embraces.
Carelessly he had made a little noise and Suzie had hastened to the bathroom door to look about. He had hurried away, but she had looked out and seen his retreating form. For a week she had not spoken to him after that, and Perry felt certain that if Adele had not been in such a delicate condition at the time, Suzette would have complained to her of her husband's attitude, even though she could not prove that he had actually spied upon her through the door of the bathroom.
There had been several other such episodes and, in consequence, Perry had conceived a great yearning for his sweet sister-in-law's body. This was the first time, however, that he had ever seen her buttocks and they filled him with a great joy and longing. How full and beautifully rounded they were, he thought. What a dainty crevice separated them and what luscious creases ran beneath them, where they joined the thighs! "What a fool this fellow Glover is not to turn her around and inspect her bottom as long as she is so kindly holding her clothes up for him," mused the eager peeper, as he readjusted in its close prison the rampant prick which was raging for introduction to Suzette's cunt.
At this instant Suzie chanced to strike the carpet rather hard with her left foot. The pain from her injured ankle, combined with her agitation over the satyr-like actions of Dick, caused her to faint away. As her body slumped, the young man, seeing her pale face and closed eyes, promptly lifted her and laid her upon the bed again. He slapped her hands and tried little primitive methods of restoring her, but they proved inadequate. He was not worried about her, however, for he saw that she had only swooned.
And now, as she lay there so still and helpless, the voice of his flesh became dominant once more. He did so want to see her all naked. He would do it, too. It wouldn't hurt her to stay in this fainting spell a few minutes more and he would put her to bed. Then he would get water and bring her to her senses.
He bent over the reclining form and finished unfastening the buttons of the waist. Raising her slightly, he removed the waist and looked fondly at the lovely torso, whose skin showed through the clinging, frail silk vest, straining its white meshes with the pinkish hue of healthy flesh. He could not wait longer to see the upper part of the sweet body of the girl he planned to make his wife. He drew the bottom of the little undershirt out of the skirt band and pulled it off over Suzie's head, lifting each white arm carefully to allow its removal.
As all the glorious charms of the shapely torso burst upon his fevered gaze, he bent his head and pressed glowing kisses all over the dainty soft breasts, each an ample handful. He sprinkled the heaving belly too with the caresses of his lips and his hands traveled all over the velvety skin.
Rising again he unfastened and took off Suzette's skirt. He replaced her flat upon her back and showered all of the now utterly naked body with kisses. He hauled off the other shoe and stocking that there might be nothing in the way of color to fleck this wondrous snowy form except the auburn curls between the thighs and the ringlets of similar hue above the white brow.
Engrossed in his selfish and sensual pleasure, Dick had almost forgotten that the fair unresisting target for his caresses was unconscious. As he came to a sudden realization of the fact, he began to worry somewhat over the duration of her swoon.
"I must bring her to her senses," he said aloud. "Maybe I ought to get a doctor."
He turned down the bedclothes, placed the naked girl on the white sheet and covered her up. Then he hastened from the room.
Perry, who had been at his observation post before the keyhole all this while, caught the words about "a doctor," and had lots of time to conceal himself in his own room before Suzette's suitor rushed into the hall and down the stairs.
Suzette's hopeful brother-in-law had eagerly watched the final complete disrobing and caressing of the girl, regretting only that Dick stood between his peering eye and the naked body on the bed. For a time he had not realized that Suzie was in a swoon but gradually, as he observed how inert and motionless she lay and caught sight of her pallid face the thought came to him that she had fainted.
As he sat, trembling with passion, aroused by the scene he had witnessed, in his chamber and heard Dick clumping down the stairs and out of the open front door, he fairly gnashed his teeth with feverish lust.
"By heaven," he said, as he caressed tenderly the swollen, inflamed monster which he had taken from his unbuttoned pants, "that young devil has gone for a doctor. It will take him ten minutes at least and I can live in Paradise for that ten minutes if my nerve is good enough. If only Suzie will stay in her swoon until young Glover gets back. I know Adele won't get up from her nap for half an hour at least."
He rose, stripped off all his clothes except an undershirt and socks, donned a bathrobe and slippers and started for the door. At the door he paused reflecting. Then he went to a little medicine cabinet in his room, took out a small bottle labeled "ether," put it into a pocket and slipped out to Suzie's room. He turned the knob and entered.
Hurriedly, his aroused senses throbbing with passion even more than with the potations of liquor he had imbibed at his club and which had given him nerve for the dastardly deed he planned, he drenched a handkerchief with the ether and held it to the nostrils of the unconscious girl. She struggled feebly for an instant and then relaxed into utter quiet, breathing easily.
Perry straightened up, corked and pocketed the ether, and then threw his dressing gown onto a chair. He must hurry, he knew. He stripped down the bed clothes and feasted his inflamed eyes upon the naked body of his young sister-in-law.
His hands plunged forward for their part of the pleasure. They ran all over the bare form turning it in all positions to quench their lust for the joy of feeling that silken skin everywhere.
Again Perry thought of the need for speed. He lifted the girl's body in his powerful hands holding it dangling in the air while he kissed and licked the soft white breasts, the tiny tips of which stiffened under the contact of his tongue. His mouth wallowed in the yielding flesh of the belly and the thighs. He licked and nibbled at the genital hair and the little fleshy mound which it covered. Then, grasping the nude, drooping form by the hips, he placed Suzie's buttocks on the edge of the bed, spread her thighs far apart and laid the tip of his stiff charger on the pink, virgin lips of her cunt.
Now turn about is fair play. Perry in his disgraceful use of the body of his drugged sister-in-law, was observed, in turn, as he himself had watched the previous scenes. And, by a sort of poetical justice, it was Dick Glover who now gazed with the keenest of interest at the acts of his successor by the bedside of Suzette.
After rushing out of doors bent upon going for a physician, Dick had reflected that it was foolish to do that without first exhausting all the means at his command to bring Suzie to her senses. Besides, he would be rather afraid to leave her alone in that condition during the considerable time it might take to get hold of a doctor and return with him, and there didn't seem to be anyone around to whom he could consign the care of the girl.
He could arouse Adele, he supposed, or get one of the maids, but then there would be questions to answer as to how he happened to be there in the room while she was naked in the bed.
No, it would be better for him to get a little pitcher of water and endeavor to resuscitate his beloved girl himself. He returned to the house, went softly up to the bathroom for water and then tiptoed to Suzette's door.
A rustle and a slight creaking from inside attracted his attention. What was going on? Had the girl recovered her senses. He set the pitcher of water down on the hall rug beside the door and bent to look through the keyhole. Then he knelt and for some time peered intently into the sunlit chamber.
What he saw aroused his indignation and his jealousy; but it aroused his passions too, and they, stronger even than indignation or jealousy, kept him fixed and gazing when he knew he should have rushed in and interfered.
He saw the girl whom he considered as his future wife dangling naked, helpless and evidently still unconscious from the hands of her muscular almost nude brother-in-law. He saw the ruddy face of Perry plunge forward against the soft breasts and belly and, as the man swung part way around with his victim, he saw the licking tongue taking toll of all those gleaming charms. He saw the man's white teeth part and clench gently on the silky fur and the delicate flesh about her cunt. Then, crowning outrage of all and the one which caused his own virile prick to swell and rage in his trousers, he saw Susie placed on her rump on the bed and Perry pressing his hips forward between her expanded thighs, evidently bent on lodging the stiff rod, which Dick had seen projecting, inside the juicy cunt which Dick had fully expected to be the first to enter.
This was pretty hard for the watching lover to endure but it was harder yet to enter and put a stop to it, so greatly did the perverse youth find himself enjoying the spectacle. He didn't want his future bride deflowered. Of that he was quite sure. But how it thrilled him to see that modest, helpless naked girl handled and treated in this infamous way by her satyr of a brother-in-law.
Nevertheless, he summoned all his sane faculties to the rescue and was just about to open the door and cry halt to the proceedings, when Perry suddenly raised Suzie from the bed and held her facing him with her knees dangling over his elbows and his sturdy, big hands placed under her bottom. In this position, again turning sideways to the door, he brought her down so that her little cunt was pressed right against the head of his standing prick.
Dick could now see all the scene perfectly and so great was the shameful lust it aroused in him that he again restrained his thought of interference. He would certainly not allow his sweet Suzette to be deflowered, he said to himself, but it was so provoking to his senses to see her helplessly exposed to this attack. He would enter in time to save her maidenhead.
Now he saw that Perry was beginning to make progress in his assault. The tip of his prick had entered between the tight lips which parted with reluctance before the pressure. Now the whole head was buried inside her and he heard a slight moan from Suzie's white lips and saw how the moan was stifled by Perry's greedy, searching tongue. Even the ether could not stop Suzie from feeling the searing pain of his enormous prick trying to force an entrance into her virginal cunt.
Perry kissed her milky-white neck and shoulders and sucked her tautened pink nipples until they took on a deep red tint. The ruby head of his rampant charger was still imbedded in his sister-in-law's tight-lipped orifice, and Dick could see, even through the keyhole, that her cunt juice had begun to flow and was slowly but surely lubricating Slaton's demanding prick and thereby helping her cruel attacker.
Deciding that he had plenty of time to enjoy more lascivious caresses with the still unconscious Suzie, Perry removed his prick from the warm dripping hole where it was so comfortably nestled and laid down on his stomach with his face hovering over her cunt. Without any hesitation he began to lick avidly the entire length of her slit, from the tiny puckered hole at the bottom to the now protruding clitoris at the top. He stuck his devouring tongue between the enlarged inner lips and was glad to discover that her maidenhead was still intact. Suzie gave another low moan while Perry continued licking her juicy cunt, savoring the taste and aroma of a hot, virginal pussy.
Out in the hall Dick was about to faint himself. Watching his future wife having her pussy licked and sucked by Slaton was almost more than he could stand. His own prick had become huge with desire and was aching to be satisfied. If only I were in bed with Suzette instead of that damn Perry, he thought, but his thoughts were rudely interrupted for Perry had again mounted the girl's limp body and inserted the knob of his prick into her slit. Overcome by the savage lust that had been building up inside him, he was suddenly on the verge of a violent orgasm, his hips jerking in a manner that he could not control. A long, low moan escaped Perry's lips as he felt waves of pleasure begin to flow from deep in the pit of his stomach and wash over him. "I'm m c commmingg," he moaned, but his words fell on deaf ears for Suzie was still unconscious.
Dick, hearing this and sensing that Suzie's maidenhead was now in grave danger, chose this moment to burst into the room and call matters to a halt. He entered the room with a loud noise and stood watching Perry as he began to spend, the head of his erupting cock lodged in the stretched passage of the helpless Suzette.
He merely turned his head, met the grim but intent gaze of Dick and his loins writhed and his eyeballs almost popped out of his head, while he poured jet after jet of his essence into that tight maiden's sheath. To the very end, however, he restrained himself from advancing far enough to penetrate beyond the veil of the virginity which he felt ever and again barring the way when the head of his organ was well buried.
Under these awful conditions Suzie regained consciousness. Her body was throbbing from the acute sensations which had aroused her from her lethargy and she clearly felt the distention of her soft passage by the formidable shaft of her brother-in-law and perceived the final jets which he launched within her. Still in a kind of stupor, she saw that she was held naked and impaled by Perry while Dick stood by looking on.
She moaned and struggled feebly and Dick at once stepped forward and took her from the arms of Slaton. He laid her on the bed where she lay crushed and trembling while he brought the pitcher of water from the hall where he had put it down, and gently laved the stretched, aching lips of her cunt. Then, with his forefinger imbedded in a silk handkerchief, he thrust it into her and cleansed her of all the moisture deposited by the rod of her brother-in-law.
The latter meanwhile had stood sheepishly by. He knew it was no use to flee for a reckoning would have to be faced sooner or later. The shock of Dick's entrance upon his illicit pleasures had sobered him completely.
Tucking the pale, exhausted girl beneath the covers, Dick bent and kissed her on the brow.
"Don't worry, dear," he whispered. "It will be all right. I'll come back to see you again in a few minutes."
Beckoning to Perry he went into the hall. His unwilling host followed and led the way to his own room.
"Sit down there, Glover, and have a little drink," said Perry pleadingly. "It's no use getting excited about this thing. I I wasn't quite myself and I know I acted like a brute, but by God you excited me to it yourself," he burst out almost savagely.
"Ah, I suppose you were playing the pretty part of a spy at the keyhole, eh?" said Dick, quite ignoring the fact that he had assumed the same role later. "Well, if you did, what you saw was an engaged man petting his sweetheart. What I saw just now, however, was a vile brute soiling my affianced bride and the sister of his own wife. No, it won't do, Slaton. There has got to be punishment for this. I think I'll put it up to Mrs. Slaton and let her decide upon the first step. I don't know whether she will prefer a divorce or merely a separation. After that I'll decide upon my own action in the matter."
"Ah, Glover, have a heart, won't you?" wailed the wretched Slaton. Aside from his affection for Adele, which had settled down into the placid relations common to married pairs of four or five years standing, he was at her mercy in a financial way. He had practically nothing of his own, while Adele and Suzette shared the comfortable fortune inherited from their father, James Stowe. He would be penniless if she left him.
"Let's talk it over calmly, Glover," he said, seating himself opposite the younger man and trying to assume an air of confidence. "I didn't really do Suzette any harm, as you must have seen. I didn't impair her her honor, for I deliberately restrained myself from completely er penetrating her."
He shifted on his great body the bathrobe which he had again donned on leaving Suzie's room.
"Of course, you know I'm horribly sorry and humiliated by my behavior," he went on. "You must have seen that I was rather drunk and all that."
As Dick continued to regard him in silence with set mouth, he stumbled again into hasty speech.
"Really, when you are an old married man like myself you'll take such matters less tragically. I know that to a young engaged man it seems like a tragedy. It's only the contact of flesh with flesh, hardly any more important than a kiss. Why, if Adele happened indiscreetly and impulsively to be betrayed as I was into such an act I wouldn't curse and play the part of a stern judge."
He paused as Dick opened his mouth finally.
"Do you want me to infer that if I desired to take my revenge in kind on the person of your wife you would view that with complacency?" he asked.
"Well er complacency is an unpleasant word, Glover. I will put it this way. If you should take the liberties with Adele that I have taken with Suzie, I should be almost forced to be content. It might be a way out of an unseemly affair and then we could be quiet about it all around."
He bent forward to scan eagerly the face of Dick in search of an assent.
The latter young man was not only impressed but pleased with the idea. It had really been the beautiful bust of Adele that had started his senses on the whirl which had hardly cleared or ceased all that day. In a more mature way She was almost a replica of his dear Suzette, although rather lighter in hair and complexion, and he found himself lusting after her.
That same perversity which had made him tolerate the outraging of Suzie, too, made him find a thrill in the idea of forcing Perry Slaton to play a major part in the defilement of his own spouse.
"I'll tell you, Slaton, what I propose as the price of silence over the mess you have gotten into and as a sort of proxy vengeance for your treatment of Suzette. Probably Adele will be in bed and asleep by eleven o'clock tonight, won't she?"
Perry bowed assent.
"Well, if you happened to be smoking a cigar on the veranda at that time and I happened to drop in for a chat and you happened to ask me to stay all night and then happened by mistake to put me into Adele's room because we were both a trifle stewed that would be unfortunate, but I don't see how inebriated men could be held really guilty."
Slaton smiled for the first time and there was a glint of sensual pleasure in his eye over the scenario in which he was to play so despicable a role.
"Now I'll let you in on a family secret, Glover, as long as you are to be a member of the family. Since Adele had that baby she is crazy with passion and I'll swear you are going to have a pleasant night. If you sneak out before daylight she may never know it wasn't I. That's a slim chance, for you can hardly keep quiet like a deaf mute and it's fifty to one she'll get wise in a hurry. But try to get well into her before she has a chance to cut up rough and then her passion will come to your rescue and she'll keep it all quiet for her own sake and that of Suzette."
The scurrilous plot was concluded and the conspirators separated, Perry to go to his room and dress for dinner, while Dick sped to console the wretched Suzie.
Dick found only a mass of auburn ringlets to greet his eyes on the snowy pillow. Susie had buried her face as she heard his footstep in the hall.
He laid a comforting hand on the tumbled locks and said gently in the pink ear which he finally unearthed: "Little sweetheart, turn over and look at me."
The tender epithet was balm to the heart of the girl, who had felt herself ruined and disgraced forever. If this man loved her and would protect her nothing else mattered. Shyly she lifted a face into which the color began to flood back and opened violet eyes, still suffused with tears upon the dark ones of Dick.
"Oh, Dick," she gasped, "is it true that you don't despise me in spite of the horrible thing that happened when I was unconscious? Oh, I was thinking of killing myself!"
He bent to the upturned face and their lips met and clung. She turned slowly toward him, keeping her lips on his, and her white arms stole about his neck.
When the caress ended at last she whispered: "Dick, I do love you so! There, I had to tell you, even though it is unmaidenly for me to say it first. But then, I'm no longer a maiden, am I?"
Again the fine eyes filled with tears as, lying on her back, she looked upward.
Dick understood. The poor girl thought that her rascally brother-in-law had completed her deflowering.
"Why, my dear," he cried, "you are just the same sweet little virgin that you always have been. I arrived er in time."
He hated himself for the white lie that led her to believe he had rescued her from utter dishonor, but he thought it might make her more submissive to his present whim. He was to possess, he hoped, the older sister that night. He wanted first to take the virginity of the younger one and to propose marriage to her while they lay naked in bed together.
"Suzie," he said, "will you let me, your Dick, who loves you, prove to you that your rascally brother-in-law has left you intact in that respect?"
Nothing mattered if this stalwart youth really loved her. Suzette nodded her curly head as her fingers twined around his.
