Colonel James Barrington had just gone into a private house of modest appearance at 130 Edgerton Terrace in the elegant quarter of Brompton.
It was just after six when he gave several raps with the knocker on the small, green front door. A few seconds later an agreeable maid-servant, wearing a white apron and a small bonnet of white cotton, opened the door and ushered the visitor into the vestibule.
"Good-day, Mildred..."
"Good afternoon, Colonel..."
"...Hum... Hum... yes, I'm hoping, Mildred received a short note from your mistress... hum, very savory... hum... hum."
"Ah, I know nothing of it Sir..."
"Will you please announce me, Mildred? This is where I wait, isn't it? As usual... hum... hum..."
The pretty servant opened the living room door and the colonel sat down, as usual, in a deep and comfortable brown leather armchair.
He was a big fellow with a highly colored complexion. His hair was graying at the temples, and he had a small, up-curling reddish-blond mustache. During his years as a career soldier, he had traversed the Transvaal in Rhodesia, India, Egypt, Burma, Somaliland, the Cape, Colombo Shangai, Cairo, Rangoon and many other cities on all the latitudes of the globe. None of them held any more secrets for him. Three wounds and five decorations were the stigmata and proofs of his bravery.
He had just been promoted to the general staff in London, where he held an easy job as assistant personnel officer. He would soon enjoy a well-deserved retirement.
He was 52 years old, although he looked no more than 45, and he was to be freed from his military duties in three years time. He was a "bon vivant" with a childish laugh, loud, and gifted with a marvelous constitution, having always taken life from its better side, and being very fond, as a proper subject of Her Majesty the Queen of England's Army, of whisky, champagne, and... women.
He had remained a bachelor all his life after an unfortunate love affair in his youth. His fianc�e, whom he had adored, had left him high and dry, having run off with one of his friends of the same regiment who had inherited a grander fortune.
Colonel Barrington seemed to be dreaming and his thoughts roaming far a field as he sat with his eyes half closed. He had taken a magnificent Henry Clay from his cigar case and now lit it carefully, his head resting against the back of the armchair, and began blowing large billows of blue smoke toward the ceiling.
Suddenly he sat up, searched in the pocket of his vest, and drew out a letter which he then unfolded and read, and read again.
His expression changed, his features froze and hardened. He was so absorbed by his thoughts that he did not notice when the mistress of the house entered the room. She came up to where he was sitting and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. He jumped up, startled at the unexpected contact.
"Hum... hum... ah, it's you... How are you Mrs. Coates...? Hum... you surprised me... I was just rereading your letter..."
"Good evening, Colonel. I really think that this time I have uncovered the veritable rare pearl for you."
"Oh, you think so, do you? That would surprise me... I don't trust you, you old witch... hum..."
"Be more polite, James, and have some respect for my white hair."
"To be sure, but you've already told me the same story so many times that it is only natural that I should have lost faith in you."
He exaggerated on purpose for he enjoyed teasing her. For in truth he could not complain of the services this worldly procuress had lavished upon him.
Mrs. Coates had once been a very much noticed figure in high society. Unfortunately for her, her husband had committed suicide after having been ruined by the exhaustion of the Rhodesian diamond mines in 1892, leaving her but the small house of Edgerton Terrace and a pitifully small income, manifestly inadequate for a person accustomed to the luxuries of a London existence. At that time, Mrs. Coates, then 36 years old, was in her full splendor. And so she had no difficulty in finding several suitable cavaliers to serve her and to help her maintain the standards of living that she had been accustomed to. However, with time and advancing age, she slowly slipped down to a lower form of prostitution in order to be able to meet her needs. It was in this way that she met Mrs. Flaybum, who ran one of the houses that prospered more and more each year.
The two women became fast friends. So much so, that when Mrs. Flaybum retired after having made sufficient money to retire comfortably to her house in Kent, she left Mrs. Coates the richest part of her former clientele, whom the latter received from that day on in her apartments of Edgerton Terrace. Soon after, Mrs. Coates stopped selling her own charms due to age and its wrinkles, and settled comfortably behind the flesh of young women or girls in need of money and sometimes even love.
One had to be exceedingly careful, for the police did not at all tolerate this kind of commerce. Mrs. Coates' role consisted principally of acting as an intermediary and not receiving anyone in her home. In order to mask her real activity, she had set up in her house an employment office for servants, secretaries, and stenographers, which functioned more or less normally and served as an excellent cover. She made an exception to this absolute rule only when certain that she was dealing with a person of complete discretion.
"My little ad in the London Chronicle has born fruit, innocent as it was."
"And so it has," answered the Colonel as he read: "Widower, man of letters, requires secretary, young beginner, serious, honest, good handwriting, easy filing, no special knowledge needed. Write: Employment Office, 130 Edgerton Terrace, London W. 3."
"And what happened?" he asked.
"Three days later I received the visit of a charming young girl called Mary O'Connor and 17 years of age, who had left Ireland where she was vegetating in her uncle's parsonage, her parents having died several years previously. At first, she told me she had thought of finding work as a chambermaid, but once having seen my ad, the idea of becoming a writer's secretary enchanted her. She seems to have had a very good education. And as she was all alone here and without money, I offered to put her up until the time you would come in answer to my notifying you. She nearly threw her arms around my neck in appreciation of my goodness."
"Hum... hum..."
"Well, Colonel, here you are a widower, a man of letters in search of a secretary."
"We have spoiled the dear terribly since she has been with us. She is absolutely delirious with joy and confidence and I might add that she has a very beautiful body."
"How do you know that? Hum... hum..."
"For one thing it's evident just looking at her, and then yesterday evening I had Mildred give her a bath and, by looking through the peek-hole, I was able to admire her in all of her pure nakedness. I can assure that this one is completely innocent. Mildred had a great deal of trouble to get her to undress in front of her. She wanted to keep her slip on and only agreed to get into the bath when she saw that the water was cloudy and opaque due to the bath salts that had been added. Mildred made fun of her in a gentle way and this gave her some confidence and she finally consented to have Mildred soap her up and caress her, but not without a goodly number of little alarmed cries of shyness. Mildred in the end succeeded in an artful way to certify that Mary was a bona fide virgin. Of course, she was unable to be too persistent, and she was just able to slip her soapy fingers into the perfect little sea shell."
"Hum... hum... you're exciting me... damned woman... we're going to have a look at this tender morsel... take me to her... my future secretary."
"In any case not here, it's too dangerous, James. Go up to the second floor, to the special room. There you'll be undisturbed. One can't hear a thing and you can do what you will in peace. However, dear James, I should like to have a little deposit for my trouble."
"How much money do you want?"
"I think... I think that... a situation of this kind, a rarity like this..."
"Hum... stop bargaining... How much?"
"Would it be too much to ask... 100 pounds?"
"You're crazy... a fortune... 100 pounds... you don't realize... If that's your last offer, I will put my hat on and you can do what the hell you damn well please with your Irish morsel."
"You wouldn't say that, Colonel, if you had seen her. This girl is priceless. I'm even ashamed to put her in your hands... she deserves a better fate."
"Now you are insulting me. What better fate could you reserve for this girl? Perhaps you're thinking of keeping her on for a few years, educating her, giving her music lessons, only to throw her into the arms and bed of our drunken Prince of Wales? My cock is as good as his I can assure you; as good as anybody's for that matter... not a 100 pounds..."
"That's right, 100 pounds or nothing," she answered dryly.
"Damn pimp, the least you can do is to show us this rare bird of yours."
"If you like, come this way..."
So saying she led the Colonel toward the living-room wall and removed a painting, thereby uncovering a grated peek-hole.
"Wait, let's be careful. I'll close the curtains first."
Once the room was thrown into darkness, she came back to the peek-hole and drew back the grating so the Colonel was able to see, seated in front of a table, the charming Irish girl, reading a magazine. He was literally overwhelmed. Such were the qualities of grace, innocence, charm, and beauty assembled in the ravishing features of this marvelous child that he didn't hesitate for one second.
"Hum... here's 50 sovereigns and if I'm satisfied afterwards you'll get another 50... By God... this little gal is giving me a hell of a hard-on, I'm going to let fly my fly buttons..."
"Shut up Colonel... You're a beastly creature to speak in such a way... Well, go on up if your appendage is troubling you that much. Sit down in the armchair next to the table and I'll send you your future secretary. Make her pass a stiff examination and if you need help, remember one ring for Mildred and two for me. You'll find all you need to calm the resistance of a recalcitrant young girl in the closet..."
The Colonel teetered with impatience. The hurried and obstructed view he had had of Mary by means of the peek-hole had filled him with uneasy desire. But he knew how to control himself. He had wallowed through too many countries and had too much experience not to play with her first as the cat does with the mouse before eating her.
He entered the special room and examined his surroundings carefully.
It was a room simply, or rather, severely furnished in which one noticed a large chimney, a couch loaded down with cushions, a large footstool covered with velvet, a large desk in oak next to which was one of those terribly comfortable leather armchairs, a high-backed work chair and in the corner a sturdy bench some six feet long. Next to the bench was a praying stool, which had a large seat covered with dark red velvet cloth. Hanging on the wall over the praying stool was a large crucifix that was made of ivory and had a striking reality in its form. On the table were a blotter, a large ink-well, a ruler and several thick files piled high on one of its corners.
On entering the room, the Colonel had immediately noticed the thickness of the walls and that of the double doors that closed it; all of which gave him a feeling of utter security. He went to the only window, opened it and discovered that it was faked. It opened on a paneled enclosure brightly lit by artificial means to give an illusion of daylight. The thick curtains did not permit one, so to say, to distinguish very clearly the contents of the room.
The room was ventilated by openings hidden in the upper wall-moldings and the mantelpiece. The overall impression the room gave was one of earnestness and, one might have said, austerity.
His heart beat fast but, composing himself, he took on a grave and serious air as he sat down to wait, still smoking his cigar. A few minutes went by and then there came a light knock on the door.
"Come in," he said in a low voice that barely disguised his feelings.
Mildred was the first to come in, but she stepped aside and introduced the young Irish girl, who sheepishly came forward to the middle of the room.
"This is Miss Mary O'Connor, Sir. This is the young lady who answered our ad in the paper."
So saying, she went out of the room. Barrington still hadn't said a word, nor made a movement. He was literally dumfounded by the young girl's great beauty, and his eyes never left her face as they devoured her delicate features. Mary curtseyed while looking at him shyly, and blushed red as a pepper. What a bewitching vision! Miss O'Connor was of a rare beauty: her complexion was without blemish; her golden hair highlighted the perfected oval of her face and the grace of her neck. She was a tall girl and perfectly proportioned, radiating health. Her waist was high and well-outlined, her hips well-rounded, and her breasts amply filled her blouse of cotton. Her dress was of a great simplicity and descended down to cover her ankles.
All this time he was silently prancing with joy at the thought of having found a girl of such beauty and perfect innocence who would soon find herself clutched in his lascivious claws. Outwardly, however, he showed nothing but his mask of calm authority. Mary, unable to support his persistent stare, lowered her eyes and folded her hands before her. Being very timid, she did not dare speak and waited for Mr. Barrington address her.
The continued silence began to weigh on her, making her feel uneasy. It was some three minutes after entering the room that she heard for the first time the voice of her future employer.
"Come closer," he said in a dry and authoritative tone.
She took three little steps forward.
"Closer... next to me... hum... hum..."
Blushing even more, if that were possible, she took two more steps forward.
"What is your name?"
"Mary O'Connor, Sir."
"And how old are you?"
"I'll be seventeen next month, Sir."
"That's fine; and do you write well, and can you do arithmetic?"
"Why certainly, Sir."
"Let's try you. Sit down at the desk and write the following..."
And here Barrington dictated some figures in order to put her to the test.
Rapidly and without one mistake, Mary accomplished the operations that he had asked her to perform.
"Now let's have a look at your handwriting. The numbers are well formed and the results exact. And now I shall dictate something to you."
He took one of the files lying near on the table, opened it, and began reading slowly: "Miss Adeline, the beautiful daughter of the planter, had fallen asleep on the grass in the shade of a bush. However, her slumber being disturbed, she tossed about and in so doing uncovered her knees."
In the meantime Barrington had gotten up, and now leaning on the back of Mary's chair, his head bent over her sweet smelling hair, followed the graceful movements of her hand and lightly tapered fingers.
Mary hesitated before writing the last sentence. On noticing this, the hot-blooded Colonel took up the ruler from the table and began tapping lightly its surface, as if to punctuate the text of his diction. He continued:
"Joe, the gardener, came strolling past. His glance was immediately attracted to the white form stretched on the ground, and he recognized his master's niece. He approached her on tip-toe and without a noise kneeled down before her. Adeline continued in her disturbed slumber, moving her knees apart and together again. Her legs were bare underneath her skirt and because of the intense heat, she was dressed as lightly as possible and Joe was able to direct his gaze..."
Mary, white as a sheet, let fall her pen and, looking the Colonel in the eye, made as if to get up. He placed a hand on her shoulder and physically forced her to remain seated. This first contact with the young girl's body, even if attenuated by her blouse, made him shudder. He then asked: "Where do you think Joe's gaze landed, Miss O'Connor?"
"I... I... I don't know..."
"Hum... so you don't know? Then I'll continue reading. Please continue writing."
"...Joe's glance fell between the thighs of the young maiden who at that moment was unveiling her most intimate charms... hum... hum..."
Mary, on hearing these words, had not only stopped writing but had suddenly gotten up from the chair, despite the hand that had remained on her shoulder. He had tightened his grip, digging his fingers into the tender flesh. Mary screamed and succeeded by sheer fright to escape his hold. She staggered back several steps and began crying hysterically: "...Sir, I... I... am sorry... but... I don't think... no I don't think that... I can... become your secretary..."
He said nothing, waiting for her to calm down. All the while he continued to stare at her fixedly.
"Please... I hope... but I did not understand... I didn't think... I never realized... I wouldn't have imagined... that a gentleman... would have... could have... would want to... to force me... oh my God... Excuse me if I have disturbed you, but I don't think that I can do... what you desire..."
He replied savagely: "On the contrary, you fill the bill perfectly, you silly idiot. By whom could you have been brought up, anyway...?"
Thinking that it would be best to reply politely, she said, "By the pastor... my uncle Ted O'Connor..."
"Ah, I understand. And your parents?"
"They were killed in a boat accident when I was six... It was on a Sunday..."
"And so the good Pastor took you in and kept you during all those years...?"
"Oh, no Sir; he sent me to a boarding school run by two women."
"Ah... ah... hum... hum..."
"I stayed at the school during eight years and it was there that I completed my education."
"Very good, very good, and what did you learn during all that time?"
"Oh, a little bit of everything: history, geography, literature, music, sewing, and a little arithmetic, as well as a bit of cooking."
"And you learned nothing else at this boarding school?"
"Yes, perhaps I have forgotten something, oh; yes, business."
"Hum... hum... no, what I mean is the sort of things one doesn't learn from the teacher, but from one's school-mates...?"
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Hum... And your teachers, were they very strict?"
"Oh, yes, very strict."
"And... and... hum... did they beat you often...?"
"Beat us? But why? What do you mean?"
"Yes, hum. When you didn't pay attention to your lessons didn't they sometimes... hum... give you a... spanking?"
"Oh, no Sir, never."
"How were you punished then?"
"By written punishments or by being deprived of our dessert and for more serious infractions we lost our Sunday permission to leave the school."
"Is that all? Hum, that's not very much."
He became thoughtful and considered what plan of action to follow. Her candor disarmed him. He thought of the fact that he might have had a girl just Mary's age, and the thought troubled him a bit. But this hesitation lasted but a second. He sat down and asked the girl to come to his side:
"Be assured Miss Mary, that you are the person I need. You have a good education and in no time I shall have taught you the job of secretary. I should suggest that we sign a little contract for a three-month trial period if you are agreeable. It reads: "I the undersigned, etc., agree to employ on trial for a period of three months in the capacity of private secretary, Miss...
"Miss... shall have all her expenses relating to lodging, food, heating, electricity, and laundry paid by me. In addition I agree to pay the sum of 20 guineas weekly, payable on the termination of this contract.
"For her part, Miss... agrees to serve with devotion and loyalty during the period of training and give me the authority to improve and increase her education, which is greatly wanting, by whatever means I should deem necessary and in her interest in order to render her more aware of the facts of life and of her womanhood. If for whatever reason Miss... should break this contract she will forfeit her salary, totaling 260 guineas. Further she agrees not to take any court action in connection with any complaint whatsoever.
"Composed in London, 130 Edgerton Terrace, in two copies, on this 23rd day of June, 19...
"There you are my child. Reread it carefully before signing; remember it commits you only for three months. If after three months you decide to leave, we shall remain good friends and if you should like to stay on we will study the terms for another agreement."
The young girl placed her face in her hands, overcome with joy... 20 guineas a week, room and board... never could she have dreamt of such a godsend.
"Oh Sir, how can I ever thank you? I'll sign with both my hands. You are too good. How can I ever prove to you how grateful I am?"
Chapter 2
James Barrington wore a terrifying smile, or rather a sneer. Had Mary looked at him at that moment, she would have realized the terrible danger that threatened her.
He had sat down again in the same armchair and continued smoking a cigar with an absentminded air. He gestured for her to approach, indicating with a finger a spot on the carpet directly in front of his feet.
"You want to prove that you are grateful to me Mary? Well, that's the easiest thing in the world. All you have to do is simply to obey all my demands."
"Oh, yes Sir, willingly. I promise to be the most devoted, obedient, and attentive of secretaries."
"Hum, very good, very good; kneel down here, in front of me."
"Kneel down? But why?"
"Don't argue, Mary, you've promised to be obedient. I have to begin by completing your education, which is very wanting in spots."
A little confused but filled with the desire to please in all ways her generous protector, Mary fulfilled his request. Like any meticulous young girl, she discreetly raised her skirt as she lowered her knees to the carpet in order not to wrinkle it.
He stared at her for a long time, admiring her pretty face, her candid and confident eyes, and her sensual mouth. She finally lowered her eyes and his stare fixed itself on her shoulders and then her chest, both completely hidden by her loose-fitting blouse. Then taking a long drag on his cigar, he blew the smoke violently in her face. She drew back abashed, coughing and looking at him reproachfully, as her eyes filled with tears. He laughed.
"You're not accustomed to smoke, Mary. I must insist that you become so."
He remained silent for a moment and then suddenly said, "Mary, undo your blouse and let me see your breasts. I insist that my secretary have a good chest."
Had lightning struck at her feet, she could not have been more surprised. Her heart caught in her throat. She could not move and thought she had misunderstood.
"I repeat, Mary, and I don't like to repeat myself, show me your breasts. I want to see..."
Stupefied, she cried: "Sir... oh... Sir, you're not aware of what you are saying. What do you mean? There's no rhyme or reason... I don't understand..."
"Don't search for the reason why, you have just signed a contract in which you agree to serve with loyalty and devotion - isn't that right? You have given me the authority to complete your education by whatever means I should deem necessary... hum... is that right or isn't it? And that's what I am doing. As of now I am undertaking your sex education, a subject that in your case has been completely ignored till now. A good secretary must be perfectly documented in this matter. Show me your breasts of your own free will. Undo your blouse with your own hands. Obey quickly or else I have the means to make you... hum... hum..."
Mary was dismayed. She was completely baffled and gripped by a terrible anxiety. She looked around her and saw the foot-rest, the leather covered bench, the large praying stool and crucifix hung on the wall and then she noticed the large couch covered with cushions.
The Colonel took her by the arm and gripped it tightly.
"You are hurting me," she said, trembling.
"Do what I ask of you with good will, Mary, or else you'll be sorry."
"Sir, let me go. Oh, leave me alone. I'd rather go and give it all up. I'll never do what you ask. It's awful! Let me go... ouch... you're hurting me I tell you."
"Once more, are you going to uncover your breasts, yes or no?"
"Never. You can't be conscious of what you ask. It's shameful."
"That's not all you'll be asked, you little idiot. You're going to be asked to show your calves, your thighs, your back, and your ass, too. I'll even see your stomach and ah... ah... finally your whole body - nude, all nude, from head to foot... hum... hum... a good secretary, you know... I'm going to make a perfect secretary of you... a secretary for the day, yes, but especially one for the night... ah... ah..."
His own words rendered him giddy and whipped up his passion. He held his prey firmly by her arms and kept her from getting up or making any movement. She twisted and turned in his grasp, trying with all her might to get loose. He stood up, spreading his legs apart, and bent her savagely forward underneath him. Then, closing his knees, he griped her torso between them. He brought her wrists back across the small of her back and, taking a rubber thong from his pocket, tied them together. Then, bending over, he took her skirt and folded it back, onto her back, and then did the same with her slip, leaving her dressed simply in her panties.
He got excited.
"Ah, so you don't want to obey, well I'm going to train you, my little pigeon. Those ladies at school never whipped you when you were bad? Well, I am going to give you a good spanking, something that has been missing in your education and let us hope will render your character more supple... hum... The first time we'll do it with your panties on, but if that isn't enough we'll continue on your bare skin, you hear, right on your bare ass. That will make it blush a little. That'll warm it up a bit."
Mary begged, protested, and began to make promises of obedience. She was terrified at the idea that a man, and worse yet a stranger, would perhaps force her to show this most intimate part of her anatomy. It was terrible for her, all the more so since she didn't understand what it was about.
She was being punished for having refused to obey a most shameful demand to uncover her breasts before a man, a stranger, whom she had barely known for an hour. Her mind was in turmoil; the world was turned upside down. All her principles of honesty and all her education as a nice girl brought up in a religious environment were being trampled and overthrown.
"Aye... oh... aye," she cried as she felt the first blows.
Barrington leaned forward over the moon embedded in the tiny panties, stretched to bursting by the position he had forced Mary to take, and began laying into her. She twisted about, rolled her ass in all directions and cried, implored, and tried in vain to undo the thong that held her. Methodically and unhurriedly, he struck with his large hand first to the right and then to the left. Thus he covered all of the accessible terrain with some 20 blows.
Mary involuntarily shook and quivered her rear-end in a most lascivious manner and cried: "It's vile to treat me in this way... Sir, let me go... you have no right... I have done nothing wrong... oh... aye... you're making me suffer..."
