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The Way of a Man
with a
Maid
Liverpool
H.W. Pickle & Co. 1908.
VOLUME I
The Tragedy
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 1
I, the Man, will not take up
the time of my readers by detailing the
circumstances under which
Alice, the Maid, roused in me the desire for
vengeance which resulted in
the tale I am about to relate. Suffice it to say
that Alice cruelly and
unjustifiably jilted me! In my bitterness of spirit, I
swore that if I ever had an
opportunity to get hold of her, I would make her
voluptuous person recompense
me for my disappointment, and that I would
snatch from her by force the
bridegroom's privileges that I so ardently
coveted. But I dissemble!
Alice and I had many mutual friends to whom this
rupture was unknown; we were
therefore constantly meeting each other, and
if I gave her the slightest
hint of my intentions towards her it would have
been fatal to the very
doubtful chances of success that I had! Indeed, so
successfully did I conceal my
real feelings under a cloak of genuine
acceptance of her action that
she had not the faintest idea (as she afterwards
admitted to me) that I was
playing a part.
But, as the proverb says,
everything comes to the man who waits. For some
considerable time, it seemed
as if it would be wise on my part to abandon my
desire for vengeance, as the
circumstances of our daily lives were such as did
not promise the remotest
chance of my getting possession of Alice under
conditions of either place or
time suitable for the accomplishment of my
purpose. Nevertheless, I
controlled my patience and hoped for the best,
enduring as well as I could
the torture of unsatisfied desire and increasing
lust.
It then happened that I had
occasion to change my residence, and in my
search for fresh quarters, I
came across a modest suite consisting of a sitting
room and two bedrooms, which
would by themselves have suited me
excellently; but with them the
landlord desired to let what he termed a box
or lumber room. I demurred to
this addition, but as he remained firm, I asked
to see the room. It was most
peculiar both as regards access and appearance.
The former was by a short
passage from the landing and furnished with
remarkably well-fitting doors
at each end. The room was nearly square, of a
good size and lofty, but the
walls were unbroken, save by the one entrance,
light and air being derived
from a skylight, or rather lantern, which occupied
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the greater part of the roof
and was supported by four strong and stout
wooden pillars. Further, the
walls were thickly padded, while iron rings were
let into them at regular
distances all 'round in two rows, one close to the door
and the other at a height of
about eight feet. From the roof beams, rope
pulleys dangled in pairs
between the pillars, while the two recesses on the
entrance side, caused by the
projection of the passage into the room, looked
as if they had at one time
been separated from the rest of the room by bars,
almost as if they were cells.
So strange indeed was the appearance of the
whole room that I asked its
history and was informed that the house had been
built as a private lunatic
asylum at the time that the now unfashionable
square in which it stood was
one of the centers of fashion, and that this was
the old "mad room" in which
violent patients were confined, the bolts, rings,
and pulleys being used to
restrain them when they were very violent, while
the padding and the double
doors made the room absolutely sound-proof
and prevented the ravings of
the inmates from annoying the neighbors. The
landlord added that the
soundproof quality was no fiction, as the room had
frequently been tested by
incredulous visitors.
Like lightning the thought
flashed through my brain. Was not this room the
very place for the
consummation of my scheme of revenge? If I succeeded in
luring Alice into it, she
would be completely at my mercy—her screams for
help would not be heard and
would only increase my pleasure, while the
bolts, rings, pulleys, etc.,
supplemented with a little suitable furniture, would
enable me to secure her in any
way I wished and to hold her fixed while I
amused myself with her.
Delighted with the idea, I agreed to include the
room in my suite. Quietly, but
with deep forethought and planning, I
commissioned certain furniture
made which, while in outward appearance
most innocent, as well as most
comfortable, was in truth full of hidden
mechanisms planned for the
special discomfiture of any woman or girl that I
might wish to hold in physical
control. I had the floor covered with thick
Persian carpets and rugs, and
the two alcoves converted into nominal
photographic laboratories, but
in a way that made them suitable for
lavatories and dressing rooms.
When completed, the "Snuggery"
(as I christened it) was really in
appearance a distinctly pretty
and comfortable room, while in reality it was
nothing more or less than a
disguised Torture Chamber!
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And now came the difficult
part of my scheme.
How to entrap Alice?
Unfortunately she was not residing in London but a
little way out. She lived with
a married sister, and never seemed to come to
town except in her sister's
company. My difficulty, therefore, was how to get
Alice by herself for a
sufficiently long time to accomplish my designs. Sorely
I cudgeled my brains over this
problem!