He allowed her to retain possession of his right hand and his left passed under the bed clothes and went straight to her cunt. She gasped and closed her eyes as she felt the penetration of his long middle finger. She trembled with a passion never before felt in her conscious hours while she felt the deep probing of the digit.
"There," said Dick in soft triumph. "Can you feel my finger? Is it touching your virginal membrane, my darling?"
Suzie fairly shook with a mixture of shame, joy and longing. Could she feel his finger? It seemed to her that she couldn't feel anything else in the world.
She heard his whisper again in her ear: "Suzie, dear, shall I cleanse you now forever of the stain that that scoundrel would have imposed upon you ? "
She had no idea what he meant, but she nodded her head. She believed she would always nod her head to Dick.
To her dismay she felt the bedclothes whisked from her naked body. She did not resist but closed her eyes tightly and clapped her hands over them. She felt no touch for a minute or two save that of the breeze that came from the open window, but she heard a rustling near at hand and knew her lover was still there. Then oh, then she felt her nude body taken in his strong arms and pressed from head to foot against his naked person.
For several minutes they rested thus in the closest of embraces. Suzette supposed that now she was to be dishonored. They were certainly not married and Dick, although saying he loved her, had never yet uttered a word about matrimony. Still she loved him and she was naked in his embrace. Her arms went around his neck and she seemed in her self-surrender to be entering heaven after a day of awful experiences.
Finally she felt herself pressed downward flat upon her back and her thighs spread apart by impulsive hands. Dick's body sank upon hers and his sword threatened the scabbard in which he felt it really belonged.
"Now, darling," he said softly, "I want you to pledge me your troth. Will you marry me?"
Happy eyes opened and grew wide under his gaze. "Of course, Dick dearest," said Suzie.
With her final word her newly consecrated fianc' pressed the point of his lance into the tender opening between her thighs. Slowly, lovingly he drove it inward and the girl welcomed the little pains that attended its entrance, for they seemed a sort of sacrifice which she could make to her lover.
Up passed the iron rod and touched the stretched veil of the maidenhead.
"Now, dearest," he said with a tender, soothing emphasis, and, withdrawing slightly, plunged forward and rent the membrane with a single thrust. Suzette endured it bravely, merely moaning at the pain and not slackening the pressure of her arms about his neck.
For a time he lay quiescent and then, very slowly, very easily began an inward and outward movement that gradually worked so upon the girl's passion that all pain was forgotten. She threw her white, nude legs about him and shared with him each thrust until finally they sank down together in the throes of utter happiness.
Two dark-clad figures skulked into the great hall of the Slaton mansion at a little after eleven o'clock that night. They passed silently up the stairs and into the bed chamber which Perry Slaton occupied at such times as his wife was indisposed. A few minutes later one of the figures emerged clad in a dressing gown and made its way to the sleeping chamber of Mrs. Slaton. As it entered and closed the door softly the other figure crept down the hall to that same door and, standing with face close pressed to the panel, listened for sounds from within.
Once inside the dark room, Dick removed the garment which constituted his sole attire and his keen ear caught a soft breathing which led him to the bedside of Adele. Finding that her body occupied that side, he made his way around the bedstead, lifted the clothes with great care and inserted himself by the side of the sleeping young woman. She stirred slightly at certain contacts but did not awaken.
Now Dick, although he knew perfectly well that he was about to perpetrate a dastardly assault upon an irreproachable young matron and also to commit an inexcusable infidelity to the lovely fiancee whom he really adored, did not propose to sail under false colors by playing the part of Adele's husband. He wanted her to know with whom she had to deal and he counted upon her passions, her liking for himself and her bewilderment when she awoke to plead his cause.
Working very carefully he managed to draw up her nightgown all around her without awakening her, although she stirred uneasily several times as he pulled the fabric from under her body. When it was up to her armpits he took her firm, soft, shapely person in his arms and, rolling her onto her side facing him, pressed her against his nude body.
Then Adele awoke. Yes, indeed, she awoke and that right smartly. It took her just one-hundredth of a second to realize that her bare body, breasts, belly, thighs, everything, were in intimate contact with the person of an equally nude man.
"Why, Perry, what a trick!" she exclaimed. She would have continued but a suave, easily recognizable voice interrupted.
"It is I, Adele, Dick Glover," said the brazen young man. "I came here because I have some great news for you and I couldn't wait until morning to tell you about it. Suzette and I are engaged to be married."
"My God," cried the amazed young matron, "are you crazy, Dick Glover? Or are you hopelessly drunk? What do you mean by crawling naked into bed with me to tell me you are engaged to my sister. If I call my husband we'll all be in a fine scandalous mix-up, won't we?"
She lowered her voice at thought of the scandal that might occur and began to plead with Dick, whom she was convinced had gone out of his mind, since there was no trace of liquor on his breath to lend plausibility to the theory of intoxication.
"Please, Dick, now be a good fellow and go away, won't you. Go softly so that you won't waken Perry or anybody else. Then come to me tomorrow and I'll forgive you and congratulate you and oh and Suzie oh! OH!"
Adele's shaken voice and her ejaculations were due to the use that Dick was making of his time. While she was speaking he was acting. Slowly he had forced her upon her back, with one hand pressing her sensitive slit and the other on her breast. Then he lay upon her and irresistibly forced her thighs apart. For an instant she struggled silently and then, overcome by passion, succumbed. She spread her thighs yet more and as Dick's lance pierced her to the uttermost depths of her passage she threw her warm, naked legs around his loins and they bounded together, in the throes of the sexual onslaught.
"Now hurry up out of here, you wretch," said Adele an hour later, kissing Dick fondly. "And mind you, neither Perry nor Suzie must ever know of this."
"That sounds reasonable," replied Dick.
Outside in the dark hall an unseen listener grinned.
SILK STOCKINGS
Wearily Louise bent to put away some boxes of socks upon a lower shelf behind the counter. There was an ache in her back from sheer fatigue as she drew herself erect again and brushed stray chestnut ringlets from her eyes with a slender little hand. Her brown eyes were tired too and there were rings beneath them. Her trim girlish body was "about all in," as the other clerks around her would have expressed it. All that long day she had been hustling at the beck of a myriad of customers drawn by the "Special Sale" of stockings and socks in the great emporium of Perry and Ostrander.
She thanked fortune as she glanced at the big clock over by the jewelry counter that not even Archie Bowman's malevolent authority would be able to keep her there more than another ten minutes. A swift expression of apprehension crossed her face, however, as she observed the man she had in mind coming along the aisle in front of the counters.
As he drew near and paused an observer would have noted a rather striking resemblance between the two. Each had the well-molded features, heavy curling hair and brown eyes of the Bowman's, for the mother of Louise was the only sister of Archie Bowman's father. But the girl's eyes were incapable of the hardness which her cousin's orbs could harbor on occasion and her face was more slender and her coloring more delicate than the young man's.
It seemed odd that she should appear now almost in awe of this cousin of hers who, at twenty-five, was only six years her senior and who was a member of her own family circle. For, well over a year ago, her widowed mother and Archie's widowed father had established a household together and this attractive youth now leaning on the counter came as near to being a brother as Louise had ever known. If all brothers were like this one, the girl reflected, one was plenty.
Although Archie's popularity was nil as far as his brown-haired young cousin was concerned, yet he was not only well liked but much admired by nearly all the employees of the store ranging from flip little cash girls of fourteen or so up to that lofty potentate, Mr. Abner Jones, the general manager. Already at twenty-four he was a floor walker of high estate and so great was his familiarity with such lines of goods as hosiery, underwear, cravats, etc., that it was whispered about that he would soon ascend to the eminence of a "buyer."
"If he does get to be a buyer I'll bet it'll be ladies stockings and drawers that'll be his line," Louise heard one bobbed-haired cash girl giggle to another earlier in that same day, "for he's so interested in them that he's always trying to peek under a body's skirt."
It was that fresh-faced little Nettie Clark, a lively, brown-curled minx of thirteen who made the worldly wise comment and Bee Ryan, a trim blonde of fifteen, was the recipient of the confidence.
"He's not only trying, but he sees under a lot of them," replied Bee. "You'd think he'd get tired of stockings and bare knees with all the girl's skirts flapping around their knees and almost all of them with their stockings rolled down. Lots of the clerks are wise to him and they are forever fixing their garters just when they see him coming so as to give him an eyeful. But I tell you, Nettie, I don't think it's the bare knees they show him that interest him as much as what is going on farther up the line. It's the views that he steals, or thinks he steals, up under the skirts instead of the naked knee caps that are freely shown him that makes that bird halt in his tracks like a pointer dog.
"Only yesterday," continued Bee, "Josie Peters and Diana Bell were getting down some stock from the upper shelves of their counter before the shop opened and they got me to help them. We were all up on stepladders handing the stuff down to Bird Franklin when who should loom up but Archie Bowman. You'd think he could smell out a leg show by the way he's always on the job. He sent Bird away on an errand and said he'd take her place.
"Well, there was nothing to it. There we all were upon the very top of the stepladders and the two clerks, Josie and Diana, with their bare knees right on a level with his eyes and their silk stockings and everything. I knew they both had on bloomers coming half way down their thighs but I thought sure he'd have his eyes up under their dresses to see what he could see. But I was the one he was after if you please I, who didn't even show a bare knee, for I had my stockings gartered way up and I had a fluffy pair of drawers on too. Well, he couldn't keep his eyes off my legs. He got right close to my ladder and looked up. I thought when he saw the drawers, which only left a little skin showing, he'd be off and rubber up at the other girls. But he seemed to be crazy about my drawers and long stockings and his face got red. I reached over to one side after a box presently and I had to part my legs a little. I heard the rubber neck give a little gasp and then I happened to think that the drawers were open between the legs. I know he saw everything. It's my ma's fault. She will make them for me that old-fashioned way."
"You should worry about that," answered Nettie. "I wish it had been me. If I was up on a high place and knew he was coming I'd take my drawers right off and hold 'em under my arm, and let him see all he wanted to. I think he's lovely and I wish I was a little bigger. I'd make a great play for him."
"Ho!" scoffed Bee. "He wouldn't see much. You haven't even got any hair on it yet, have you?"
"I have so," pouted the younger child. "I've got quite a little bit. And, oh Bee, it's kind of reddish not like the hair on my head. Why is that, do you suppose?"
"Listen, Nettie dear, let me see it, will you?" begged Bee with evident eagerness. "I'd love to see it. Can I?"
"Ye-es I guess so. I'll show you it some day."
"No, now dear. Right down here behind the counter. There's no one around."
It was after store hours and the aisles were deserted. Most of the clerks and the other girls had departed but Louise, who always drew the tough assignments, it seemed to her, and the two younger girls had stayed to help prepare for the special sale of hosiery to open the next morning. They were just around the corner from her and didn't know she was so near, for a few minutes earlier she had been busily engaged at the far end of the counter.
"We ell, all right," Louise heard Nettie say with traces of embarrassed reluctance in her tone. "But hurry, Bee, won't you?"
Louise heard soft rustlings around the corner. She peered at the scene without attracting the attention of the children. Nettie was standing close to the counter, which shrouded her from the waist downward to the eyes of anyone approaching. She was shuffling boxes about and trying to look unconcerned but her vivacious face, with its little mole just under the slightly tip-tilted nose, was pink.
Beneath the counter before her, in entire seclusion, sat Bee upon her haunches. She had gathered Nettie's skirt and underskirt upward in a bundle which she thrust between the little brunette's round belly and the counter to be sustained by the pressure of her body. Now she attacked the buttons of the little white drawers at the waist and rapidly lowered them. An under vest hung down over the little girl's crotch. This went to join the packet of skirts, and Bee sat back upon her haunches to eye the slim naked thighs, white belly and dainty cunt. Louise could see, even from her position at the side that just a wee fringe of ruddy hair was in evidence at the top of the plump rising mound at the base of the abdomen.
"Oh, how cute and pretty!" said Bee softly and her hands flew to pet all these attractive things. Nettie, abashed by the older girl's touches, drew her belly inward and the rolled up garments fell, again veiling her nudity. Almost fiercely Bee thrust them upward.
"Hold those clothes up," she half begged, half ordered. "I'll only be a minute. I want to see just what you've got there."
Her fingers overran Nettie's white and immature nakedness and one hand passed down over the scant tendrils to lodge on the wee slit and feel and tickle the lips. A low exclamation burst from Nettie's lips and her little face grew redder, but she pressed her abdomen forward against the roll of her clothes.
"Listen darling, you're so sweet there, I must kiss you," whispered Bee. Suiting the action to the words she pressed her lips in hearty audible smacks right on the little hair-fringed mound and then lower on the sexual crevice. Just then voices and approaching steps were heard. Rapidly Bee hauled off her little friend's hanging drawers, having no time to button them up. She threw them beneath the counter and emerged to stand innocently beside Nettie who, with skirts again lowered, was busy with the boxes on the counter.
Louise, who had been staring, almost unable to believe her eyes at this scene of childish depravity, turned again to her work. Her heart beat fast and her pulse hammered. What chance, she reflected, had children like these, toiling in the hothouse atmosphere of a store and dwelling for the most part in poverty-stricken, badly managed homes, to grow up with the bloom of unblighted innocence on their faces and in their eyes?
Archie Bowman, leaning on the 'counter, eyed his cousin in silence. How pretty were the chestnut ringlets curling over her brow, behind her ears, on the nape of her slender neck, he thought. How graceful were all her unstudied movements and poses, even though, as he well knew, she was almost ready to drop with weariness. How sweet was her face even with the expression of resigned unhappiness that made her little mouth droop at the corners.
He knew what she was undergoing. None better, for it was he who made it always his solicitous concern to see that when work calling for unusual hours or severity of toil was on hand she was selected for it. It was the least he could do for her, he reflected, considering the number of times she had said "no" when he wanted a "yes." She had even denied her soft lips to his cousinly caresses on the plea that she had pledged herself to accept no kisses from men until a husband should press her mouth against his. She was by no means certain that this would ever come to pass for she was a modest little creature with no idea whatever of the charm she possessed for men with her shy, quaker-like ways. But how her brown eyes could flare in determination or in resentment at times. He himself, the Don Juan, had been scorched by them.
Not for anything so small as seeking to kiss her. In such cases she would just argue at some length that although such a caress might be permissible if exchanged between close relatives, yet he was a man and only a cousin and if it was merely a brotherly kiss he wanted, why did he set such store by it and urge his point so hard? If he persisted even then, she would merely become silent, without being shaken in the least in her resolution.
Such scenes as this had been rather frequent fourteen months earlier just after the installation of their common household, for the young man had been struck, quite deeply for him, by the girl's quiet charm and had promised himself delicate pleasures in the caresses which cousins might allow themselves and in the ever possible, almost inevitable little intimacies of bodily exposure occurring in a crowded little home. For the quartet occupied only five rooms three chambers, a sitting-dining room, a kitchen and a bath.
Baffled in all attempts to get Louise to spoon, even mildly, with him, Archie swore she should regret it and when, presently, she entered as a clerk the store in which he was a growing power, his chance for cowardly revenge arrived. In many a petty was he could and did make life miserable for her. Industrious and clever as she was, she soon excelled most of her mates in efficiency. But Archie was able often to make her appear at fault and even to have fines levied which reduced her small income. He even made a point of letting her know that this, that or the other vexation was visited upon her through his agency, hoping thus to drive her in sheer self-protection to show traces of complaisance toward him.
For his desires did not wane. Rather they increased before the barriers she imposed and had now become almost a mania with the young man. He was always seeking surreptitiously to gratify his eyes at home, even though ostensibly holding aloof from her. The few occasions on which he managed to see her in her long night dress with flowing hair and shapely bare feet remained burned into his memory.
Once or twice he had caught her trailing in night attire through the hall-way to or from the bathroom in the earlier days of their life together. Although she had flushed somewhat she had not been unduly embarrassed for her mind harbored no evil thoughts and she gave him credit for like purity. She had been brought up without any particular prudery and her mother had told her to look upon Archie as a big brother. It was not until this "big brother" began to try to rumple her clothes, fumble about her breasts or buttocks or try to snatch lover-like kisses that she had raised the barrier against him. Archie had long since decided that he had gone about it too quickly and too roughly. He had frightened the inexperienced young girl.
For instance, there had been the time when meeting her coming in a petticoat and with bare calves from the bathroom he had jocosely sought to lift her with his hands placed on each of her firm buttocks. They had felt almost as if naked through the one layer of linen that covered them and his fingers had roved about. She had tried to take it as a joke at first but had grown uneasy as she felt him squeeze her bottom and had struggled to get away. His passions had swept him along and, holding her up with one arm, he had let his other hand fall upon her bare struggling calves and roam upward along the nude limbs, to above the knees. Scarcely had he had time to detect the silken touch of one naked thigh for Louise had fought and cried out so that he was forced to let her go. The episode had been the first one that really exposed his sensual intentions to the girl and ever thereafter she had been more or less upon her guard with him.
He could not understand his pretty cousin. His father's young sister, mother of Louise, was not a prude. She was a buxom, rosy cheeked woman of forty with a great way about her and she and his father, a semi-invalid about ten years his sister's senior, would often interchange banter of a rather risqu' flavor, although not when Louise was present. The girl liked her uncle, however, and was as merry and unconstrained with him as she was the reverse with his son.
One or two incidents noted by the smitten young man had, in fact, made him almost envy his father, Eben Bowman. The latter had been confined to the house for some weeks by a fracture of the thigh bone, which was now knitting satisfactorily but still required attention. He complained occasionally of pains and irritations in the thigh and his sister was wont to rub it gently for him upon his request.
One evening Archie returned unexpectedly early from a lodge meeting. Entering the hall softly he saw in the sitting room Louise who, in night apparel, had just entered the room to bid her mother and uncle good-night. The onlooker heard his Aunt Delia bid her daughter rub her uncle's thigh and see if she couldn't make it easier.