"Have you decided to show me your tits?"
"Oh... aye... never, as long as I live."
"Then I go on, but this time on the bare skin."
"No... not that... ooh... ooh... y-you... gangster, you."
This heartfelt cry escaped her despite all the respect she felt she owed a man who was old enough to be her father. She felt the searching hands of her tormentor unfasten her panties and then pull them down over her thighs. Despite her efforts to keep them from sliding down her tightly pressed legs, the drawers soon were down to her knees, leaving uncovered the entirety of her beautiful globe of white flesh.
Barrington's eyes glittered at this sight. The two hemispheres were magnificent and in full bloom, covered by milk-white skin that was beginning to become rosy due to the spanking it had just received. He reveled in contemplation of the double crescent of her cheeks greeting each other across that dark crevice.
Mary was desperately trying to free herself from the bindings that were chafing her, but all efforts were in vain. The Colonel held her firmly and the contortions of the young girl's attempts to free herself were imparted to her ass, which only heightened the delight of the lascivious voyeur.
Vigorously and without sparing her, excited by the beautiful flesh that rebounded under his fingers, he resumed his studied torture.
"Oh, Sir, please have pity on me; I'm so ashamed... stop... stop, I beg you... let me cover myself... oh my God... oh... aye. Oh not there... not so low... not... there... higher... you're torturing me... you'll wound me... oh."
In effect, Barrington had ceased to strike her on the peripheries and had begun to attack the lower meridian, as close to the top of her thighs as possible. His upright position, however, prevented him from reaching the more sensitive part underneath.
"Have you had enough, my little recalcitrant lady? Are you going to give in? Have you decided to show me your pretty tits of your own free will?"
"Never... I'd rather die..."
"And do you think, my little imbecile, that a spanking never killed anyone..."
"Oh, God have mercy!"
"Yes or no?"
"No... no... no..."
"Well, you've asked for it..."
Reaching toward the table, he took up the ruler, a solid square ruler 12 inches long, and without a moment's hesitation he let it fly against her right cheek. The cry of a wounded animal sounded in the room and the poor girl's body gave a sudden jerk. One of her legs stretched out with the pain and her panties split, but she immediately drew her leg back, as if by instinct, fearing that she was uncovering too much of her person. He managed to keep her pinned between his legs nevertheless. Then another blow struck her other cheek. More cries, more contortions, more tears, more supplications ensued, and he stopped for an instant.
"Mary, if you don't accept, the third blow will fall between the last two, in the middle. And that really is going to hurt you and you will have gained nothing. I'm going to hit you right here."
So saying, he reached down his hand and ran his fingers up and down the length of her crack, muttering: "Here... here... here..."
At that Mary's resistance was finally overcome. Fearing the worst, she decided to accept the bargain.
"Now, I will ask you once again," said the Colonel, "will you show me - by yourself - your chest?"
"Y-yes," she said in one breath.
No sooner said, Barrington let go his hold of her, put the ruler back down on the table, and sat down again in the armchair. He was breathing heavily...
Before him the poor girl remained on her knees, trembling and sobbing, her head lowered and covered by her hair, which had become undone.
He quickly untied her hands. She rubbed her aching wrists as she continued sitting on her heels, lost in her misfortune.
Barrington gave her a moment in which to pull herself together. He was in no hurry. He had the whole evening and all of the night.
A few seconds later, full of disarming candor, Mary made a last attempt: "Are you really going to persist in your demand, Sir?"
"Why, most certainly."
"But why? Why ask me such a thing? Why have you maltreated me in this way?" she cried, sobbing.
"I wouldn't have, Mary, if you had obeyed me. You are a private secretary... it is entirely your fault... as to my desire to see your breasts, it is perfectly legitimate. I have just hired you for three months. During all that time we shall be living very close, one to the other, and I want to assure myself that you have a nice body and that it is pleasing to me."
"But what does my body have to do with the work you wish me to do?"
"Mary O'Connor, it is precisely your body that is of great importance to me. Far more so then you can imagine and I must tell you that as of tonight, I plan to inspect it in detail, my dear child, piece by piece."
"Oh my God... have pity kind Sir... let me go. Mrs. Coates will surely find you another girl as qualified as me - even prettier. I cannot accept the thought of... I'm going..."
And getting up on her feet she made a dash for the door before Barrington could move from his chair. A laugh rang out in the room. Barrington hadn't budged.
Leaning against the closed door which she had not been able to open, haggard, eyes popping out of her head, Mary muttered: "Crook... I'll report you to the police..."
With a cruel snigger, Barrington slowly approached his prey, and then pounced. Just before he could grab her, she dodged to the side like a cat, but his outstretched hand managed to retain a small piece of her blouse. She reached the window and opened it violently, saying, "You've asked for it." Then, closing her eyes and letting out a terrible scream, she threw herself out into space. Luckily, she didn't fall very far, landing upon the thickly matted floor of the fake window, completely unhurt. With the instinct of a trapped animal, she leapt to her feet, but then, looking about her, understood the trick. She also understood that she was a prisoner at the mercy of these people.
Barrington stepped over the sill to join her, and Mary, leaning against the wall with her face in her hands, began crying.
"Come Mary, let's be reasonable. As you can see, all has been undertaken with great foresight to subjugate recalcitrant young girls. You cannot escape your fate. Now be good."
Her resistance completely broken, she let herself be led back. In the middle of the room, Barrington took his seat once more and made her take up the same position as before. He said not a word.
With the back of her hand, Mary drew her golden hair back over her shoulders and said, looking him straight in the eye: "It's you who is forcing me to sin. God will forgive me, but you will be punished by Him."
He smiled without a word, altogether indifferent to the distant threat.
Slowly, her stare fixed and her fingers trembling, she began undoing her blouse. Once done, she drew back the borders, thereby uncovering her white neck, and then lowered the blouse to her elbows. But her breasts remained covered by her slip and a jersey held tight by her corset.
"Take off your blouse altogether, Mary."
She obeyed once more and uncovered to his eyes her beautiful shoulders and plump arms. Only the narrow shoulder-straps of her slip and jersey remained to hide a little of her exquisite flesh.
"Continue."
She became white as a sheet. With a trembling hand, she slid the tissue over her elbows and then with a rigid movement she folded back the jersey and the nylon over her corset.
Barrington's eyes sparkled at the sight of the two magnificent tits: They couldn't have been whiter had they been bathed in talc, and the two rosy nipples and the areola were bigger and juicier than he could possibly have imagined. Was the little one in an unconscious state of heat? The mere thought made his 'Mr. John Thomas' jump in his cage.
Mary didn't move. Her head was lowered; her face red with shame.
Barrington stretched out his hands and the sacrilegious contact, so delicious for him and filled with horror for her, took place. He first touched her two round shoulders. She shuddered and drew back instinctively with a sob, but his fingers sank into her smooth flesh, holding her and drawing her toward him. He kneaded the fleshy shoulders, caressed her arms, then with all of his ten fingers, enveloped the heaving mounds.
Mary whimpered in despair: "This is horrible."
Her shame was complete. She no longer made any motion. She hoped that the more she was obedient, the sooner this new torture would end. But, too, she could no longer hide from herself a strange feeling being awakened at finding herself naked for the first time before a man; to feel the flesh of her breasts caressed, squeezed - all this caused in her a strange confusion of feelings. She would have liked to run away, yet a dumb brute force besides that of Barrington kept her glued in place. Indeed it wasn't altogether unpleasant to have one's tits caressed, and oh, now he was gently pinching, twisting, and fondling her nipples with his fingers. And now her ass-cheeks and her breasts were burning with a deep twinging and till then unknown heat. What could be the meaning of all this?
It was so plain to Barrington that Mary was getting all hot and bothered that he said in a vulgar manner, "So you enjoy having your tits squeezed, my lovely?"
She blushed red as a beet and kept her silence.
"Oh," continued Barrington, between his teeth, as if talking to himself, "I'll have to see for myself if all this is having an effect on her."
He got up, but he had such a hard-on that he had to put his hand in his pocket to shift his dick up against his stomach. Then he said to her ironically: "Come here, Mary, and kneel down before this crucifix and ask God for forgiveness for the sins you are going to commit."
Without giving her time to arrange her cloths, and with arms bare, her tits flapping in the breeze, her blouse hanging down about her waist, he dragged her to the praying stool and forced her to kneel on it.
Innocently, she placed her hands on the back of the stool, full of shame at being nude before the Christ who appeared to have a look of reproach mixed with that of pain on the features that bore down on her. It must be said that this particular martyred man-God had something peculiar about him. His expression was rather one of intense ecstasy than one of suffering; in addition to which he was fixed to a St. Andrew's cross as in the shape of a large X, his legs and arms spread wide.
Barrington bustled about. Taking out again the rubber thongs, he tied Mary's wrists to the top of the stool's back, one on either extremity, and then, sliding back two bolts, swung the stool backrest frontward till it lay horizontal to the floor. The poor girl was now leaning on her elbows with her knees propped higher up on the seat of the stool. Her head therefore was now lower than her buttocks. Her tits still hung bare but her skirt had fallen down again, covering her calves.
"Mary, you must pray and give penitence. I am putting this crucifix before your eyes so that you may beseech it for forgiveness."
So saying, he did just that. Mary was completely bewildered; she couldn't understand what her tormentor was driving at now and feared some new punishment. The anxiety she felt and the morbid state that had overtaken her during the last moments were suddenly doubled when she felt her skirt and slip being raised over her back. Her rump and thighs were again exposed in all their nudity and she shuddered with fear and shame.
Fearing that she might try to interfere with his projected inspection, he fastened her knees with two belts he had fetched from the closet. "Put your knees onto the stool."
The unfortunate girl was perfectly aware of the base posture she had been forced to take. She made one more supreme attempt to resist, beseeching, supplicating and imploring James to understand that it was impossible to steep her in a greater shame than she already was experiencing.
"Further discussion is useless," he replied dryly, and with one of the belts he was still holding he gave her a stinging blow on the thighs.
"Another fifty like that one if you persist in your refusal and your white skin will be bloody."
She jerked violently, let out a piercing scream, and spread wide her knees.
In the twinkling of an eye, he secured her calves and feet with another two belts to the legs of the stool. His mouth became a thin line and he turned even more vile.
"Mary, you are very beautiful in this position. I can look at your whole body now. I see everything in its every detail, the warm valley is entirely exposed to my view. There is nothing now to hide your tiniest treasures from my eyes. And a little while ago you were sniveling because I made you unbutton your blouse and show me your tits... ah... and now I'm getting down on all fours right behind you. I see your little hole encrusted between two thick hills. I see your delicate oblong little trough from which flows forth the fountain of your golden piss. I see the soft wild silk that covers your mound of Venus and then the gently rounded hill of your belly and oh, your velvet thighs."
For what seemed like a long time, he remained silent, devouring with his eyes those hot and innocent parts spread out in such a disgraceful manner before him, until he suddenly exclaimed: "Now let's see if you have any spirit!"
Mary hadn't said a thing nor made any protestation, for her moral suffering was too great. And yet she was gripped by the most disturbing physical feelings, the source of which she could not determine. These sensations were by no means unpleasant. This was an inexplicable phenomenon for her. She would have liked to scream out her disgust, her resentment, her shame, but she had neither the strength nor the willpower. A strange languor fogged her thinking. The heat radiating from her beaten ass caused the most troubling sensations. She hated herself for being so vile, but she was unable to react.
Barrington was panting, deriving from this little exhibition the greatest cerebral satisfaction. Kneeling behind the delectable animality of this virgin captive, he stretched out his hands and enveloped gently with his palms the two firm tits on which two nipples now stood out quivering and erect. He grabbed the nipples between his fingers and began to massage them skillfully. Mary became rigid and began breathing heavily. The gentle caress was paying off.
Barrington kept his eyes glued on the little vulva, searching in the folds of this still innocent organ for the first signs of the heat he was trying to provoke. He did not have to wait long, for soon he saw the lips begin to move and palpitate. He began to pinch and crush the nipples of her tits. The vulva yawned, opening suddenly and spasmodically by force of the belly's contractions. His hands let go of the bosom and began to kneed gently the beautiful flesh of the buttocks, thighs, and belly. Mary's nylons got in his way and he undid them and rolled them down to her knees. The beautiful young girl was getting agitated; little shivers ran along her skin as the result of the sacrilegious caresses. Her ass contracted and distended, oscillating from left to right. Her cunt became gripped by a violent animation.
Just then, Barrington reached over to the crucifix stretched out beneath the young girl's eyes and removed the tiny cloth wrapped around its loins. Mary was struck with horror... for pointing straight at her was a stiff prick. She had never before seen the sexual organ of a man. She thought that she would go out of her mind. Her eyes ran over the tensed body before her. It was not a Christ there before her but a faun in heat. She was able to distinguish now the tiny horns that at first had been hidden by the crown of thorns. His feet were goat's hooves, his legs hairy, and his cock stiffly pointed at her... her lips... oh, horror... madness...
Barrington, having noticed the involuntary sexual reaction indicating the passionate nature of the young Irish girl, could no longer resist attacking the cute vulva, which was going mad. His caressing fingers ran lightly and ardently down the entire length of the cleft. He grazed past the asshole, ran along the side of the adorable cleft, which was by this time quite moist. Mary quivered with a mixture of shame and pleasure. He brought his face up to her cunt and with his thumbs he folded back the love-enamored husk and breathed in deeply the unctuous and pungent perfume distilled by this rosebud. This was followed by a wild contraction of her ass muscles, then a dumb gurgle issued from Mary's throat. Was it the death-rattle or the purring of a cat in heat? In any case, he was now convinced that he'd found Mary's most vulnerable spot. Now he nibbled at her with passion, sticking his tongue deep into the moist crevice. At the same time he continued to tease her breasts and soon he was able to notice an agitation in the small of her back and in the very globes of her ass, sure signs that she was getting close to coming. However, he was careful not to lick her clitoris, now well in view, for he didn't want her to come yet. For the moment, he just wanted to create such a degree of excitement in her so as to turn her to putty in his hands. He stopped playing with her. Her vulva was red, irritated, moist, and in full eruption. The time had come...
He got up and unloosened the young girl and made her sit down in the chair behind the desk. He went over to the chimney and spoke into the speaking-tube of the dumbwaiter, ordering a light meal and some hard liquor. Two minutes later the sound of the rising lift between the thick walls announced that the order had been delivered.
Mary was as if in another world. Almost completely nude, her clothes in a mess, she did not seem to think of fixing herself up. However, her eyes were glowing, even if they did stare, with an unknown fire. From time to time she trembled convulsively.
Barrington brought over the tray laden with two plates of cold chicken, rice pudding sprinkled with paprika, and a basket of fruit. In addition there were bottles of cognac, gin, and vermouth and one of seltzer in a bucket of ice.
The good Colonel began to stuff himself. He found a moment and placed one of the plates before Mary, but she took no interest in it. He drank some cognac mixed with a little seltzer and was soon finished.
Mary hadn't touched a thing on her plate.
"Take a piece of fruit, if you're not hungry."
"No, thank you," she said in exhausted tone of voice.
"Well, drink this then," he said, handing her a half a glass of gin in which he had poured a finger of vermouth.
"I'll do my best," she murmured.
She nipped the beverage slowly till she had finished it. It burned her throat and her wind pipe, but it did pick her up and did her good.
"Some more?" he asked. "A good secretary should not be afraid of a little alcohol."
"Oh, what difference does it make if you say so?" she said.
She drank another glass and her head began to turn, but she felt better. The alcohol warmed her heart and gave her courage.
He let her alone for some time while he considered how he should pursue the adventure. He took advantage of this moment of calm by going to the neighboring bathroom, where he undressed and put on a large bathrobe and a pair of comfortable slippers. He came back and sat down again in the chair.
Suddenly, he called to her: "Mary, come here and kneel down before me as you did before."
The young girl shuddered and implored: "Haven't you humiliated and tortured me enough? Have pity. Don't ask me to do any more shameful things. I can't go on. I'm on the edge of despair."
"Not at all, my little one. On the contrary, all this is very normal. We have to educate you in the matters of love and I shall succeed in doing so. And with your help..."
"Oh, my God, I'm lost..."
"You won't say that an hour from now; you'll be thanking me for having opened your eyes... And something else too," he said to himself. She came forward slowly, her blouse still undone, her arms bare, although she had covered her breasts with her body-linen. She kneeled down before him and with nervous fingers he slid down the shoulder straps of her linen and blouse and removed both entirely, throwing these garments on the table, and once again his eyes feasted on her lovely bosom. He did not tire of looking at these virgin breasts with their proud and stiff little buds pointing at him. For some time he caressed these exposed charms.
"Mary, answer me truthfully. Did you never give yourself pleasure, all alone, at night, in your bed, during the warm days of spring when the birds sing and the flowers bloom...?"
She was speechless and appalled.
"Did you never have the desire to... to rub yourself... here with your finger?"
So saying he stretched his hand toward her belly and touched her gently on her skirt, where her pubic bone was.
She drew back her pelvis, frightened.
"Answer me. Tell the truth. Must I take up the ruler again in order to get an answer out of you?"
"Oh, Sir... this is horrible... no... no... no don't hit me again."
"That depends on you."
"I... I don't understand what you mean."
"You know very well now. I'm asking you if you have before felt strange sensations of heat, something eating up your whole body, and especially in a certain part of your body, as you felt them just a little while ago when I was caressing you when you were on the praying stool."
"On, never, never... I've never felt anything like that before."
"Is it really true?"
"I swear it on my uncle's head."
"Well, in that case I'll believe you. And was it agreeable?"
"Oh..."
"It was, wasn't it? And you don't dare admit it. But of course it's pleasurable to be caressed, kissed, and even jerked off. You don't understand? I'll explain it to you. Come closer..."
He grabbed her head between his two hands and drew it to him and kissed her gluttonously on her full mouth. Mary, in her surprise, tried to back away. He held her with one hand while with the other he began once more to titillate the nipples of her breasts. In a flash, Mary melted in his arms. He felt her getting excited once more. She resisted no longer and, when he tickled her with his tongue, her lips and her teeth parted and accepted his lunging tongue, which began reaming out the inside of her moist mouth. She answered his caress. He felt triumphant and was getting caught up in his own excitement. He drew away from her slowly.
"Isn't that good, a loving kiss?'
Shyly, her eyes half closed, she murmured very low: "Yes."
"You are all hot and bothered once again Mary, your pulse is beating faster, your blood is surging through your arteries, and your little cunt must be quivering. But you know it's the same with me: I too desire to be relieved... oh... I feel like... yes... Mary would you with your mouth...?"
"With my mouth?"
"Give me pleasure...?"
A heavy silence followed. Barrington looked at her with insane eyes. He put a hand on the back of her neck and slowly pulled towards him till her face was next to his thighs. With a sudden movement of his other hand he undid the belt of his bathrobe and it fell open, uncovering to Mary's eyes his male member, stiff and menacing. The odor of a wild animal struck her nostrils and she cried out in fear. He murmured, "With your mouth... with your lips. Have you never seen a man's organ, little one? Well, have a feast. I have the pretension of having a damn handsome cock... You can kiss it the way I did you... You can lick it, as I licked you there... You can suck on it... I want you to suck on it and make me come..."
As he said these words, he brought her lovely face in contact with his cock and was rubbing her nose, cheeks, lips, and neck with it.
"Open your mouth and lick with your tongue or I will take up the ruler again."
Mary had one last violent reaction of modesty. For a moment, she had weakened after the disturbing first kiss of a man she had ever received. But she was incapable of committing the base act that had been demanded of her. An infinite disgust took hold of her. She struggled and managed to get out of Barrington's clutches yelling: "No, not that... you're a vile creature."
Barrington jumped to his feet: "You have asked for it Mary. I'll make you do it... it's just too bad for your hide."
He went for the closet and took out a switch and two riding-whips, a thick one and a thin one, and also several leather belts. He had the look of a madman; his eyes were throwing out darts. Mary, still kneeling, followed all these movements with terrified eyes. She heard him mutter terrifying threats.
"I'd rather whip the hide off her ass and tits than give in. A little mannered bitch like that... she'll find out what sort of stuff I'm made of."
He threw his instruments of torture on the table and yelled: "Get up and take off your clothes... I want you completely naked this time... I've had enough of your airs..."
Terrified, Mary got up. He was waving one of the whips and menacing: "Let's hurry it up, take it all off, my pretty... that'll teach you to stall."
Before she could even raise her arms in defense, he struck her a sharp blow across both breasts with the back of the whip. The blow had been well calculated but Mary, in her utter surprise, doubled up, let out a bloodcurdling scream, and brought her hands up to her offended breast. He took advantage of her position to let her have another blow on her buttocks, which protruded temptingly. She cried again but more from surprise than pain, for with all her clothes the blow couldn't have hurt too much.
"Hurry up and make up your mind Mary... I want you all naked. It's terrible, isn't it, having to show oneself all naked before a man? A man one doesn't know and who is neither your husband nor your lover? And you have never undressed before him? Your Uncle Ted - did he never see you in the nude? While you were taking a bath, for example, on the pretext that he wanted to be sure that you were soaping yourself the way you should? No...? Never?"
She shook her head, hid her face in her hands, and continued crying.
"Are you going to make up your mind or aren't you? Or do I have to rip your clothes off, piece by piece?"
She knew that there was no hope now, and so this adorable and modest girl began to undo her skirt and then her slip, which she let fall to her feet, sobbing all the while.
Barrington now regained his comfortable armchair and began smoking another cigar as he contemplated his victim.
The corset followed, and she now stood in her pants. Her blouse, only half off, hung about her waist, as did her jersey, and her stockings were crumpled down in accordion folds about her calves.
He stopped her. She was adorable this way; her torso completely nude, her beautiful round arms, her shoulders gracefully curved, and her pointed tits arrogant and clearly defined.
"Fold up your clothes neatly, Mary, and put them on that chair over there."
He indicated the chair behind the desk, just next to his own. Thus he was able to watch her as she moved. As she bent down to pick up her skirt he saw that her bosom was really firm - it did not move a fraction of an inch. He continued to watch her as she went past. She was embarrassed, red with shame, but graceful despite it all and in all her movements and attitudes.