The sister frequently visited
town at irregular intervals as dictated by the
contingencies of social duties
or shopping. True to my policy of l'entente
cordiale I had welcomed them
to my rooms for rest and refreshment and had
encouraged them to use my
quarters; and partly because of the propinquity
of the rooms to Regent Street,
partly because of the very dainty meals I
invariably placed before them,
but mainly because of the soothing
restfulness induced by the
absolute quiet of the Snuggery after the roar and
turmoil of the streets, it
soon became their regular practice to honor me with
their company for luncheon or
tea whenever they came to town and had no
special engagement. I need
hardly add that secretly I hoped these visits
might bring me an opportunity
of executing my revenge, but for some months
I seemed doomed to
disappointment. I used to suffer the tortures of Tantalus
when I saw Alice
unsuspectingly braving me in the very room I had prepared
for her violation, in very
touch of me and of the hidden machinery that would
place her at my disposal once
I set it working. Alas, I was unable to do so
because of her sister's
presence! In fact, so keenly did I feel the position that I
began to plan the capture of
both sisters together, to include Marion in the
punishment designed for Alice,
and the idea in itself was not unpleasing, as
Marion was a fine specimen of
female flesh and blood of a larger and more
stately type than Alice (who
was "petite"). One could do much worse than to
have her at one's disposal for
an hour or two to feel and fuck! So seriously did I
entertain this project, that I
got an armchair made in such a way that the
releasing of a secret catch
would set free a mechanism that would be
actuated by the weight of the
occupant and would cause the arms to fold
inwards and firmly imprison
the sitter. Furnished with luxurious upholstery
and the catch fixed, it made
the most inviting of chairs, and, from its first
appearance, Alice took
possession of it, in happy ignorance that it was
intended to hold her firmly
imprisoned while I tackled and secured Marion!
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Before, however, I resorted to
this desperate measure, my patience was
rewarded! And this is how it
happened.
One evening, the familiar note
came to say the sisters were traveling to town
on the next day and would come
for lunch. A little before the appointed hour,
Alice, to my surprise,
appeared alone! She said that, after the note had been
posted, Marion became ill and
had been resting poorly all night and so could
not come to town. The shopping
engagement was one of considerable
importance to Alice, and
therefore she had come up alone. She had not come
for lunch, she said, but had
merely called to explain matters to me. She would
get a cup of tea and a bun
somewhere else.
Against this desertion of me,
I vigorously protested, but I doubt if I would
have induced her to stay had
not a smart shower of rain come on. This made
her hesitate about going out
into it since the dress she was wearing would be
ruined. Finally she consented
to have lunch and leave immediately
afterwards.
While she was away in the
spare bedroom used by the sisters on their visits, I
was in a veritable turmoil of
excitement! Alice in my rooms by herself! It
seemed too good to be true!
But I remembered I yet had to get her into the
Snuggery; she was absolutely
safe from my designs everywhere but there! It
was imperative that she should
be in no way alarmed, and so, with a strong
effort, I controlled my
panting excitement and by the time Alice rejoined me
in the dining room I was my
usual self.
Lunch was quickly served. At
first, Alice seemed a little nervous and
constrained, but by tactful
conversation, I soon set her at ease and she then
chatted away naturally and
merrily. I had craftily placed her with her back
to the window so that she
should not note that a bad storm was evidently
brewing: and soon, with
satisfaction, I saw that the weather was getting worse
and worse! But it might at any
moment begin to clear away, and so the sooner
I could get her into my
Snuggery, the better for me—and the worse for her! So
by every means in my power, I
hurried on the procedure of lunch.
Alice was leisurely finishing
her coffee when a rattle of rain against the
window panes, followed by an
ominous growl of thunder, made her start from
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her chair and go to the
casement. "Oh! Just look at the rain!" she exclaimed in
dismay. "How very
unfortunate!"
I joined her at the window:
"By Jove, it is bad!" I replied, then added, "and it
looks like it's lasting. I
hope that you have no important engagement for the
afternoon that will keep you
much in the open." As I spoke, there came a
vivid flash of lightning
closely followed by a peal of thunder, which sent
Alice staggering backwards
with a scared face.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, evidently
frightened; then, after a pause, she said, "I am
a horrid little coward in a
thunderstorm. It just terrifies me!"
"Won't you then take refuge in
the Snuggery?" I asked with a host's look of
concern. "I don't think you
will see the lightning there and you certainly
won't hear the thunder, as the
room is soundproof. Shall we go there?" and I
opened the door invitingly.
Alice hesitated. Was her
guardian angel trying to give her a premonitory
hint of what her fate would be
if she accepted my seemingly innocent
suggestion? But at that moment
came another flash of lightning, blinding in
its intensity, and almost
simultaneously a roar of thunder. This settled the
question in my favor. "Yes,
yes!" she exclaimed, then ran out. I closely
followed her, my heart beating
exultingly! Quickly she passed through the
double doors into the
Snuggery, the trap I had so carefully set for her was
about to snap shut!
Noiselessly I bolted the outer door, then closed the inner
one. Alice was now mine! Mine!
At last I had trapped her! Now my vengeance
was about to be consummated!
Now her chaste virgin self was to be submitted
to my lust and compelled to
satisfy my erotic desires! She was utterly at my
mercy, and promptly I
proceeded to work my will on her!
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 2
The soothing stillness of the
room after the roar of the storm seemed most
gratifying to Alice. She drew
a deep breath of relief and turning to me she
exclaimed: "What a wonderful
room it really is, Jack! Just look how the rain is
pelting down on the skylight,
and yet we do not hear a sound!"
"Yes! There is no doubt about
it," I replied, "it is absolutely soundproof. I do
not suppose that there is a
better room in London for my special purpose!"
"What might that be, Jack?"
she asked interestedly.
"Your violation, my dear!" I
replied quietly, looking her straight in the face,
"the surrender to me of your
maidenhead!"
She started as if she had been
struck. She colored hotly. She stared at me as if
she doubted her hearing. I
stood still and calmly watched her. Then
indignation and the sense of
outrage seized her.