"It's bothering him a lot tonight," she said, "and I'm too tired to rub it. Your strong, young arms will set the stagnant blood to whirling."
The sympathetic girl assented gladly and going to Mr. Bowman, who sat in a Morris chair with the disabled member stretched out on the rest before him, she perched on a stool by his side and thrust her hand inside his dressing gown to get at the thigh.
"You'll have to pull up his night shirt, Louise," said her mother. "He's wearing that under his gown."
Flushing at the unfamiliar task, Louise, without opening the gown, hauled up her uncle's shirt and laid her hand on his thigh.
"Is that the right place, Uncle Eben?" she asked as she rubbed gently.
"A little farther up, lassie, and more on the inside. Farther up yet," Archie heard his father say.
"Why why, I thought the break was down here, halfway up your thigh," said the surprised Louise.
"Yes, it was, but I feel the prickling and the pain way up, almost at the top and inside the leg," retorted her uncle.
The girl's hand passed upward and rubbed the masculine limb in the designated spot. Archie, who was peering through the almost closed door from the dark hall, saw his aunt look at his father's reddening face and smile slightly. He noted, too, that his respected sire was gazing downward at the girl who leaned forward over his lap and that he was peering within the loose bosom of her night dress at treasures which she was unconsciously exposing to him. He thought his Aunt Delia must notice her brother's indiscreet glance also, but, if so, she paid no attention to it. She addressed her daughter:
"More of a circular motion will be better, Louise. Here, I'll show you."
She arose and, kneeling by the girl's stool took her by the wrist, and began to move her palm about in little circles on the inside of the thigh. The circles began to increase in diameter and Archie felt sure that his cousin's soft fingers must come at times in contact with something that began to distend her uncle's dressing gown in front. As he saw a blush mantle her brow and observed that her hand resisted gently as her mother swept it upward toward the crotch he became certain of it. Perhaps his Aunt Delia was ignorant of the fact but she was surely compelling Louise to touch her uncle's prick, and as the invalid gazed downward into the depths of the white nightie which fell away from his niece's plump shoulders he could obviously see her breasts and even well down upon her bare belly. Perhaps, Archie mused, he could catch a glimpse of some curls down there which he himself would give a year of his life to see. Was Aunt Delia blind? Didn't she notice what was going on?
Finally she released Louise's wrist and allowed the girl to rub as she pleased, but not until warm fingers had come many times into contact with Uncle Eben's genitals. Louise obviously suspected neither of the elder people of any guile in the matter. She thought it was just an embarrassing mishap of which only she was really conscious. Her blushes died away as she rubbed her uncle's leg further down and finally she kissed her mother's lips and her uncle's brow and trailed off to bed. Archie had just time to vanish down the corridor so that she would not see him.
If he had remained hidden or his cousin Louise had crept back either or both of them would have caught brief words which would have amazed the young man and horrified the girl.
"Gosh, Delia, but that felt wonderful," observed Eben Bowman with a sigh of reminiscent joy. "I wish I could get her to rub it of her own free will, and knowing what she is doing. I'd give her half a dozen pairs of the best silk stockings that money would buy. As far as that goes, I'd be willing to support her and she could quit her job at the store if she'd just let me play around with her bare body and look at it all I want to."
"Don't you be foolish, Eben Bowman," replied his buxom sister. "It won't do Louise a bit of harm to earn her own living for a while. She doesn't know how much money you've got tucked away anymore than Archie does, and I believe in letting young people depend on themselves. That's the way you and I were brought up down in Maine. As for the little privileges you want to take with her, you know how I feel about it. I wouldn't let any young fellow fool around her and I never even let her own father see her naked after she got to be nine or ten years old. But with you it's different. There's no reason why the only brother I ever had shouldn't get a little pleasure out of her without doing her any harm. Just be patient, Eben. She's awfully shy and I've taken pains to bring her up that way. I doubt if she even knew clearly what it was I was pushing her hand up against just now. How far could you see down her belly?"
"I could see her belly button and just a wee bit of her hair. Her breasts are lovely. I felt like running my hand down and grabbing them. And she's got the whitest, prettiest stomach."
"Well, I'll manage to let you see her all naked before very long. But, in case she should find it out, she mustn't know that I planned it for you. I'd like to see her face if she ever caught you looking at her when she was all bare. She'd cry for two days, I bet, and she wouldn't dare to look you in the face for a week. Of course we'd have to tell her it was pure chance. I'm teaching her that she mustn't be prudish about her appearance when you are about. But as for Archie, she is heart broken if he sees her ankles."
"The young rascal must have been getting fresh with her. I wish he wasn't too big to cane. I won't have him bothering Louise. She's too nice for a fellow who is always gallivanting about with loose girls," said the virtuous Eben.
"Don't excite yourself, Eben. You won't sleep well if you do and it's near your bed time. I'll give you a bit of a rub not clear to the end, mind you and then I'll put you to bed."
She took the stool which Louise had occupied earlier and, leaning over the man's lap thrust her plump right hand within his garments. The hand went straight to its goal without any subterfuges or wanderings. Her fingers grasped the still partially erect prick and by soft squeezing and gentle rubbing restored it to its former rigid state. For several minutes she dallied with it, finally hauling it out in the light and decking it with kisses. For an instant she allowed its rosy head to enter her mouth and her tongue caressed it while Eben gave little ejaculations of ecstasy.
Then, rising, she re-covered him, gave him her shoulder to lean upon and conducted him to his bed.
Archie leaned on the counter and surveyed Louise as, coloring as she always did beneath his eyes, she patted stray tendrils into submission and then began silently to arrange the goods still remaining for sorting into their proper stacks. Why did she always tremble under her cousin's eyes, the girl wondered. It wasn't purely fear for, despite the pretty impositions and persecutions to which he subjected her, she had no bodily apprehension of him. Although she did not know it, the fact was that constantly her sensitive femininity felt itself beleaguered by the storm of Archie's sensual desire. He could not see her without a yearning of keenest intensity to clasp her to him, to expose her body, to glut his passions upon her and it was the emanations of this passion which made his cousin flutter like a startled fledgling.
But Archie had evolved a plan which called for a change in tactics. He had a surprise in store for Louise which called for the abandonment of his recent attitude of pretended indifference to her. If his new scheme didn't work, he would be no worse off than before, but she would, for quite deliberately he had decided that in case of another repulse he would rape this slender and lovely virgin. He would watch for his chance, make one if necessary and then force her by brutal strength to compliance with his will. No one else but he should pasture his passions on the first sexual embraces of this innocent girl.
But that wasn't what he really wanted. There was infinite pleasure to be gleaned from a gradual rather than a precipitous wrecking of the child's modesty.
Glancing timidly upward as she heard Archie's voice, Louise was almost startled to see a friendly smile on his handsome face. His eyes were devoid of the hard look with which she was accustomed to seeing them fixed upon her.
"There's no sense in our being bad friends is there, Louise?" he said.
The kindly tone confused his cousin accustomed only to the reverse from him and she stammered as she replied:
"No, Archie. I hate to have you dislike me. You're my cousin and I've never felt unfriendly toward you."
"Well, let's make up and shake hands. I won't ask you to kiss and make up, for that was what brought on our troubles. I really didn't mean anything but cousinly caresses, you know. I'm sorry now."
The generous hearted Louise was overwhelmed by this display of magnanimity on the part of her once dreaded persecutor. At the moment she could actually have kissed him warmly, she felt, in her relief and happiness at seeing this cloud vanish.
"Oh, Archie, how dear of you to say that!" she exclaimed. "I I was probably a little to blame. I had never been kissed by any man except father and uncle and I guess I made too much fuss. You see, I had pledged myself against kissing and-" She broke off her rush of words and clasped the hand which Archie extended.
"Don't worry about past things, little cousin," he said. "I'm so happy to make up with you that I'm going to make you a present. How would you like that gray coat with the silver fox trimmings I saw you admiring upstairs yesterday?"
"Oh, Archie, you mustn't be so good to me! You make me feel as if I had been too mean for words." And tears came to Louise's brown eyes as she repentantly reflected how she had misjudged her dear cousin. "I'd love the coat, of course. But it's awfully expensive."
"I get wholesale rates, and maybe a cut under that, on what I take from the store, so don't worry about that. I want to make sure the coat fits you so I'll have it and one or two other little things sent up to the house tomorrow and try them on you a hat, perhaps, and a few articles which would be becoming to you. You don't mind if I try them on you?"
"Certainly not, you dear boy. You can try them on me and it would serve me right if you pinned them on me too, right through the flesh.
You're heaping coals of fire on my head for being cross and misunderstanding you so."
When Louise returned home on the following evening a box of considerable size lay on her bed in the room which she occupied with her mother. Mrs. Forsythe was out, however, as was her brother. A note on the dresser informed Louise that Clarence Howells, a friend of Archie, had called for the elder members of the family with his phaeton and had driven them to a neighboring town for dinner and a concert.
"Hope the trip won't be too hard on your uncle's leg. We'll be late in getting back," her mother's note closed.
Archie had laid his plans well. Nobody would be around to interfere with his little project.
He arrived at the house an hour or so after Louise, who had already profited by his changed attitude toward her in finding her duties at the store made less arduous and in being allowed to leave earlier than usual. She had prepared their evening meal and in high spirits they enjoyed it together.
"We'll never have any more rumpuses, will we, little cousin," remarked Archie. "If I don't ask you for any more kisses on your pretty mouth you won't say no to me and black my eyes and break my ribs any more, eh?"
Louise blushed and laughed in sheer happiness over the new and pleasant relations that had arisen as if by magic.
"You'll never hear "no" from these lips that you are flattering so much about their desserts, unless you try again to make me break my oath. But you know I must keep my word. It is sacred, isn't it, Archie?"
"Assuredly it is. And that reminds me that you promised to let me try on some wearing apparel on you this evening. I sent a box around. I hardly know what is in it, for I had one of the girls fix it up."
This was hardly the fact, for he had carefully instructed Maizie Smith, one of his conquests at the store, what to put in the box.
"Let's go to your room now and see how the things fit," he suggested.
"I'm much more impatient than you can be," replied Louise. "I wanted to tear the package open when I first reached home, but I was bound to wait until you came. I must wash these dishes first though.
"There's an orderly housewife for you," said her cousin. "I'll dry them for you, just to hurry matters along."
Merrily they attended to the task and then went to Louise's chamber. While she rolled down the sleeves on her shapely white arms and fixed her hair before trying on the wearing apparel, Archie unwrapped the box and took out the coat carefully wrapped in tissue paper. Smiling happily she donned the garment and before even looking in the glass turned for his approval.
"You look lovely in it, Louise," he commented, "and it fits you as if an expert tailor had built it for you. Put this turban on too and then take a look at yourself."
He drew from its wrapping a turban of gray velvet trimmed with the same fur which adorned the coat. Louise put it on and then, pink cheeked with joyous excitment, eyed her own sweet apparition in the looking glass. Archie, lacking words to express his admiration, was silent, but she read his eulogy in the eyes which met hers in the mirror.
"Oh, they are too splendid for words!" cried Louise. "I could I mean, I wish I could kiss you my dear, generous cousin."
"How do you know I would let you ? I'm very shy," retorted the youth. "Let's see what else we have here. You unwrap the :things and I'll try them on you. It will be a surprise for both of us, because I haven't the least idea what had been put in the box except the coat and hat."
The wily young liar managed to look astonished as Louise drew forth a dainty pair of pumps and then unfolded a package containing three pair of stockings of sheer, heavy black silk. .
"Oh, I did so want some silk stockings and some really fine shoes like these," glowed the entranced girl. "Archie, I can't kiss you, but let me hug you please, please."
On tiptoe she threw an arm about his neck and the other around his waist. She felt she loved him she was so happy.
Archie made a feigned effort to repulse the soft clinging arms. The beam of affection in the brown eyes aroused a longing to sweep her into his own arms.
"Listen, lady, this is very improper unless I am chaperoned," he said. "You'll have to speak to my father first."
His cousin gurgled with laughter. Her smile faded and vanished, however, as he went on: "Heavens! Have I got to try all those things on you? We've both pledged our word and I never break mine. I know you don't either. Well, dear, we'll make it as rapid as possible. I think if I just put on one pair of the stockings it will satisfy the spirit of our promise, don't you? They seem to be all alike."
Louise gasped, reddening, "Archie, must you? Why, I suppose I did promise."
"Yes, Louise, and a promise is the most sacred thing on earth. Take off the coat and turban and I'll just try these shoes on."
Very grave now, but without the slightest idea that she had been duped, the girl removed the wrap and hat and sat down upon her bed. Archie knelt and took off her worn little shoes, disclosing immaculately clean but much darned cotton hose.
"There's no sense in trying on the new shoes over the old stockings," remarked the young man. "I'll have these off in a jiffy."
Blushing and perturbed, Louise felt two masculine hands mount beyond her knee under her skirts and touch her bare thigh where the stocking ended. The fingers did not pause to dally but poised each side of the elastic garter band and drew it downward, bringing the stocking with it. Her heart beat furiously as she saw her round knee and calf being denuded by her cousin's deft fingers.
It was a promise, she kept reminding herself, a promise. Archie was only keeping his part of the promise and she must keep-hers. And she must try not to be silly about it. Maybe he was as embarrassed as she was.
The stocking was drawn off over the narrow shapely foot with its pink sweet little toes like those of a child. Archie concealed a spark in his eye as he scanned the lovely naked limb and foot and when he looked up to meet the troubled eyes of his cousin his own were calm.
"I did pretty well with that one, Louise," he said. "Wouldn't you like me to be your maid? What a pretty leg and foot you have, dear cousin."
Even in her distress the girl was pleased by the compliment. She found words to voice her embarrassment.
"Archie, you needn't take all this trouble," she said. "I can try them on later by myself."
Her cousin's eyes, brown like her own, opened widely as if in surprise.
"Why, I'm only keeping my pledged word," he said. "Of course if you retract yours, I "
Louise was instantly repentant. A promise was a promise.
"Why, I wouldn't break my word and make you break yours," she said. "I only felt you must forgive me for being so childish, Archie. After all, we're cousins, and that's something like brother and sister, isn't it? I mustn't mind if you see a little of my body. Mother says I'm too prudish anyway."
With fascinated eyes the girl watched her cousin draw the black silk over her little bare foot. By words and reflections like those just voiced she subdued her agitation as she felt his fingers pass up her nude leg hauling the fabric with them. Over the knee with its two dimples they passed and on up the soft warm thigh. Heavens! Would the stocking never end? Ten fingers were now upon her naked right thigh under the broad leg of her simple muslin drawers and were still tugging the silk upward. They were over half way of the distance above her knee now and were slowly approaching delicate regions. She quivered with agitation as she felt the hand traveling on the interior of her thigh press the flesh only two or three inches below her crotch. She feared she would cry out under the force of the sensations she experienced.
Thank God! The hands had ceased their upward course. The stocking was extended to its full limit and it reached to within a couple of inches of her buttocks behind and of her dainty cunt in front. She breathed more easily as Archie withdrew his fingers, only to send them upward again, sliding the garter along the stretched meshes of the silk through which her milk-white skin gleamed. Up went the circlet rapidly and was adjusted at the top of the stocking under the drawers. It was too tight for the-plump limb at that point and sank into the yielding flesh.
"It is too small, Louise, for stockings that reach so far up your nice big thighs," said her cousin with a tremor in his voice. "I'll get you a bigger pair or maybe I'd better put you in the long ones that hang from a belt or under waist and come down here inside the drawers," and the youth thrust one hand upward from the stocking as if marking the course of the proposed garter. It covered the tiny space between the present garter and the soft channel where the thigh meets the body and his finger tips touched silken hair as they passed up and tapped gently the nude belly to indicate where the belt would be fastened. This all happened like a flash. But Archie heard a soft gasp from his cousin and, looking upward as he withdrew his hand, saw that her eyes were closed in a crimson face and that she was struggling to regain composure.
Fearful lest he might find resentment in those brown eyes when they opened, he went on in a matter-of-fact tone: "You mustn't mind me, you know Louise dear. It's only your old cousin. But I must be sure that everything fits all right. I promised and I'm going to keep my promise."
Reproaching herself for having for an instant thought that the little touch on her genital hair which she had felt had been a deliberate one, Louise opened her eyes and mustered a timid smile.
"I know, Archie. You must have patience with your foolish cousin."
More rapidly he drew off the other cotton stocking and replaced it with the silk one. Then he put the little pumps of black patent leather and dark gray suede upon her feet.
"Now, look, darling," he cried, employing in his genuine enthusiasm an appellation more tender than he had ever used toward her. Louise did not resent it. She arose and lifted her skirt slightly from its normal position around her calves that she might get the effects of the new shoes and hosiery. Her trepidation vanished in a flood of girlish joy.
"How pretty they look, Archie," she said. "I just love them."
"They make your beautiful legs and feet look more exquisite than Ann Pennington's," said the gloating youth. "But wait till you see them with the little tailored brown dress I'm going to get you. It will come just below your knees barely an inch below."
"Oh, Archie dear! But do you think mother will let me wear it?"
"Don't worry about that. I'll talk to her," said her cousin, who felt himself well equipped with knowledge that would make it difficult for his aunt to say no to any request he might make. "But that blue store dress you have on goes badly with these shoes and stockings. I wish I had some other attire for you. Evidently Miss Smith didn't put in any dresses for these other two packages are too small. See what it is, Louise."
"That," turned out to be a wonderful undergarment of crepe du Chine, a combination, violet in hue and utterly transparent. It was adorned with ribbons of mauve satin. With intense admiration the girl eyed it as it dangled, light as a zephyr, from her fingers. Then, as the
"try-on" pledge recurred to her mind, she paled and shrank, sitting suddenly on the bed from sheer weakness.
"Oh Archie! Oh, Archie Archie! What shall we do?"