When she had neatly put away her things as he had ordered, he told her: "Take of your shoes and your stockings now. Rest your foot on the chair... the carpet is so thick that you can walk comfortably on it barefoot."
She turned her back to him and so he was able to look at the small of the back and her ass, still covered by her pants. One after the other, she undid her stockings. It was then that he noticed the perfect shape of her legs, the delicate roundness of her knees, the finesse of her ankles, and the ravishing loveliness of her well-kept little feet.
Well, Mrs. Coates certainly hadn't taken him for a ride this time. He would willingly pay her the 50 guineas that he still owed her and even more if she should demand it. What a marvelous creature! So musing, he called her over to him once again. He was still holding the fine riding-whip in his hand and was snapping it in the air from time to time in such a way that it made a hissing sound.
Mary, her hands folded in front of her, gave him one last suppliant look.
"Must I, really?"
"I never take back an order once given..."
"Oh, but why? Why me? What misery, dear God, what have I done to deserve such a fate?"
"But it's because you're such a ravishing young person, who has a magnificent figure she wants to hoard and keep all to herself when I desire to admire it in all its splendor. All these charms, which till now you have so jealously hidden, must now be given up to others. In another instant, you shall be entirely nude before a man for the first time in your life. And I hope for your sake that it won't be the last. I may even say that on that question, I'm certain that it won't be the last time. With your beauty you should be shown in the streets of London, naked as you are now, standing on a pedestal drawn by six white oxen. Well, I'm waiting, or do I have to use this whip again?"
"You are a base cad. You are taking advantage of your strength in a shameful manner. But you'll pay dearly for this... The police will protect me and you'll be hanged - hanged, do you hear me, you horrible bastard? Oh, God has forsaken me. Oh, because of you I blaspheme... I'm going crazy."
"You have known anger and soon now you will know love - it's much nicer and it gives you fewer complexes - for in a little while when you'll be less of an idiot, I'm going to fuck you. I'll make love with you and I'll force you to share my pleasure, and then you'll understand... Do you know what it is to fuck? Have you ever heard speak of it? To make love? I hope that you haven't, for I want you to be virgin both of mind and body.
"But you hurt me terribly when a little while ago you refused to lick me, and now I'm going to punish you and make you do it despite yourself... ah... ah... naked... all naked... quickly..."
And the whip whistled menacingly, cutting through the air with its sharp cry just in front of her.
She drew back a step, terrified. He got up and his robe stuck out like a vertical tent, but she didn't notice it. And then trembling, she hastily unbuttoned her pants, which were closed at her hips. They slipped to the ground and lay there encircling her ankles in all their whiteness. Her blouse was still hanging from her waist and she couldn't make up her mind whether to undo it. Everything began whirling... she became terribly dizzy. The idea of showing the middle of her body from the front appalled her.
The whip hissed again and this time came down across her calves. She clutched the linen around her waist in her two fists and pulled it down a few inches, then staggered and suddenly fell to the ground. In the hapless movement of her legs, she did a split and tore the tissue down the greater part of its length. At the same time, her blouse came loose and lay next to her thighs. She was naked and half unconscious. The shock had been too brutal for her young nerves.
Barrington got down beside her and removed the linen that had gotten entangled around her feet and admired in ecstasy her marvelous body, whose only movement now was an occasional convulsive shudder. Her eyes were closed and her hair flowed in disorder around her head and shoulders. He put his ear to her heart and he heard it beat violently. The first contact between his cheek and her skin enraptured him. Reassured, he gave the nipple closest to him a big lick and heaved himself up.
He hurriedly got some cognac and, supporting her head with his hand, made her drink several mouthfuls. Almost immediately she opened her eyes and breathed deeply. Her eyes were terribly red from having cried and she appeared to be lost, not understanding where she was or what had happened to her.
"Drink some more, that'll put you back in shape, Mary."
On hearing his voice, she trembled again and looked at him strangely, but nevertheless she opened her lips and drank half a glass of alcohol more. It picked her up immediately and once more she became lucid. Her first gesture was to place one hand over her pubic bone and the other over her breasts with a movement of adorable modesty.
This moved Barrington to sneer:
"You'll see, you little fool, once I have you tied up in the shape of a cross. Then you can try and hide your cunt and tits."
He went back to his chair, lit his third cigar, and poured himself a drink of gin, while looking at Mary stretched out on the carpet.
"Are you going to remain lying there forever, Mary? It's an excellent position for a whore."
Mary was terribly insulted, for she had understood the insult, and so she sat up, red as beet with shame, and hesitated before getting up, so confused was she by her complete nakedness.
"Up we go, you lazy-bones - let's have a look at you..."
The whip was again being brandished nervously. Mary was frightened and so, with a supple movement of her pretty and curvy body, she raised herself to her feet and turned her back to him.
He admired the magnificent stature and perfect proportions of this seventeen-year-old girl. Her back, wide at the shoulders and well-fleshed, did not give away her shoulder blades; her waist was small and the swelling of her belly was full for such a young woman; her legs were long, her ass handsome, her calves nicely rounded, and her ankles slim. The whole had a line he had not expected to find in a girl of such a modest background. Perhaps she had been the fruit of a maternal extramarital error committed with a young lord of the aristocracy. Her beautiful golden hair with natural curls crowned her still girlish head and fell down in long graceful buckles over her shoulders and back.
He couldn't tire of looking at her, of admiring her. After a considerable moment of silence, he stretched out his arm and gave her a lash across her close pressed calves and shouted, "Turn around, I've seen enough of your back. Now let's have a look at the front."
Mary jumped from surprise and let out a yell as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. There was a thin red line swelling across her calves. A victim of her fear, she turned around, flaming red like a beet.
"Well, finally," said the Colonel.
He was completely dazzled by this living statue. Without a word, he admired this masterpiece of nature, which by the wildest chance and the help of underhanded means had fallen into his clutches.
"Put your hands behind your back and be quick about it."
Mary turned from red to dead white. Her last bastion of modesty crumbled as she obeyed him in desperation.
Barrington licked his lips like a gourmet enjoying every morsel of a rare dish.
Mary, her head bent, cried bitterly. She had fallen to the depths of abasement and shame. Even though she had been forced by the vilest means to the present moment, this did not obviate the fact that she was the pure niece of a preacher who had raised her in an atmosphere of the purest of Christian virtues. And here she was, this most honest girl, naked and undergoing the vilest of perusals, of the most abominable and degrading kind possible. The shame and embarrassment that now possessed her was of the most atrocious sort.
She couldn't help but realize she was being treated as in ancient times when the chiefs of savage tribes captured women as booty, as slaves.
This most humiliating examination she was undergoing, the physical contacts that had already been forced on her and that she knew would be forced on her again - these contacts that she detested but could not deny - had afforded her pleasure despite her will that they shouldn't. The frightful whippings that burned her delicate skin and forced her to give in to the most abject demands, the foul caresses imposed on her when she had been tied to the praying stool, the filthy tongue speaking words whose meaning she could only guess at, all these horrors were marking the inexorable stages of her frightful downfall.
Barrington rose and moved toward her.
"Don't move while I look you over close up."
He put the whip underneath his arm. Once again, his detested fingers brushed her mother-of-pearl flesh, slid around her neck, her shoulders, and then her breasts, which he caressed gently, massaged, and kneaded. Then he stroked her hips and her rounded belly and tickled the pretty orifice of her naval. A second later he moved down to her crotch. She trembled like a leaf, desperate, crying, and no longer daring to protest or make a move to defend herself. He caressed the wild silk of her cunt, which was abundant; he curled it around his fingers and gave it little tugs at which she yelped.
"It's ugly, all this hair... you have too much of it."
He went to the bathroom, whose entrance was hidden by a draw-curtain, and came back carrying a hair-brush and a pair of scissors. "Your hair is all in a tangle, and I'm going to brush it out for you."
He busied himself with her hair, brushing it briskly back, uncovering her forehead and temples, bringing the whole back over her shoulders. He wrapped a silk scarf around her head so as to draw her hair away from her mother-of-pearl ears.
"Look at yourself in the mirror. How do like your coiffure?"
Mary gave a timid glance at herself and uttered an "oh" of surprise. The turban gave her a little roguish air she didn't at all appreciate. It changed her entirely from her customary self.
"Raise your arms gracefully and cross them above your head, Mary."
She assumed this graceful pose without realizing at first that in doing so she exposed her armpits and their red-haired furnishings. Her breasts were magnificently raised and almost arrogant. The Colonel fingered the moss of her armpits. He then brought close to the intimate hollow his fat face. Mary made a movement as if to fend him off and immediately received a lash of the whip for her pains.
"Don't move and keep your arms up. Hum, that smells pungent under there," he gurgled as he breathed in deeply the acid odor of her armpit.
He straightened up and began to brush the short kinky hair. Mary uttered tiny little cries and begged him to stop.
"Does that tickle?" he asked, laughing.
After having played at this game for a few minutes, he stopped and began to brush her cunt bush. First he brushed from the top down and then from the bottom up.
Mary was maddened. She pressed her legs together, hoping thereby to prevent the brush from going to far down. But soon a delightful tingling sensation ran up her spine and suddenly her cunt came aflame again. She lowered her hands and tried to push away the brush that irritated in such an odious manner.
Barrington let her have it with the whip across her fingers.
"Mind your hands," he cried.
At that he grabbed a handful of her cunt hair and pulled it out, then taking up the scissors began cutting. Mary was frightened and let out a yell and tried to pull away her belly. But his hold on her fine bush was firm; which caused her considerable pain and did not prevent him from cutting all of her hair the length of her slit. Showing her the cut curls, he said: "I wanted to keep a souvenir to remind me of you, namely these little curls of your cunt hair. And now each time I look at them I shall be reminded of this marvelous day."
And he continued with little snips of the scissors to completely remove her curtain of modesty. To do so he had kneeled down, and he threatened to cut her skin if she made a move. Soon the whole area was clean as a whistle with the exception of a few freckles. By the same token, her slit was now outrageously exposed, cutting in a neat line the lickable pubic mound.
"On to more serious matters, for I'm beginning to get famished for a little love and my bursting balls are beginning to kill me."
Naturally she understood none of these words, but she suffered on hearing them nonetheless.
"Are you ready to give me the relief I expect of you... with your mouth... and which you refused me a little while ago? Answer me Mary."
The unhappy creature was terribly troubled. She remembered the horrible contact between her face and her tormentor's hard and burning flesh. She remembered in particular the frightful odor, which had so nauseated her that she had been unable to consent to embrace the cylinder as he had demanded. An uncontrollable disgust had mounted in her throat.
"Don't ask that of me; it's too, too horrible."
"Unfortunately, I'll ask you but one more time, for you're going to do it whether you like it or not, Mary."
"Oh, my God, save me."
"Leave the Good God be, He has other cats to whip without worrying about yours... ha... ha... ha..."
Mary was dismayed, for she suspected what would follow. Thinking to soften him, she said in a desperate voice: "Your... your... flesh... its odor was too strong... I couldn't... have pity... let me leave... haven't you tortured me enough during the last two hours?"
He sneered: "Ah, so you think I smell bad? Well, you better get used to it, for I like that particular caress the best and a good secretary must be able to perform it perfectly for her boss. It's indispensable... and at any time..."
He took her by the arm and dragged her over to the bench.
"Stretch out on your belly."
She shuddered. What was going to happen? He pushed her savagely and as soon as she was stretched, out he fastened her to the bench with a belt he pulled over her back and under the bench. Then he tied her wrists to the two front legs, but in such a way that her tits overlapped the edge of the bench. Across the opposite extremity of the bench, he attached a long piece of wood that had been hung beneath. He then tied her ankles to this cross-piece in such a way that her legs were completely spread-eagled.
All the while Mary resisted with all her might, and screamed continuously, begging her persecutor to spare her, to forgive her her faults, and not to make her suffer. But Barrington, much too excited by now, paid no heed to this heart-rending music. For more than an hour he had manipulated, both physically and morally, this unfortunate young girl, and as a result, his senses were so violently excited that he required immediate relief.
The whip whistled, bitingly, cruelly, and bit into the flesh spread out helplessly before his eyes. Slowly he moved the lash up the length of the calves and up the thighs, and just as slowly down the shoulders to the small of the back. She screamed without stopping. Finding that she was too rigidly tied, he loosened the belt around her waist and began on her chubby ass. He was careful only to strike with the tip of the whip and to spread the stings of the lash evenly over the whole surface of the two cheeks. Her eyes were popping out of her head. The beautiful white body, striped like that of a zebra, bounded convulsively under the stinging bites of the whip. As Mary was only fastened by her wrists on the one hand and her ankles on the other, she had enough leeway to contort her body convulsively. These movements of flesh in pain ravished the cruel flagellant.
She screamed all her suffering, begging for him to end her torture and her shame, but the young girl's wriggling contortions filled him with far too much pleasure for him to stop so soon.
He accorded her a moment of respite while he went to the bathroom in order to fetch a mirror mounted on an articulated stand with castors. He placed the mirror at the foot of the bench next to her legs. Putting aside the whip, he took up a large switch with fine and supple brambles attached. He approached her once more, but this time took up his place by her head. Thus he was able to see by means of the mirror all her hidden treasures as he continued his torture. With each blow he saw the beautiful buttocks quiver, flatten out, and then spurt back out as if propelled by a violent contraction in the stomach of the young girl. He struck to the right and then to the left and ended by a few down the middle, in the slit, on the most sensitive flesh, which was already wildly boiling. During this time, Barrington's robe had come undone and so uncovered his hard cock as it jerked about as he administered the blows.
Mary let out a strange cry, one of mixed pleasure and pain, and Barrington noticed the great confusion that was animating her sexual region. Her loins were jerking about like trip hammers, knocking her love mound hard up against the bench, and the cheeks of her ass contracted and distended violently. She was no longer screaming, but moaning quietly. Barrington smiled. He kneeled down before her on the carpet and dangled in front of her lovely face his rigid, ready-to-burst dick. He slipped his hands underneath her and placed them on her tits, which he then began to work over gently. Oh, the round beauties filling his hands, the nipples like... dingleberries.
Mary shuddered and recoiled, gazing wildly at the cock saluting her at a distance of just a few inches. Just then, Barrington pinched her erect nipples and Mary's mouth opened as if to cry out and her neck stretched out full length. He immediately pushed his big tool forward into her mouth and let out a wild bellow. After no more than two wild jerks he came and emptied his overflowing balls into her pure throat.
His haggard eyes remained fixed on her mad cunt, which he could see clearly in the mirror and which was spurting juice in which her little fish was jumping. Barrington let out another hoarse cry, the wild bellow of an animal in heat as the sensation of coming surged through him again. His sperm shot out in hot spurts into the depths of the unhappy girl's throat. She made vain efforts to free herself from this gag of flesh choking her. She almost strangled several times. Some of the gluey liquid emerged around the edges of the thick cylinder on which her face was impaled; nevertheless, she was forced to swallow a considerable amount. Barrington was in full heat now and no longer recognizable. He was hungry for this body, which he had been manipulating for more than an hour. He wanted to come again and again in the flesh of the beautiful virgin.
He straightened up suddenly and like a crazy man, his eyes bloodshot, he ran his hands wildly over her hot body as it lay there at the mercy of his lasciviousness. He pinched her, scratched her, and murmured a stream of incoherent words.
"A virgin... no two... I'm going to take one and then the other... Mary, you won't interfere... first your little ass hole... this one," and his fingers rutted down her ass till they reached her contracted anus, "and then your little cunt next... your pretty vulva which I'm going to force open, penetrate, spread out, rape... ha... ha... ha... Mary's a good secretary... a perfect secretary, and as it says in your contract... I'm going to instruct you in the profundities of life - ha... ha... ha..."
He had while muttering to himself unloosened Mary's feet and hands. Yet she didn't dare move. She only closed her thighs and breathed deeply as her heart beat like a drum and waited in anxiety the forthcoming tortures. He grabbed her around the waist and picked her up like a feather. He carried her with her ravishing posterior and dangling legs just under his nose. He slapped her rear with his wide-opened hand, carrying her all the while toward the praying stool. A moment later, she was again fastened tight to the stool. Her bosom was even lower this time, for he had attached her shoulders to the horizontal back of the stool, rather than her elbows as last time. Thus, her loins were considerably higher than her head.
Again he kneeled down. This time with the savagery of a dog in heat, he lapped the hot and tender flesh, all the while caressing the rest of her body - her hips, belly, tits, arms, and back. Getting up suddenly he said: "I can't take it any more; I just have to bunghole you, honey."
Standing behind her, he placed the end of his instrument against the brown spot he had just licked and lubricated with his saliva. The disproportion between his tool and her orifice made his intention seem like the height of conceited ambition. And yet, he went about it in such a skillful manner that in no time he had arrived at shoving half of his tool into of the unhappy creature's anus which was now distended to its very limits.
To describe her screams, her contortions, her protestations, and her supplications is impossible. And all to no avail. Impeccably, Barrington reamed out a passage by knowing twists and circling motions. All the while he pinched her buttocks, the tender flesh of her belly, rubbed the clitoris and cunt lips from below, and teased her tits and their tender nipples, provoking such contortion of her back and loins and hips that without realizing it, she greatly facilitated his task.
He bent forward over her back so that his thighs were glued to hers, and began to move back and forth. He knew that he mustn't sink his tool in too deep, for, in so doing, he would run the risk of hurting her or giving her pain that would obviate the pleasure he desired to make her share with him.
He began moving about in a livelier fashion, with more precision. While he continued to concentrate his attention on her breasts and clitoris, he continued to ream out with greater and greater speed the narrow tunnel. He pushed a finger in between the erect lips of her vulva, spreading apart the tender folds of flesh cushioning her hymen. Mary uttered a cry of pain. His loins quivered. He stiffened, then plunged his cock into the hilt and froze at the instant that his burning juice tore down the canal of his urethra, bringing with it the maddening sensation of ultimate pleasure.
Mary lay still, half unconscious and battered about by the most contradictory feelings. Her spirit had been drowned in alcohol served to her with great generosity, her nerves were completely on edge, and her senses were awakened to the extreme by the extravagant caresses she was undergoing. She was sinking, little by little, into a world of morbid pleasure that was purely physical and against which she could no longer defend herself.
At the same time, as the Colonel felt the final moment approaching, he shoved his finger with a sudden thrust as deep as it would go. He felt the inner drum of skin give. A flood of virginal blood enveloped his finger. Again he redoubled his efforts on the clitoris and a few seconds later brought on an orgasm, which he had sworn himself to bring on in her at the same moment as he himself overflowed in his sexual climax. Mary groaned with pleasure and wallowed in her physical downfall. She was certainly a very hot-blooded girl full of sexuality and sensuality by which she was now being dominated as her orgasm shook her spasm-racked body.
He slowly got up, looking over the battlefield of his second encounter with bleary eyes. His cock just stayed fully erect and wouldn't stop throbbing. He walked about the room, his pecker pointing straight ahead of him still covered with a reddish slime, all enflamed and with a drop of come still hanging from his gaping pee-hole. He went into the bathroom and took a sponge-bath, washing in cold water his enflamed sexual parts, but nothing had any effect on his cock, which was now as hard as a piece of granite. He was too excited for a cold water treatment to have any effect.
He came to where Mary lay, still tied to the bench with her ass kissing the air and spread wide apart trying to suck some into her burning hole encrusted with come, not to speak of the blood dripping from her cunt. He had a towel soaked in eau de Cologne and with it he began rubbing down the back, ass, thighs, and loins of his victim with the hope of speeding the healing process of all the bruises he had inflicted upon her with the whip.
Mary gave a terrible jerk at this, for the alcohol burned her flesh. She screamed and contorted herself within the confines of her bonds, begging him to stop his rough treatment of her. Then he rubbed the towel between her legs and right into the half-moon slit of her cunt and ass. At this Mary was unable to keep back a blood-curdling scream. The towel came away covered with blood and he threw it into a corner and untied his victim.
"Go and wash up a bit in the alcove there while I stretch out to rest and have me a cigar."
Staggering, Mary, her back and cunt and asshole burning, went out to the washstand.
Barrington, again seated in the comfortable chair, was lighting up his fourth cigar and listening intently to what Mary was doing.
He heard water running from the faucets, the toilet being flushed and the shower. Mary was most likely trying to get some life back into her bruised body.
After a while, no longer hearing anything, and she not making a reappearance, he shouted, "Mary you've got to come back... I still have to take your real virginity... let's not cheat... I've paid dearly to use you according to my will..."
A pale and undone Mary reappeared in the room with a large towel wrapped around her, her eyes red and with large circles. She threw herself at his feet and begged him in a most pathetic way to spare her this ultimate disgrace now that he had already used her in such an abominable way. But with no result. He had an answer for her: "How can you ask me to free you? Look at John still hard as a rock. He's still hungry, very hungry, and demands his normal due. Till now all he's had is a light hors d'oeuvre, honey..."
"Oh, you're horrible and don't call me honey, that word coming out of your foul mouth is sacrilegious."
"Ha... ha... ha... a sacrilege... ha... ha... For one thing, who gave you permission to wrap that towel around you? Take it off. I want you nude, naked, all naked. You're quite beautiful that way."
He looked at her in a sarcastic manner. He filled a glass with liquor and offered it to her.
"Here Mary, drink this cognac... It'll do you good... cheers and all that rot."
It was the fifth time he was giving her an alcoholic drink. He hoped that in so doing he'd soften her resistance and that she would give in more easily to his last demand.
Feverish, nauseous, weak, her head pounding, she swallowed the drink in one gulp. Her eyes fluttered as her head turned and she had to sit down on the floor, supporting herself with one of her hands.
"Take off that towel!" he screamed, grabbing the whip.
Shy and filled with modesty, her eyes lowered, Mary let fall the towel and soon was again naked before her tormentor.
Barrington devoured her with his eyes, blowing huge puffs of smoke up toward the ceiling as he sat there sunk deep in the chair with his robe half open in such a way as to leave to view stomach and his terribly red cock pointing up to the ceiling, still filled with desire and ready for battle.