"You must be mad to speak like
that!" she said in a voice that trembled with
concentrated anger. "You
forget yourself. Be good enough to consider our
friendship as suspended till
you have recovered your senses and have
suitably apologized for this
intolerable insult. Meanwhile I will trouble you
only to call a cab so that I may remove myself from your hateful
presence!"
And her eyes flashed in
wrathful indignation.
I quietly laughed aloud: "Do
you really think I would have taken this step
without calculating the
consequences, Alice?" I rejoined coolly. "Do you
really think I have lost my
senses? Is there not a little account to be settled
between us for what you did to
me not very long ago? The day of reckoning
has come, my dear; you have
had your inning at my cost, now I am going to
have mine at yours! You amused
yourself with my heart; I am going to amuse
myself with your body."
Alice stared at me, silent
with surprise and horror! My quiet determined
manner staggered her. She
paled when I referred to the past, and she flushed
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painfully as I indicated what
her immediate future would be. After a slight
pause I spoke again:
"I have deliberately planned
this revenge! I took these rooms solely because
they would lend themselves so
admirably to this end. I have prepared them
for every contingency, even to
having to subjugate you by force! Look!" And I
proceeded to reveal to her
astonished eyes the mechanism concealed in the
furniture, etc. "You know you
cannot get out of this room till I choose to let
you go; you know that your
screams and cries for help will not be heard. You
now must decide what you will
do. I give you two alternatives, and two only:
You must choose one of them.
Will you submit yourself quietly to me, or do
you prefer to be forced?"
Alice stamped her little foot
in her rage. "How dare you speak to me in this
way?" she demanded furiously.
"Do you think I am a child? Let me go at
once!" and she moved in her
most stately manner to the door.
"You are no child," I replied
with a cruel smile. "You are a lusciously lovely
girl possessing everything
that I desire and able to satisfy my desires. But I
am not going to let you waste
time. The whole afternoon will hardly be long
enough for the satisfaction of
my whims, caprices, and lust. Once more, will
you submit or will you be
forced? Understand that if by the time the clock
strikes the half-hour you do
not consent to submit, I shall, without further
delay, proceed to take by
force what I want from you! Now make the most of
the three minutes you have
left." And turning from her, I proceeded to get the
room ready, as if I
anticipated that I would have to use force.
Overcome by her feelings and
emotions, Alice sank into an armchair,
burying her face in her
trembling hand. She evidently recognized her
dreadful position! How could
she yield herself up to me? And yet, if she did
not, she knew she would have
to undergo violation! And possibly horrible
indignities as well! I left
her absolutely alone, and when I had finished my
preparation, I quietly seated
myself and watched her.
Presently the clock chimed the
half-hour. Immediately I rose. Alice quickly
sprang to her feet and rushed
to the far side of the large divan-couch on
which I hoped before long to
see her extended naked! It was evident that she
was going to resist and fight
me. You should know that I welcomed her
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decision, as now she would
give me ample justification for the fullest
exercising of my lascivious
desires!
"Well, Alice, what is it to
be? Will you submit quietly?"
A sudden passion seemed to
possess her. She looked me squarely in the eyes
for the first time, hers
blazing with rage and indignation: "No! No!" she
exclaimed vehemently, "I defy
you! Do your worst. Do you think you will
frighten me into satisfying
your lust? Once and for all I give you my answer:
No! No! No! Oh, you cowardly
brute and beast!" And she laughed shrilly as
she turned herself away
contemptuously.
"As you please," I replied
quietly and calmly, "let those laugh who win! I
venture to say that within
half an hour, you will not only be offering yourself
to me absolutely and
unconditionally, but will be begging me to accept your
surrender! Let us see!"
Alice laughed incredulously
and defiantly. "Yes, let us see! Let us see!" she
retorted contemptuously.
Forthwith I sprang towards her
to seize her, but she darted away, I in hot
pursuit. For a short time she
succeeded in eluding me, dodging in and out of
the furniture like a
butterfly, but soon I maneuvered her into a corner and,
pouncing on her, gripped her
firmly, then half-dragged and half-carried her
to where a pair of
electrically worked rope-pulleys hung between two of the
pillars. She struggled
desperately and screamed for help. In spite of her
determined resistance, I soon
made the ropes fast to her wrists, then touched
the button; the ropes
tightened, and slowly but irresistibly, Alice's arms were
drawn upwards till her hands
were well above her head and she was forced
to stand erect by the tension
on her arms. She was now utterly helpless and
unable to defend her person
from the hands that were itching to invade and
explore the sweet mysteries of
her garments; but what with her exertions and
the violence of her emotions,
she was in such a state of agitation that I
deemed it wise to leave her to
herself for a few minutes, till she became more
mistress of herself, when she
would be better able to appreciate the
indignities which she would
now be compelled to suffer!
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Here I think I had better
explain the mechanical means I had at my disposal
for the discomfiture and
subjugation of Alice.
Between each two of the
pillars that supported the lantern-skylight hung a
pair of strong rope-pulleys
working on a roller mechanism concealed in the
beams and actuated by
electricity. Should I want Alice upright, I had simply
to attach the ropes to her
wrists, and her arms would be pulled straight up
and well over her head, thus
forcing her to stand erect, and at the same time
rendering her body defenseless
and at my mercy. The pillars themselves I
could utilize as whipping
posts, being provided with rings to which Alice
could be fastened in such a
way that she could not move!