Imploringly she gazed at her cousin, hopeful that the young man, with the wisdom and kindness which he had displayed to her, would find a way to avoid for her and for himself too the awful ordeal which that promise now seemed to demand.
"Why, just keep our pledge, dear," observed her cousin. "What else is there to do? If you hate to have your brotherly cousin see you undressed, you can just pretend that I'm your husband."
"No, no! That would make it worse much worse," wailed the distracted Louise. "He wouldn't even be a relative then. I hate husbands! I don't want any ever!"
Radiant under an artificially calm exterior, Archie feasted upon the overwrought lovely girl's agitation.
"Then it would be easier for you to expose yourself before one of your own blood than before an outsider, a husband, wouldn't it, dear?" he asked softly.
"Yes, I think so," sobbed Louise. Tears trickled down her cheeks, in which the pallor was ebbing under pressure of a renewed flush.
"Well, little cousin, we are going to be game, aren't we? We will keep our pledge."
Shyly the trembling girl sitting on the bed eyed the young man. As their glances met his heart seemed to give a little thump as if a tenant were taking possession of premises heretofore vacant.
"What must I do?" she asked like a little child.
"Why you must undress and let me try this garment on you," he answered steadfastly.
Louise arose and unbuttoned her well-worn blue gown. With fixed determination she drew her arms from the sleeves and, letting the one piece dress fall to the floor, stepped out of it. Her little petticoat followed and she straightened up to stand with drooping eyes before Archie with only an undervest and the short muslin drawers as apparel save for the new shoes and the stockings which vanished up the legs of the drawers.
If it was torment for the modest maiden, it was bliss for the brazen man. Mercilessly, gloatingly he eyed the white, round shoulders, the bare lovely arms, the childish undergarments and the long expanses of black silk distended by shapely legs.
"Go on, Louise dear," he said gently as she still stood quivering and reluctant to proceed.
"What what shall I do?" the girl gasped in a half whisper.
He understood. Bewildered and lost in her wracking shame as for the first time in her life she unveiled her mature body before an onlooker, she could not even decide for herself what to remove next.
"I think the little drawers should come off now," he said.
Two buttons, one at each side, were detached by shaking fingers and the garment fell to the floor. As Louise bent to remove the drawers over her feet two round white buttocks sprang out from under the short tail of her undervest and Archie's glowing, ardent eyes had thus their first glimpse of his cousin's secret nudity. As she straightened up the shirt fell again. Between its lower hem and the tops of the stockings fabric about two inches of skin at the very summits of her thighs was visible. She was a spectacle for the gods, thought her entranced cousin. Could anything be more lovely?
Yes, something could. For, turning her back toward him, Louise, shaking in every muscle, drew her undervest up and off over her chestnut locks. The blas' young man, who had been wont to declare himself immune to hysteria over "female bodies," recanted mentally all that he had said along this line.
"By God, she's wonderful," he swore under his breath, as his eyes devoured the broad white back, the slender waist and the exquisitely molded buttocks which seemed to rest directly upon columns of black silk stockings with shimmering white showing through their delicate meshes.
Archie stood motionless, struck dumb with an admiration which for the time being held even his tumultuous lust quiescent. His strategy had succeeded where his former violent procedure had proved a flat failure. His lovely cousin stood before him naked worse than naked, for those long black silk stocking underlined her nudity and made it far more suggestive than total nakedness. And not only that; she had disrobed herself of her own free will in his presence, doing the utmost violence to her modesty, and yet, though humiliated and abashed, was not angry with him. She was even grateful to him for his supposed kindness. He heard a quivering little voice: "Archie, won't you please hurry and put on that combination for me. I'm so ashamed."
He grasped the feathery undergarment and, approaching the girl, dropped it over her head from the rear. He did not even seek to steal a glance at the front part of her person which she kept obstinately turned from him. He knew he would be able to examine that portion later at his ease. He stepped back and noted how clearly visible was the snowy white skin under the cobweb mesh of the violet crepe de Chine. "Turn toward me, Louise, so that I can see how it hangs in front," he said.
"Oh Archie, how can I? It doesn't cover me at all. You can see me right through it," protested the maiden.
"You mustn't mind that, dear. You can tell me what to look at and what not to notice. I must try you in it, you know, and I can't do it this way by only seeing it from the rear."
Summoning all her courage, Louise slowly wheeled to face her cousin. Her eyes were fixed on the floor and her white hands lay at the base of her abdomen, shrouding her secret beauties from his eyes. There was plenty left for them to feast upon in spite of her September Morn pose. For a dainty pair of girlish breasts, an ample handful each, showed clearly under the tinted gauzy fabric and upon their summits the dainty nipples stood out in an erection which for the first time apprised Archie that his cousin was beginning to feel a certain sensual excitement from being thus exposed to him. A wee pit, like a pink dimple, in the midst of the girl's broad white belly caught his eye and he vowed mentally that he would drive his tongue into that pit and use the fair plain of that belly as a couch on which to lay his own. He was almost frantic now with licentious desire. This trembling virgin need expect no mercy. But he was resolved to play out the drama to the end. He wanted to bring the girl to consent to her deflowering as he had induced her to yield her nudity to his gaze.
"It's beautiful on you, Louise," he said, controlling his voice with an effort. "And the fit seems to be perfect. Miss Smith must have sized up your lines very well. Of course, she didn't know you were going to have my expert service in the matter of a fitting. But, dear girl, you'll have to take your hands away, You're making it hand all awry by pressing it that way."
"Archie, can't you spare me just that one pang? You know I've kept to our compact thus far. But you can't realize how hard it is for me to expose to you my that part of my body."
"We'll say no more about it," returned her cousin. "I'll go out and you can put on as many clothes as you like."
He turned toward the door. Louise capitulated. She could not bear to have her cousin go away angry just after their former enmity had developed into an affectionate relation that she cherished and dreaded to lose.
"Oh, Archie, please come back. I'll keep my promise. Indeed I will. Don't be angry with me. I can't bear it."
As he turned toward her once more her small hands fell to her sides and her eyes met his as if eager for his approval.
Approval was a mild word for what he felt as he gazed at the nudity so indecently veiled by the transparent undergarment and the stockings. Just above the meeting point of the round thighs he could see the triangle of brown curls which served as guardian alas, an ineffectual guardian now for the portals of bliss that lay further down concealed in the vale between Louise's legs.
"That's my brave little cousin," said the youth. "You look lovely that way with all your dear body showing. Now I can fix your combination. It has to be buttoned here, you know, before we can see if it fits properly."
Promptly he dropped on his knees before her and fumbled between her legs for the button and buttonhole by which front and back of the garment were supposed to be attached. Louise, who had never before worn such a garment, was at a loss to comprehend his purpose. She was through resisting, however, for he always managed to put her in the wrong. It was with mixed feelings of intense shame and a rising unfamiliar pleasure that she endured the movements of his fingers on the sensitive and delicate regions between her thighs. They played all along the soft warm valley there, and some of them pressed right on the lips of her sexual crevice. Thrill after thrill passed through the excited nerves of her cunt and Louise tottered, frightened by the violence of her strange but blissful sensations.
"Archie, please what are you doing to me," she asked in a gasping whisper.
"Just trying to button this thing up, dear. Spread your legs apart a bit so that I can get at it."
As Louise mechanically obeyed, he resumed: "See, there is a button here in front," and he lifted up the lower hem of the combination ostensibly that she might see the button, but actually that he might view her cunt with not even the fragile web to intercept his vision. Now he could see, hardly a foot from his face, the delightful grove of hair on the girl's mons veneris and below, between the parted thighs, the exquisite little slit with lips pouting and deep pink as a result of the exciting action of his fingers. His right hand still rested between his cousin's thighs, while his other held up the button toward her gaze. She ignored the proffered spectacle, but her wide brown eyes filled now with wondering passion, gazed fixedly downward upon her entirely exposed genitals and upon the hand which was lodged there and which had begun again gently to tickle and caress the soft lips of her slit.
A gasping sigh told him that Louise was losing all her self-control and was no longer anything but a feverish little puppet throbbing with passion under his fingers. Softly he drew the tip of his forefinger downward and then upward just between the soft lips of her cunt. A moan of pleasure fell from her mouth and she tottered on her feet.
Rising he drew the lone garment from her body and enjoyed the glorious picture she presented with all her nudity, front and rear, made more enticing by the long stockings which swathed her legs clear to within an inch or two of her cunt and of her buttocks. With a hand on her shoulder he turned her about at his will and, with eyelids drooping over eyes that glazed with passion and face glowing with blushes, the girl submitted.
Archie unwrapped the only remaining package.
"Oh, see dear. Here is the prettiest pair of drawers you ever saw," he cried. "We'll try these on right away."
Louise looked and admired but could not speak lest she should burst into sobs of excited longing for something she had only a vague idea what. She raised one foot after the other to allow her cousin to draw on the drawers, which were of the same violet hued web as the combination but decorated at the bottom of each short leg with several inches of fine lace. As Archie drew them upward the girl saw that they were open front and back.
The young man buttoned the garment at her waist and then, aglow with delight, he reveled for several minutes in Louise's beauty and in her shame. Utterly nude from the waist upward and clad in the striking array of gauzy drawers and stockings below, she was a picture for the gods and a feast for the gods also. Archie, feeling himself a god for the time being, could not refrain from feasting. He fell upon his knees behind his cousin, opened the dainty drawers in the rear and exposed the full, beautifully molded buttocks. He grasped one of the white, soft cheeks with each hand and his fevered lips traveled all over the nude and warm hillocks. The shaking girl was beyond any resistance to this cousin of hers who knew so well how to make her swim in happiness under his caresses. It is doubtful whether she was even capable of thought at this stage of the proceedings, so great were her emotion and her yearning passion.
She felt a hand on each of her bare sides impelling her to turn and face the kneeling youth. She complied and at once her drawers yawned in front under the action of his fingers. Kisses, soft at first and hesitating like snow flakes fell upon her exposed nudity. Then, faster and harder like rain, the pressure of his lips burned the silken curls above her crotch and all the soft, white flesh in the vicinity. A hand grasped each thigh and the two columns were forced apart. Now the ardent kisses showered upon the very spot where all her aching desire seemed concentrated. A warm, moist tongue joined the lips to add to the confusion of her senses and the rout of all her modesty. It swept up and down on her cunt and sighs and soft exclamations fell from her trembling lips. Half-dazed, she was barely conscious that the delightful caresses had ceased and that her drawers were being removed. Nude except for stockings and shoes, she was raised in strong arms and cast almost roughly upon the bed. She turned upon her face and buried her so rosy features in the pillow, while all her body quivered under the violence of her sensations.
Archie took off all his clothing and lay down beside his cousin. He straddled the prone body, after toying with it for a moment, and, nestling his rigid prick between the girl's buttocks, lay down upon her. Feeling that stiff rod lying along the warm channel of her bottom and squeezed by her posterior cheeks, Louise, with passion mounting to feverish heat, moaned and writhed beneath her burden.
"Darling," she heard a voice whisper in her ear, "we can be so happy together. Shall we?"
For a moment the child, nearly crazed by all these novel experiences, uttered no word. She saw only vaguely what he meant. She had caught the word "happy," however. She was happy now, but with a poignant longing for some greater happiness which she dimly visualized.
"Oh, yes, Archie yes," she said tremulously.
"Well, dearest, turn over upon your back," he urged.
The panting girl obeyed and felt her whole body pressed throughout its length by his. The contact of his nudity with her own enhanced her fiery ador, even while it startled and scared her. She struggled in his arms. He withdrew slightly, kneeling between her stockinged legs and submitted his body, with the stiff prick arising from his crotch, to the eyes which opened to scan him.
The rush of blood suffused even the shoulders and bosom of Louise as she gazed upon the naked man. She did not feel in the least repelled, as she had always fancied a male body would affect her. Archie was handsome, she thought, and he was her own dear cousin and she loved him. And that terrible thing between his legs! She knew it would have to enter her body and he had said they would both be happy.
She must have relief, yes she must. She longed to feel again the pressure of his hirsute chest upon her soft breasts. Maybe that would suffice and he wouldn't insist on penetrating her. She extended her round white arms in an imploring gesture. Smiling, he gazed down at her but made no move.
"You must ask me, Louise, you know. I couldn't think of coming without an invitation. It wouldn't be proper at all."
"Come dear oh, come," whispered Louise hoarsely. Her eyes flamed and there was no answering smile upon her face, but only the glare of passionate longing. She was his now beyond escape, he knew. Still, he held back.
"You must tell me exactly what you want," he said.
This was beyond the powers as well as the knowledge of Louise, who was struggling not only for words but for breath.
"Repeat after me," he ordered. "Say, 'Cousin Archie, please lie on my naked belly and thrust your prick into my cunt. Please screw me.' "
Haltingly the half mad girl repeated the shameful words and as her cousin lay upon her once more she opened her legs and arms to his embrace. With one arm he clasped her and with the other he directed the swollen head of his charger at the lips of her dripping cunt. He raised his belly from hers a trifle.
"Louise dear, reach down and open your dear little slit," he said.
The girl obeyed. Her dainty hands crept downward and she drew the lips of her cleft apart. At once Archie pushed gently ahead. He had no fear of the blood-shed that impended, for he had taken the precaution to spread a large towel upon the counterpane.
With a little moan, rather of gratification than pain, Louise felt the head of that great shaft swallowed by her narrow gash. Still she drew desparately upon the lips of her cunt, yearning for deeper and deeper penetration. As the rod moved slowly inward, however, and her swollen clitoris felt the rubbing of its swollen tissue, her fingers abandoned their post and flew to clasp her cousin around the neck.
Feeling the point of his prick knocking against the membrane which must yield before he could take full possession of the girl's body, Archie drew his rod slowly outward and then pushed gently inward again, repeating the movements several times. The soft belly beneath his palpitated and Louise raised the black silk clad columns of her legs to rest them upon her lover's heaving loins. Bliss pervaded all her nerves and she was moaning in gusts of passion.
Now, after a leisurely, almost complete withdrawal of his scepter, Archie suddenly and vigorously dashed it upward and crashed through the maiden citadel with a single stab. A sharp cry broke from the girl, but the clasp of her arms and legs did not relax and, as her cousin lay quietly upon her, following that terrible poke, her pain slowly subsided, overcome by that intolerable yearning to feel his prick buried completely in her cunt.
It was she who resumed the offensive. Softly her belly swayed beneath him and then was ground against his as the panting girl sought closer conjunction. At this, Archie bent again to his delightful task. With measured thrusts, alternately hauling his rod outward and then burying it to its full length, he roused both Louise and himself to the point of almost intolerable and unbearable bliss. His cousin's exclamations of pain as his prick rubbed in her sore cunt were lost in the guttural sobs of ecstasy that arose from her lips and Archie, while quieter, could not restrain rapturous sighs.
Suddenly he felt the flood of joy nearing the breaking point. In short, quick digs he thrust and Louise felt jets of moisture in her cunt that seemed to act as a balm to her pain and increase her happiness. As Archie subsided upon her belly, her own discharge new to meet his. She writhed and clamored in the throes of rapture.
Through the door, carelessly left ajar, the boy's father and the girl's mother watched with eager eyes the final stages of the combat.
"Good thing we came home early, Eben. We'd have missed a great show," whispered the woman, pressing with one hand the rigid member which distended his trousers.
"You bet, Delia," assented her brother. "But I'm sore at the young scalawag for beating me to it."
"Well, don't fret," remarked Mrs. Forsythe consolingly. "You shall have her next, I promise you. And maybe it's just as well to have Archie do the hardest part of the work."
UNLEASHED
Jessie watched the voluptuous young girl writhing on the table, her pale body shaking with fear, her young muscles now straining at the bonds that spread her most intimate parts in front of her mean uncle's eyes. For only Jessie had anticipated this.
The old housekeeper had lived with Gordon McPherson a long time, and knew the moral old Scotchman better than he knew himself. In his day he's made a lot of money. He's never married, although he had been very handsome when he was young. He thought that women were sinful and that lust and sex were, in so many words, a very cheap thrill. He's been too busy for women and he had a lot of violence built up inside of him. Only Jessie knew, when he paced back and forth across the floor of his home out in the country, what he needed. He didn't know himself.
Then his brother died, and his nieces came to live with them, as there was no one else. One was sixteen and the other was seventeen.
When Jessie opened the door to Patsy and Lily, she knew that this was going to be a trial for her master. And what a trial! For these newly ripened morsels that had come to live with them were quivering with youth and beauty and were so healthy and animal-like that they'd bother any man, young or old. And certainly, with all of Gordon McPherson's suppressed sexual instincts, this was going to be hard for him to take.
Patsy was a vivacious little redhead, with a tiny waist and blossoming hips that curved out teasingly. She appeared that first day in a little bright peasant skirt and blouse falling off her shoulders, nonchalantly revealing a dark crevice between charmingly subtle, pouty pointed breasts.
Lily was the eldest; she was quieter and yet, Jessie's first thought was, "What a pair of tits that girl has!"
Tall, blonde and lean, her tits outbalanced the other parts of her body in ample fleshiness. She had a slow, sensuous, lazy walk to go along with these assets.
Jessie took notice of every charm of these girls. Jessie herself was not a narrow-minded woman. She'd had a great time in her day, when she was young and beautiful, and now she would have given a good deal to have Gordon fuck her, to have a few good rolls in bed with him. But she wasn't attractive enough to stimulate his latent appetite, however, she thought that perhaps once he got started he would not stop and he'd give HER a few things to think about.
However, at the time the girls first arrived he was the same glum, moral Gordon McPherson. Jessie kept herself busy looking after the girls and spying on them at the same time.
They had separate rooms and it was finally at Patsy's keyhole that Jessie got an eyeful.