"You see Mary, for a minute there I was trying to think of how I was going to devirginize you. I was trying to decide whether to do it by attaching you to the bench and taking you from the back, or whether to tie you to the chaise longue on your back and with thighs well spread apart and then belly to belly, papa fashion; or again perhaps to tie you to the praying stool as before and to do it doggie style, or better yet, I'll have you get on me and have you fuck me. Ya, that'll be fun to make you do the operating; it'll be interesting and will tire me less. Good idea, that's what I'm going to do. Come to think of it, though, I'm most comfortable in my chair and you could go to it here at your ease. Let's go, Mary, chin up, the time has come. We're going to make a real woman out of you."
Mary was feeling weaker and weaker, her head was turning, her eyes bloodshot, and she couldn't move, but remained glued to the floor. He got up and grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to her feet and gave her three slaps across the face, which caused her to come back to life a bit.
"Come and sit on my lap, I like caressing your eatable meat."
He dragged her to the chair in which he sat down, placing her on his knees. She allowed herself to be directed as she felt lost and hopeless. His hands took possession of her beautiful flesh, rubbing her stomach and tits. Soon he began to run his fingers up her knees, moving slowly and gently up the smooth skin of her thighs till he reached her crotch. Just then Mary, stretching out her arms for support against the back of the chair, fell against him. Her breast was right next to his face. With one hand he kneaded the left tit while with the other he caressed her thighs. His mouth and tongue teased the breast that was in the reach of his lips.
Mary gently opened up her thighs without knowing it. His agile fingers took immediate advantage of nature's invitation in order to determine at what point of excitation the palpitating vulva he had been caressing had reached: Her cunt was flooded. He sniggered. He raised his head and Mary lowered hers and put her velvety arms around his neck as their lips met in an embrace. The virgin quivered and trembled nervously as she opened her hot legs even wider apart. All the while he was going over her with all his fingers and his tongue was lost between her white set of choppers, which were wide open now and playing an ardent duo with the young and beautiful girl in love. Mary was lost and she gave herself up to the ineffable pleasure of love. And James knew how to manipulate the sensitive spots of a girl who was giving in.
Without removing his lips from hers he picked her up and changed her position in such a way as to have her kneeling on the seat of the chair. No word was said, and if he had had to stop his caresses of her wild cunt, it was only for an instant while he was moving her.
He slid lower down between her thighs which now straddled him in such a way that his tool was in position for the final beachhead. Little by little he replaced his cock for his fingers in the quivering temple of her vulva. She was hardly aware of the substitution. She now moaned in a never ending sing-song of pleasure. Holding his stiff prick in his hand, he reamed it around at the entrance of her vagina globbed with unctuous fluid. She began imperceptibly to move her hips up and down in rhythm.
Barrington couldn't hold on any longer. The moment came; he grabbed Mary by her haunches and lifted her up a little. Then looking straight in her eyes: "Mary, look at me. Open your eyes... you're going to press your belly gently against my flesh... you're going to feel my dick slowly penetrate... spread the lips of your cunt... enter little by little... press against your flesh... against your virginal barrier... it's up to you to break that barrier... by pressing with the weight of your body... and it'll crack... your hymen will split under the pressure... and you'll feel the inside of your belly being filled by my flesh... to the very depths... up to your womb... after just one moment of pain... you'll see, Mary... it's going to be divine... Aaaaaarrrrr... ooooohh..."
Barrington had just broken through the obstacle. A flood of vermillion-colored blood spurted about his oversized cock and spattered their thighs. Mary, having become a slave to desire, hypnotized by his words (the monster), dominated by his dirty soul and by an imperious desire, which was now uncontrollable, had followed his instructions point by point. A moment after her hesitation at the climactic moment of pain, she had borne down her belly on the male dagger and on which she was now impaled for the first time in her life.
A terrible pain, intimate, deep... the scream of a wounded animal... and Mary sank into Barrington's shoulder in a faint just when he ejaculated into the pit of her innards a torrent of burning sperm.
Mary was now a woman.
Barrington was gasping for breath. He had come so quickly and with such intensity that he had had barely enough time to be really conscious of the rape he had just committed. He continued romping in and out of her cunt with big lunges. With blood and sperm covering his cock, he continued plunging in the depths of the narrow passage. He felt his cock perfectly gloved by her tiny trough and the contact between his flesh and hers was absolute.
In a few moments he came again, spilling out his over-full balls. And Mary, slowly returning to consciousness, taken by a frenzied sexual intensity, was entirely consumed. She in turn began wiggling her hips, in the grip of her passionate nature, and came like a mad woman.
She gripped in a tight embrace the neck and shoulders of the man. She covered his face with burning kisses and when the hands of her lover pressed her swollen tits, she melted in a frenzy of ecstasy, whirling her lips, bearing down with her belly, forcing his cock to enter into the passionate depths till its head beat against the dilated and maddened door of the womb.
She collapsed, all out of breath and worn out. He shoved her away from him brutally, and she rolled over his legs and fell exhausted to the carpet, half conscious and agitated by spasmodic jerks, her arms and legs forming a cross, stretched out on her back like a broken doll.
From the neighboring room, by means of a two-way mirror, several persons had been witness to this scene. Mrs. Coates, who was an astute business-woman, knew how to put all circumstances to profit. Thus her pocket book was doubly lined. Of course Barrington suspected nothing. Mrs. Coates, who had sold Mary's virginity for a 100 guineas, had thus earned a supplementary profit. Her three best clients were present: Lord Selwin, a debauchee, aged before his time, about 40 years of age; the Reverend Nicolas, a libidinous pastor, fat, pot-bellied, who normally officiated at St. Elizabeth's Chapel; and the lord justice C. W. Strongcock, who protected Mrs. Coates by his official judiciary position and would come to her assistance in the case of trouble with the local police.
Therefore, these three despicable creatures - for the ridiculous fee of 50 guineas - had just wallowed in the spectacular downfall of this poor, unfortunate girl.
Barrington was getting dressed, his eternal cigar between his lecherous lips. He had a last drink and went to the speaking tube at the chimney mantelpiece and asked to have the door opened. With one last look at Mary, lying stretched out on the floor unconscious, naked, and covered with gore, he stepped out of the room feeling very happy and satisfied.
Mrs. Coates greeted him politely and inquired whether he had been satisfied with the services of his secretary.
"Entirely so," he replied, "this time I must give you my compliments, you old lecherous witch."
"Oh, Mr. Barrington," said the old procuress, giving him her hand despite the offense.
"Ah, yes, I nearly forgot... I still owe you 50 guineas."
Haughtily, he descended the stairs with Mildred leading the way to the door. He slipped her a sovereign.
With a measured stride, calm and full of tranquility, he directed his steps toward his club, where he intended to dine as if nothing had happened.
Chapter 3
Mrs. Coates returned to the guests who were in the next room.
"What did you think of that, gentlemen? Were you well entertained? The show - was it... rather unusual? Was it worth it?"
The assembled company chorused their thanks for having been provided with such a sensational diversion.
"Even so, this chap Barrington, he does all right for himself!" cried Reverend Nicolas.
"Then gentlemen," said the horrible woman, "if the desire so moves you... if you want a modest supplement... you can... I could arrange to place at your disposition... this young maiden... Oh, she has only just recently lost her virginity... I could arrange... for a few guineas... you could get in a lick or two yourselves..."
"How much do you want, you old witch?" cried Lord Justice Strongcock, who appeared to be the most excited of the three.
"Oh... you alone? Or... these other gentlemen as well?"
"All three of us," they answered all together.
"Well then... let me see... I guess that 30 guineas per person is not too much to ask for the privilege of having such a tender morsel."
"It's a deal!" cried Lord Selwin. "My dear Judge, I propose that we make good for Reverend Nicolas, since ministers are not famous for being overly solvent. We'll split the total between the two of us?"
"Fine," said the Lord Justice.
"I thank you most heartily for your generosity, gentlemen," said Reverend Nicolas. "I shall try not to take advantage of your... ahem... kindness, and I promise to use this money for the poor."
"It's not our goodness, but rather the charms of this young girl that should not unduly be taken advantage of, you old lecher," cried Lord Selwin as he cuffed the minister on the shoulder. "We know all about you. Just make sure to go at it gently. Don't do like the last time, with that unfortunate little widowed countess who you fucked so arduously that you left her half dead. And then that one... she wasn't any virgin. Oh no... ha... ha... ha..."
Laughing, the three men strolled out of the room and went into the salon, where Mary lay on the floor, exhausted, distressed, and in tears.
Before entering, Lord Selwin ordered three bottles of champagne, which Mildred brought in shortly. Hearing a noise, Mary painfully raised herself on one elbow. She was beaten and haggard and her hair was all mussed. She cried out aloud when she saw the three lechers enter.
Grabbing the bathrobe from the floor near the bureau, she made an instinctive gesture of covering her body. She sat upright without daring to budge.
"Good evening, Mary... good evening... good evening," said the three men once they had entered the room. Lord Selwin sat down in front of the bureau, Lord Justice Strongcock placed himself in the armchair, and Reverend Nicolas remained standing in front of her.
"Oh, good Reverend," cried the girl with tears in her eyes. "You have come to save me from the clutches of that horrible creature who led me into this terrible trap, haven't you?"
She gazed at him desperately for a reassuring response.
"Hum... uh... well, that is, my dear child, we came to... uh... knock off a fine piece... hee... hee... hee"
"Knock off...? What!" she exclaimed without fully understanding.
"That's it, knock off a good piece... make love... fuck you... if you prefer."
"What are you saying? Oh... Oh... me... what, me? It can't be! You're just trying to frighten me! It's not possible. Oh... my God! What kind of a Hell have I fallen into?"
"But of course... but of course! Don't play the innocent little girl, Mary. We saw you just now... through this trick window. We watched your amorous struggle with lusty Colonel Barrington."
"You said you saw me... Oh... horrible! With Colonel Barrington? My father's best friend!"
"I don't know anything about that. But it most certainly was Barrington with whom you... who... ah, hum, yes..."
"Oh, my God! I didn't recognize him, it has been such a long time... the gentlemen is a scholar, he said, looking for a secretary..."
"Ho... ho," gurgled Reverend Nicolas.
"Oh... he... he," chuckled Lord Selwin.
"Hah... he... argh... that's a good one. Secre... ha... ha... Secre... tary... Oh, la, la," cried the Lord Justice, holding his belly.
"Yes... a se... cre... tary...," said Mary with hot tears streaming down her face.
"And he found a pussy cat... didn't he?" said the Reverend brutally.
"Oh... oh... have pity on me! I can't do any more! Don't force me!"
"Come, come now. Be reasonable little one. Do as you're supposed to do. Get up and show us your charms. Unveil yourself, for here you're in a good old whorehouse, and we've paid good money to have the pleasure of your body and your art."
"Oh, my God," the young girl protested feebly as she collapsed onto the bed.
"No complaining, now there, little one. Go and wash off your thighs and stomach, because they're full of blood and come. You needn't try to tell us that you weren't well fucked!" cried Lord Strongcock.
"You have no cause to mock us," growled Lord Selwin. "It's getting on, and I have to be home before midnight. My wife, the good Lady Selwin, is waiting for me, and... ah... she would not be pleased if I were too late. She is convinced that I am playing bridge at the Royal Academy club," he gurgled as he turned toward his two acolytes.
"And I'm supposed to be with the Lord Mayor... ha, ha, ha..." said Lord Justice Strongcock choking with delight.
"As for me," chuckled Reverend Nicolas, "there's nobody waiting for me except Evangeline, my beloved daughter, who is probably reading the Bible in front of the fire, waiting for her father to come home. I can stay out as long as I want. Promptly at 11 o'clock she will go to bed like a good girl if I have not yet returned."
Lord Selwin gazed at the Reverend with a strange spark of interest in his eyes.
"You have a daughter, Reverend? You never told me that."
"But of course. Why do you ask?"
"I didn't know you were married."
"Well... I mean... no... but, at any rate, I have a daughter," he said with some embarrassment.
"Ah, I see... an adopted daughter."
"Absolutely not... I was... Oh now I might as well tell you all. I was engaged to be married 16 years ago with one of my dear parishioners. She was a nice girl, not particularly pretty; but then, you know, very... very... sentimental... very emotional."
"Very whorish, you mean," interrupted the Lord Justice doubling up with laughter.
"And so, you let yourself get caught?" said Strongcock.
"That's it, gentlemen. You have guessed it all... and one year afterwards, she gave birth to a nice pink body of the female sex whom we named Evangeline."
"A charming name. But did you marry the woman after all this?"
"Why not at all. I very soon came to understand that I was insufficient, and that my three vicars..."
"Ah, so... you and three others."
"Well, you see, this devil of a wench was ugly as hell. Her back was round; she had no tits. One might have thought she was a boy, as only the nipples of her breasts stuck out, and they were big and brown. Her legs were too thin and her body was as thick as a fireman's. She had short, kinky hair on her chest and a thick mane running down her backbone and between the cheeks of her ass, between her legs, and then all the way up to the navel, not counting the pubic hair between her legs and covering her thighs. She was a temperamental little bitch."
"What a portrait you paint," retorted Lord Selwin. "One would think that your little slut had a mother like the famous Countess Gamiani, and that she had been sired by an orangutan."
"Maybe, but at the beginning of our affair, I had to service her desires from the time she woke up until after her bath. She fucked like a bunny as she pushed against the edge of the bath tub. Then, to get up an appetite, she spread herself out on the bed, raised her belly and spread her legs, and I had to plunge into the crevice of her clitoris, which gaped in the middle of her thick bush. And that was not all. After lunch, she stretched out on a chaise longue and took a nap, during which she probably dreamt filthy dreams in order to get more excited. As soon as she woke up, I had to hop on and satisfy her again. In the evening, after supper, she varied her pleasures by masturbating herself for a half an hour so as to arouse her appetite for a good session of sodomy."
"What a nature... My God!"
"You said it, my lord."
"And that was all?"
"Good heavens no. She loved to suck me off and swallow my come juice like the best whore in heat. She claimed that it was excellent for the health, and particularly for the lungs."
"My compliments, Reverend. It's not surprising that you were not able to keep up this pace for very long."
"That's why I pretended to overlook the fact of finding her with one of my acolytes. He had fortunately come to my aid, as I had lost quite a few pounds. And then when she became pregnant, she almost went out of her mind. I was desperate. I did my best, but she almost killed me, and I just happen to have a sound constitution. I soon learned that my three vicars were sharing the favors of the young lady. It was then, you understand, that I lost all desire of giving her my name."
"What, if I may ask, became of your almost wife?"
"Oh, one fine day - a Sunday - we went for a boat ride, just off Maidenhead. She was holding the tiller lightly with both hands..."
"That's not surprising," choked Lord Selwin.
The Lord Justice burst out laughing also.
"She stood up, took the pole, and tried to push the boat, and then suddenly she lost her balance and fell into the water."
"And you let her stew there for a while?"
"Oh, now gentlemen. How could you imagine for an instant...?"
"Oh, we know... we know."
"No, not at all. I immediately leaped into the water, but unfortunately there were a lot of weeds growing up from under the water at this spot. I couldn't get her out in time, and when I finally succeeded in dragging her to the bank, I found that some sort of a congestion had taken place. Previously, we had finished our picnic, stretched out in the grass, and had a good fuck to digest the meal, and then we had gone boating."
"A tragic-comedy," cried Lord Selwin in a serious tone.
"So, I brought up the child after this unfortunate accident."
"Without the aid of maternal comfort?" asked the Lord Justice.
"Well... yes," answered the Reverend with some embarrassment. "The child couldn't take milk from a bottle."
"And so you found a nurse who was good and devoted from among your flock. One who breast fed the child?"
"Exactly."
"And then you regaled yourself, you monster, in admiration of the tits of the girl who was feeding your little bastard?"
"I even tasted of her milk to see of it was of the proper quality."
"So you sucked her nipples..."
"Yes, I sucked her nipples."
"And from these sugar plums you went down a bit farther, and then even farther, until you tasted of another female juice secreted by glands that are better hidden, more private. Isn't that right?" cried Lord Selwin in great excitement.
"Gentlemen! You are really very clever. I can't hide anything from you!" exclaimed Reverend Nicolas, laughing heartily.
The three men guffawed openly at what they had found.
"You old satyr," concluded the Lord Justice.
Then Lord Selwin looked at him with a troubled air, and asked: "And Evangeline. How old is she?"
"She just turned fourteen."
"Fourteen!"
"Yes. She is a lovely child who grew up too quickly. She looks much older than she actually is. She is already fully developed, like a girl of 15 or 16; and she is quite handsome with her black hair hanging down her back."
"But you are as blond as wheat! And your... I mean, the mother of Evangeline?" asked Lord Selwin.
"Blond too, very blond... but, you see... my three vicars, curiously enough, were all black as coal."
"Ah, very good, very good. We get it, my friend. We give you our sincere condolences for this rather... doubtful paternity."
"Alas!"
"You were saying? Excuse us for having interrupted you. This Selwin is really unsupportable!" cried Lord Strongcock.
"Ah, yes... I was saying that nothing was spoiled. Evangeline is a real beauty, with a peaches and cream complexion, big, light brown eyes, a lovely body, and legs that would damn a saint... and her skin..."
"Saint Nicolas!" burst in Lord Selwin, "you're making my mouth water. Do you live far from here?"
"Why no. Just over near Saint Elizabeth's Church."
They were silent for a while. Lord Selwin stared off into space as if lost in reverie as he sat in his chair with his hands resting on the bureau. Lord Strongcock was slouched in his arm chair, his eyes closed, blowing smoke rings with his cigarette. And Reverend Nicolas gazed at Mary with his concupiscent eyes. The girl was lying on the floor following every word of his conversation. Lord Selwin came to life with a start. His eyes lit up and fixed themselves on Reverend Nicolas, to whom he said with a hollow but authoritative voice:
"Go and bring her back, Nicolas. Find some pretext and bring her here."
The Reverend had not in the least expected this frightful proposition, and he started forward fitfully.
"But, my lord!" he protested.
"Go get her," cut in Selwin in a dry and brittle voice. "Twenty guineas are in it for you if you bring her here. Take a cab. Bring her back by Hammersmith and Brompton Roads. That will set her off the track. It is pitch black out tonight, and in 20 minutes you can be back."
He got up, went over to the fireplace, whistled into the speaking tube, and, on receiving an answer, ordered:
"Call a cab right away, Mildred."
Satisfied with the answer, he hung the instrument back on the wall. Reverend Nicolas remained where he was, with his mouth hanging open and his arms in a gesture of disbelief. He did not know what to say. He dared not flatly refuse this ignoble proposition of his sinister and debauched protector, who was also the principal fund gatherer in his parish.
Selwin got up, took him by the shoulders, shook him slightly, looked him in the eyes, and said: "Do what I told you."
The Reverend had a frightful thought, a delayed reaction that was almost one of acquiescence.
"And then what? What will she say? What will become of me?"
"Don't worry about that. We'll take care of things. Mrs. Coates will see to it quite well, both for herself and for the girl, believe me she will. And then, I believe that Lord Justice Strongcock is the honorable president and benefactor of a readjustment society for young orphans in Edinburgh. Isn't that so my lord?"
"Exactly... Exactly."
"Consequently, there won't be any difficulty in having her admitted... and, once she is there... walls don't have ears."
"All of you, you're IGNOBLE," cried Mary, who suddenly began to scream for help as if she were possessed by the devil.
"Look! Mary is coming to life. Go ahead and shout till you're blue in the face. These walls are thick and no one can hear you in here."
Reverend Nicolas still hesitated. Should he bring his daughter here and cast her out to pasture in the clutches of these libidinous and debauched men? Should he sacrifice her trust and purity in order to satisfy their baser instincts for bestial pleasure? Then, on the other hand, 20 guineas and a debauched evening such as he had never dreamed possible. Was she really HIS daughter? He had many reasons to doubt it, and so the crime of incest was not such a reality after all. And, his terrible prick was beginning to twitch strangely. There was Mary, who was at their disposition, but how much more intriguing it would be to rape his own child, or at least the one whom he supposed might be his own. Satan triumphed over his hesitation. He turned back to the company and with a heavy voice cried:
"Good... I'll go and get her. It is now 8:30, and I'll tell her that I'm taking her to the cinema. We'll be back here at 9 o'clock."
"Excellent," Lord Selwin replied dryly. "During that interval we'll have a little fun with this young wench so as to whet our appetite. When you come back, tell Mrs. Coates to show you to the room where we were before. Make sure that she lowers the curtain in front of the window if we haven't finished by then, and then I'll ask her if she hasn't some new sensational film to show us."
"See you shortly, Nicolas. Don't try to cheat us. No remorse on the way. You will only lose our esteem and your guineas, my friend."
With his head lowered slightly, the abominable lecher went out. Half an hour later he was back with the delicious Evangeline, and they were waiting in the adjoining room.
In the mean time, Mary was put to the test. She was immediately made to understand that it was useless to offer the least resistance to the satisfaction of the desires of the two men. They each had a weapon: one a stout rod and the other a horsewhip.
Mary remembered only too well the hard treatment she had received in the hands of the Colonel. Her flesh prickled her everywhere, and in places it burned her painfully, which rendered her unable to offer any real resistance. She could do nothing but pathetically plead her own cause and that of the young girl being brought in. However, she might just as well have been speaking to a stone wall. There was no hope of her softening the two men who fully intended to amuse themselves after their fashion.
First, they made her take off the bathrobe. Then, standing near her, they began prodding and feeling her rosy, naked skin with their vicious fingers.
Mary sobbed with shame, and these strangers only continued to treat her like an animal, to pat her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, and her ass and to slide their fingers down into the pubic hair and play with her timorous sexual organ which trembled between her thighs under the too-intimate caresses of the secret flesh. She was fearfully tormented by all this. She begged them not to humiliate her this way, and the more she entreated, the more they laughed at her and excited themselves by feeling up the graceful curves of the young girl.
But this was only the prologue. When the two men found themselves to be sufficiently excited, they went on to more serious business.
The Lord Justice sprawled out in his arm chair, and Mary received the order to get on her knees on the floor between his legs.
"I want you to unbutton my fly, little girl!" he ordered her with an evil grin, "and take my bird out of its cage."