Close by the pillars was a
huge divan-couch upholstered in dark leather
that admirably enhanced the
pearly loveliness of a naked girl. It stood on
eight massive legs (four on
each long side), behind each of which lay, coiled
for use, a stout leather strap
worked by rollers hidden in the upholstery and
actuated by electricity. On it
were piled a lot of cushions of various sorts and
consistencies, with which
Alice and Marion used to make nests for
themselves, little dreaming
that the real object of the "Turkish Divan" (as
they had christened it) was to
be the altar on which Alice's virginity was
sacrificed to the Goddess of
Love, the mission of the straps being to hold her
in position while she was
violated, should she not surrender herself quietly to
her fate!
By the keyboard of the grand
piano stood a duet-stool also upholstered in
leather and with the usual
mechanical power of adjustment for height, only
to a much greater extent than
usual. But the feature of the stool was its
unusual length, a full six
feet, and I one day had to satisfy Alice's curiosity by
telling her that this was for
the purpose of providing a comfortable seat to
anyone who might be turning
pages for the pianist! The real reason was that
the stool was, for all
practical purposes, a rack actuated by hidden machinery
and fitted with a most
ingenious arrangement of steps, the efficacy of which I
looked forward to testing on
Alice's tender self!
The treacherous armchair I
have already explained. My readers can now
perhaps understand that I
could fix Alice in practically any position or
attitude and keep her so fixed
while I worked my sweet will on her helpless
self!
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All the ropes and straps were
fitted with swivel snap-hooks. To attach them
to Alice's limbs, I used an
endless band of the longest and softest silk rope that
I could find. It was an easy
matter to slip a double length of the band 'round
her wrist or ankle, pass one
end through the other and draw tight, then snap
the free end into the swivel
hook. No amount of plunging or struggling would
loosen this attachment, and
the softness of the silk prevented Alice's delicate
flesh from being rubbed or
even marked.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 3
During the ten minute grace
period I mentally allowed Alice in which to
recover from the violence of
her struggles, I quietly studied her as she stood
helpless, almost supporting
herself by resting her weight on her wrist. She
was to me an exhilarating
spectacle, her bosom fluttering, rising and falling
as she caught her breath, her
cheeks still flushing, her large hat somewhat
disarranged, while her dainty
well-fitting dress displayed her figure to its
fullest advantage.
She regained command of
herself wonderfully quickly, and then it was
evident that she was
stealthily watching me in horrible apprehension. I did
not leave her long in
suspense, but after going slowly 'round her and
inspecting her, I placed a
chair right in front of her, so close to her its edge
almost touched her knees, then
slipped myself into it, keeping my legs apart,
so that she stood between
them, the front of her dress pressing against the fly
of my trousers. Her head was
now above mine, so that I could peer directly
into her downcast face.
As I took up this position,
Alice trembled nervously and tried to draw herself
away from me, but found
herself compelled to stand as I had placed her.
Noticing the action, I drew my
legs closer to each other so as to loosely hold
her between them, smiling
cruelly at the uncontrollable shudder that passed
through her when she felt the
pressure of my knees against hers! Then I
extended my arms, clasped her
gently 'round the waist, and drew her against
me, at the same time
tightening the clutch of my legs, till soon she was fairly
in my embrace, my face
pressing against her throbbing bosom. For a moment
she struggled wildly, then
resigned herself to the unavoidable as she
recognized her helplessness.
Except when dancing with her,
I had never held Alice in my arms, and the
embrace permitted by the waltz
was nothing to the comprehensive clasping
between arms and legs in which
she now found herself. She trembled
fearfully, her tremors giving
me exquisite pleasure as I felt them shoot
through her, then she
murmured, "Please don't, Jack!"
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I looked up into her flushed
face, as I amorously pressed my cheek against
the swell of her bosom: "Don't
you like it, Alice?" I said maliciously as I
squeezed her still more
closely against me. "I think you're just delicious, dear,
and I am trying to imagine
what it will feel like when your clothes have been
taken off!"
"No! No! Jack!" she moaned,
agonizingly twisting herself in her distress. "Let
me go, Jack; don't ...
don't..." and her voice failed her.
For an answer, I held her
against me with my left arm around her waist, then
with my right hand I began to
stroke and press her hips and bottom.
"Oh ... ! Don't, Jack! Don't!"
Alice shrieked, squirming in distress and futilely
endeavoring to avoid my
marauding hand. I paid no attention to her
pleading and cries, but
continued my stroking and caressing over her full
posteriors and thighs down to
her knees, then back to her buttocks and
haunches; she, all the while,
quivering in a delicious way. Then I freed my left
hand, and holding her tightly
imprisoned between my legs, I proceeded with
both hands to study, through
her clothes, the configuration of her backside
and hips and thighs, handling
her buttocks with a freedom that seemed to
stagger her as she pressed
herself against me in an effort to escape from the
liberties that my hands were
taking with her charms.
After toying delightfully with
her in this way for some time, I ceased and
withdrew my hands from her
hips, but only to pass them up and down over
her bosom, which I began
lovingly to stroke and caress to her dismay. Her
color rose as she swayed
uneasily on her legs. But her stays prevented any
direct attack on her bosom, so
I decided to open her clothes sufficiently to
obtain a peep at her virgin
breasts. I set to work unbuttoning her blouse.