Patsy was sitting on the bed, in her nightgown, thinking young-women thoughts, Jessie imagined. Her pink frilly nightgown was cut high around her neck, quite modestly. But as she sat there, dreaming, her hands raised to her breasts and she began to massage them thoughtfully. Then she began to unbutton the top of her gown and bending her auburn head, peeked inside.
Rather curious, she reached her hand inside and began to finger her nipple. With a smile of glee, Jessie got to her feet and made her way downstairs to Gordon's study.
"Mr. McPherson," she announced very solemnly, standing at the doorway. "I don't think you're playing the proper role for those two girls!"
"Eh?" A strange looking man, with something frog-like about his wide, poppy eyes and squat, short body, Gordon McPherson looked shocked.
"Good God, woman, I don't know what to do. I suppose girls grow up themselves without any help, after they reached this stage!"
"I don't know," Jessie warned him. "I just happened to peek in at her to see if she was in bed and I saw her doing something she shouldn't be doing!"
Gordon looked at her with sudden curiosity in his bright, quick eyes. "What was it?"
"I ... I'd rather not say, but she was playing with her tits!"
Gordon jumped to his feet, his face red and angry. "You're right! I do not want them getting ideas they should not have about. . . about lust. You know how I feel about it!"
"Yes, I do," Jessie said quietly, watching the old man grow redder in his face and start to storm around the room.
"There will be none of that in my house!" he shouted. "Bring her down to my study right now!"
Gordon continued to pace the floor as his housekeeper went upstairs to fetch the girl. He'd been aware of the girls, yes, and although he hadn't admitted it to Jessie he'd been worried about that very thing. He didn't want any young things with sex on their minds in his house. He'd stop it before it started. Patsy had her bathrobe on when she came in. Her face was pale and she stared at her uncle with wide eyes.
"What's the matter, uncle?"
"Hah!" he burst out, furious. "I'm sure you know that you've been doing dirty things, don't you?"
Her deep blush gave her away, but when her blush faded away she was even whiter ... wondering how her uncle could know what she had been doing.
"Well, you're going to be punished for it! I'll have no more of that around here. Take off your robe!"
Trembling before his demanding voice, Patsy slipped off her bathrobe and put it on a chair standing now in her pink nightgown. Gordon looked with disgust at the frilly garment.
"Does that unbutton all the way down to the waist? Well, unbutton it!"
"Oh, no, uncle ... please!" she gasped.
"Do what I tell you or I'll horsewhip you like I would a boy!"
Afraid her fingers worked tremblingly at the buttons until the gown was opened, revealing the pale white skin of her throat and her chest and a little suggestion of her full breasts which still remained covered.
"Pull it open. I want you to be naked up there for me to punish you!"
Not knowing what her punishment was going to be, Patsy pulled the front of her gown open until two mounds of pale flesh, tipped with crinkled pink nipples, jutted forward. The uncle stared glassy eyed, at those cones of nude flesh gently shivering before his eyes. Jessie, seeing the young, firm tits poking forward, wondered how the old man could keep himself in control.
"Alright!" he shouted. "You are never to touch that part of your body again. Hold those things in your hands, out to me, while I inflict punishment on them!"
"You ... you aren't going to ... hurt me!" she cried out suddenly.
"If you don't do what I tell you to, I'll hurt you even more. So you better ... obey!! ! ! "
Scared stiff now, Patsy put her hands beneath her firm breasts and held them out to her uncle, whose eyes were stormy and beady.
He walked over to his desk and picked up a metal letter opener. Bending it back and forth with his fingers, he now approached her, while glaring threateningly.
"Don't hurt me ... please!" Patsy gasped, looking innocent and pathetic as she continued to hold her breasts out of fright, out to him.
"I won't hurt you very much. Just enough to teach you a lesson!" he snarled, flicking the letter opener again. She now held her breath as he flexed the thin opener back and forth and then suddenly let it snap against one of her protruding red nipples. With a shriek she dropped her hands and backed away, beginning to weep and now touch the abused nipple gently with her fingertips.
"Come back here, you dirty slut!" he growled, jerking her to him by pulling one of her arms and snapping the letter opener against the other exposed nipple, once more bringing forth a scream.
"No more!" she cried out desperately.
"Jessie! Hold her!" he commanded.
The housekeeper grabbed Patsy's arms and held her tightly while the old man jumped around in front of her jutting tits again and began to smack her breasts, one after the other, with the flat piece of thin metal. Her shrill shrieks rang out as he smacked her tender nipples with the letter opener until they turned bright red and irritated. With each stinging smack it hit the raw nipple with more violence until finally her last shriek told him she'd had enough.
Jessie let her go, and weeping, she bent double, holding her sore breasts and shaking with sobs.
"Now get out of here and I don't want to have to teach you any more lessons!" he shouted.
Screaming, Patsy ran up the stairs back to her room, and almost bumped into her sister at the top of the stairs.
Lily looked at the distraught girl, half undressed, her breasts hanging out of her pink nightgown, and averted her eyes in embarrassment.
"What happened?" she asked sternly.
"Uncle Gordon is a fiend!" Patsy gasped. "He punished me by hitting my ... by hitting me here..." she held out her irritated breasts, and her sister blushed with shame and fear at seeing her naked bosom.
"But ... but why did he do that?? ? "
"Somehow ... he found out ... I was, well, I was just sitting in my room ... playing with myself, not doing anything really bad ... I don't know how he did find out."
Lily, who was a very moral girl even though she had a body like an animal, looked coldly at her sister.
"Well, I should say it served you right then. You shouldn't be doing such dirty things. Why, I would have punished you also!"
* * *
Jessie was secretly amused that Gordon asked her, with intense interest, every day, if Patsy had been behaving herself.
"Yes," she answered truthfully, and sensed that the old man was a little bit disappointed. Then, one day, it was Gordon himself who looked out of his study window and saw Patsy walking in the garden with a young man. He saw that he was the young man from the farm nearby, an uncouth fellow, in his opinion, and there was Patsy hanging onto his arm and looking up at him.
Then, to his anger, he saw the young man grab her, pressing her young body closer and gluing his mouth upon hers. He saw his uncouth hands travel down her belly, caressing her responding body...
That was all he wanted to see. He began to pace back and forth across the room, his heated up brain thinking wildly. She must not lose her virginity! Obviously she was a dirty slut, but he must save her for himself. It was his duty as her uncle, he thought.
He didn't say anything to her that day, nor the next. He spent the following days down in his workshop in the basement. Then, one morning, he caught her on her way out to meet the young man ... he could tell by the expression on her face.
"Come with me!" he demanded.
"But uncle ... I ... I have a...! "
"Do as I tell you!"
He grasped her arm in his own very strong grip and led her down to the basement where he had his work shop.
"You've never been in my shop, have you?" he said, as the girl looked around at all the tools.
"I've made a lot of furniture here. It's one of my hobbies!" Then his face grew stern.
"I made something for you, too!"
"You did?" She tried to look happy although she was, indeed, suspicious.
"I've made something to keep you out of trouble," he said in a very mean voice.
Patsy was now truly worried and she backed towards the door as her uncle bent over the table. To her shocked surprise, as she reached behind and tried the doorknob, she found that the door was locked. What insane thing did he have on his mind now? Her body was shaking and quivering as he turned around saying, "Pull up your skirt!"
"No!" Patsy gasped. "I don't know what you're going to do, but I haven't done anything..."
"We'll see about that," he snarled furiously. "We'll see what you've been doing with that young man of yours. Take that damn dress off, before I rip it off!"
He was strong for his age and small stature, but he grabbed her arms and pushed her over toward one of the big round pipes that came into the basement. With his sturdy body he pushed her own plump form against this pipe as he forced her arms behind the pipe and fastened them with rope.
"No ... No...! " she whimpered. "I haven't done anything wrong!"
He scurried to his workbench to get another length of rope which he tied very tightly around the pipe, beneath her jutting breasts covered by a tight sweater. She was helpless now. The uncle cursed under his breath as he bent down to catch the hem of her skirt and started to shove it upwards, pushing it to her waist. It was a tight skirt and stayed bunched around her waist as he caught the elastic band of her pink panties and started to slip it down over her wide, pale, ivory hips.
The old man's hands were trembling with anger, as he uncovered the young girl's nakedness. He stared at the soft white belly and then when he finally uncovered the soft mound of her curly cunt hair, he heard her sob.
"Don't, please ... don't!"
"I saw his hand down there," he now growled, pushing a finger between her soft thighs, touching the hair-covered lips of her innocent cunt.
She shivered and whimpered as his hand shoved inwards, until he could force his finger upward between the lips of that opening.
"Well, so he hasn't done anything to you yet, has he?" the uncle said, withdrawing his finger and rising.
"But I told you he hadn't!" Patsy wept in shame.
"Has he touched you there, inside of your panties?"
Her blushing silence told him the answer.
"You slut!" he shouted. "You're not going to see him again. And I will fix you so that you can't get into any trouble I might be responsible for!"
Patsy watched him fearfully, as he walked to his work table, wondering if he were going to beat her. When he turned around and again approached her, he had in his hand a strange object. It was a piece of carved wood about six inches long, and round, like a large cylinder. Attached to this object were pieces of leather, in long strings. As he walked toward her she saw that he was rubbing something oily on this piece of wood.
"Don't worry. This is not going to hurt you, but it will keep you from getting into trouble or getting yourself pregnant with some young shiftless stud!"
Gordon knew exactly what he was going to do with this big piece of wood. It was vaseline he was rubbing into it and it was greasy and slippery by the time he stood in front of the frightened girl, her naked belly and thighs startling white in the dim basement room.
"Now spread your legs wide open. I'm going to put this in!"
"NO!" Patsy shrieked, realizing what was happening. "It's so wide! It'll ... hurt me! No, no, no!"
Roughly, without cooperation from the girl, he pointed the wooden object between her legs. Then he knelt before her trembling himself with excitement, as he forced his hand between her tightly clenched thighs, searching for the virgin slit that he was going to shove his handmade rod into.
Seeing that he was determined to do this horrible thing, Patsy let him push her legs apart, opening up the pouting, hair covered lips of her innocent cunt. Still kneeling, he held the piece of polished, greased wood upwards, pointed up toward the hole where it was to be inserted. When the rounded head of the object was pushed against the lips of the virgin cunt which had never been touched before, Patsy squealed.
She felt it forcing its way in, as he gave it gentle little thrusts, pushing and prodding the head of the piece into the tight little hole. Then, suddenly ... her flesh gave way with a little ripping sensation as the piece of wood broke now through her hymen.
"Ohhhhh, stop! Ohhhh ... I can't stand it, ohhhhh!"
Gordon knew that her cunt had suddenly given away; now he could push it as high as it would go. It was an enormous fat piece of wood, and her cunt was stretched widely as Gordon pushed and grunted shoving the object upwards between the very tender little pink lips that were bleeding now, as Patsy whimpered.
"Oh, it hurts! You're tearing me apart!" she screamed.
It felt as if it would be pushed up into her stomach before he finished. Then he stood up before her, and she felt as if the piece of wood lodged in her poor vagina was absolutely enormous.
"Take ... take it out now, please ... it hurts!" she gasped.
"It's going to stay in there," he told her.
"That is what is going to keep you out of trouble!"
"You can't mean that, that is impossible, oh my God, you're horrible..."
The rod was lodged in her cunt now; and from the protruding end of it were the pieces of leather. Gordon bent to take one of these leather thongs, and draw it forward, up along the right side of her soft, plump pussy; then he reached his hand around behind her, reaching behind her buttocks to draw another of the leather thongs. He tied these two together at the top of her thigh. Then he performed the same step with thongs on her left side.
Now the piece of wood was held securely. Gordon had only to fasten the leather thongs, to finally solder them together with metal from his work bench. His next step was to fasten a leather thong and tie it around her supple waist, then to bring the two thongs fastened about her thighs up to the waistband and with little metal inserts took his tools from the tool table and soldered them together.
"There!" he said. "That is inside your tunnel of love and lust so securely that you would have to cut the leather to get it out. And I'm going to inspect you everyday to be sure it is in place, and God forgive you if you'd dared cut it!"
"Oh, don't tell me you're going to make me keep it there! Why are you so mean ? " she wept hysterically.
Her ravished vagina was still sore as she felt the bulk of the wood filling her up. She could not imagine walking around with it inside her.
But now he was unfastening her from the pipe. At first she stood there, shaken, not even pulling her panties up.
"Cover yourself up now, slut!" he demanded roughly.
She pulled her panties up and pushed her skirt down.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned as she now took a small step. "I can't walk, it ... hurts ... I can't..."
"You'll get used to it," he said and pushed her screaming up the stairs.
He suspected that she would be too ashamed and afraid to meet her boyfriend anymore with that thing lodged up inside of her and so she was. The next evening she came into his study, to be inspected. Stopping his reading, Gordon took his glasses off.
"All right. Now I suppose you can pull up your skirt and show me yourself!"
More humble and subject now, she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. The thongs still were tied about her soft flesh, reddening it as it dug in.
"Now, it doesn't hurt so much anymore, does it?" he grinned sadistically.
She was only able to look at him like a wounded animal. Night after night, she would come in and expose her lower body to him. Her soft little pussy would be revealed, with its strange lodger protruding only slightly between her lips, that now were swollen. He always made her turn around, asking her if the thongs were too tight against her buttocks, looking over the white, satiny cheeks of her ass with great interest. Then one day Jessie came in and saw this display and he explained what was happening to her. After Patsy left, he leaned back in his chair sighing.
"Jessie," he said, "I don't know what's happening to me. I thought I was a moral man, who wanted to save these ... poor girls from themselves!"
"Why, I'm sure you are," Jessie pacified him, her bulky body lowering down into an armchair with the informality that her employer allowed her.
"I don't know. I want to confess ... something ... to you. I ... I ... I have this strong desire, when that girl turns ... around ... to..."
"Yes?"
"To ... ah, fuck her from behind if you know what I mean!"
Jessie knew only too well what he meant. "Well, then, do it!"
"Do it?" Gordon jumped up and stared at his housekeeper unbelievingly.
"Look, sir, you're an old man. They're young girls. They wouldn't mind, in a ... a few years the thought of you having ... fucked them. You've been keeping yourself reined in for so long. Let yourself go for once in your life. Do what you ... want to do, I don't care!"
"But, Jessie, I'm afraid to let myself go. I'm afraid I couldn't stop!"
Jessie grinned. "It's been my contention ever since I knew you that you were an old sexpot," she said mischievously.
Gordon was shocked, but, nevertheless it gave him something to think about the next time Patsy came into his study, to show him her charming little pussy and pale buttocks, all in the name of virtue, which now Gordon was not so sure he had.
Then the next night she was late. When she walked in the door Gordon was sitting in his chair, puffing thoughtfully on a cigar.
"You're late," he muttered, scowling, as she began to lift up her skirt docilely, although there was a guilty expression on her face. She walked very slowly as if she was in great pain.
"I ... I forgot the time," she murmured very much afraid. She slipped her panties down just far enough to show him that the thing was still in place.
"Take them off all the way!" he muttered firmly.
"I ... oh ... please take that thing out. It's so ... painful when I walk ... I can't stand it ... really..."
"like hell. I'll do nothing of the sort; take off your panties! Drop them to the floor! Do as you're told!"
Nervous and exasperated, Patsy did as she was told, crying miserably.
"Now come over here!"
She walked over very slowly, her legs spread apart slightly. Naked from the waist down, she saw that he was looking at her in a different way. His eyes were gleaming with a look of obscene pleasure as he kept them fastened on her lower body, as she walked. Then, he stood up.
"Bend down," Gordon said in a low voice.
"I'm going to give you a bit of a spanking for being late. Go ahead! Do not make me angry or I'll really hurt you! Come on, quick!"
Blushing furiously, she turned her ass to him and bent down a bit, her pale, naked behind bobbing up in front of him in all of its round, pale beauty.
"Now, get down on your hands and knees, quick, you slut!"
Shuddering, she obeyed, hoping this would be over quickly.
"Ohhhhh, it hurts so when I bend down, ohhhhhhhhh."
She had been spanked by her mother when she was a child, made to pull down her panties and expose her bare bottom, so this wasn't too outlandish for her; if only this thing didn't hurt as much, if only he would take it out. How much longer was she supposed to keep this thing in her poor pussy?
Gordon smirked down at those two delicious round circles, that trembled in front of his eyes, waiting for punishment. He thought of how lovely it would be to feel that flesh quiver against his bare hands. But then his eyes fell on his riding whip in the corner of the study ... Hahhhhh, better still. Gordon loved horses, and only carried a riding whip as a gentle reminder to the animals. But women were a different species. Good, good for nothing.
Patsy did not see what he was doing. As she knelt, her head buried in her hands and her naked ass raised up, she was only aware of his foot steps. It was a good strong riding whip, the handle was made of good leather, and was about four feet long; when he raised it up in the air it whistled. Patsy heard the strange whistle and her body tensed even before the whip came down through the air and stung her naked ass. Gordon smiled to hear her wild, animal-like scream as the whip made a crimson welt in the satin-smooth white skin, cross-wise across both of those shining globes.
"Nooooo!" she shrieked, getting to her knees.
But as she rose to her knees, Gordon aimed again and brought it once more across her naked flesh, this time making it cross the other mark, so she had imprinted on her soft ass an "X." As she staggered to her feet Gordon aimed the whip at the tender area behind her knees; this brought her to the floor again because the blow was so excruciating on that tender area that she now buckled.
"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... Nooooo," she screamed, lying on her side and reaching behind to feel if there was blood, for it certainly felt as if he were cutting her to ribbons. He slammed the whip across one soft thigh as she lay on her side, bringing another shrill scream, hysterical now, from the throat of the very agonized girl. She rolled over to her back only to feel the whip snap across her tortured ass once more.
"On your knees, like before," he shouted hoarsely.
"No, No, No!" she wept, hiccupping as she cried in fear.
"Kow would you like to feel my whip against that little pussy of yours?"