His little bird! The poor girl, menaced by the rods, was overcome with shame and fear. She reached out her fingers and unbuttoned his fly. When she had reached inside his shorts, she proceeded to bring out a half-erect prick with its head sticking out of the foreskin like an old, wrinkled apple. This ugly thing gave off a frightful stench. Wholly on purpose, for the last few days, in preparation of the projected orgy, this disgusting individual had deliberately abstained from washing his private parts.
Mary drew back inadvertently. As soon as she did this, the rods rained down on her kidneys and she howled with pain and grief.
She set her hands in motion. Maladroit, inexperienced, astonished, and fearful, she made an effort to caress this dick that was a veteran of many a debauchery. The Lord Justice did not succeed in getting it fully erect, and it hung semi-limply out over his balls.
"Your tongue would help matters, little bitch. Lick my prick! Tickle me!" Such was the unheard of command given to the girl.
At the same time, Lord Selwin had gotten down on his knees behind her back, and he was arduously stroking around and between the cheeks of her ass. He brutally thrust forward his prick, and then he thrust two fingers, all wet with saliva, into her vulva, which was still painfully sensitive.
She uttered a cry of surprise and pain. He however, shook her vigorously, and managed little by little to bring out her latent pruriency.
Timidly she put out her tongue, and as the blows from the rod were still raining down on her kidneys and above her buttocks, she gave in and began to lick the infamous tool. Slowly the venerable staff hardened, became longer, and stood upright with an honest soldier's pride.
"Lick it! Tickle my prick with your tongue, Mary! Go on! Make up your mind!" and a harder blow was struck on her back.
Disgusted, realizing her disgrace and reduced to the rank of a lowly prostituted beast of pleasure, Mary hastened to begin licking and sucking his inflated gland.
Hardly had she begun doing this when she felt two thumbs spreading the cheeks of her ass and the lips of her cunt. Something hard, burning, and round thrust itself against the tender and bruised flesh, and it slowly but pitilessly forced its entry and slid skillfully into the inner depths. Lord Selwin was attacking her doggy style. Soon he felt his dick fetch up against the end of the hot and narrow gorge. He began humping in and out, controlling himself with his hips. Each time he was all the way in, his belly was resting against the protruding ass of the girl, and a rhythmic slap, slap, slap could be heard.
Mary was out of her mind and she began to slobber. Despite all her moral torments, she was nevertheless carried away by her temperament. Lord Selwin ran a skillful hand around under her stomach and tickled her clitoris, which excited her even more.
Now she sucked at the old Lord's prick with ardor, as if she had acquired a taste for it, and he was soon brought to the point of ejaculation.
When he felt his balls begin to contract and his prostrate gland begin to dilate in preparation for the coming ejaculation, he seized the girl by both ears, pressed her head between his hands and made her cry out.
"You will swallow it... all of it... do you hear! All the come juice that I am going to shoot into your rosy red throat... aah... I'm coming... I'm... coming... I'm coming... there... swallow... swallow it all... Ooh... marvelous... ecstasy... You're doing fine, Mary... swallow... all of it... more... all... all... my fuck juice."
Terribly excited by the words of his friend, Lord Selwin churned up the tight cunt and brought himself to the state where the fuck juice boiled up out of his balls and it shot out of his prick in a sticky mess.
The two men came at the same time, and Mary was not one to be left out, the poor girl. Her kidneys fluttered all over the place and the uncontrolled spasmodic contractions of her stomach showed the intensity of her physical orgasm. She panted her pleasure, her mouth full of come. The two lechers had hardly finished their little prologue when the whistle on the speaking tube sounded off.
Lord Selwin freed himself, heaved a sigh of regret, got up, and went toward the fireplace.
Mary, her tongue, her teeth, and her throat all covered with stale and sticky sperm, cried from shame and collapsed on the floor at the feet of Lord Strongcock, who was puffing like a seal, with his eyes closed, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, and his prick hanging down all covered with a mixture of spittle and come juice.
Selwin listened to what was communicated and then replied: "Ah good... they're here... fine. Tell Mrs. Coates that we would like to speak to her. Tell her to come up here."
A minute or so afterward, this woman knocked at the door.
"Dear Madam," began Lord Selwin. "I think that it would be rather piquant to entertain our two young ladies, the pussy, Mary, and the virgin, Evangeline, with some very special films. Have you received the new film which you were expecting from Hamburg?"
"My agent brought them to me just yesterday. I have three of them to show you."
"Excellent... excellent. And what are the... titles?"
"'Fun Among School Children', 'Saturday in the Convent of the Sisters of Christian Theosophy,' and 'Mysteries of the Inquisition,' and they are all three talking films."
"Ah... ah. That last title appeared to be somewhat substantial. So get the projector ready in the next room and you can show the film here. You can set the screen in front of that wall. Bring in two or three more chairs so that we can install ourselves comfortably."
"Certainly, m'lord. Which one would you like to begin with?"
"The second one seems to me to be the most interesting title for these young ladies. I have not seen these films yet, but judging from the titles I would suppose that the last one is more or less cruel and the first one of a rather... special nature."
"I shall see that your orders are fulfilled, m'lord. Could you add something extra for the projection? You know... the risks are great, and I had to pay a tidy sum to my agent to have them brought here. The customs, you know, and the shipping expenses."
"So be it, you old pimp. Here's a 50 pound note. Leave us alone now."
"M'lord... m'lord! How can I thank you?"
"By shutting up and getting out as fast as you can, and by sending the Reverend in here with his daughter."
He then turned toward Mary and said:
"Mary, run into the bathroom and put something decent on."
The girl did not have to be told twice, and after several minutes, having performed her ablutions, she came back dressed in an ample dressing gown of red wool.
In the mean time, Mildred had managed to tidy up the room a bit. She moved the bench to one side, took the praying stool away from the middle of the room, pushed the arm chair and the ordinary chair against one wall, and brought the chaise longue forward several feet. Then she hooked the rolled up screen onto the wall at the end of the room. Before leaving, she said:
"M'lord, you have only to press the button once you are settled, and all the lights will go out."
"Excellent, Mildred. You are a gem," said Lord Strongcock as he slipped her a couple of sovereigns.
The faithful woman curtsied her thanks and then disappeared.
Several seconds later, Reverend Nicolas came in, followed by his ravishing daughter. He did the honors. The young girl was very much intimidated, but very well brought up, and she bowed gracefully with a rapid genuflexion in front of the two lords.
She was simply dressed in a small navy-blue dress which just reached down to her knees. A small collar and two cuffs of white quilting were the only garnitures on her clothing. Her legs were half bare. She wore white cotton socks held tightly around her ankle by an elastic top.
The presentations completed, she looked around at the company. Mary, who looked rather exhausted, was an object of astonishment for the young girl. Here was a girl in a dressing gown at a cinema. Even if it were a private one, she did not understand very well. And why did she look so miserable, with her tired, red, and beaten eyes and her pale cheek?
Not having noticed the screen hanging from the wall but not yet unrolled, she questioned her father:
"But, Daddy, you told me we were going to the cinema?"
"Exactly," responded Lord Selwin. "You're in a private cinema, a club. There is the screen we are going to unroll. The projector is behind us in the booth. Over there near the fireplace. See the hole? We are about to witness a film that has a particularly interesting and exclusive character. I am certain that it will please you very much and greatly interest you."
The assembled gentlemen devoured their young prey with the eyes of satyrs who were about to catch hold of a tender morsel.
Evangeline was really beautiful, and from what could be seen, she had an admirably formed body. Her budding breast was just beginning to push out the front of her dress, and her behind nicely filled out the back of the cloth. Her legs were well curved and she had slender and delicate ankles.
She had creamy skin, and her black hair hung down over her shoulders. It was held simply by a knot in back of her head. Her brown eyes were set off by the long, curved lashes that showed her candor and innocence. She had cherry lips, which were slightly full and well traced, showing precocious sensualness. She was a handsome girl.
"You can have the best place, in the front row, Evangeline. Here, kneel down on this praying stool," said the Reverend.
Without hesitating, she obeyed like a good girl.
The screen was unrolled, everybody took his place, and the lights were extinguished.
The Reverend sat down on the couch and pulled Mary down beside him. The film began. The title flashed on: "Saturday in the Convent of the Sisters of Christian Theosophy."
The spectators were first shown the pupils in the convent, in the courtyard, marching two by two into a study hall, where the Mother Superior, Lady Cunigonde, met with them the last Saturday of each month at 11 a.m. to give them their grades, and if necessary, to mete out any punishment. They were accompanied by Sister Mary Angel.
Whereas Mother Cunigonde was a robust woman with a slight mustache, about fifty years of age, Sister Mary Angel was a ravishing young novice who had not had much experience in life before taking the vows.
There were three sections of pupils: the young from 12 to 14 years of age, the next of 15 and 16 years of age and those 17 and older. They entered as usual, with the youngest in front. All were dressed alike, in light grey frocks. The youngest had socks, the next oldest had half stockings and the oldest had light grey stockings.
Then they sat down at their places, and Sister Mary Angel went about through the class. The door opened, they all got up and said in unison:
"Good morning, Mother."
"Good morning, dear children," was Mother Cunigonde's immediate reply. She went and seated herself in the largest black wooden chair. Then she began to announce the results of the history and geography composition, naming the best ones in each section and congratulating them. The farther she went down the list, the more severe became her tone of voice. She inflicted some slight punishments such as taking away desserts, forbidding going out on Sunday, and other similar sentences for the lower halves of each section.
"I have something particular to say to Daisy Cunningham. Daisy, come up here," she said looking along the rows of girls. A charming little blond girl, led by Sister Mary Angel, came forward. She was timid, pale, and trembling.
"Young lady, I have no compliments to make to you. Your grades are extremely poor: two in history, one in geography, and zero in deportment. I also note that you spoke back to one of your teachers after you were reprimanded. This is not allowed. I also see in your notebook that you did not know the date when Charles VI became king. Nor do you know the date when our great queen Mary Stuart died. And when you were asked the name of the winning general at Waterloo, you answered: Cambronne. That is an unpardonable idiocy."
"In geography, you located Singapore in India, the Cape of Good Hope in South America, and what is even more serious, you said that Glasgow was the capital of Ireland. Shame upon you, young lady. Sister Mary Angel, would you please note on the black board: Daisy Cunningham - 24 blows of the rod on the backside, and of course no dessert tonight, nor tomorrow, and no going out on Sunday."
Upset and in tears, the pretty young girl resumed her place.
"Here, now, is the class average."
And the same ritual began again. First there were compliments, then reprimands followed by more or less severe punishments, continuing until the Mother Superior cried:
"Oh, what have we here? Adeline Montgomery! You, the daughter of a famous general, with such a mark in French. There are nothing but mistakes. You do not make your past participles agree with anything. You write 'chemin de f.a.i.r.e.' and 'Chato-Bryan.' You have 27 mistakes on one page of dictation. You must learn your grammar, young lady. What a mediocre student you are, and at your age! No going out on Sunday will enable you to do some catching up. Oh, what is this drawing on the margin of your notebook... how horrible. A boy... and with very few clothes on. Oh, this is shocking! You draw much better than you write. Here... comportment. Ah, another zero, and there is a notation that you were caught coming out of the lavatory with a pernicious book. This is frightful, young lady. What was the title of this book? No? You won't tell? Very well, then, you will be severely punished. You are a bad one, young lady."
She appeared to be furious, but behind it all she was delighted.
"Sister Mary Angel, write: two dozen with the rod and... two dozen with the horsewhip."
"Oh no... no... not that! I beg of you, Mother! I won't do it any more. I'll work hard... Oh... that's too much. I don't deserve that," the girl choked through her tears.
"Go back to your place, Miss Adeline," she said authoritatively to the young brunette, who buried her face in her hands and went back to her seat.
"Now we come to the class of older girls. I hope to have some compliments to make. And, in effect, the grades of this class were very good. In particular those of Miss Norah Britchley were very brilliant, as she had the maximum possible in all subjects."
However, a sealed envelope was pinned to Norah's notebook. Mother Cunigonde opened it and read what was inside. She seemed very much moved by its contents. First she paled, then she blushed, but still said nothing. After thinking for a minute, she called: "Norah, come here."
The girl, who saw nothing amiss, went forward smiling, expecting some supplementary compliment for the excellence of her work. Mother Cunigonde handed her the note, "Read it," she said.
The girl read it rapidly, blanched frightfully, lowered her eyes, and said between her teeth.
"The dirty beast, she told on me. I might have known."
"Miss Norah, I cannot let this incident pass. But this is outside of my jurisdiction. The Convent Confessor alone can decide what is to follow. I shall warn him of this."
"I want all three of you, Misses Daisy, Adeline, and Norah, at three o'clock sharp in the parlor. I thank you all, young ladies. You may go now."
She got up. The pupils filed out of the study hall.
For an instant the Mother Superior was still. Her nostrils trembled, a wicked smile twisted her lips, her eyes sparkled, and her hands were shaking.
The last Saturday in the month was the day she waited for. She shuddered with pleasure at the thought of the punishments she was going to inflict on the culprits.
The film dispensed with the hours between the end of the scene where the culprits were named and the time when punishments were meted out. The next scene took place in the parlor, a large and austere room, with stained glass windows, bars across between the beams on the ceiling from which iron lamps hung, simple chairs and benches covered with leather ran around the walls of the room. A large crucifix hung at one end of the room. At the other were two large Gothic doors. Between them was a bench on which sat the three young girls who were awaiting their punishment. The clock sounded 3:00. The door on the right opened and Mother Cunigonde came in followed by the Chaplain of the Convent, Reverend Conbite, a glabrous man with a strict air, graying hair, and a rosy face. He was corpulent and not very tall. He had comfortably prominent belly under his cassock.
"Daisy and Adeline, go into my office and wait for me," said the Mother Superior pointing to a door nearby. "Norah, come this way."
The Reverend, the Mother Superior, and Norah went out by the other door. The film followed them into the Chaplain's office. There were two successive doors, the inner one was covered with leather, and then there was a heavy curtain covering the entrance. It was an austere office, but showing a simplicity of taste. It was lighted by a stained glass window like the ones in the parlor. There was a large divan and two armchairs with ancient wooden backs, the arms of which ended in wooden balls. There were also four chairs covered with cloth to complete the furniture.
Near the fireplace a strange sort of seat - a small bench, wide and low, on legs - was pushed against the wall, its back made of nothing but a piece of curved iron about one inch in diameter in the shape of an inverted V. The back was much larger than the seat itself, and it arched downward to act as a support on the floor.
All around the room were shelves with rows and rows of handsomely bound volumes.
Father Conbite took up his habitual position behind the working table, and Mother Cunigonde seated herself on the other side of the table. Norah, her heart pounding with trepidation, was made to sit on a chair between the two adults.
"Father, I feel compelled to submit to your judgment the case of Miss Norah Britchley, one of our most brilliant students and quite a remarkable subject. I feel that the reduced means I have at my disposal and my general lack of competence in such matters do not allow me to try to broach this problem alone."
"What does it consist of, dear Mother?"
"Read this, Father." And she handed him the sheet of paper she had taken out of the envelope pinned to the girl's notebook.
The Chaplain read aloud:
"The night guardian feels herself under the obligation to single out Norah Britchley, whom she caught unawares, during her nightly inspection tour at about 4 o'clock in the morning, in the older girl's dormitory, in the act of performing a reprehensible and solitary ritual. Miss Britchley had cast the covers down to the foot of her bed, not thinking that she would be seen at such an hour. Her actions leave no doubt as to the wicked and pernicious habits this girl has acquired and it would be of utmost interest to drive home the gravity of her act, for the sake of both her health and her morality as well as those of her school mates." The note was signed, Sister Stanislas.
The Chaplain sat the paper down in front of him and fixed a baleful eye on young Norah from across the top of his spectacles. She, in turn, had lowered her head and was blushing all over.
The Chaplain asked her:
"My dear child, I want you to answer my questions frankly."
"Yes, Father," she replied.
"Exactly what were you doing when you were surprised by Sister Stanislas? Her written information is not completely clear, and I must know."
"And feeling too hot, you had thrown off the cover."
"Undoubtedly."
"Your legs, how were they? Curled up, or stretched out?"
"Stretched out, I think, but then I was half asleep. Just before that I had woken up after a dream, a nightmare, which had left me all shaken. I don't remember very well."
"Ah, you were all excited. And would it be possible to know the subject of your... reveries?"
"Oh... ah... yes, of course, Father."
"Then tell us. We are listening."
"Oh... it was a dream like one we all have. I was in a wonderful castle, somewhat of a prisoner, and my handsome Prince Charming came galloping up on his horse to deliver me from the old witch who was holding me there."
"Fine, fine. Go on."
"Then my handsome knight fastened the reins of his horse to a tree next to the house. I waited for him, impatiently, with my heart beating, standing near the window. Silently he climbed up with the aid of the ivy vines. He came up to my balcony, came over the railing and into my room. I fell into his arms, overcome with happiness. I hugged him, he hugged me and he... he..."
"Come on. And then what? You are very romantic in your dreams, my dear child. Go on. Don't be afraid. We are here to help you."
She hesitated for a few minutes, but he insisted, as also did Mother Cunigonde. The girl was somewhat fearful, and she ended up by telling.
"And he... he kissed me... on the lips. I felt myself melting in his arms. After that, I don't remember any more, and I woke up all excited. I was sweating and my body was damp."
"And," cut in Mother Cunigonde, "what she won't tell you, Father - I found out by lengthily questioning Sister Stanislas - is that she was ardently entwined with her pillow, with one hand pressing hard and rubbing between her tightly closed thighs, while the other hand was stroking her bare breast. She had pulled her night shirt up over her stomach, and she had slid off the shoulder straps. She was naked, or almost so, pressing the pillow against her body between her legs and deriving considerable pleasure from this. The sighs and grunts that were heard left no doubt as to her state of sensual exhilaration. This shameless girl, Father, was wallowing in intense and solitary pleasure; and it was most certainly not the first time. Her dream, let me tell you, is nothing but a lie."
Mother Cunigonde appeared to be furious. She had spoken rapidly, almost all in one breath, half rising from her chair, one fist pushing against the table and the other arm gesticulating; she was using her finger or her open hand to punctuate her accusation. She continued excitedly:
"She deserves exemplary treatment. She has to be cured of this vice, that's for certain, but first she must be punished as she never has been punished before. Oh, she should be made to remember what it costs to become a licentious and vicious little creature. Soon she will begin dragging others down after her. That would be the limit; my school becoming an offshoot of Gomorrah. The cult of Aphrodite would reign and destroy all the good education which we take such pains to instill in them."
Norah was terrified. She had never seen the Mother Superior in such a state. She trembled with fear. These vague menaces seemed more fearful to her than did the price which she was going to have to pay.
"You are right, my good Mother. We must do something about this. First, Norah, do you admit the truth of these events?"
She nodded her head, and lowered her gaze toward the floor.
"And... was it the... first time?"
She made no answer, but instead heaved a heavy sigh.
"I asked you; was it the first time?"
"Of course not, Father. Her silence is worse than an avowal," burst in Mother Cunigonde.
"Have you been... fingering it for some time now?"
No answer.
"How long? One month...? Three...? Six...? More?"
She nodded affirmatively.
"How old were you, ahem - pardon me, I must ask - when you began fingering yourself between your legs, my child?"
She decided to admit everything.
"Since... since... I was about 11 years old, Father."
"Heavens!" The Chaplain could not keep himself from exclaiming. He too began to get in an aroused state, as could be seen from the large hump that began to rise between his legs, even though he was sitting down.
These scenes were very well photographed. They were shot from every possible angle and from all distances, and the protagonists were shown under all aspects.
"It is time to do something, if it is not already too late. At any rate, my child, don't be scandalized, but we must examine you. I was a doctor before becoming... what I am. Consequently don't take offense at what we are going to do. Come over here, near the sofa. Cunigonde, undress her."
Norah leaped to her feet in protest. "Undress me! Why? What for? I'm not... I don't want... Mother! Mother! Leave me alone! You have no right to...!"
"No arguments, little one. The Chaplain gave an order, and I intend to carry it out. We are going to examine you, medically speaking, that is. We must watch over the state of your health."
During this scene, the Chaplain had risen to his feet, gone over to a small stand and come back with a glass in his hand. He unlocked his desk and took out a bottle of brandy and a small flask of colorless liquid. He put about 10 drops of this into the glass.
Norah was still struggling. Mother Cunigonde struck her on the arm and on the head, and pulled her by the hand.
She cried out in anger:
"It's useless to try to run away or to struggle. You're shut in here, and you won't get out of this room until we let you out. And also, the walls are thick and the door is doubled, so you can scream your fool head off and no one will hear you. So you can cut out the shouting and get undressed. Naked... do you understand...? Take off all your clothes... even the medallions from around your neck... that's it... completely naked. Then we'll examine you and look you over as we please. Hold still there!"
The Chaplain, his short-sighted eyes shining out from behind his thick glasses, came toward her. He held the glass in his hand.
"Here child. Drink this. This will make you feel better... calm you down. It's good for you. I put a few drops of sedative in the glass," he said with his unctuous voice.
The sedative was, in reality, the concentrated extract of Spanish fly. Norah stopped struggling for an instant. With a trembling hand, she took the glass from the priest and drank its contents jerkily, in little mouthfuls, making some childish grimaces. Naturally, she was not used to drinking any alcohol. When she had finished, she set the glass on the bureau.
"There you go. Now show some signs of life. Undress yourself, Norah, or we'll have to do it for you, and we don't want to tear your clothing if we can help it," said Mother Cunigonde.
"Oh, please, Mother. Have pity on me. Don't ask me to do that. Oh, Father, you can't make me do that. It's awful. What do you want to do with me? Can't you examine me... like I am?"
"Take off your dress and then we'll see. Perhaps we can arrange something," said the old trickster.
She fell into the trap. Helped by Mother Cunigonde, she unbuttoned her dress down the back, slid her arms out of the sleeves, and stopped there, looking wonderfully charming in her light underclothing. The strict convent rules only applied to the exterior uniform, the stockings, shoes and hat. The rest was up to the parents of the girls, and Norah's mother, who was rich and elegant, had spoiled her daughter. Her underclothing was of fine silk trimmed with lace. She of course wore no corset, but just a little belt, which pressed against her thighs and held up her stockings. She was absolutely ravishing in her scanty lace and silk.