"Jack, no! No!" shrieked
Alice, struggling vainly to get loose. But I only
smiled and continued to undo
her blouse till I got it completely open and
threw it back onto her
shoulders, only to be baulked as a fairly high bodice
covered her bosom. I set to
work opening this, my fingers reveling in the touch
of Alice's dainty linen. Soon
it also was open and thrown back—and then,
right before my eager eyes,
lay the snowy expanse of Alice's bosom, her
breasts being visible nearly
as far as their nipples!
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"Oh! ... oh!..." she moaned in
her distress, flushing painfully at this cruel
exposure. But I was too
excited to take any notice; my eyes were riveted on
the lovely swell of her
breasts, exhibiting the valley between the twinglobes,
now heaving and fluttering
under her agitated emotions. Unable to
restrain myself, I threw my
arms 'round Alice's waist, drew her closely to me,
and pressed my lips on her
palpitating flesh which I kissed furiously.
"Don't, Jack" cried Alice as
she tugged frantically at her fastenings in her
wild endeavors to escape from
my passionate lips; but instead of stopping me,
my mouth wandered all over her
heaving delicious breasts, punctuating its
progress with hot kisses that
seemed to drive her mad, to such a pitch, in fact,
that I thought it best to
desist.
"Oh! my God!" she moaned as I
relaxed my clasp and leaned back in my chair
to enjoy the sight of her
shame and distress. There was not the least doubt
that she felt most keenly my
indecent assault, and so I determined to worry
her with lascivious liberties
a little longer.
When she had become calmer, I
passed my arms around her waist and again
began to play with her
posteriors, then, stooping down, I got my hands under
her clothes and commenced to
pull them up. Flushing violently, Alice
shrieked to me to desist, but
in vain! In a trice, I turned her petticoats up, held
them thus with my left hand
while with my right I proceeded to attack her
bottom now protected only by
her dainty thin drawers!
The sensation was delirious!
My hand delightedly roved over the fat plump
cheeks of her arse, stroking,
caressing, and pinching them, reveling in the
firmness and elasticity of her
flesh under its thin covering, Alice, all the time
wriggling and squirming in
horrible shame, implored me almost incoherently
to desist and finally became
so hysterical that I was compelled to suspend my
exquisite game. So, to her
great relief, I dropped her skirts, pushed my chair
back, and rose.
I had in the room a large
plate glass mirror nearly eight feet high which
reflected one at full length.
While Alice was recovering from her last ordeal,
I pushed this mirror close in
front of her, placing it so that she could see
herself in its center. She
started uneasily as she caught sight of herself, for I
had left her bosom uncovered,
and the reflection of herself in such shameful
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dishabille in conjunction with
her large hat (which she still retained) seemed
vividly to impress on her the
horror of her position!
Having arranged the mirror to
my satisfaction, I picked up the chair and
placed it just behind Alice,
sat down in it, and worked myself forward on it
till Alice again stood between
my legs, but this time with her back to me. The
mirror faithfully reflected my
movements, and her feminine intuition warned
her that the front of her
person was now about to become the object of my
indecent assault.
But I did not give her time to
think. Quickly I encircled her waist again with
my arms, drew her to me till
her bottom pressed against my chest, then, while
my left arm held her firmly,
my right hand began to wander over the junction
of her stomach and legs,
pressing inquisitively her groin and thighs, and
intently watching her in the
mirror.
Her color rose, her breath
came unevenly, she quivered and trembled as she
pressed her thighs closely
together. She was horribly perturbed, but I do not
think she anticipated what
then happened.
Quietly dropping my hands, I
slipped them under her clothes, caught hold of
her ankles, then proceeded to
climb up her legs over her stockings.
"No! No! For God's sake,
don't, Jack!" Alice yelled, now scarlet with shame
and wild with alarm at this
invasion of her most secret parts. Frantically she
dragged at her fastenings, her
hands clenched, her head thrown back, her
eyes dilated with horror.
Throwing the whole of her weight on her wrists, she
strove to free her legs from
my attacking hands by kicking out desperately,
but to no avail. The sight in
the mirror of her struggles only stimulated me
into a refinement of cruelty,
for with one hand I raised her clothes waist high,
exposing her in her dainty
drawers and black silk stockings, while with the
other I vigorously attacked
her thighs over her drawers, forcing a way
between them and finally
working up so close to her cunt that Alice
practically collapsed in an
agony of apprehension and would have fallen
had it not been for the
sustaining ropes that were all that supported her as
she hung in a semi-hysterical
faint.
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Quickly rising and dropping
her clothes, I placed an armchair behind her
and loosened the pulleys till
she rested comfortably in it, then left her to
recover herself, feeling
pretty confident that she was now not far from
surrendering herself to me,
rather than continue a resistance which she could
not help but see was utterly
useless. This was what I wanted to effect. I did not
propose to let her off any
single one of the indignities I had in store for her,
but I wanted to make her
suffering the more keen, through the feeling that
she was, to some extent, a
consenting party to actions that inexpressibly
shocked and revolted her. The
first of these I intended to be the removal of
her clothes, and, as soon as
Alice became more mistress of herself, I set the
pulleys working and soon had
her standing erect with her arms stretched
above her head.