"Nooooo!" she cried shrilly.
"You wouldn't do that. It hurts me enough with that thing sticking in my ... my pussy, please!"
"Then you'd better hide it from me and let me lay a few more against your ass and I'll promise not to give it to you there. If you don't ... well, you can imagine what that would feel like!"
"I ... y ... y ... es," she muttered, moving clumsily to her knees once more ... clenching her fists and hanging her head with eyes closed tightly. But instead of feeling the whip, she felt strong hands squeezing the bruised flesh of her ass. Gordon was breathing heavily as he grasped the soft, reddened flesh, pulling the cheeks wide apart and then pushing them together again.
"Patsy," he whispered hoarsely, "now I'm going to push something up your little ass!"
With horror she realized what must be going to happen. He was going to put another piece of wood up her ass hole, like the one that was already tied in her cunt! But for what purpose? How strange and horrible. She felt the cheeks of her buttocks being pulled apart and then, right against her ass hole a big, warm object was pressing. It was then that she realized the old man was going to fuck her in that way. He was a sex maniac. Oh, God.
His enormous cock was pushing, stretching her wide apart and hurting her terribly. She tried to push away, causing her more pain in her vagina, but it was too late. His hands were grasping her thighs and he was muttering, "If you don't let me fuck you in your ass hole, Patsy, I'll whip your cunt. I just want a little pleasure, don't be such a cry baby!"
It hurt her terribly. She was whimpering and frightened as he pushed his cock slowly in. The piece of wood in her vagina even made her ass hole tighter and she was sure her flesh was ripping; yet if he just wanted to fuck her, if that was what the whipping was all leading to, she would rather endure his fucking than this terrible beating.
She pushed her ass out and let him push in, shuddering and screaming as he did so. Then, with his hard thrust, she could not restrain another loud yell.
"Oooooow! You're hurting me!! ! ! "
Her yelling delighted him and he started pushing back and forth violently, watching his organ violate the soft, quivering flesh and seeing a bit of blood that he had drawn from her tender hole.
His fingers dug into her thighs as he pounded into her, finally digging deep into her flesh as he made his final . , . thrust ... grunting as his semen shot out into her tight small hole. Afterwards she fell to the floor, weeping, screaming. He waited, smug and satisfied for a moment and then said, "Thank you, my dear.
That was lovely. Now as a reward I will take that piece of wood out of your little cunt!"
She quivered to hear him use the obscene name of cunt. What kind of man was he anyway.
"Roll over, sweetie," he said roughly, as he cut away at the leather with a pen knife, ripping her flesh a little. Her whole abdomen ached so that she didn't even feel the pain. When he had cut through each leather thong, he reached for the bit of wood protruding between her legs and drew it out with a quick jerk. Patsy lay there screaming, feeling the wood slip out of her vagina with relief, gladly opening her legs to accommodate him. After he had pulled the greased rod out of her cunt, he looked with pleasure at the pouting, swollen lips of her stretched pussy. Her blood was all over her now, and she really was a mess. Then came a pleading voice, "You ... you won't beat me anymore?"
"Not if you behave yourself!" Gordon grinned.
After that, Patsy didn't interest him anymore. Now it was Lily, the unsuspected, pure Lily, who he found himself lusting after as she walked through the halls of his house. Locked in his heart, from a youth of reading books he shouldn't have, and later regretting it, from being around men who he always thought "low types," Gordon had a store of obscene words in his head.
And now, as his violent sexual nature suddenly came to the front, these words, too, came to him naturally. So it was that when he called Lily in, tall, reserved and quiet, he said to her, "Did you know your sister was coming in and showing me her cunt every day? Begging me to fuck her?"
Lily gasped and turned pale. She had never dreamed that this little old man had such things on his mind.
"Please!! ! " She stood up and was ready to leave, horrified.
"Sit down!" he shouted imperiously and shocked Lily fell back into a chair. Then suddenly, before she could gather her wits about her, he was standing before her, holding his riding whip in his hands.
Lily was reminded of evil little dwarfs she'd read about in fairy tales. His face was a smile that spread from ear to ear, a leering, obscene smile.
"You have the biggest tits I've ever seen," he said hoarsely. "Quickly!! ! ! Open your blouse and show them to me or I'll whip you across your face!"
Frozen in her chair, Lily stared at him, petrified. He was flicking the whip back and forth in front of her. Yet. . . undress in front of him? Impossible!
"What's the matter? You don't want to show me your tits?"
Lily did not move. She saw the glassy-eyed passion in her uncle's eyes and saw his mouth suddenly narrow with anger as he lifted up his hand with the little ... but vicious looking whip.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped as she saw the whip in front of her face.
"What. . . what is the matter with you?" he laughed.
He laughed even louder as the whip struck out against Lily's breasts, stiffening her body as she inhaled quickly, not screaming, for she was too petrified to even make a noise. Yet the burning pain of the blow on her sensitive skin was a taste of how brutal her uncle could be. Closing her eyes tight her fingers flew quickly to the buttons of her blouse.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered, not opening her eyes as she undid her blouse until her uncle saw the white net of her bra and the deep, deep cleavage between her breasts.
"Unfasten that thing that holds your nice plump titties," he said menacingly, his hands trembling as her arms went up to her shoulders to slip her blouse from her shoulders; then behind her back to unfasten the bra and let the white, plump globes loose. As her eyes were still closed, she could not see her uncle's leering face as he licked his lips.
"You're a real coward, aren't you?" he laughed. "A little touch with my whip and you're ready to take off all of your undies."
Indeed, there was a faint red line on her pale skin where the whip had struck her. Lily shuddered as he spoke.
"Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "I can't stand pain. Just tell me what you want me to do and
I'll do it. . . only don't hurt me. I've never done anything wrong."
"You know what I did to your sister, do you?"
Lily, ashen-faced nodded. "But she deserved it. She was doing dirty things. I ... I've never done anything like that!"
Gordon laughed. "You haven't, have you? Well, maybe it's time you started!"
Taken unaware by this sudden change of personality, indeed, she'd always trusted her uncle Gordon, knowing him to have led an upright and ascetic life, really frightened her deeply, as she was completely unprepared for this horror.
She was leaning far back in the armchair, stiff and trembling, her arms pressed very tightly to her sides, as Gordon reached out and chuckled as he pressed one tender nipple between two fingers, watching her gasp and whimper as he did so.
"Oh, if that bothers you, you're really going to raise hell at what's going to happen to you next," he muttered with relish, pulling her out of the armchair by grabbing one of those tightly clenched hands.
Lily's eyes flew open, revealing an expression of breathless terror as he now twisted her arm so violently that she fell to the floor, lying on her side, looking up at him pleadingly, her full titties hanging like clusters of delicious fruit.
"Would you like me to make you lie on your back, with your tits standing up so I can slash them with the whip?"
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "No! I told you I'd do anything!"
"Maybe I'll make you hold them in your hands while I lay this whip to that succulent flesh."
Lily whimpered desperately, holding her hands protectively over her tits.
"Would you rather have me rape you? That won't hurt so much!"
She was silent, only soft whimpers answered him.
"You'd better tell me, I haven't all day to wait!" he said roughly.
Standing over her, he quickly slashed down with his whip across her exposed flesh beneath the breasts she covered. This time it was a hard blow against the naked skin, not the teasing tap he'd delivered before.
Lily screeched wildly.
"Rape me, rape me, if you have to! Only don't whip me, don't whip me!" she screamed in agony.
Her uncle knelt to the floor beside her, whispering softly now, "That's right sweetheart. Now pull your skirt up so I can get at that nice little cute cunt underneath, will you? Don't just lie there. Hurry up or I am going to tie your hands behind you and give your tits a hard blow with my whip!"
Trembling, her fingers flew down to her skirt, starting to unbutton it at the waist, looking at him like a frightened animal.
"No! Don't bother to take it off! Pull it up!"
Whimpering hysterically, she rose to a sitting position, looking at him as he eyed her bouncing tits, and pulled at her hem. She pulled it up to her thighs and then lay back again, frantically arching her back to get it up to her waist, exposing a pair of white panties that clung flimsily to her lower body. At this point her courage failed. Her uncle gazed hungrily at the triangular shadow of darkness that marked the soft place he was looking for. Her long thighs were pale and trembling. How he longed to lay the whip now against the plump flesh. But even more he longed to show her the pain of being raped without wanting it.
"Go ahead, pull your panties off!! ! How can your uncle fuck you with your panties on."
"Oh, please don't!" she suddenly said. "It will hurt, I know it!"
"Not for long, it won't!" he growled, unable to play with her like this any longer and now reaching for the waistband of her panties himself, pulling them down over her hips, her slightly rounded belly and down her thighs. Her noises of protest as he moved the panties down, made him more eager and amused him. Quickly she rolled over, murmuring, "No, no, no! I don't want you to ... rape me, no!"
He laughed and turned her shaking body over, grabbing one of her breasts as she squirmed and squeezing it until she yelled out.
"Now I'll show you my cock and see if he fits in that little hole down there," he said gleefully. Lily's teeth chattered as he fingered the soft, dry lips of her cunt, her body rigid and afraid.
"Now that doesn't hurt!" Maliciously he slid his hand further back, underneath her buttocks and as he watched her ashen face, he inserted two fingers deeply in the tight little hole. This time she screamed loudly.
"Aaaaaah! Don't touch me there. What are you doing?"
That was only teasing. He wanted to get his cock inside her virgin hole as soon as possible to really make her yell as he knew she would.
"Look," he said, unbuttoning his fly. "Pretty big, isn't it?"
She wouldn't open her legs, but he pulled them wide apart with his big strong hands. She tried to inch up and away from him, but he pulled her down by grabbing her thighs and lowered himself until she felt the head of his organ pushing between her legs, against her pussy that even she had never touched. Gordon now reached down with his hands, finding the exact spot where her cunt hole was, and opened the pink lips so he could begin his job of pushing his rigid cock into that unexplored territory. He had her on the floor next to the wall now, so she could inch no further away from him, nor his stiff rod that was trying to push into her lovely cunt. She felt the enormous head now push against her private little nook and she began to shriek.
"You're ... hurting me, you..."
"Shut up," Gordon muttered, his face reddening with passion as he pushed and pushed. Her rigid body was not helping him, but knowing that it was going to hurt her when he broke through excited him even more and he forced her thighs even further apart with his hands, looking down at the tender pink slit he was widening and forcing open.
With one enormous push he broke now through and Lily suffered a tearing pain. She felt his enormous organ move back and forth against the raw, broken flesh as he moved further in, widening her poor cunt and pushing against her sensitive inner tunnel.
"There," he muttered lewdly. "I'll keep pushing back and forth, and soon your little cunt will get to like it!"
"No," she moaned, trying to twist and squirm away from him. "Never, never, it hurts, oh, it hurts!! ! ! "
She thought, in her terror, that it could go on forever. With each thrust she cried out bitterly.
"Oh, what is the matter with you, you dumb ass, it can't hurt that much?" he said in a low, grating voice, hoarse with passion. As she yelped in pain he finally was able to reach a climax, pull his organ out of her ravaged hole and lie back exhausted beside her.
"Oh, oh, you brute!" she whimpered, putting her hand between her legs to feel the bleeding place he had ravaged, her body aching with soreness from the ordeal.
"You have to get used to it, dear," he said menacingly, rolling over and pulling her hand away from her cunt. "Here, let me see what you're feeling!
His touch against her torn lips was anything but gentle. His fingernails were sharp and as he poked into the already aching crevice she hollered. When he scraped his fingernails against the pink skin her screams became deeper.
"Won't you leave me alone now?"
"Why, I've just started. I'm going to keep at it until it doesn't hurt anymore. And when you begin to like it then I'm going to start fucking you in your ass hole. Your sister already-likes that!"
"No, no, no!" she moaned, finding it unimaginable to feel that enormous cock also raping her ass hole.
"Would you prefer to feel a whip or my cock?" he asked with a chuckle.
She only lay there, breathing hard, trying to control her hysteria.
"Answer me!" he commanded loudly, scraping his fingernails against the sore lips of her cunt.
"Aaaaaah!"
"Well tell me, do you like pain ... like this...? " and he did it again as she screamed. "Or would you rather just feel me satisfying myself in your holes. You'll get used to that you know!"
"I'd ... rather not..." she stammered. "I'd rather not have you whip me!"
No matter how painful this was, she knew it was true that the first time was the most painful. As for whipping ... she could not endure it. Nor could she endure these torturous little pinches and scratches he was giving her now. "Stop! Stop!"
"Tell me you'd rather have me fuck you then!"
"I would ... I would..."
"Say the word!" he growled in her ear, his fingernail scraping her again.
"F ... fuck me!" she cried, and then began to sob.
"All right then. We'll call it a truce. But I'll tell you what I want you to do. I want you to do this very evening, after supper. It's what your sister does in the morning."
"Wh ... what's that?"
"I want you to come into my study and first you open your blouse and pull out ... your tits. Then you lift up your skirt and let your panties hang down while you walk over to me and turn around again and show me your cunt; arch your back and really stick it out, and ask me to fuck you!"
"Yes," she gasped. "All right. I'll do it. Please ... only please let me go now, pleaaase!"
"In just a moment," Gordon said, rolling over and climbing on top of her rigid body, her poor, frightened body.
"Just once more, sweetie!"
And once more he pushed his rigid organ into her sore and aching cunt as her back arched and she cried out in pain as he now dug his fingernails into her sensitive flesh.
Gordon was waiting anxiously for Lily to appear the next night in his study. His passions were getting the best of him. That morning he had found himself growing more and more violent with Patsy, and unable to control himself from beating her soft ass, although he had promised her not to. Now, as he thought of Lily's entrance when she would wiggle around so enticingly he knew it would not be enough to simply have intercourse with her in every manner, even to violate her backside and do every thing else he could imagine. No, he wanted to hear her violent screams.
Yet she did not appear ... the hours dragged on. He was too proud to go and look for her. But when he found her! No matter where she was! If he found her in her bedroom tonight, she would get the beating of her life! He would really make her sorry for disobeying him. Or if he should meet her in the hall or wherever he would grab her right there and tear off her clothes and make her yelp with begging for forgiveness. And so he was angry and sulking when he heard a rap on the door.
"Come in!"
It was Jessie. Her face was stern and angry and she was holding the arm of Lily, whose face was tear-streaked as she held her suitcase in her hand.
"This girl of ours was trying to run away," Jessie said. "I caught her at the gate, trying to open it."
Her uncle laughed. "Well, well, I think that calls for a severe punishment!"
Jessie had known from her eavesdropping and keyhole peeping that Gordon had been torturing these girls. At first she was shocked, thinking, "Oh, the poor innocent things," but then she got used to the idea and now was eager to see Lily punished.
"What are you going to do to her?"
Gordon studied the girl for a long time. "Well, I'm not sure. Why don't you go and get her sister. I want to know what she thinks about it. Bring her down quick!"
Jessie shuffled off and Lily looked at her uncle with hatred.
"So ... you didn't want to come and see me tonight?"
There was no answer. Lily stood very stiffly, her eyes on the floor.
"Well, I'll tell you, Lily. Something has to be done for punishment. Do you know what I had in mind?"
"What does it matter?" she said hysterically.
"I'll tell you. I was going to make you sit on that chair in the corner naked and whip you, but I have another idea. Perhaps you would rather have your sister take your place. I know how sensitive you are to pain. Patsy isn't that sensitive. If you want to give her every blow that I would otherwise give you, I'll let you off!"
Lily gasped. "Me give her the blows ? "
"Yes! We'll make her take her clothes off and you can take the razor strap and hit her intimate places with it!"
"No, I ... I can't do that!! "
Gordon shrugged. "All right, we'll do it to you then!" At this moment Patsy walked in with
Jessie, wearing her nightgown that revealed her voluptuous body, slightly bruised, at this point.
"What's going on?" Patsy asked, looking at her white-faced sister and her uncle, trying to make her voice sound casual.
"Sit down in that chair by the wall, Patsy!" her uncle said, nodding at Jessie at the same time to tell her to stay by Patsy. "Your sister has tried to run away, Patsy, and now we're going to punish her!"
Patsy felt a chill run down her spine. She'd had enough beatings, herself ... now it was her sister who was going to suffer finally, her moralistic, stuck-up sister. Well, she didn't object too much to that, after all of Lily's, "It serves you right," when she had been punished.
"All right. Lily, take your clothes off and go and sit in that chair!" he nodded toward another chair, in the center of the room. Lily was shivering. She looked at her sister, and thought of the things Gordon had said to her before.
"I ... I'll do what you want me to do," she finally blurted out, unable to stand the idea of being beaten.
At this point Patsy found her arms being pulled behind her and tied tightly around the back of the chair.
"Hey! What's going on! What's the idea?"
Lily blushed guiltily as Gordon walked quickly over to Patsy and taking the neck of her nightgown, tore it open all the way down the front, exposing her naked body ... round, bouncing titties, soft curved belly, furry pussy between her white, full thighs. Then he ripped the gown away, leaving her completely naked in the chair. As Jessie held the back of the chair to keep it steady, Gordon pulled Patsy's thighs out, and then spread them open, exposing to everyone the pink inner cunt lips, that were sore and swollen.
"What are you doing?" she screamed, suddenly scared.
He pulled her legs until her hips were resting on the very edge of the chair then tied her legs to the legs of the chair, so that her thighs were forced wide apart and her body was brought forward her intimate parts spread open right at the edge of the chair, her tits jutting forward from the way in which her arms were tied forcibly at the back of the chair. Then he turned to Lily.
"There she is!" he said. "Your stand-in!"
Thinking that it could be her, Lily, exposed in such a terrifying manner, Lily shuddered.
"What are you doing?" Patsy yelped.
Gordon explained with a sadistic smile. "Your sister said she would rather have you punished than herself ... for this little trick she pulled of trying to run away!"