Somewhat agitated by the slowness of the operation, Mother Cunigonde made a surprise movement and caused her dress to slide down to the floor. Norah uttered a little cry and tried to pull up her dress. But the Chaplain seized hold of her quickly with his hands, preventing her from bending over to reach the dress. He held her with his hands behind her back. The Mother Superior hesitated no longer; she unfastened the garters, and despite the contortions of the girl, slid the belt down to the floor. Before the unwary girl had time to react, the Mother Superior had also drawn the string holding up the panties, and they too fell down to her ankles. Then with one quick motion, she took the girl's slip at the bottom and whipped it up and off over the girl's head.
Norah howled with shame, feeling herself completely naked in front of these two villains, but she was not given the time to think for a second nor to protest to any extent. They brutally pushed her against the sofa where she fell over on her back. The Chaplain held her wrists together above her head and he attached them with two leather straps fixed into the wall. At the same time, Mother Cunigonde ripped off the slippers and then the stocking, which was the only article of clothing remaining on the girl.
The poor little thing writhed her body in all directions, trying everything she could to shake loose from their clutches, but they were much too strong for her, and she was completely at their mercy. She screamed and cried, supplicated, implored, and promised to do anything if only they would let her alone.
In the twinkling of an eye, they tied her ankles to the other end of the sofa, and she lay there, stretched out and winded, powerless and naked. She had a crying fit and she moaned ceaselessly. The only thing that had not been removed from her body was the slender chain of medallions that she wore around her neck.
"You're a tough one, little idiot," cried Mother Cunigonde, who was perspiring freely. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and brushed off the drops of perspirations resulting from the efforts she had made to subdue the little devil.
"And there you are... all tied up now."
The Chaplain got down on his knees and with his concupiscent eyes carefully examined the milky body stretched out before him.
Norah was panting, and her lovely breasts, which were high-cupped and firm, heaved up and down rapidly.
He began to touch the peaches and cream flesh of the young maiden. His eyes sparkled and his nostrils flared perceptibly as he inhaled the moist odor of this faultless body. His nose made the journey from one armpit to the other, which gave off a chaste smell from the small tufts of hair growing there, and then he stopped in between, fingering the nipples of her breasts. He noted that they had come out of their shells, that they were pointed and hard. Norah shuddered under his touch.
Suddenly, a strange languor seemed to overcome her, and the gentle titillation of his exploring fingers had the curious effect of opening up and making blossom the secret parts of the young victim. The drug had taken effect and was acting strongly on the solid and healthy temperament of the girl who had already felt the distant call of sexual orgasm.
Sensing a slight and involuntary spreading of her thighs, he ceased his caresses. He leaned over, screwed his cupped ear over the snowy hill of her left breast like a lemon squeezed, and listened to the little heart, which, overcome by fear and artificial excitement, was pitter-pattering in anticipation.
Gently he pinched her cheek, as doctors do, but for him it was a rare and sensual sensation to touch her skin, which was as smooth as the petal of a flower. His gaze crept down over her thorax to her stomach, and it rested on her tender navel. He extended a finger, tickled the outside rim, and then pushed on into the depths of the sensitive hollow.
Surprised, Norah cried out, and without realizing it, she spread apart her legs as far as the cords would allow. He looked on down and perceived the slope and the undergrowth that covered Mount Venus. He decreased the pressure of his finger and drew it slowly up the length of her stomach, and her legs stayed open. He continued to delicately stroke the smooth skin, and soon he had moved his hand to the critical area, and his fingers crept in among the short, thick-set, and silky hairs.
Mother Cunigonde was still standing at the end of the sofa. She plunged her gaze down toward this unveiled virginity. She was without reserve in her admiration of the perfect outline of the untouched and palpitating slot. Norah had ceased to react. She appeared to have collapsed, and she let them do what they wanted. Ardent tremors began to run through her veins, and her limbs were shaken by intense spasms, which also shook her nipples and her lower stomach.
Her cunt began to be animated by spasmodic contractions, and it became moist to the touch. Desire, unknown desire, the orgasmic flame, began burning inside of her body, penetrating into the depths of her very soul.
His hand descended slightly farther. One finger reached out toward the moist vulva and penetrated into the opening crevasse. It pressed on into this newly turned furrow and separated the virgin walls until it came up against the stretched and hard membrane of the excited clitoris.
From the depths of her throat, Norah heaved out a long, heavy groan. Mother Cunigonde freed her ankles, knelt down at the foot of the sofa, and raised the girl's knees slightly, spreading them apart so that the enraptured cunt would be more accessible to the man's touch and gaze. The drug had taken effect. Norah was fully in heat, and the only thing left to do was to gratify her thirst for satisfaction.
The Mother Superior thrust her face forward, hesitated for an instant, and then suddenly placed a glutton's kiss on the virginal vagina, and then she immediately began to peck away with her tongue at the exposed cunt lips. So as to better get at her prey, she pushed the girl's legs farther back and exposed, in a monstrously indecent manner, the writhing twat. She lapped at the pink protuberance below, and with little pecking motions of her lips she brought her tongue into the middle of the contracted opening.
Norah panted and shook all over in heat. She arched her stomach and brought her kidneys into play, thus better offering herself to the immoral caresses.
Father Conbite again plunged his finger into the umbilical aperture, which tore a moan of suffering or pleasure from the unfortunate girl. Then he slid his hand downward rapidly and grabbed the whole twat with his fist. The palm of his hand came away soaked with the abundance of fluids exuded by the virginal cunt. He seized the clitoris and began to shake it with one hand, while the other was squeezing and rubbing one of her tits. At the same time he chewed and licked at the other tit.
Under the affect of the quadruple excitement, Norah burst. She was completely beside herself with frenzy, belching up incoherent cries, arching her back and contracting her muscles. She blew an odiferous fart right into the mouth of the horrible woman, which did nothing to daunt the activity of the latter. The unleashed girl howled her pleasure, and finally, completely beside herself, had such a violent spasm that if she had not been firmly attached, she most surely would have rolled onto the floor. Her breasts were swollen and their turgid nipples were almost double their normal size. Her vulva was in a frenzy of activity, opening and closing in rapid sequence. Her stomach billowed out with demonic contractions. Never had either of the two members of the cloth seen such an unleashing of sensuality. The girl continued to moan like a woman at the final extremities of sexual orgasm. As soon as one spasm died down, another rose to take its place. Mother Cunigonde, in an absolute fury of excitement underneath her skirts, continued to work away at the frenetic cunt with her skilled tongue. She lapped and licked the fluid which continuously oozed out from the crazed cunt.
"I can't hold it any longer!" Father Conbite cried suddenly. "Let her calm down for an instant. Don't fan this impure fire for a bit. Prepare the praying stool, here, beside the sofa. Now let's flagellate her for a while. After the joy and the pleasure comes the pain, and then the pleasure by way of pain, and so the cycle will be complete."
He undid the thongs holding her wrists. Norah lay stretched out, breathing hard, but inert, her eyes closed, her head inclined to the side and her lovely auburn hair spread in disarray over the pillow. Every now and then slight shudders continued to shake her and to make her contract all her muscles. Her breasts remained hard, and the nipples were still pointed.
He brought over the praying stool. They raised up the half-unconscious Norah.
"Kneel down," they commanded her.
As if inebriated, without realizing what she was doing, her head pounding with fire, she obeyed them. Immediately they fastened her wrists to either end of the cross bar.
The Chaplain bent down and began to turn a small crank in the front of the seat. This seat separated into two parts, with the gearing mechanism hidden under the leather of the stool. The smooth surface of the seat frustrated all the efforts Norah made to keep her legs together. When this operation was completed, she was fixed spread-eagle there, with her knees about two feet apart.
It was then an easy matter for the two fiends to lead a leather thong around her shins and fasten it to hooks on either side of this rather extraordinary praying stool. Then the Chaplain cranked back the inclined planes of the stool's seat.
In this way, Norah exposed her whole body defenselessly. Her inner thighs were spread out and she was entirely at their disposition. Her body was in an almost vertical position, but if necessary the metallic support could be adjusted to lean her forward or backward as her executioners so desired. It seems that this instrument of torture had once been used during the Spanish Inquisition, and since then it had been perfected with modern methods. Her stomach, the upper part of her thighs, her breasts, and her arms were all prominently displayed. Norah cried out with fear. She had no idea why she had been tied up this way. However, she very quickly began to find out the goals of her tormentors.
"You acted like a slut!" cried the Mother Superior. "Like a shameless and licentious creature... like a girl who cannot control her sensuality! Why, just a few minutes ago, you showed us your temperament of unbridled eroticism, Norah. But when left to your own devices you go at it all by yourself, and with your pillow at that, like the vicious girl you are. Even yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, for these many years you have gotten into the habit of practicing your solitary vice. So then, this vice... we are, going to try to cut out of your hot bitch's stomach."
She continued in the same vein, "Father Conbite and I, we're first going to administer 60 blows with the rod, 30 apiece, and afterward, when you are all softened up, well heated up all over your body... after this, to cure you... he's going to make a woman out of you, Norah. He's going to fuck you! He will be your Prince Charming, the one in your dreams, and when you once again collapse under our caresses, he is going to use his stiff tool to penetrate by force into the virginal flesh of your cunt. Ha... ha... ha... you'll be well serviced. And I can assure you that that'll cure you of your libidinous desires to satisfy yourself all alone, against the rules of nature."
The Mother Superior got more and more worked up and excited as her own words continued to tumble out.
"Yes, you, a young virgin, we're going to make a woman out of you... a real woman... by breaking open your cherry and forcing apart the virginal flesh, by plowing into your vagina, by forcing the way into your matrix, by fertilizing it in a natural way. This is your fate... this is the penalty you must pay for your sins... now you know!"
Then, turning to the Chaplain, she said, "A little patience, Father... to work now... and be sure to impale her pitilessly. I'll leave you the back. I'll start by stroking her belly, her thighs, and breasts... aah... if that doesn't warm her up again, and if she doesn't come ten times in a row after we have warmed up her circulation like that, then I'd let myself be raped by a whole regiment of Horse Guards!"
"Calm yourself! Don't overdo things, Mother!" cried Father Conbite, somewhat outraged by her show of indecency.
Mother Cunigonde undid the long cord that she wore around her waist and that hung down the length of her left leg. It was not a particularly closely woven cotton cord, no thicker than a finger. She folded it in four lengths and used it as an instrument of flagellation.
For his part, Father Conbite had selected, from the dozen he kept in one of the drawers of his desk, a handsome rod, long and slender made out of a supple branch. It was a light weapon, one that would not wound any more than would a nun's cord.
They took up their positions on either side of the prisoner, he behind and she in front, and they began to strike the girl. The Mother Superior began with the outstretched arms, going from the wrist to the shoulder. At each blow, the four strands curled themselves around the delicate flesh leaving four red marks on the outraged skin.
On his side, the Chaplain began with the calves and the thighs. Carefully and forcefully he placed one blow beside the other as he mounted toward the center of the body. He began with the right side, and then went back and did the left one.
There was something extravagant in Norah's cries and contortions. She was tied by the shins and the wrists, which left the rest of her body free to twist and turn in all directions.
Before they had completed ten lashes, Mother Cunigonde cried out, "She makes too much noise with her howling. Let's gag her!"
Once this operation had been performed, the unfortunate girl could do nothing but moan through the folded towel covering her mouth. The two tormentors were excessively excited by her crazed contortions, her exaggerated hip movements, her plunging forward and her brutal backward motions, depending on which one of the two struck her. It was a lewdly satanic picture to see the girl's lovely body jiggle, arch, and twist itself in such a lascivious manner under the blows.
The pretty breasts flung themselves about in all directions as they were lashed several times by the quadruple cord. Their nipples turned an angry red. Her back was covered with marks from her shoulders all the way down to the point where her coquettish ass jutted out, and her legs and thighs had taken on a deep pink color. Up to this time the two experts had left untouched the ass and the stomach, which were still creamy white. This was the dessert, the most succulent dish saved for last.
"Let's blindfold her!" the Chaplain cried suddenly.
She had a minute of repose, during which she begged them with her eyes, as she emitted muffled and unintelligible sounds through the gag. Her eyes rolled around in their orbits and she defended herself so well by jerking her head around in all directions that they had to try three times before they finally succeeded in blindfolding her.
Then began the final act of the drama. Both at the same time, in rhythm, on the stomach in front and on the jellied flesh of her ass behind, the last 10 lashes fell, violently and well-spaced.
The flames of hell devoured the tender flesh of the poor girl. Her skin was red all over, striated with violent marks, but there was not a single open wound, not a drop of blood. Her flesh was still entirely intact.
"Set up the rest and swing her forward."
What she called the "rest" was a rod holding up a horizontal bar in the shape of a half-moon. This rod was set into a hole in the middle of the front of the praying stool. The curved part of the rest was to uphold the abdomen of the girl at about the height of the navel.
The rest was set in place. Then they unblocked the mechanism and swung forward what could be called the back of the praying stool, to which were tied the two wrists of the patient. She was tilted forward so that her stomach came in contact with the rest, and it was fastened there by a strap.
Norah lay half suspended in mid-air, with her hands held against the cross-bar of the stool's back, and her stomach held against the rest, her back more inclined than horizontal and the cheeks of her ass outrageously opened.
It could have been that her cunt was bubbling intensely; in between her legs the flesh around the desired slit, which had remained white, was now convulsing and becoming red with excitement. The little hole was moved by constant contraction. All the details of this effervescent sexuality were shown to advantage by means of a frightening close-up.
"It appears to me, Father, that there is one part neglected by your rod," cried the Mother Superior, pointing her finger toward the exposed area. "The skin is all white in the slot from her cunt hairs all the way up to her coccyx. I think that it would do her good to finish the job we started. You take care of that angle, and I'll finish off her tits. We can't leave undone what we started... patience, Father... only a couple of minutes more."
She placed herself beside the suspended girl, took up her cords, and began to flagellate the well-exposed nipples. During this time, the Chaplain skillfully lashed the sexual parts, producing frightful bounds and muscular contractions.
All her muscles contracted in an ultimate effort to defend herself. From the right, from the left, from above and from below, the vicious lashes left their traitorous kisses on the most tender parts of her flesh.
It was then that there was a slight incident. The little anus could be seen pushed out by the effort; then suddenly, it began to vibrate, opened up part way, and a noisy fart threw out some of her intestines, followed by a bit of fecal matter, which ran down onto the praying stool.
The Chaplain was furious at this utter incongruity. He came up from below with a violent blow right in the middle of the vulva. Her body contracted and then immediately relaxed, which provoked another accident.
Unable to control her acts, Norah let her little fountain run its course, and the golden jet shot out straight, given her position, and then curved down toward the rug in a gracious arabesque.
"Look! Look, Mother Cunigonde!" cried the Chaplain. "She is pissing... she is pissing! Oh how disgusting... and on the rug!"
Norah must surely have heard what he said. Despite the ocean of miseries through which she was swimming, this new shame overwhelmed her. She made a superhuman effort, and the little jet ceased flowing.
The Chaplain could restrain himself no longer. He quickly unbuttoned his cassock from the hem to the waist, and raised it up and tucked it under his belt. His legs were bare, and his horrible cock could be seen.
Ah, the Mother Superior had been quite right when she had said that Norah would be copiously serviced. What a prick! What a gland! What a joyous weapon! It jutted out of his groin like the mast of a ship. The prick was not overly long, but it was thick and husky, and at the end it was ornamented with a Machiavellic mushroom. It was evident that this tool required hot and juicy women for satisfactory fornication.
He drew near and sank to his knees between the legs of the unfortunate girl. He brought his hungry dick in contact with her inflamed slot.
"Not so quickly, my friend. You won't get in that way. Think... she's still a virgin. Her cunt has not yet been reamed out like mine, and, God knows, even I have difficulty taking you on."
After saying this, the Mother Superior took from the desk a small jar of fine, liquid lubricant. She copiously dosed the monstrous rod, and to finish things off, she dipped her well-anointed fingers into the vestibule of the vulva. She pushed her middle finger against the hymen, sought the little opening, pushed, and forced her finger in, enlarging the narrow passage by forcing the walls apart. Her finger came out all bloody. Norah had uttered a horrible groan from the sharp pain of this intimate violation.
"It's your turn now, and good luck," she said laughing.
The Chaplain coupled up with Norah. He grabbed her around the waist with his hands covering the cheeks of her ass, and he pushed desperately with his hard-on against the little opening. But he could not get it in. The difference in size between the two organs, the weird, flattened form of his tool and the smallness of her cunt, prevented him from succeeding.
Fortunately, Mother Cunigonde came to his rescue. With the thumb and fingers of one hand, she spread to the maximum the still unaccustomed cunt lips, and seizing hold of the cock, she guided it to the proper spot. The end of the foreskin went in between the lips.
"Now... go ahead... push... push hard," she told him.
He pushed, braced himself, and pulled with his arms. Suddenly everything slid over to the side.
"Clumsy!" cried Mother Cunigonde. "What would you do without me? You'd be in a fine pickle with this tiny-cunted virgin and your enormous crowbar that can't find its way in."
She began again, spreading apart the entrance as far as she could, and again placed his prick into the slot, and then she exclaimed:
"Don't budge! Me, I'm going to make you enter this resistant cunt."
She seized a horsewhip from one of the desk drawers and, bracing herself, she delivered a whopping blow on the ass of the Chaplain. A triple cry sounded forth: the Chaplain from surprise, Norah from the atrocious anguish of the piercing pain, and Mother Cunigonde from joy and triumph at seeing her strategy succeed.
Under the violent blow, the Chaplain had lunged forward, and he had overcome all the proffered resistance with his formidable thrust.
The narrow sheath was dilated to its extremity, the cherry had burst wide apart, and, with the aid of the lubricating fluid, the battering ram had furrowed a passage.
With grandiose alternation, the piston churned in the narrow cylinder, and in a short time it violently ejaculated its flood of boiling sperm. The virgin female was for the first time fertilized by the male.
Norah was quickly untied and carried over to the chaise longue, over which Mother Cunigonde had spread a bathrobe. She was unconscious, pale, and defeated. Mother Cunigonde rapidly sponged her bloody cunt, which was all sticky with mucus and sperm. These were only the natural damages, and with a fine sponge and soapy water she carefully washed the external parts. Then, sliding a basin under the girl's ass, she administered internal washings with a special rubber syringe filled with warm milk mixed with several drops of a disinfectant.
The Chaplain was enjoying his recent pleasure. He was seated in his arm chair with a fully satisfied air at the thought of his glorious exploit. From time to time he rubbed his itching ass, which helped him to meditate on the treatment he so much enjoyed administering to his little protectorates.
The Mother Superior rang, and Sister Mary Angel came in by a door at the end of the room.
"She has had her fill for today, Mary Angel. Take her to the infirmary for a couple of days. Then put her in a private room. She won't sleep in the dormitory any more. That will make things easier for us if we want to... visit her. I leave her in your care."
Before leaving the room, the Mother Superior spoke to the Chaplain.
"Are you satisfied, my friend?"
"Very. It was a very interesting experiment, but the Spanish fly will continue to have an effect on her for another day or so, and I believe that I..."
"No, no, my friend. She needs to rest. The shock was considerable, and the Spanish fly will continue to tickle her for a while. Don't get impatient. Mary Angel will derive great pleasure in caring for her."
"Yes, I suppose you're right, but, for my own self, my Dear Mother, all this has just made my mouth water and I am far from having 'my account settled,' as you would say."
"Don't worry about that. I still have two more victims to be punished. Daisy Cunningham, who is due 24 blows of the rod, and Adeline Montgomery, a charming brunette, who will take double that number. While I am taking care of Daisy, you can do what you want with Adeline. Why don't you call in Sister Mary Angel, if you want, and you can entertain yourself at will with this girl, who was caught reading Aphrodite , that delightful book by Mr. Louys? I have been informed that she lost her virginity some time ago, although she has never, I think, been fucked by any man. Get her to tell you her story. It should be quite amusing. You can relate it all to me at supper."
Thus it was decided. The Mother Superior left the room and went into her office which was adjacent to that of the Chaplain's and furnished in exactly the same way. She rearranged her dress somewhat, retied her belt, washed her face and hands with water, opened the door to the parlor, and called out:
"Daisy. Come into my office. This way," she said, indicating the open door behind her. "As for you, Adeline, our Chaplain, Father Conbite, would like to have a word with you. Go in that door, but don't forget to knock first."
The younger girl was quite upset, but Adeline was even more frightened when she learned that she was to be punished by the Chaplain, because he had the reputation of being very severe. Nevertheless, she obeyed, knocked at the door, waited an answer like a good girl, and then went in. Heavily, with a muffled sound, the large door closed behind her. Mother Cunigonde had an enigmatic smile on her face, and taking Daisy by the hand, she drew her into the office.
The film was interrupted at this point and a title flashed on the screen asking the spectators to be patient while the second reel was set in place.
Someone turned on the light in the room, and a strange spectacle could be seen. We have to go back a while to explain this, as the recounting of the actions of the film has prevented the describing of the events that took place in the room during the showing. It should be remembered that Reverend Nicolas had made Evangeline kneel down on the praying stool, and then he had drawn Mary down beside him on the couch. Lord Selwin had seated himself near Evangeline, on a chair just behind her left side, and the Lord Justice was in the arm-chair on the other side of the girl. Thus, Evangeline was between the two Lords. Surreptitiously, Lord Selwin set in action the device that immobilized the wrists of the girl. She uttered a little cry of surprise, but was quickly hushed, and the film began, with the march of the girls into the assembly hall to receive their monthly grades.
Since she remained still, intrigued by what was going on on the screen, they went no farther for the moment, and they left her knees free.
In the beginning, they made no movement that might alarm, but Reverend Nicolas had taken Mary and undone her belt. He was feeling the inside and the outside of her thigh, but without pushing things too far. The girl made no protest, but gazed at the screen with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.