She glanced fearfully at me as
if trying to learn what was now going to
happen to her. I deemed it as
well to tell her, and to afford her an opportunity
of yielding herself to me, if
she should be willing to do so. I also wanted to
save her clothes from being
damaged, as she was really beautifully dressed,
and I was not at all confident
that I could get her garments off her without
using a scissors on some of
them.
"I see you want to know what
is going to happen to you, Alice," I said. "I'll tell
you. You are to be stripped
naked, utterly and absolutely naked; not a stitch
of any sort is to be left on
you!"
A flood of crimson swept over
her face, invading both neck and bosom, which
remained bare; her head fell
forward as she moaned: "No! ... No! ... Oh! Jack ...
Jack ... how can you..." and
she swayed uneasily on her feet.
"That is to be the next item
in the program, my dear!" I said, enjoying her
distress. "There is only one
detail that remains to be settled first and that is,
will you undress yourself
quietly if I set you loose, or must I drag your clothes
off you? I don't wish to
influence your decision, and I know what queer ideals
girls have about taking off
their clothes in the presence of a man; I will leave
the decision to you, only
saying that I do not see what you have to gain by
further resistance, and some
of your garments may be ruined—which would
be a pity. Now, which is it to
be?"
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She looked at me imploringly
for a moment, trembling in every limb, then
averting her eyes but
remaining silent, evidently torn by conflicting
emotions.
"Come, Alice," I said
presently, "I must have your decision or I shall proceed
to take your clothes off you
as best as I can."
Alice was now in a terrible
state of distress! Her eyes wandered all over the
room without seeming to see
anything, incoherent murmurs escaped from her
lips as if she was trying to
speak but could not, her breath came and went, her
bosom rose and fell
agitatedly. She was evidently endeavoring to form some
decision, but found herself
unable to do so.
I remained still for a brief
space as if awaiting her answer; then, as she did not
speak, I quietly went to a
drawer, took out a pair of scissors and went back to
her. At the sight of the
scissors, she shivered, then with an effort, said, in a
voice broken with emotion,
"Don't ... undress me, Jack! If you must ... have me,
let it be as I am ... I will
... submit quietly ... oh my God!!" she wailed.
"That won't do, dear," I
replied, not unkindly, but still firmly. "You must be
naked, Alice; now, will you or
will you not undress yourself?"
Alice shuddered, cast another
imploring glance at me, but seeing no
answering gleam of pity in my
eyes, but stern determination instead, she
stammered out: "Oh! Jack! I
can't! Have some pity on me, Jack, and ... have me
as I am! I promise I'll be ...
quiet!"
I shook my head. I saw there
was only one thing for me to do, namely, to
undress her without any
further delay; and I set to work to do so, Alice crying
piteously: "Don't, Jack;
don't! ... don't!"
I had left behind her the
armchair in which I had allowed her to rest, and her
blouse and bodice were still
hanging open and thrown back on her shoulders.
So I got on the chair and
worked them along her arms and over her clenched
hands onto the ropes; then
gripping her wrists in turn one at a time, I released
the noose, slipped the
garments down and off it and refastened the noose.
And as I had been quick to
notice that Alice's chemise and vest had
shoulder-strap fastenings and
had merely to be unhooked, the anticipated
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difficulty of undressing her
forcibly was now at an end! The rest of her
garments would drop off her as
each became released, and therefore it was in
my power to reduce her to
absolute nudity! My heart thrilled with fierce
exultation, and without
further pause, I went on with the delicious work of
undressing her.
Alice quickly divined her
helplessness and in an agony of apprehension and
shame cried to me for mercy!
But I was deaf to her pitiful pleadings! I was
wild to see her naked!
Quickly I unhooked her dress
and petticoats and pulled them down to her
feet thus exhibiting her in
stays, drawers, and stockings—a bewitching sight!
Her cheeks were suffused with
shamefaced blushes; she huddled herself
together as much as she could,
seemingly supported entirely by her arms; her
eyes were downcast and she
seemed dazed both by the rapidity of my
motions and their horrible
success!
Alice now had on only a dainty
Parisian corset which allowed the laces of
her chemise to be visible,
just hiding the nipples of her maiden breasts, and a
pair of exquisitely provoking
drawers, cut wide especially at her knees and
trimmed with a sea of frilly
lace, from below which emerged her shapely legs
encased in black silk
stockings and terminated in neat little shoes. She was
the daintiest sight a man
could well imagine, and, to me, the daintiness was
enhanced by her shamefaced
consciousness, for she could see herself
reflected in the mirror in all
her dreadful dishabille!
After a minute of gloating
admiration, I proceeded to untie the tapes of her
drawers so as to take them off
her. At this she seemed to wake to the full sense
of the humiliation in store
for her; wild at the idea of being deprived of this
most intimate of garments to a
girl, she screamed in her distress, tugging
frantically at her fastenings
in her desperation! But the knot gave way, and
her drawers, being now
unsupported, slipped down to below her knees where
they hung for a brief moment,
maintained only by the despairing pressure of
her legs against each other. A
tug or two from me, and they lay in snowy
loads 'round her ankles and
rested on her shoes!