Patsy stared at Lily. "Why, you dirty bitch!"
"Not only that," Gordon grinned, "but she is going to administer the punishment herself with this razor strap I have in my hand."
Patsy stared unbelievingly at Lily, who hung her head in shame.
"Why, that filthy coward', I'll ... I'll ... let me out of this chair and I'll show her a thing or two!"
"I'm afraid it's too late. Here ... Lily, are you ready?"
Lily nodded, trembling, as Gordon put the razor strap in her hands.
"Well, I'm afraid we can't give it to her on her ass, but she's had it there before anyway, so you start with those buds on the end of her tits. They're pretty sensitive, I'm sure."
Lily, knowing that it could be her, walked over to Patsy slowly, who was staring at her with hate in her eyes.
"Don't you dare!" Patsy breathed.
"Go ahead ... if you fool around I am going to change my mind and tie you to the other chair but go after you with something worse than a razor strap!"
Lily frightened, reached out and now smacked at one of the protruding nipples.
"Ugh! Jesus!" Patsy exclaimed, wincing. "Don't do that, you bitch!"
"Well," Gordon said angrily. "That couldn't have been very hard. Here, give it to me. I'll show you how I want it, and if you don't do it the way I want you to do it, you might as well not do it at all, but let me do it and do it to your own tender tits!"
Gordon stood over Patsy menacingly. She shrieked as she saw him raise his hand in the air, because she knew it was going to be a strong blow. When he smashed the strap against her nipple she screamed and arched her back in pain; the tender little bud grew red and swollen under the impact.
"There! That's the way. If you do not make her scream like that, you are through with the job, sweetie!"
And so Lily raised the strap and as Patsy sat there, her back arched, her eyes closed, brought it down hard against the nipple.
"Now the other one!" Gordon screamed as Patsy's shrieks rang through the room. Wanting to get it over with quickly now, Lily, her face white, hit at her sister's other globular tit, this time smacking the left nipple with such a force that convulsions ran through Patsy's poor body.
"Now her belly!" Gordon screamed, as Lily followed his directions, smacking the strap against Patsy's white belly ... which tensed and the muscles quivered as the strap left red marks. Then Gordon was at her side, pulling the razor strap from her hand and shoving into it, instead, his riding whip.
"This is more fit punishment, for running away," he laughed. "Here slash this against her belly."
The vicious riding whip frightened both of the girls.
"No, no, I didn't run away, not that one, please!"
As for Lily, she held it in her hand worrisomely, afraid to actually hit her sister with it.
But Gordon was beside her. "Do it, do it hard, or else...! " Gordon whispered.
He put one arm around Lily as he said it, squeezing the soft globe of her tits very hard. "Do it or I'll do it for you right here!"
Hysterically, Lily hit out at her sister's pale belly, trying to forget what she was doing. Yet Patsy's shrill scream did not let her forget and she saw a crimson welt across her soft belly when the whip fell to the floor as she held it loosely in her hands.
"Now her tits with that whip!"
When Lily raised the whip and struck out against Patsy's already-red tits, she tried to avoid the sensitive nipple, yet her shaking hand did not aim well and when the stinging blow hit the very tip of Patsy's red nipple, the girl cried, "Oh, God, I can't stand it, I..."
Gordon made Lily hit the other one, so that Patsy's nipples were streaked with angry red marks before he muttered, "Now, we're going to give her the most pain of all. Where do you think we're going to hit her now?"
Patsy sat shaking with pain in her chair as Gordon grabbed the whip away from Lily.
"The whip would be too excruciating for what you're going to do now," he said. "We'll use the strap!"
He knelt down, on one knee, about two feet away from Patsy, centered between her legs.
"I'll show you how I want you to do it! Watch me carefully!"
"For God's sake. Don't hit me there!" Patsy screeched.
But Gordon already was holding the strap in his hand, poised. When he raised his hand, he raised it straight up and looked for a moment, with pleasure, at the quivering pink inner flesh of Patsy's spread-open cunt, fringed with soft hair, and contracting with fear as she saw that he was about to administer a blow to this delicate area.
"Nooooo!" she yelled hoarsely.
When Gordon raised the strap up he brought down the flat edge of it with a smack, right against the slit of her pussy, from the little bud at the top down to her rose-colored cunt hole. Patsy now shrieked and bucked, almost upsetting the chair, which Jessie now held onto tightly as the girl writhed and squirmed, her entire body burning from the terrible, terrible pain.
"There, like that," Gordon said to Lily. "Just flick it against her cunt and make her scream the way she just screamed!"
Lily got down on her knees, shaking because she knew how painful it must be.
"If it isn't as hard as I did it the first time," Gordon warned her, "I'm going to pull down your pants right now and pull your thighs open and give it to you in the same place!"
Panicky, Lily raised her hand, seeing nothing but a blurred view of the swollen sexual parts before her.
Almost weeping, she raised her hand, her own fear making her bring the strap down against the poor, already aching pussy with a strength that was even greater than Gordon's. Patsy's thighs began to convulse in pain as she attempted to hysterically escape her bonds.
"There now," Gordon said. "The poor girl is frantic. Now I want you to pacify her a bit. Soothe her with your mouth, down there, before you start strapping her again!"
"Wh ... what?" Lily gasped, not understanding at all.
"Wh ... what?" Gordon mimicked. "You idiot, just reach out and lick Patsy's cunt that's so sore, until she stops yelling!"
"But. . . but. . . it's not ... not right," Lily protested.
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Gordon now shouted. "What do you want? It could be you in that chair, you know. Moreover, do you know what else I want you to do? I want you to take off your skirt and panties ... no, don't get excited. I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, didn't I? I just want you to go about your business. Hurry up now, or I'll give it to you!"
Frightened, Lily stood up and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the ground.
"That's enough," Gordon said. "Get down on your hands, and knees and do what I told you to or I'll pull your panties down for you!"
Lily got in this position, as ordered, sticking her ass up in the air as she moved her head tentatively between Patsy's legs. As she did so, Gordon reached up to her waist and pulled her white panties down over her plump, pale buttocks, revealing for his greedy eyes the quivering tantalizing curves.
"Go ahead now," he said, caressing the flesh of her ass. "If you don't I'll stick something right in here..."
With these words he inserted a finger roughly in the hole between her ass, making her squeal and suddenly press her mouth against Patsy's sore pussy.
"Ah, that's right. Stick out your tongue and lick!! ! ! "
Lily cautiously parted the furry lips of Patsy's cunt and began to lick the pink insides, traveling down to the cunt hole itself, which was still quivering from the blows.
"Stick your tongue in the slit a little way!" Gordon commanded.
Lily did this, and suddenly felt juices flowing onto her tongue.
"It's ... it's gooey and wet, and ... oh ... disgusting!" she complained raising her head.
"Ah, good! That means that Patsy has forgotten her pain already. You can give her a few blows again!"
Shaking with nerves, Lily got back into her first position, her ass wiggling, grabbing the whip as Patsy screamed, "No ... it's not fair, don't hit me there, again, how can you?"
But Lily knew what she must do. She raised her hand to bring the whip along the sensitive pussy, which was now wet with passion besides being aching from pain. The whip flicked against the pink cunt with a snap and Patsy shrieked. Again she lay it against the furry area, lined with pink, which was trembling and swollen.
"Oh, God!" Patsy screamed. "I'll die!"
This time Gordon did not even say a word to Lily; instead he pushed her head forward and pulled her into the position with her ass up. But this time Gordon wanted something else. His passion had been aroused and increased seeing the violated sexual organs of Patsy and the moving ass of Lily. He wanted to rape Lily and go into her from behind.
Patsy looked at him with terror-filled eyes, not knowing whether she was going to be given pleasure or pain as he whispered to her, "Hold her head between your legs!"
Patsy, seeing him undo his fly, knew what he was going to do. And at this point she was willing to cooperate, knowing that Lily was going to get raped in a way she knew that didn't feel too good. After this gross betrayal by Lily she was willing to cooperate in any way that was to her sister's disadvantage and so when Lily popped her head in between her thighs, innocently to resume her sneaky business to save her own skin, Patsy closed her legs very tightly. At the same time her uncle grabbed Lily's ass and began to spread the cheeks open.
"Now I'm going to give you something I promised you as a reward for being a good girl," he laughed, his eyes bright with increased passion. Lily's muffled squeal came to him from between Patsy's tight clenched legs. Lily was in a position where she couldn't move her hands up to free herself. She could only feel her uncle's strong hands manipulating her ass.
Then she felt a hard warm object pressing against her private opening between her buttocks' cheeks. She grew tense and very panicky.
"Let her go now!" Gordon said to Patsy, and now Lily was free to scream as her uncle grabbed her thighs and pushed her opened ass back, at the same time inserting his cock into the small hole.
Screams of pain told her uncle that he was tearing her tight ass hole and he clutched the soft flesh of her thighs passionately with his hands as he dug his way further in, feeling it much tighter and more rigid than Patsy's, thus more delightful to him more painful to Lily.
She bucked and tried to get away from his intruding cock which was ripping her flesh and digging further and further into her body. She felt as though she were being blasted apart. When he began to pull it out and push it in, her renewed screams were terrorized for her torn and bleeding flesh was already so sore as to feel every scraping of his stiff organ to be really horrible. When he had finished, pulling his deflated, dripping cock out of that violated hole, she fell in a heap, weeping hysterically.
Then, to Jessie he said, "See that these two sluts get a bath and get to bed. I have plans for tomorrow!"
Gordon spent the entire length of the following day down in the basement in his workshop. His nieces knew where he was. When they heard the pounding of his hammer and the cutting of the saw they jumped nervously, half-suspecting that he was up to some diabolical business that concerned them. The sisters were no longer angry with each other, forgetting the pain of the night before clinging together in this new fear. Even old Jessie was getting nervous.
"Well," she said. "The old man has to have some fun, but I do think he goes a little too far. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you girls."
"Hah!" Patsy exclaimed, who had no use for the housekeeper. "If you really cared what happened to us you would not have helped tie me in that chair tonight, you dirty old bitch!"
"Shut up!" Jessie cried, reaching out to slap Patsy's face, making her cheek redden and bringing a glint of hatred to Patsy's eyes. Patsy would have fought her if she hadn't been so enormous; instead she turned away and sulked. Lily just sat on the sofa, depressed and worried about what the night was going to bring.
The girls were both dressed in their best dresses and high heeled shoes ... as Jessie had told them their uncle had wished. When they went into the dining room, Gordon was sitting at the head, sipping wine and smiling smugly.
"Well, my pretty little things. You look so pretty tonight. I hope we'll have a nice evening!"
The girls were silent, eating their dinners without appetite.
"You know, I've spent the day making something for the two of you, just to show you that my heart is in the right place. After dinner you must come to the basement and see what it is!"
When neither of them answered, he scowled.
"What's the matter with you? Don't you want to please your uncle ... you sluts?"
At this, they both turned, wondering how he could chat on so blithely, knowing full well that an evening of hell lay ahead of them. The girls didn't dare answer.
"Perhaps you could pull your panties down while you're bending over so I can see your pretty little bare asses while I smack you with my hands and maybe reach through with my hand for just a little feel of your furry pussies ? "
Lily turned pale, she felt that this was the beginning of something that must end very badly indeed.
Patsy herself didn't know, she was not sure what her uncle was up to, and she tried a light approach.
"Well, uncle, if that is all you want to do, it wouldn't be so bad."
Her uncle grinned at her. "Why, Patsy, I believe you'd even let me fuck you a little bit too, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe I would!" she said grimly. "Anything is better, than being beaten, anything!! ! ! ! "
"And Lily, what about you? Would you let me fuck you too?"
Lily shuddered, afraid to answer.
"I see Lily doesn't go for that like you do Patsy! We'll have to do something about that, we'll have to do something else to poor, frigid Lily. Perhaps we'll punish her for beating her sister like she did last night."
Lily suddenly lost her appetite and her teeth chattered as she turned pale.
"I ... I would rather have you fuck me, uncle. I wouldn't mind that ... so much!"
"So much!" he mocked her. "Well, I don't want a 'so much' fuck, if you do not mind. No, I think I rather..."
"Oh, please!" she jumped to her feet, frightened. "I think I'd like it! I think I'd even like it if you did it from ... behind. I'd wiggle around and just go out of my mind!"
Seeing through her white lies, he laughed hoarsely.
"All right, Lily. I'll give you a chance to see how much you like it!"
He finished his dinner with a good appetite, while the girls picked at their food. Then, he lit a cigar and stood up.
"Well, lets go downstairs!"
He ushered the nervous girls before him, who didn't know what to expect. . . Down the stairs they went, into the brightly lit basement, filled with pipes and there, in one corner, his great work-bench. About three feet away from his work table there was a little bench, newly made. Upon it were soft pillows. This bench was about waist high, and about six feet long.
"Is that what you made? What is it for?" Patsy asked curiously, half-wondering if he was going to make one of them lie upon it while he fucked them. Anyway, she hoped it was Lily and not her.
"Oh, it's just to sit on. I thought it was kind of cute. I'll sit on it while you two take off your dresses!"
He went over and hiked himself up on the bench, puffing away at his cigar while the girls stood watching him nervously.
"Well, go ahead, you filthy sluts! Do your business. Start stripping and take off everything but your high heels!"
Patsy slipped her dress off quickly, while Lily took her time unbuttoning it down the back. He noticed that Patsy had on black under-things and told himself under his breath that she was really a whore ... at heart. She unfastened her bra and let loose magnificent pointed tits still red and swollen from the previous night when they were so cruelly beaten, then she bent down, letting those tits fall and swing back and forth, as she pushed her panties down.
As for Lily, she was trembling as her dress slipped to the floor. Her tits about'to burst within the tight confinements of her bra, her whole body shook as she removed her panties, always loathe to have her uncle stare so lasciviously at her cunt. It took every bit of courage she had not to cover up her pussy with her hand as he grinned, looking at it.
"There you both are! What succulent bodies! What big tits!" he exclaimed delightfully. Then he beckoned for Patsy to come over to the bench.
"Now, I want both of you to show me your cunts. I won't hurt you! I'll just fuck you gently, and if it hurts I'll put vaseline up your holes!"
Not knowing he was lying through his teeth, Patsy came over and stood in front of him.
"Now your best asset is your plump ass," he said, "so I want you to lie on your belly across this bench and let me look at it and fondle it all I want to. See, I have a cushion so you will be comfortable and this rough bench won't dig into your body!"
Patsy did as she was told, bending over the bench, which was about a foot wide and as her uncle moved her body so that her waist was supported by the bench with the pillow on it, she felt his hands feeling her roughly in every crevice, very hungrily.
He ran over to his work bench and now got some lengths of rope. Patsy felt him tying a length around each ankle and drawing it beneath the bench toward the work table, then he tied a length to each wrist.
"Why do you have to tie me down, uncle?" she pleaded. "I'll let you do what you want to do!"
"It excites me to see you tied," he lied.
As he tied each piece of rope to one sturdy leg of the work table, Patsy realized that she was now bound in this position, her legs apart, her body bent over the bench, her wrists down almost to the floor, assuring that her bent position was maintained.
"And now for Lily," he said, turning to the trembling girl. "You will lie across this bench on your back, so I can watch your delicate tits!"
"N... . ... .no!" she stammered, suddenly hysterical, backing away from his approaching figure. "I ... I'm afraid..."
"Come here!" he shouted angrily, grabbing her arm and pulling her shaking body roughly to the bench. He pushed her down on her ass and said, "Scoot down or you'll get something you won't like. Go ahead! Get the small of your back against that pillow and spread your legs apart so I can look at your cunt!"
Shaking she obeyed him now, and he quickly tied her wrist and ankles in the same way that Patsy's were tied. Lily was less comfortable, her back arched, her tits exposed, on her face was a frozen expression of fear. Even if he were only to sexually violate her, she hated and feared it.
"There, my beauties. All spread out for your uncle!"
He hurried over to the work table. Neither of them could see what he was now bringing over. It was Patsy who first felt the tip, the cold tip of a little syringe. With a sadistic chuckle he stood behind the upraised ass of Patsy and poked the syringe tip between her buttocks, pushing it in the hole there until it had disappeared for a length of about two inches. Then he pressed on the rubber ball.
"What are you doing? What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing," Gordon said, walking now over to the next figure, the outspread thighs of Lily. In spite of the fact that her ankles were tied down quite far apart, she managed to bring her thighs together, trying to protect her cunt from her uncle's prodding finger. But he pulled them apart roughly, spreading open the lips of her cunt with two fingers of one hand, while he pushed the little tip of the syringe into the cunt hole, squirting the remainder of the contents into the cringing tunnel.
"There now, that doesn't hurt at all, does it?" he smirked, watching both of their bodies, tense and cringing.
He stepped back and puffed at his cigar which he still carried in his mouth, waiting. For the liquid that he had inserted in their separate holes would make them soon begin to itch and burn and pain them terribly. Soon Patsy began to squirm.
"It ... it itches me terribly!" she complained whinning.
He watched her fleshy buttocks wiggle and squirm as the itching and burning became more intense.
Then Lily gasped.
"Oh, what did you do? It burns, oh it burns, I can't stand it ! ! ! ! "
"Shut up! You make me sick! You ... you bitch! You can't stand anything!"
Lily's thighs began to flex and her hips began to wiggle as the terrible burning sensation started. Her body began to writhe, her tits shaking like jelly as the urgent itching and burning sensation in her cunt, inside and outside around her pussy lips, where the liquid dribbled out, grew stronger.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh!" she moaned, twisting about, arching her back. "Make it stop ... stoooooop!"
As for Patsy, she was whimpering and shaking her ass around frantically, trying to alleviate the pain. He saw the flesh of her thighs quiver and shake as she opened her thighs wide and tightened them, trying to get rid of the pain. She raised her ass up in the air so very high that he could see a glimpse of her pink slit, lined with dark curls ... and his excitement grew.