A few banal remarks were made. The assembled gentlemen commented, in low voices, on the costumes, the prettiness of the marching students, and the incidents of the film. Several of the girls were singled out as being particularly desirable. These appreciative remarks were redoubled when the three pupils to be punished stood before the Mother Superior. Evidently these three girls were very pretty, well-formed and particularly attractive.
Upon the announcement of the punishment, Evangeline exclaimed, "Oh, she isn't really going to whip them... not truly!"
"But of course... but of course," said Reverend Nicolas.
"Weren't you ever punished when you were in school, Evangeline?" asked the Lord Justice.
The girl replied evasively.
"I'm sure that you were spanked by your school mistress," piped up Lord Selwin.
"Tell us the truth, Evangeline. Anyway, we know very well what went on," bluffed her father.
"Oh... they told you...?" the girl cried with a troubled air.
"Of course. A father must know everything and see everything. And that is why, in a little while, I am going to ask you to..."
"Enough!" sharply cut in the Lord Justice. "Hold your tongue, Reverend. We can't follow this excellent film if you don't keep quiet. God, the photography is good. It is almost as though one were really there in the act of looking at living people."
"It appears that this is a German film, and that it was made on the sly for certain of the rulers of the Reich. Afterwards, it was dubbed in several languages. It is a rare object. An important and licentious Marshal had not only ordered the film to be made, but he was able to recruit the actors by paying them exceptionally high salaries to perform these somewhat exceptional roles. As for the three young girls we are going to admire, they thought that they were playing in a comedy. They had no idea of the tragedy in store for them. At least that is what the notice accompanying the film says."
These explanations were given by Mrs. Coates, who was following the projection from the adjoining room, and who could communicate to the viewers through a shutter between the two rooms.
The film went on, the punishments had been read out, and we arrive at the moment when Norah was introduced into the office of Father Conbite.
When he had read the denunciation written by Sister Stanislas, which of course was understood in its true sense by neither Mary nor Evangeline, there were muffled laughs and snide remarks from the men in the room. However, the precise explanations of the Mother Superior were sufficiently clear for Mary to understand them, even if Evangeline could not as yet.
Reverend Nicolas pressed the girl tighter to him, and he slid his hand under her bath robe and touched her bare breast. She tried to resist, uttered a little cry, and blushed deeply when Evangeline turned toward her. The girl could see nothing in the darkness of the room, and Reverend Nicolas whispered into Mary's ear that she had better keep quiet if she didn't want to draw the attention of the other spectators to her. He also profited from this occasion to suck her ear lobe and to lick her neck, which made her tremble.
The film continued, and Evangeline cried out:
"Oh, how wicked she looks, the Mother Superior. I too would be afraid of such a severe looking woman... oh dear!"
The young girl was very much interested in the intimate questions asked by Father Conbite and by the comments of Mother Cunigonde, but she still didn't really understand what was going on. Mary began to feel rather uncomfortable, first by the exchange of conversation in the film, and then by the more and more pressing caresses of her partner.
A strange atmosphere of voluptuousness stole over the room. Little by little Mary let herself become involved in the subject of the film, and she felt a strange sensation stealing over her. It excited her to watch a third person being punished. She kept her feelings to herself, or at least she thought that they were hidden from the others, and when Father Conbite gave Mother Cunigonde the command to undress Norah, Mary could not keep herself from shuddering and from getting moist between her legs.
The little Evangeline was indignant.
"She can't do that. It's shameful. In front of the Chaplain... oh... Papa... Papa. I don't want to watch that... it's too shocking. Why have you tied my hands to this seat? I want to leave. I don't want to stay here. I'm frightened... oh... ooh... ooh!"
"You be a good girl, Evangeline, and stay where you are. You'll see what it's all about in a little while," said Reverend Nicolas snickering. "You might as well get used to it."
She uttered little horrified cries as the scene progressed. When Norah was at last naked before her tormentors and crying with shame, another cry of shame and stupor came from the lips of the innocent Evangeline, who was so moved and shocked that she began to cry, lowering her head onto the back of the stool between her tied hands.
The men were very much excited. Mary fell backward into the arms of Reverend Nicolas, turned her face up to him and offered him her lips in a passionate kiss. He immediately took advantage of the animated state of the girl by sliding his hand between the folds of the bath-robe, reaching down between her thighs, and beginning to finger her twat. She jumped, but did not defend herself. On the contrary, she lasciviously spread her legs.
Lord Selwin and Lord Strongcock began to feel their hackles rising. They took advantage of Evangeline's tears and, when she was not paying attention, they buckled a leather strap around her calves and down under the praying stool, which rendered her completely motionless.
At first she did not perceive what had happened, as they had not tightened the strap all the way. She decided to raise her head and watch the screen. A sort of morbid curiosity got the better of her. This was exactly the moment when Norah was being heated up to fever pitch by the Chaplain and when Mother Cunigonde raised her legs, spread them far apart, and plunged her animal nose in between the legs of the unfortunate girl whose enamored cunt was turbulent with perverse desire.
"Oh, what a horrible woman!" cried Evangeline. "Papa... Papa... take me away from here. Untie my hands. I want to leave. I don't want to see these horrible things anymore. It's too much."
But the Reverend did not budge. He was much too much occupied with Mary, who was abandoning herself to his insidious caresses, and who didn't realize very well anymore where she was, and who slowly but surely lost her self control.
Lord Selwin had leaned forward, had drawn up the skirt covering Evangeline's lower body, and with trembling fingers he was attempting to unbutton her panties. The little girl uttered a piping cry and went into a desperate but useless struggle to free herself from the ties that bound her and to prevent the Lord from baring her backside. But soon the delightful cheeks, round, creamy, and very plump for a girl of her age, were exposed in all their nakedness to the libidinous regards of the three gentlemen.
The Lord Justice drew near to the girl so as better to make out in the twilight the freshness of the juvenile skin. He seized her hair in his fist, raised her dark head, and cried brutally:
"Look, Evangeline! Look at that!"
The poor young thing, utterly terrified, opened her eyes wide and fixed her gaze on the screen. She let loose a cry that mingled with those of Norah, who at this very instant was undergoing the beginning of her rigorous flagellation, as she was defenselessly tied to the trick stool.
The panting Evangeline was unable to tear her childish eyes away from the curious and cruel spectacle which unfolded on the screen in front of her. The film continued, and when, several moments later, Father Conbite opened his cossack and unveiled his cock in an extreme state of erection to those innocent eyes, Evangeline gave forth another groan of fright and immediately lowered her eyelids. However, driven by her instincts, which were morbidly stronger than her will, she could not keep herself from directing her gaze toward the scene unfolding itself before her. Pale and trembling, for the first time in her short existence, she watched the performing of the life-giving act between man and woman.
She was horrified, and she trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to close her eyes, to cry out her shame and her wounded innocence, to flee far away, but exhausted, without force, overwhelmed by horror and humiliation, she remained motionless, her eyes wide open, fascinated. She did not even notice that, profiting from the morbid state in which she found herself, she had been stripped of all her clothing, piece by piece, and that she was kneeling, completely naked. It was only at the end of the scene, when the film stopped, that she realized what state she was in. As soon as the Lord Justice let go of her hair, she gazed around herself with wide eyes, and she suddenly became aware of her total nudity.
A veritable cry of agony poured from her young throat, and her little body, at the limit of its forces, collapsed on the seat lifeless. She lost consciousness.
Then followed a veritable feast. Profiting from her blacking out, the two Lords began the most shameless poking and pushing of her young and healthy body, which was now defenseless. They amused themselves by running their vicious hands over the satiny skin, sliding their moist and avid fingers into the most intimate corners.
No hair had as yet begun to sprout in her armpits, and only a slight down had begun to appear around the pubic region. The two men were unleashed. Their avid eyes bulged out, devouring the milky skin with satiric and hungry regards.
Their hands grabbed hold of her shoulders, squeezed the fleshy parts of her arms, and pressed the budding breasts, which were as hard as ripe apples. They pinched the roundness of her buttocks, and then slid on down the length of her meaty thighs, and so on down to her nicely curved calves. Then they slowly worked their way back up and finally found their way into the warm and exciting crack, which was palpitating with virginal intimacy, the desirable sexual slit, which had never before known any foreign touch other than the caress of the sponge in the girl's daily ablutions.
Soon they leaned over, and with their mouths they ardently kissed the smooth skin of her back, her neck, her arms, and her belly, while the 20 fingers continued to play with her breasts and her twat.
At the sight of such a spectacle, Reverend Nicolas went crazy. He was utterly beside himself, as he had not been for a long time, and he could contain himself no longer.
With a brutal gesture, he ripped the bath-robe off Mary, suddenly baring the girl's lovely body, and he swung her over backwards onto the sofa. In the twinkling of an eye he undid the cord around his waist and threw open his cassock. He gazed down with inflamed eyes onto the luxuriousness of the marvelous stomach, which was now shaken with violent shudders. Without further ado, he was so hungry, he spread wide her legs, and still she lay there with her eyes closed. Her short, gasping breath set in motion her protruding breasts; these were swollen, and their nipples were hard and prominent. She offered no resistance, for she was again filled with desire. She inhaled the warm, male breath of the panting man, her two ardent lips glued themselves to his own, and she could not prevent herself from half opening her mouth so as to let in the tip of his tongue, which fluttered in and out of the corners. One of his hands caressed her thighs, and then, with a sweeping motion, it rose to her belly and gradually crept down to her boiling cunt. His fingers mingled themselves with her pubic hair and slid imperceptibly into the proffered opening. At the contact, Mary moaned and twisted her body, and her arms thrashed wildly.
"Hold it!" cried Reverend Nicolas. "You're soaking wet. You've sure got a hot cunt for a beginner, my girl. Here, let me stir up this clitoris a bit. What a fountain! I slide around in there like a piston in its cylinder. Christ! It slips in all by itself. Two fingers now... oh, oh... she's still tight, though. Ah... that's better. It's brand new. Now, my cherished John Thomas, you'll have quite a time forcing your way into such a small vagina. Come on now, old fellow, a bit of pluck there."
Panting with desire, he stretched out over the lovely, white body. He whipped his enormous tool out from his dirty ministerial underpants, and he directed it toward the half-open juicy and receptive crack. He had very little trouble finding the right position, and he stuck in the end of his member. He raised himself up with his hands and gazed down at the ardently nude body of the girl as she braced herself to receive his onslaught. This excited him terribly, to see his cock penetrate gently into this unknown belly. It spread the lips, then the vagina, and under the steady pushing it penetrated pitilessly the depths of the tender flesh, and fetched up only when it had plumbed to the very depths of the cavernous hole. He immediately went into action and began humping up and down.
Mary growled with pleasure and, unable to contain herself any longer, she came with long and regular orgasms.
"Ooh... aah... I'm coming... oh... aarh... I can't stand it... oh... its too good... I'm coming... coming... aah... aarrrhh... huh...huh."
Wallowing over the agitated body of the girl, crushing her breasts under the rough cloth of his cassock, the Reverend was not long in joining her in her ecstasy. Uttering a heavy groan, he sunk his teeth into the creamy flesh of her lower neck, near the shoulder, plunged on with his powerful loins like an animal, and shoved his spear all the way into the matrix, tearing a heavy moan of pain from the woman at the moment the depth charge went off inside the volcano spewing out the molten lava of his thick and greasy come juice in successive and precipitous jerks.
Almost at the very same instant, a long and horrible cry was heard - a scream of agony that threw a pallor of fear over the assembled gathering.
Lord Selwin and the Lord Justice Strongcock stopped their activities. They were more than intrigued.
"It seems to come from the next room - through this shutter, see over there, which enabled our hostess to keep an eye on the showing of the film. I wonder what's going on...?"
"I'll go and see," said Lord Selwin.
Two minutes later he came back. Reverend Nicolas and Mary had made themselves more presentable and had arranged their clothing. The girl, looking rather downtrodden, remained motionless, her head lowered, sitting on the couch, her hands clasped on her lap, her eyes closed.
By contrast, the Reverend appeared to be fully satisfied. He raised his head up, proud as a rooster.
Lord Selwin said, coming back into the room, "So, Reverend, you knocked off a good one with our pretty little Irish girl?"
"Excellent. Excellent, my lord. I was in need of that, and Mary is as hot as a bunny, even in spite of her lack of experience. She has a marvelous little cunt, which almost crushed my prick out of shape. It was absolutely delicious."
"Bravo, bravo," answered the Lord.
"Any enlightenment to give us from your scouting expedition?"
Lord Selwin burst out laughing.
"Nothing serious. Only another cherry busted, ha... ha..."
"And whose was it, may I ask?"
"You'd never guess the identity of this new... forfeit. When I got into the room, there was only a very faint blue light, and at first I couldn't recognize who was there. Then I made out two naked bodies pressed together. The first one was kneeling on a couch placed just behind and against this wall." Now he went over and indicated the wall near the fireplace where the shutter was. "Behind this person, but standing up with the legs spread wide apart, another body was struggling in rhythm. The thighs of the first person had been tied down, and between them I spied a long prick, dripping with blood, which was pumping in and out. But there was a third person there, an enormous police dog, which crouched between the legs of the prostrate person, its muzzle thrust between her legs, arduously lapping the bloody mess with evident satisfaction, which was shown by the fact that he was wagging his tail so hard that it went thump, thump on the floor. As my eyes slowly became accustomed to the light, I easily recognized the two people. They were... two women. And guess who? You'll never be able..."
"Come on, quick. Tell us. You leave us here with our tongues hanging out," said Lord Strongcock.
"Lady... Selwin... and Miss Gladys Strongcock perhaps...?" tossed in Reverend Nicolas inconsiderately.
"That's a bit much, Reverend. My wife... no. Come, come now. And Gladys. That's outrageous. This guy had better watch out about shooting off his mouth..."
"Here? In this bordello?"
"One never knows with women..."
"Enough, unwholesome monk! Shut your trap!"
"Then tell us who they were," replied Lord Strongcock.
"Why, quite simply, it was Mrs. Coates, who with the aid of a handsome dildo had just busted the cherry of, astonishingly enough, the gentle and faithful Mildred."
"Mildred... a virgin... you're pulling our leg, Selwin."
"No, gentlemen, it was Mildred, this pillar of the house, this whorehouse chambermaid, was a perfect virgin. The blood flowing from her freshly plowed cunt and her cries are sufficient proof."
"That's a good one there," replied the Reverend.
"And that bitch, Mrs. Coates, she was enjoying herself like a fucking devil, and she had grabbed hold of Mildred's tits while her dog feasted himself on the old and slimy cunt. Oh, these damn women!"
"That's what happens when you take children to the cinema," chortled Lord Strongcock to conclude the affair. "But supposing we drive a bit of attention to our little sheep who has passed out?"
Evangeline was quickly untied and carried to the couch, where Mary moved over to make room for her. They stretched her out on her back across the seat, her legs hanging down over the side. She lay there, completely nude, under the lascivious gaze of the three men and Mary.
"We'll have to do something to wake her up so that we can have a little fun with her," said her father.
"Mary, go and get the jar of ointment on the shelf in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The one with the bright pink label on which is written Number 122. It's a souvenir I brought back from Paris. I picked it up in one of those deliciously receptive houses in that unique city, and I'd like to try it out. It should produce rather interesting results on such a young virgin."
While Mary went to get the jar, the two Lords placed themselves on either side of the prostrate girl, and they continued to stroke the soft and smooth skin that delighted their degenerate senses. They began to get hard-ons, and Reverend Nicolas was having trouble remaining seated. He rolled his big, red eyes and devoured the delightful body of his child. Her stomach was softly rounded and pierced in the middle by a lovely little hole. Her little breasts were prettily swollen and they terminated in two little pink buttons. Her pale and pensive face was framed by sumptuous black hair. Her thighs were graceful as they already began to curve and show promise of future development, as shown by her precociously fleshy ass. He looked on down her thighs and legs, and then back up at the fine line of her innocent cunt, which was just beginning to be surrounded by the shadow of what someday would be a dark, heavy thicket.
"So!" suddenly ejaculated Lord Selwin, "haven't you yet admired your daughter enough? You can touch her, you know."
"I find in her so many points in common with her unfortunate mother that..."
"Don't go overboard, Nicolas. From what you told us, her mother was nothing but a panting slut. This young damsel may very well be of similar stock. Shortly we'll see if she is blessed with as warm a temperament as that of the worthy matron whom you so copiously shared with your vicars."
"May she rest in peace," replied the Reverend. "But I must admit that this little nymph's pussy gets me all hot and bothered. I must examine it a bit closer, so that I can taste of the velvetness of its skin."
He knelt down in front of the girl and began to run over the inert body with his sacrilegious hands, his lips slobbering over the breasts, the shoulders, the haunches, the stomach, and the thighs. His tongue thirstily licked the luxuriousness of the skin, which was as smooth as the petal of a flower, and with his open nostrils he breathed in the aroma given off by her fresh and healthy body. Soon his mouth hovered over the fine down of her lower stomach. His tongue frolicked about among the budding hairs. He raised his head slightly.
"Oh... the smell of this button of a cunt!" he cried. "I find the smell of her faded piss mixed warmly with that of the juices it secreted a little while ago when it got all worked up over the erotic pictures on the screen and produced her first sexual emotion."
"Her first? That is something you know nothing about, good Reverend, and I would be quite surprised if your slut of a daughter weren't making her debut today with a clitoris as big as her mother's."
The Reverend raised his head and gazed at Lord Selwin with an astonished and questioning regard.
"Oh, yes. I felt about a while ago, while you were fucking in Irish ground. I touched her cunt, ran my finger into the opening, and discovered that she has a button that is extremely large and overdeveloped for a girl her age. And what's more, it's a simple matter for you to prove for yourself whether what I say is true or not. All you have to do is spread her legs and you'll have the whole thing spread out under your nose. Then you can proceed with a minute inspection yourself. She won't offer any resistance; she's still in dreamland. Hurry up there, Mary. Ah, here she comes with ointment number 122."
The ignoble tempter entirely succeeded in overcoming what remained of the scruples of the incestuous father. He grabbed the girl's knees, lifted up her legs, and spread them wide apart. The desired cunt, the whole slot ending in the exquisite little ass-hole between the cheeks of her fleshy ass, this pink and wrinkled opening appeared before the hungry eyes of the male in heat.
The two Lords came to his aid, holding Evangeline's legs. The Reverend hesitated for just an instant, but this was the last time. His eyes devoured the wide open hiaus, and he seemed to be lost in rapture when Lord Strongcock called to him.
"Courage there, old man. You don't budge. One would think you were made of stone. It's your daughter, and you have certain rights over her. It's all for her own good. All we're trying to do is further her education. It's for her own happiness that we are going to sharpen her up."
The Reverend stretched out his hands. The contact with the soft, warm skin was like an electric shock. He gently parted the lips of her cunt and opened up the entrance to the vagina, which was barred by the pink hymen. He slid in an inquisitive finger. His middle finger was covered with body fluid. He went farther, spreading the flesh with his thumb and index finger, and opened up the corolla and immediately afterwards, a magnificently formed clitoris, almost an inch long and half again as wide, but so well hidden in its fleshy bower that it could only be discovered by opening the lovely crack.
"Exactly like her mother," he murmured between his teeth. After saying this, he plunged his head between her thighs.
"I must be the first person to taste this ripening fruit," he muttered. "It's too nice... too fresh... too good... this adorable virginal cunt... my jewel... my little lamb."
He began to slobber, and his tongue went into action. He was breathing with short panting gasps; his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. He licked at the sticky cunt, burrowed his nose into all the nooks and crannies, bored in with his tongue against the hymen and lapped all the way out and went on down the crack with his pecking tongue, all the way to the little anal opening, which he disclosed by spreading the cheeks with his thumbs.
For an instant, Evangeline looked as though she was going to regain consciousness, but for the moment she did not wake up all the way. She undoubtedly thought she was dreaming, and she moved her head from side to side without opening her eyes.
"You'll eat her alive, my friend. Hold it for a minute. Now I understand where the marvelous Parisian expression comes from: "boufer le cul." You're literally eating up her asshole... Ha... ha... ha..."
His face dripping with his own slobber, his nose glistening, the Reverend righted himself.
Mary was also standing near the group, and she too was drinking in this strange spectacle of the pretty girl stretched out naked on her back, her arms spread wide, her legs held up and wide open, exposing to the assembled multitude her animal intimacy in an outrageously indecent manner of total vulgarity.
Lord Selwin took the jar of ointment from Mary and said to her, "As for you! Don't you want to kiss this pink, virginal little cunt as well? It really is pretty, and very tempting."
A veil passed over Mary's eyes. A strange, sharp sensation hit into her stomach and then in her twat region. She immediately fell to her knees and with her whole mouth she embraced the rosy crack of the prostrate girl, and she began to peck around with her tongue, clumsily, between the inner thighs, which were so beneficially spread. She just seemed to be getting started and acquiring a taste for the operation when she was torn from her prey and thrown back to the rug, where she fell, landing on her ass.
With a wad of cotton, Lord Selwin began to anoint Evangeline's body with the ointment. He covered her arms, shoulders, torso, stomach, and thighs. She was turned over on her belly, which enabled them to admire the delicate proportions of her ravishing posterior, which was much better formed than one would have thought for a girl her age.
Her back, her belly, her ass, and the backs of her thighs were greased. The product dried rapidly as soon as it was applied to the skin, which appeared to absorb it instantly. The drug found its way in through the pores. A strong, sweet odor, a mixture of dried musk and seaweeds with a bit of turpentine or some other similar product, rose from the prone body. Her skin became smooth, firm, and burning hot to the touch. Soon Evangeline was anointed in her entirety, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. She was placed back in her original position.
With a wicked smile on his lips, Lord Selwin applied a second layer to her armpits and her tits, with a particular emphasis on the nipples. Then he went on down, covering the navel, and on to the crack of the vulva outside, and in between the lips all the way to the clitoris and the asshole, into which he shoved his index finger covered with the oily drug.
"We'll wait a few minutes, and then we'll see how she reacts. How about a glass of whiskey, Strongcock? Nicolas?"
"Sure... Sure."
"Stay near her, Mary, and warn us if anything begins to happen."
"What is likely to happen?"
"You'll see in a while."