Oh that I had the pen of a
ready writer with which to describe Alice at this
stage of the terrible ordeal
of being forcibly undressed, her mental and
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physical anguish, her frantic
cries and impassioned pleadings, her frenzied
struggles, the agony in her
face, as garment after garment was removed from
her and she was being hurried
nearer and nearer to the appalling goal of
absolute nudity! The
accidental but unavoidable contact of my hands with
her person, as I undressed
her, seemed to upset her so terribly that I wondered
how she would endure my
handling and playing with the most secret and
sensitive parts of herself
when she was naked! But acute as was her distress
while being deprived of her
upper garment, it was nothing to her shame and
anguish when she felt her
drawers forced down her legs and the last defense
to her cunt thus removed.
Straining wildly at the ropes with cheeks aflame,
eyes dilated with terror, and
convulsively heaving bosom, she uttered
inarticulate cries,
half-choked by her emotions and panting under her
exertions.
I gloated over her sufferings
and I would have liked to have watched
them—but I was now mad with
desire for her naked charms and also feared
that a prolongation of her
agony might result in a faint, when I would lose the
anticipated pleasure of
witnessing Alice's misery when her last garment was
removed and she was forced to
stand naked in front of me. So, unheeding her
imploring cries, I undid her
corset and took it off her, dragged off her shoes
and stockings and with them
her fallen drawers. During this process I intently
watched her struggles in the
hope of getting a glimpse of her Holy of Holies,
but vainly, then slipped
behind her; unbuttoning the shoulder-fastenings of
her chemise and vest, I held
these up for a moment, then watching Alice
closely in the mirror, I let
go! Down they slid with a rush, right to her feet! I
saw Alice flash one rapid
stolen half-reluctant glance at the mirror, as she
felt the cold air on her now
naked skin. I saw her reflection stark naked, a
lovely gleaming pearly vision;
then instinctively she squeezed her legs
together, as closely as she
could, huddled herself cowering as much as the
ropes permitted—her head fell
back in the first intensity of her shame, then
fell forward suffused with
blushes that extended right down to her breasts,
her eyes closed as she moaned
in heartbroken accents: "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She was
naked!
Half delirious with excitement
and the joy of conquest, I watched Alice's
naked reflection in the
mirror. Rapidly and tumultuously, my eager eyes
roved over her shrinking,
trembling form, gleaming white, save for her
blushing face and the dark
triangular mossy-looking patch at the junction of
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her belly and thighs. But I
felt that, in this moment of triumph, I was not
sufficiently master of myself
to fully enjoy the spectacle of her naked maiden
charms now so fully exposed;
besides which, her chemise and vest still lay on
her feet. So I knelt down
behind these garments, noting, as I did so, the
glorious curves of her bottom
and hips. Throwing these garments onto the rest
of her clothes, I pushed the
armchair in front of her, and then settled myself
down to a systematic and
critical inspection of Alice's naked self!
As I did so, Alice colored
deeply over face and bosom and moved herself
uneasily. The bitterness of
death (so to speak) was past, her clothes had been
forced off her and she was
naked; but she was evidently conscious that much
indignity and humiliation was
yet in store for her, and she was horribly aware
that my eyes were now taking
in every detail of her naked self! Forced to
stand erect by the tension of
the ropes on her arms, she could do nothing to
conceal any part of herself,
and, in an agony of shame, she endured the awful
ordeal of having her naked
person closely inspected and examined!
I had always greatly admired
her trim little figure, and in the happy days
before our rupture, I used to
note with proud satisfaction how Alice held her
own, whether at garden
parties, at afternoon teas, or in the theatre or
ballroom. And after she had
jilted me and I was sore in spirit, the sight of her
invariably added fuel to the
flames of my desire, and I often caught myself
wondering how she looked in
her bath! One evening, she wore at dinner a
low-cut evening dress and she
nearly upset my self-control by leaning
forward over the card table by
which I was standing, and unconsciously
revealing to me the greater
portion of her breasts! But my imagination never
pictured anything as glorious
as the reality now being so reluctantly
exhibited to me!
Alice was simply a beautiful
girl and her lines were deliciously voluptuous.
No statue, no model, but
glorious flesh and blood allied to superb femininity!
Her well-shaped head was set
on a beautifully modeled neck and bosom
from which sprang a pair of
exquisitely lovely breasts (if anything too full),
firm, upstanding, saucy and
inviting. She had fine rounded arms with small
well-shaped hands, a dainty
but not too small waist, swelling grandly
downwards and outwards and
melting into magnificent curves over her hips
and haunches. Her thighs were
plump and 'round, and tapered to the neatest
of calves and ankles and tiny
feet, her legs being the least trifle too short for
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her, but adding by this very
defect to the indescribable fascination of her
figure. She had a graciously
swelling belly with a deep navel, and, framed by
the lines of her groin, was
her Mount Venus, full, fat, fleshy, prominent,
covered by a wealth of fine
silky dark curly hairs through which I could just
make out the lips of her cunt.
Such was Alice as she stood naked before me,
horribly conscious of my
devouring eyes, quivering and trembling with
suppressed emotion, tingling
with shame, flushing red and white, knowing
full well her own loveliness
and what its effect on me must be; and in dumb
silence I gazed and gazed
again at her glorious naked self till my lust began
to run riot and insist on the
gratification of senses other than that of sight!
I did not however consider
that Alice was ready to properly appreciate the
mortification of being felt.
She seemed to be still absorbed in the horrible
consciousness of one
all-pervading fact, namely that she was utterly naked,
that her chaste body was the
prey of my lascivious eyes, that she could do
nothing to hide or even screen
any part of herself, even her cunt, from me!