He longed to squirt more liquid into their holes, to keep them wiggling for a long time because this erotic sight was driving him insane, and the liquid would cease to take effect pretty soon. But then, there would be other nights for more of that and worse. His sadistic feelings were now aroused to a pitch.
More urgently did he want to satisfy his ever-present sexual demands, that had been frustrated for years. And so he puffed madly at his cigar, as they reached a peak of frustration.
"Stop it ... stop it!" Lily screamed pushing her ass up in the air and thrashing about as much as she could tied in that bound position.
As for Patsy, she just moaned and cried loudly as her ass wiggled back and forth frantically, up and down, shaking violently and with frenzy.
Then slowly, their moans grew slower and finally were reduced only to hard breathing. As their uncle watched them calm down he heard Patsy mutter, "Oh, you dirty bastard, you beast!"
Gordon only laughed at her.
"You don't know the half of it yet," he promised.
The girls were panting from their frenzied exertions as he walked to his work bench to look for the next object of misery he was going to inflict on his two nieces tonight.
Seeing him, by raising her head, take a long narrow box from a drawer, Pasty tried to turn her head more as he walked around behind her to unsnap the box. But she did not see him take out the strange metallic clamps from the box. To each clamp was fastened a long piece of leather that he had attached to the crown of the clamp.
The clamps themselves were little hinges of metal with ugly metal teeth. Gordon took two of these clamps and walked over to Patsy, coming around to the front where her pointy tits were hanging down, and reaching up and under to fasten one of these ugly clamps onto one nipple.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she screamed and arched her back when she felt the first ugly clamp dig into the tender flesh of her nipple. "What in hell are you doing?"
He walked around to the other side and let the other hinged clamp dig into her pink, budded nipple.
Another shriek of pain sent Lily into tears with frightened expectations.
Gordon then pulled the pieces of leather up around her body until it was obvious that by standing in back of her he could hold these little leather reins attached to the clamps in his hands. Patsy's screams had subdued to whimpers.
"You see, it doesn't hurt so much now, does it? It will only hurt badly if I ... pull these reins and let the metal dig hard into your nipple. You see, I have made horses out of you. You know I love horses. Now I'll show you how it works, after I've made a little horse out of Lily too!"
"No!" Lily chattered, raising her head to stare at her leering uncle as he reached over and took one of her large tits in his hand, while he fastened the clamp. He had made bigger clamps for Lily's larger nipples, and they did, indeed, hurt more. As the first one bit into her nipple, she turned glassy-eyed and pale, letting out a terrified shriek.
The other one, too, was quickly attached and the reins drawn across her belly. Now, the uncle's only problem was which one of these girls to ride first.
Lily's already bucking body excited him most; he unzipped his fly and pressed his large, rigid cock right against the mouth of Lily's still sore cunt.
Then he took one of the pieces of leather and pulled it, watching the clamp pull at her tender nipple flesh and watching her body arch as she screamed very frantically.
At this point he pressed the head of his cock into the mouth of her cunt, feeling it tight and rigid. Again he pulled the reins, both of them this time, watching her crimson nipples, which had become hard and stiff, jerk and redden even more with pain as the metal dug in.
He forced his enormous rod all the way up into her sheath, watching her legs flex and her poor cunt stretch wide to accommodate his great cock.
Then, firmly ensconced there, he began to pull the reins, making her tits jounce and her nipples perk spasmodically, forcing from her throat blood curdling screams and convulsions of her body that thrilled his hungry penis.
Then he happened to hear Patsy's whimper. She was frightened by the sounds of bloodcurdling screams and she felt the metal digging into her soft nipples. She could not imagine what horrible, horrible pain there would be if he should pull at them.
He withdrew his aroused cock and let the reins lay in a coil on Lily's shaking body as he ran over to Patsy, anxious to find out how she would react to this torture. Picking up the leather reins which lay across her ass, he pulled them gently at first, knowing how they were pulling at her flesh, and hearing her low, agonized moan.
Patsy's titties were quickly jerked backwards, the metal digging into her nipples as he pulled on the reins suddenly, pointing his cock between her buttocks at the same time.
He watched her body writhe in pain, and her shriek of horror as her most sensitive flesh was abused thrilled him so deeply he could not wait to push in between her plump, quivering cheeks and then once more jerk on the reins, knowing that her tits were being terribly abused by the sound of her piercing yells.
"Oh, you dirty bastard, you son of a bitch! Stop it, stop it!"
He began to pull with quick little jerks, each time torturing and maiming her poor little nipples. Harder and harder, at the same time, he pushed his cock deeply into her tight hole. But the pain of his organ in her small cavity was nothing compared to the torturous tearing at her nipples. Her shrieks were rasping and her body was shaking convulsively, delighting him as he pounded back and forth.
He watched the white flesh shake and throb spasmodically, as rasping moans now came out of her throat. Each shriek and quiver delighted his sensibilities. As for her sister, Lily was lying back listening to those rasping sounds of horror, wondering how long she had before she would have to tolerate more pain.
She heard the maniac panting and chuckling and looking out of the corner of her eyes saw his gleaming eyes and sweating face, as he continued to bring forth horrible noises of pain from Patsy's aching throat.
"Oh, please, stop uncle, oh God ... please stop!"
Her nipples were torn and bleeding by now, the girl didn't know how much longer she would be able to keep conscious and wished that she would pass out, each time she was allowed a moment of rest she would be brought to a high, unbearable peak of pain by the metal tearing at the ultra-sensitive skin of her tits, jerking them this way and that, then, as she now thought she could no longer stand it, he would stop for a moment.
"Do you like it, sweetheart?"
Patsy couldn't answer, she just sobbed and sobbed, praying silently for this terrible ordeal to end somehow.
Gordon waited until he could no longer keep inside his bursting desire, as much as he was being titillated by the spectacle of the convulsing flesh and the shrill shrieks of pain and would like to continue this exotic torture, his sexual desire was reaching a peak.
He allowed himself one deep plunge into the flesh of her soft, quivering buttocks, and one last cruel pull on the horrible reins before he began to grunt and groan and rid himself of this terrible energy. He pushed wildly hurting her more and let go of a hot flood of his love juices. He waited for a moment after that and then, slowly, got up, wiping his dripping cock with a cloth that he found on the bench. Then, he slowly went over to Lily and smacked her hard on the buttocks.
"Well, my dear, I think now it should be your turn!"
"No, noooo, you promised ... please, don't beat me, don't beat me, anything, but beat me!"
"You'd better be nice and shut up if you know what's good for you!"
Then he did exactly what he did to Patsy, pulling the reins, first slowly then harder and harder until the walls echoed from Lily's animal like screams, he pulled and pulled until
Lily lay still and Gordon realized that she had fainted. Not interested anymore in anyone who did not know what was going on he got up.
He left them there, disgusted, not looking back to see what condition they were in, but just aware of his enervation and lack of lust. He just wanted to sleep, that was all. Tomorrow was another day.
* * *
Staggering out of the basement and up the stairs, Gordon met, in the hallway, the housekeeper, Jessie.
"What on earth have you been up to? You look absolutely exhausted!" she exclaimed.
Looking at her askance, he passed her silently and then changed his mind, turned around and said, "You old whore, I took your advice, that's all. I got it out of my system. You were right. I had to get it out of my system. Now I have to sleep and prepare myself for tomorrow, as you know, I want this to go on for some time to come!"
Jessie just nodded her head. That old bastard, why didn't he fuck her just once in all those years that she was with him and anxious to be fucked? But now, Jessie was intrigued. She knew that Gordon was involved in some heavy fucking without him telling her, but she did not know completely what was involved.
She didn't know what had gone on down in the basement and she was curious. A little worried, too, that her employer was carrying things a little too far.
Jessie was a rough violent person herself, but she did feel sorry for the delicate little girls, perhaps, too, she was a bit jealous. Not that she would want Gordon to inflict such humiliation and cruelty upon her, but she would like to share his fucking with him. She had spent many nights, since the girls had come, concocting fantasies in her mind.
She lumbered down the stairs to the basement, lost in her thoughts, and heard no sound from the girls who, she knew, must be still down there.
The sight that met her eyes appalled her.
Tied down, in the most obscene manner, their bodies naked, bruised, bleeding and sweating, they lay motionless. Lily seemed to have fainted. She saw from the signs of blood and bruises what must have gone on down there. She hadn't expected anything like that, to be sure.
Slowly she walked over to the girls.
"You poor things!" she cried, very honestly.
Patsy was so miserable and exhausted that she didn't care if anyone came to rescue her or not. As far as Lily was concerned, Patsy didn't care either at this point.
Patsy most particularly wasn't enthusiastic about it being Jessie.
Jessie first went to Lily and noticed that she had fainted. She slapped her gently and Lily opened her eyes.
"Jessie," she said frightened, "where did you come from, what are you up to, where is my uncle?"
Jessie looked at her contorted face and felt pity for the young girl.
"I ... I came to rescue you!" she said plainly, wondering why she was so softhearted all of a sudden.
"Rescue us? I can't believe it ... where is my uncle?"
"Your uncle, that fiend, went upstairs to sleep!" she said calmly.
Jessie looked at Lily and examined the clamps still fastened into her nipples. What a diabolical fiend, she now thought to herself, with a certain amount of pleasure, wondering how many nights he had spent thinking about this.
She managed to unfasten the clamps from Lily's torn skin, but not without bringing forth several moans in the process of doing it. Then she untied the ropes that bound the girl.
Lily was so terrified that she just lay there, trembling still, as Jessie now went over to Patsy.
Patsy was in worse condition.
"Your poor titties!" Jessie murmured. "Why, look at what he did to them!"
Indeed, the skin was torn and bleeding, and as Jessie tried to pull the ugly clamps out Patsy shrieked.
"You dirty bitch, you're hurting me, I can't stand any more!" she hollered, forgetting completely that Jessie was about to rescue her, only thinking of the hatred that she felt for the old woman.
"But I have to get them out, dearie," Jessie told her reassuringly, understanding the girls outbreak of hatred for her.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Patsy shrieked as finally
Jessie pulled them out, leaving her nipples aching and burning from the torture they had received.
Then she felt the bonds loosened around her body, yet even as she found herself free, she lay, rigid, just as her sister, still in shock from the crucial pain.
"Now you girls put your clothes on and I'll take you upstairs and bandage you and put you to bed!" Jessie said very maternally.
She helped both of the girls slowly to their feet, ashen and whimpering. Patsy touched her torn nipple gingerly, feeling pain as she did so, and burst into tears upon seeing them.
Then Lily started looking at herself also moaning and crying.
"That beast, that animal, that..." she cried out desperately. "What are we going to do now, oh, I can't stand it any longer!"
"You can't stand it any longer? What about me, it's all your fault!" Patsy cried, inflamed by her former hate for her sister who had betrayed her.
"I want to get out of here!" Patsy whimpered. "I don't care if I have no place to go ... I don't care, anyplace, but this horrible place, tomorrow he may kill us, who knows!"
Suddenly an idea that Jessie was surprised she hadn't thought of before came into her head. Why not get rid of the girls? After all, they had served their purpose, they had brought out the hidden animal, indeed, worse than animal, in Gordon.
Now, with them gone, he certainly wasn't going to go out looking for beautiful young women. She would have him all to herself! What else was he to do? He had to fuck her now!
"All right," Jessie said to the girls. "It's a shame for two young girls like you to be taken advantage of by an evil man like your uncle. I'll put you to bed now and take care of your bruises and by tomorrow morning I'll see to it that the gate is open, and I'll give you some money so you can get by until you find a place to stay!"
The two girls stared at each other not believing their ears.
"But if he catches us, the punishment will be worse than ever!" Lily cried.
"Don't worry!" Jessie said assuringly. "I'll put a sleeping pill in his milk tonight; that will keep him asleep till noon."
Slowly the girls followed Jessie upstairs. She put them to bed, taking care of their torn bodies and promising them that by tomorrow morning they would be free. Finally exhausted from their ordeal they fell asleep.
Jessie then went into the kitchen to fix her master his usual drink, adding a little sleeping pill, laughing to herself mischievously.
* * *
It was late in the morning when Jessie watched the girls disappear down the road, aching and miserable, and yet very thankful to get away from their crazy and mean uncle.
Jessie smiled to herself and hurried back to the house. He was hers now!
She couldn't even wait till he finally would wake up, so excited was she by the prospect of being fucked by a vile nature like Gordon.
She went straight to his bedroom and tapped on the door. When he didn't answer she tapped louder.
A grunt answered her now.
Gordon had fallen asleep on the bed with his clothes on. The sleeping pill surely had put him to sleep fast. He opened his frog-like eyes and stared at Jessie for a moment, then shuddered and closed them again.
What do you want?" he said very annoyed.
"The ... the girls are gone!"
"WHAT?"
He sat up quickly, still drowsy, and stared at Jessie.
"How did they get away?"
"I let them go!" she said calmly.
"You. shouldn't have done that to the poor young things. If you want to be rough, be rough with somebody like me, who can take it, and who would like it!"
Gordon couldn't believe his ears ... surely this old cow didn't want him to make love to her. She was enormous and her small eyes gleamed with lust he never knew she had inside of her gross body.
"Ugh," he muttered. "Since when are you making decisions for me?"
He glared at her, all of a sudden realizing what she had done.
"You old bastard! You think you can take it. I'll show you. You spoiled my fun with the girls.
All right, it's your turn now, let's see if you can take it," he said menacingly.
Gordon jumped up from his bed, mad as hell now, and slapped her very hard across her face, making her fall to the floor. He kicked her with the heel of his shoe now, as she tried to get up.
"You miserable creature, I'll show you. I'll show you!"
He ran quickly to a corner of his bedroom and took a long vicious looking whip out of his closet. Running back over to her he swung the whip and it came crashing down her back. Jessie screamed murderously.
"That's for letting the girls run away, you old bastard! And now, get up and down into the basement with you. I'll show you some of my inventions!"
Jessie got up, afraid to say anything, looking at him piteously. As she waited a minute, hoping for him to change his mind, he whipped her again, her bulging eyes watching the whip.
As she slowly walked out of the door he pushed her roughly and she hastened to reach the cellar door. Once they were down there, he said, "Take your clothes off!"
Ah, she thought to herself, he is changing his mind, thank God; but she was far from right.
"I hope you took a good look at my workroom before, when you rescued the poor little girls!" he said hoarsely.
But Jessie was a powerful woman nevertheless; as she noticed that he tried to rope her against the wall, she sank her fist in his face.
But Gordon laughed. "You old witch, I'll make you pay for this!"
He pushed her against the wall, took her arms and pulled the rope through two rings attached to the wall. No matter how she squirmed and scratched his face, he managed to rope her against that wall, her arms in each of the rings.
The light of a small lamp, the only light in the basement, sent a cold glow over her now taut body. Her big muscles were now throbbing and twitching, she seemed scared by now. The whip swung in his hand, then snapped forward, biting into her plump flesh as she started to scream and beg for forgiveness.
Soon her flesh was marked by cruel welts, the whip cutting her all over, since she was able to move her whole body, only being tied at her arms. Her hanging tits bounced back and forth and Gordon started to laugh at this sight.
Then Gordon had another fiendish idea. Supposing he would burn her a little-that would make her scream. He lit a cigar and let it burn for awhile, puffing on it vigorously. When he stopped for a few moments Jessie thought that her ordeal was already over. Then he crushed, without warning, the cigar in her belly button, bringing forth a curse and earsplitting cry.
"You old bastard, I'll make you pay for this, I swear."
But Gordon paid no attention as he continued to burn her belly button with his cigar. At one time she had a chance to kick him in the groin and he burned her thick cluster of cunt hair. Countless screams of agony clashed against the cold stone walls, but Gordon continued to torture Jessie. The thought that she had really freed the girls drove him on to more and more slashings with his whip.
Her body swayed back and forth trying to avoid the whip. Her agony became unbearable. Was she ever to be free again from this maniac? Would he kill her? Her throat became dry and she wasn't able to scream anymore. Her taut sensitive flesh had been burned all over now, her torment seemed never ending.
If she would only faint, like Lily had yesterday, but she was a strong woman, she didn't faint that easily. If only she hadn't freed the girls. She reproached herself, but what good did it do her now.
Her body was covered now with angry red welts and here and there blood was oozing out of the wounds. She made an ugly picture as she hung there naked. Looking at her, Gordon suddenly stopped. He went over and undid the ropes that tied her arms in the rings. She fell to the floor moaning, not able to get up.
"I hope you were able to take it!" he said mockingly, and left the cellar.
Jessie lay in his work shop for a very long time, before she was able to go upstairs and go to bed. She stayed there for a few days and then waited on him, as in the old days. She watched him brood and miss the girls.
He paced the floor like a caged tiger, she knew that since he had released his enormous desire he was not insatiable, and she was waiting to see what his next step would be, still hoping that it would be toward her, but in a different way, but still uncertain.
As for Gordon, he could not forget the tender plump morsels for weeks. Then he began to feel strong urges burning inside of his body; just to lay a whip against pale flesh, young flesh, not that of an old ugly woman, to feel a groan and to express himself with violence! It was driving him mad.
Then, one day, in the late evening when he was feeling restless and angry, Jessie brought him his milk. He looked at her, remembering that night when she had come into his room, propositioning him. It had seemed very ridiculous at the time.
But now, as her fleshy body moved back and forth in the room, he watched the sway of her thick hips, the juggling of her gigantic bosom and thought, perhaps it would be interesting. It would be better than nothing.
"Jessie," he said quietly.
She turned to look at the leering lewd-voiced little man who stared at her and immediately knew what was happening in his mind. This time, he was not going to beat her, she knew.
"Yes ... Gordon," she said, shyly using his first name for the first time.
"Take your clothes off Jessie, and be quick about it!"