And with these mysterious promises, the gentlemen got up and went over to the table, where they proceeded with their refreshment.
Upon the suggestion of Lord Strongcock, they began a game of dice poker.
"We'll leave it up to chance to decide which one of us will be the first to fuck her. Like any respectable girl, Nicolas, your daughter has three orifices at our disposal: her cunt, her asshole, and her mouth. I propose that we begin by playing for her real maidenhood. Is that O.K. with you, gentlemen?"
"O.K.," they both responded together.
The game began, and Lord Selwin was the first to be eliminated.
"No luck today," he said taking a large draught of pure whiskey. "Well, maybe I'll have better luck in the second round. I wouldn't be at all displeased at the thought of buggering this little chicken."
The game continued between Lord Strongcock and Reverend Nicolas. Each of them won two points, needing one more to decide.
"The last one!" roared Strongcock. "How about playing it open? One roll apiece?"
"That's fine with me. I'm in a hurry to see whether it'll be you or me."
"Your roll."
The Reverend rolled the dice into the green felt-covered tray.
"Two tens," said Reverend Nicolas.
Lord Strongcock shook the dice in his hands and said ironically, "That's not much of a price to pay for such a maidenhead. You're going to lose, Reverend."
He rolled the dice with a nervous and trembling hand, and one of them hesitated and finally settled. They read: ace, queen, ten, and... two nines. The Reverend had won with his pair of tens.
"No, you're right. It's not expensive... for breaking a cherry... I thought you'd win it."
Lord Strongcock was so disgusted that he ejaculated, "Shit!"
Somewhat taken aback by such language, Father Nicolas exclaimed, "Oh, my lord, you're forgetting yourself!"
"Shut your mouth you old fucker, and get your lance ready to perforate your daughter's stomach."
The Reverend could not prevent himself from turning pale. The game continued between the two Lords. As he had wished, Selwin won the rosy asshole of the unsuspecting girl.
"Come quickly! Come quickly!" cried Mary just at this moment. "Evangeline is waking up... oh, but look... what's the matter with her? She's sick."
The girl had regained consciousness, and she was sitting bolt upright supported by her hands on the bed behind her back. Her mouth hung open and her tongue continuously licked at her moist lips. Her eyes were haggard, she panted for breath, and she stared around herself with a fixed and empty gaze. Her whole body began to shake, as if in the throes of a violent fever. Drops of sweat came out on her forehead, her ears, and her chest.
The three men had drawn near and placed themselves around her on the couch. Mary was holding her head.
Suddenly, uttering a cry, Evangeline wrenched herself backward. She immediately began to writhe about like a snake, as if she had suddenly been gripped by a violent fever. Her hands clawed at her breasts, and they descended along her sides, pressed her stomach between the pubic area and the navel. She groaned, and rolled her head back and forth between her shoulders. Her hair was completely disheveled.
"Oh, it's hot... I'm burning... all over... But why? What's wrong with me? I don't understand... It hurts... it's hot... my skin's cooking... I'm burning up...! What's the matter with me?"
And the poor girl frothed and writhed, rolling and twisting on the couch in her delirium. She continued to rub her breasts, her legs, her buttocks, and her stomach with her restless hands, trying vaguely to calm the inordinate pruriency that swelled her veins and speeded up the circulation of her blood. But her actions only tended to make matters worse.
She spotted her father, whom she recognized in spite of her delirium.
"Papa, Papa! Help me! What's the matter with me? I'm burning up! I itch all over. I've got a rash... oh... oh... it's as if I were being eaten alive by ants... Papa... scratch it for me... chase away the horrible creatures... oh, God... it pricks... it burns."
And the unfortunate, under the sarcastic laughter of her tormentors, continued to move and writhe about, making the most extraordinary bounds and motions, tearing at her pretty naked body with her fingernails, grabbing at her breasts, and touching her cunt in heat.
"Hold her hands above her head, Mary," commanded Lord Selwin.
The girl obeyed. She found she was extremely excited by the uncommon spectacle of the crazed body.
"We must calm her down a bit," said the Lord. "I'm going to tickle the nipples of her tits."
With arms immobilized, the sadistic Lord could do as he pleased. The nice little budding breasts were fully exposed to him. As he began tickling the hard little nipples, Evangeline gradually ceased her agitations. She closed her eyes and with little gurgling noises, she showed the immense relief these knowing caresses afforded her.
Her lips rolled slowly and her little stomach was animated by contractions. Her legs, which had been stretched out rigidly together, began to relax. One knee spread itself slightly to the side, and then the other. The boiling cunt came into view of the demonic eyes of the famished crowd. From the half-open cunt, the clitoris jutted out of its corolla like a rosebud coming out to receive the first rays of sunlight in the spring. It was damp as a rose glistening with early morning dew. The cunt lips were brilliant and sticky with Cyprian juice.
"Shake her up good, Strongcock. She'll die of desire if we don't give her relief."
The evil old man approached the open cunt with his licentious hand, rubbed the lips with an inquisitive index finger, felt the tender flesh in its fiery condition, and then moved on to the clitoris itself. The practiced caress immediately produced the desired effect. Evangeline stiffened, braced herself, stretched her stomach, arched her back, and spread her thighs wider apart. Quickly the spasm seized her. She closed her beautiful eyes, fell backward, and moaned, "Oh, how wonderful."
"Get yourself ready, damn it, Reverend!" cried Lord Strongcock, who had opened his fly, taken out his cock, and who was shaking it gently as he watched the stupefying spectacle of the awakening virgin.
"You don't think you're going to fuck this little bird and break her cherry while you're still dressed up in your cossack, do you? Strip! Get a move on!"
Without taking his gaze from the sexual agitations of his daughter, the Reverend shed his garments. In a trice he was as nude as Adam, all muscled and covered with hair, with a sagging belly and underneath, hanging preponderously, his huge tool jutted out in out-sized proportions. He was so excited that there was a drop of secreted fluid hanging from the head of his erected cock.
"Now is the time!" cried Lord Selwin, making a sign to Strongcock.
The two Lords each seized hold of one of the girl's ankles, spread them wide apart, and folded back her legs. The innocent crack appeared, all pretty, untrammeled, and pink... Reverend Nicolas roared like a wounded bull, his eyes aflame, and his tongue running over his lips frozen into a sadistic grin. He knelt down, and with his fingers, he spread the rioting cunt, searching for the exact point where he would begin his onslaught. The strong and sensual odor emanating from the thirsty cunt rose to his flaring nostrils.
The two Lords increased their titillation and pinching of her breasts. Evangeline gave a little cry and began to shake with pleasure. The Reverend lowered himself, stretched his legs out to the rear, and rested himself on his hands, which were placed on either side of the body of his child. He approached the end of his cock to the vulval opening and gathered his pelvic muscles so as to control his entrance. This little game went on for several seconds, but he could not succeed in introducing his dick into the cunt, which was too narrow and still too closed. His prick pushed in and appeared to be making a passage for itself, but then it would slip down between the cheeks of her ass or up onto her belly.
Evangeline uttered little cries, more from fright than from real pain. Irritated by so many failures, he seized his rod in his hand, held it firmly, and guided it in between the receptive lips of her vulva. Rubbing it slightly upward and downward against the clitoris, he tried to loosen up the little girl's cunt. She seemed to find this most agreeable, and she thrust forward her stomach, not realizing the dangers toward which she was advancing.
Finally, his cock found the proper spot, spread apart the walls, and came to rest on the tender membrane. Then, over-excited by all three maneuvers, the Reverend could hold his fire no longer, and he came, ejaculating large globs of sticky sperm all over the entrance to the citadel.
Lord Strongcock and Lord Selwin burst out laughing at the unhappy countenance of the Reverend.
"You messed that one up, my friend. What's the matter with you? Can't you bust a cherry by now?"
However, well-lubricated by the abundant discharge, the tender flesh could no longer hold out, and under further pushing and thrusting the huge cock ripped through the mucous and furrowed on into the very bottom of the little butchered and bloody cunt.
Evangeline howled like a wounded beast from the sharp pain caused by the tearing of her entrails, by this violent penetration of flesh into flesh, by this excessive tension of the sexual tissues of her innocent cunt. She again passed out under all the heat and violence which she felt in the depths of her stomach. Then, like the rutting animal he was, the Reverend seized the inert body in his arms and began fornicating his daughter in a lather of lust. He pounded in with violent movements of his hips, brutally shoving his insatiable prick in through the tender and fragile flesh of his child, calling her all the names imaginable, coaxing her, kissing her pale lips, her closed eyes, her ears, and her swan-like neck.
It was not long before he reached his climax. He expressed the agony of his pleasure in a string of incoherent words, and he pounded on with his humping until, clinging to his paroxysm like a drowning man clings to a spar before going under, he abandoned himself, let himself go entirely, his neck no longer held up his head, his kidneys turned to lead, his testicles exploded with their load, and he collapsed, howling in incestuous stupor.
His partners did not leave him crumpled on the stomach of the girl for very long. They hastily undressed themselves, shamelessly exposing their repelling anatomies. They grabbed hold of the Reverend and unceremoniously dragged him off his daughter and left him on the floor at the foot of the couch.
Streams of mingled sperm and blood flowed from the flesh wound onto the cover of the couch. Mary put her hands to her head, and uttered a strangled cry of fear.
"How horrible," she moaned. "What carnage! I must do something to help the poor child."
"No time for that," replied Lord Selwin, who was in a big hurry to have his share of the feast.
They stretched Evangeline out on her stomach and brought her legs up in a sort of kneeling position. Placing a cushion between the legs of the girl, Lord Selwin placed himself in an appropriate position to accomplish the second part of the planned ceremony. Evangeline was immobilized in the desired posture by means of a narrow band passed around the small of her back. Without losing a second, she was further rendered properly helpless by two silk scarves tied around her legs and fastened to the feet of the sofa, which left her with her thighs wide apart and her asshole exposed.
Lord Selwin, on his knees, stroked the lovely ass, admired it all over, and even applied several resounding laps which half awoke the unfortunate girl. Feeling herself tied, immobile, and incapable of budging, she was terribly frightened, and when he began to spank her she cried out in terror.
"Wait a minute little one. You'll have plenty to protest about when I cornhole your guts with my sausage," cried the lecher as he became more and more excited.
He pawed the fleshy ass, and with his thumbs, he brutally parted the cheeks, exposing the little anus, which when thus pulled out of shape began to work like the mouth of a newborn baby. He plunged his finger into the crack and felt over all the flesh that had so recently been brutalized. He shoved his fingers in the dripping cunt, poked about and provoked additional cries of protest. Then he thrust first one and then two fingers into the vulva, which was all sticky with sperm and virginal blood, which he proceeded to smear around the anus.
Then he shoved his thumb hard into the asshole, and it went in all the way to the palm of his hand, which he began to turn and churn so as to dilate the little opening to the maximum. This brought new howls from the girl.
He began the task of penetrating into the forbidden flesh. With his fingers he spread the cheeks of her ass as far as he could and he pushed his cock into the crack, nuzzled around a while to grease up the end of his prick before trying to shove it in through the little ring of flesh he wanted to violate.
During this time, the Reverend was still on the floor, near his daughter's legs, watching this spectacle with beatitude. Lord Strongcock was lying on his side across the couch in front of the young martyr's face. He too had a hard-on like a satyr, which for him was a splendid achievement, almost unheard of given the state of physical decrepitude.
Suddenly, Evangeline stiffened her body, pushed down on the couch with her hands, raised her upper torso, and let out a shriek of pain and terror. Lord Selwin had just raped her again. Her virginal little asshole had just been brutally opened and penetrated by the man's dick. She screamed in pain, opening her mouth all the way. The diabolical Strongcock immediately profited from this situation and with a single motion, he planted his cock down into her throat. The poor girl was absolutely wild with terror, pain, and shame.
The two men went into action, performing the usual gestures in the ritual of the flesh, one of them between the pure lips of the child who hadn't the vaguest idea what was going on, and the other in the depths of her asshole, which caused her to suffer terribly.
Soon, unable to contain himself any longer, the Reverend slid up under and between the child's legs until he attained her cunt, which for the moment was unoccupied, and he licked at it with sweeping lapping motions of his tongue. He drank with relish the very sperm which several moments ago he had spewed out between the tortured lips so rudely parted by his sexual member.
Shortly, Evangeline's attitude changed entirely. With her clitoris attacked by an expert tongue, her tits tickled by skilled fingers, her asshole and mouth undergoing the traditional rubbing of the soft and elastic skin of two cocks, the girl began to experience the strangest sensations, the most exotic shudders, and the most abandoned spasms. So instead of fleeing from these pleasures, she braced herself and called on all her strength to meet the appetite of her awakened sexuality and to appease the animal desires the aphrodisiac ointment had forced to blossom so prematurely in her young and healthy veins.
The child was completely unleashed, like a rutting animal. Activated by the application of the drug, her whole body responded to the feast, and she strained harder and harder in an effort to satisfy her thirst for pleasure. She twisted about on the sofa, rolled her body to the right and to the left, clawed wildly at her stomach and breasts, and rubbed her skin against the cloth covering the couch, seeking an illusory appeasement in these shameless contortions. The three men reveled in the unique spectacle of this woman-child who was the utter prey of the rare intensity of her crazed eroticism. The Reverend was able to come twice more in the next hour. The first time he fucked her doggy fashion, and the second time he forced the girl herself to go through the motions of bringing on the sexual union, making her kneel on top of him with her legs spread apart and having her direct his cock into her cunt with her own fingers.
The girl screamed and hollered her pleasure, and continuously demanded more, an additional satisfaction, as soon as she had completed one spasm.
Both Lord Strongcock and Lord Selwin had again donned their clothing, and they sat and admired the spectacle. The latter of the two, in particular, derived intense vicarious pleasure from watching. But both of them were by now totally incapable of the slightest sexual renewal. Their senses were satisfied, their desires appeased, and their need for vice fulfilled.
They rang for Mrs. Coates. She came into the room with her police dog, whose evil looks and throaty growling thoroughly scared the two girls. Mrs. Coates was dressed with a very light muslin robe, which molded and advantageously emphasized opulent curves.
"Dear Mrs. Coates, you must come to our rescue. Look at the daughter of our Reverend in her overworked state of debauchery as a result of her insatiable temperament. We have done everything within our power to satisfy her, but she still demands more, as you can see for yourself. Look at her cunt. Although it has already been fucked five times, and despite the fact that she has had at least twice that many orgasms, her little vulva is still palpitating with desire. What can be done about this situation?"
The madam thought for an instant, while she looked over the girl with a strange air. Meanwhile Evangeline was unable to remain still. She spread her legs, and with her unskilled but willing fingers, she began to tickle her hotly demanding twat. Mrs. Coates was obviously very much aroused by this lascivious spectacle.
"I think that my dog Tom can easily make her come a few more times. I also brought in my tool kit. These little instruments aren't like you, gentlemen. They remain straight and hard indefinitely. The most crazed whore cannot remain unsatisfied after their faithful servitude."
Going up to Evangeline, she seized the girl and swung her around across her knees so that the girl was facing her tormentors. Mrs. Coates grabbed hold of her shins, raised them up in the air and spread them wide apart, thus presenting to her clients the bloody, battered, and turgid cunt of the suffering child.
At the same time she called, "Tom, Tom, come here, boy. Look! Come feast yourself on this delicious morsel."
The animal advanced, sniffed between the inner thighs, and immediately began to lap with relish at the cunt dripping with sperm and gore. The dog appeared to derive enormous pleasure from this intimate little cleaning operation. He licked into all the farthest corners of the brutalized cunt, and this provoked the most violent reactions of newly awakened sensuality in the girl.
Mrs. Coates had passed her own arms under those of the victim, and she was actively stroking the erect nipples, producing a state of utter abandon, sighs, moans of pleasure, abdominal contractions, and other manifestations of extreme enjoyment.
Evangeline ejaculated all over the place, spraying her come juice onto the rapacious tongue of the animal, which tirelessly washed at the wide open crack.
The spectators noticed that this operation had not left the dog indifferent, and that a handsome, pointed cock, big and bright red, jutted out from under his belly. It must have been a good eight inches long.
"He must fuck her!" cried the ignoble Selwin. "Look, he is all excited. He ought to be able to satisfy her."
Mrs. Coates freed herself and laid Evangeline on the couch. The girl was only semi-conscious, like a sick, delirious person with a temperature of 104 degrees who can no longer react normally. Light-headedly, her muscles relaxed, she let herself be manipulated like a lifeless doll.
Hastily, the house lady piled three large cushions on top of one another. Then, with the help of Mary who was subjugated to the point at which she dare not refuse, Mrs. Coates laid the girl on her stomach. By means of two bands of cloth, the child's knees were spread apart and fastened to the sides of the sofa.
Her ass in the air with the cheeks opened, her head hanging down almost to the surface of the couch, Evangeline displayed her charms in a manner most propitious to an attack from the rear.
"Tom. Up, boy. Jump!" cried Mrs. Coates.
The dog obeyed, jumped on the couch, and again sniffed about between the open thighs, and again began his licking. Evangeline chortled under the caress of the animal tongue as it scraped her clitoris, which had become so sensitive that this contact produced more pain than pleasure. She heaved a long moan, but soon was unable to prevent herself from further arching her back in orgasmic pleasure. She again succumbed to her stupor. The flames of carnel hell once again burned through her arteries.
Mrs. Coates followed this procedure attentively, and when she felt that Evangeline would once again begin to come, she seized the dog by the scruff of his neck, raised him up, and placed him down between the legs of the unfortunate girl in such a way that the dog's forepaws were on either side of her hips.
"Fuck her, Tom. Shove your handsome prick into her hot little cunt. Shoot your load, and bring hers out to meet it. Go on. Get in there! Harder! Push! Push, damn it! What do I have to do... help you?"
The beast was knocking on the door, without being able to find the way in. Mrs. Coates came to his aid, placing the rude flail into the natural sheath, which received it with a sucking thirst.
Everyone howled with laughter to see the lovely child being fucked by an animal. The dog - his eyes fixed on a point in space, his tongue lolling out, his jaws wide open, panting with accumulated desire - went into an unleashed jigging, pulsating with his hind-quarters and his rear paws.
Soon he began moving his flanks in a crazed manner, then suddenly a barking howl, plaintive and ardent at the same time, came from his muzzle as he immobilized his body in the intensity of ejaculation.
Two people were needed to haul him off, and his enormous prick was still erect, sticking in the vaginal collar.
Evangeline had twice collapsed with orgasm under the avid animal's onslaught. She uttered a long shriek of pain when she felt her cunt lips almost ripped out, and the dog's bulging cock hauled forcibly from out between her murdered flesh.
Profiting from her helplessness, Mrs. Coates grabbed a small whip and began to flagellate the girl's ass, which was in a perfect position to receive such punishment. However, this scene did not last very long. When the woman had well striped the ass and the thighs of the girl, and in doing so had evoked many strident screams, she cried:
"Now that you're wide awake, my little wench, I'm going to be the one to fuck you with my big dildo. And I can promise you that you'll come like you never came before."
Opening her tool kit, Mrs. Coates took out a superb instrument, which easily beat the Reverend's handsome rod. Quickly undoing her robe, she strapped it around her waist so that it was fixed and jutting out in between her thighs.
She knelt down behind her tender victim.
"Take your fingers and spread the cheeks of your ass, Evangeline, so that I can pierce through your belly."
Naturally the girl made no motion to obey; she was too far gone, too spent to follow such an order. Seeing this, the Reverend approached the couch, knelt down next to his daughter, and himself spread the edges of the cunt lips. Mrs. Coates held the rubber phallus in one hand, guided it toward the opening in the mangled flesh covered with a mixture of human and animal fuck juice. She had no trouble entering. The engine brutally plowed its own passage and only stopped boring in when it became firmly wedged in the cunt, which was expanded to its farthest possible limits. Once again Evangeline screamed from the murderous pain.
"God it's tight!" cried Mrs. Coates. "I can hardly shove the damn thing into her little cunt. Oh, well... I'll get it in anyway... even if I have to split her wide open."
The cruel witch, over-excited by the total eroticism of the scene, by her own seething senses, and by the screams of the again-violated girl, did not pause. She seized hold of the upper thighs with both hands and plunged forward with all the force she had in her loin muscles.
Evangeline howled like a wounded animal, her cunt ceded under the violent pressure and opened itself to the breaking point, burst its interior wall, and the huge tool penetrated all the way in to the very depths of the girl's stomach.
However, she was soon subdued by the skillful caresses the old shrew applied to her sensitive breasts and by the in and out humping motion of the artificial cock, so that once again she reached the state of orgasm.
Three more times Mrs. Coates succeeded in tearing successive orgasms from the utterly crazed girl, and during all this, Tom had been called over by his mistress and continuously lapped away with the unnerving caress of his rapacious animal's tongue.
She had hardly finished with her frightful scene of carnage when the door of the room was violently forced inward. Two plain-clothes men accompanied by a uniformed cop burst into the room.
"Up with your hands, ladies and gentlemen," cried the leader. "And so, Mrs. Coates, I see that many things are going on in your... ah... 'Employment Office.'"
Everybody in the room was placed under arrest and taken to the nearest police station. There was a scandalous trial and they were all found guilty, Lords or no Lords.
This affair created quite a scandal in the upper circles of London society. The story of Mary and Evangeline was much discussed by the press, and received enormous publicity.
Mary received 20 offers of marriage from men of all ages and from all walks of life. She refused them all, even the best matches, preferring to return to her native land, to her own people, where she married the lad of her own choosing.
Evangeline was sent to an orphanage until she reached her majority.
Mrs. Coates paid for her complicity with 20 years at hard labor, and Mildred got off with just half that punishment.
Lord Selwin, Lord Strongcock, and Reverend Nicolas, despite all of their high positions and dignified titles, were not able to escape being sentenced to life imprisonment.
Only Colonel Barrington was not caught, because during the trial, Mary remained silent as to the first part of her adventure, and the other two women did not choose to say anything either. The police never found out about the encounter between the Colonel and Mary.
This did not really matter, however, as the most important thing was accomplished, which was to put an end to the existence of this clandestine whorehouse, which went under the title of the "Employment Office" run by the worthy Mrs. Coates.