Every now and then, her
downcast eyes would glance at the reflection of
herself in the faithful mirror
only to be hastily withdrawn with an excess of
color to her already
shame-suffused cheeks at these fresh reminders of the
spectacle she was offering to
me!
Therefore with a strong
effort, I succeeded in overcoming the temptation to
feel and handle Alice's
luscious body there and then, and being desirous of
first studying her naked self
from all points of view, I rose and took her in
strict profile, noting with
delight the arch of her bosom, the proudly
projecting breasts, the
glorious curve of her belly, the conspicuous way in
which the hairs on the Mount
of Venus stood out, indicating that her cunt
would be found both fat and
fleshy, the magnificent swell of her bottom! Then
I went behind her, and for a
minute or two, reveled in silent admiration of the
swelling lines of her hips and
haunches, her quivering buttocks, her wellshaped
legs! Without moving, I could
command the most perfect exhibition
of her naked loveliness, for I
had her back view in full sight while her front
was reflected in the mirror!
Presently I completed my
circuit, then standing close to her, I had a good
look at her palpitating
breasts, noting their delicious fullness and ripeness,
their ivory skin, and the tiny
virgin nipples pointing outward so prettily,
Alice coloring and flushing
and swaying uneasily under my close inspection.
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Then I peered into the round
cleft of her navel while she became more
uneasy than ever, seeing the
downward trend of my inspection. I dropped on
my knees in front of her and
from this vantage point I commenced to
investigate with eager eyes
the mysterious region of her cunt so deliciously
covered with a wealth of close
curling hairs, clustering so thickly 'round and
over the coral lips as almost
to render them invisible! As I did so, Alice
desperately squeezed her
thighs together as closely as she could, at the same
time drawing in her stomach in
the vain hope of defeating my purpose and of
preventing me from inspecting
the citadel wherein reposed her virginity!
As a matter of fact, she did
to a certain extent thwart me, but as I intended
before long to put her on her
back and tie her down, with her legs wide apart,
I did not grudge her partial
success, but brought my face close to her belly.
"Don't! Oh, don't!" she cried,
as if she could feel my eyes as they searched this
most secret part of herself;
but disregarding her pleadings, I closely scanned
the seat of my approaching
pleasure, noting delightedly that her Mount
Venus was exquisitely plump
and fleshy and would afford my itching fingers
the most delicious pleasure
when I allowed them to wander over its delicate
contours and hide themselves
in the forest of hairs that so sweetly covered it!
At last I rose. Without a
word, I slipped behind the mirror and quickly
divested myself of my clothes,
retaining only my shoes and socks. Then,
suddenly, I emerged and stood
right in front of Alice. "Oh," she ejaculated,
horribly shocked by the
unexpected apparition of my naked self, turning
rosy red and hastily averting
her eyes—but not before they had caught sight
of my prick in glorious
erection! I watched her closely. The sight seemed to
fascinate her in spite of her
alarmed modesty; she flashed rapid glances at me
through half-closed eyes, her
color coming and going. She seemed forced, in
spite of herself, to regard
the instrument of her approaching violation, as if to
assess its size and her
capacity!
"Won't you have a good look at
me, Alice?" I presently remarked
maliciously. "I believe I can
claim to possess a good specimen of what is so
dear to the heart of a girl!"
(She quivered painfully.) After a moment I
continued. "Must I then assume
by your apparent indifference that you have,
in your time, seen so many
naked men that the sight no longer appeals to
you?" She colored deeply, but
kept her eyes averted.
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"Are you not even curious to
estimate whether my prick will fit in your
cunt?" I added, determined if
I possibly could to break down the barrier of
silence she was endeavoring to
protect herself with.
I succeeded! Alice tugged
frantically at the ropes which kept her upright,
then broke into a piteous cry.
"No, no ... my God, no!" she supplicated,
throwing her head back but
still keeping her eyes shut as if to exclude the
sight she dreaded. "Oh! ...
you don't really mean to ... to..." She broke down,
utterly unable to clothe in
words the overwhelming fear that she was now to
be violated!
I stepped up to her, passed my
left arm 'round her waist and drew her
trembling figure to me,
thrilling at the exquisite sensation caused by the
touch of our naked bodies
against each other. We were now both facing the
mirror, both reflected in it.
"D-don't touch me!" she
shrieked as she felt my arm encircle her, but holding
her closely against me with my
left arm, I gently placed my right forefinger
on her navel to force her to
open her eyes and watch my movements in the
mirror, which meant that she
would also have to look at my naked self, and
gently I tickled her.
She screamed in terror,
opening her eyes, squirming deliciously. "Don't! Oh,
don't!" she cried agitatedly.
"Then use your chaste eyes
properly and have a good look at the reflection of
the pair of us in the mirror,"
I said somewhat sternly. "Look me over slowly
and thoroughly from head to
foot, then answer the questions I shall presently
put to you. May I call your
attention to the whip hanging on that wall and to
the inviting defenselessness
of your bottom? Understand that I shall not
hesitate to apply one to the
other if you don't do as you are told! Now have a
good look at me!"
Alice shuddered, then
reluctantly raised her eyes and shamefacedly
regarded my reflection in the
mirror, her color coming and going. I watched
her intently (she being also
reflected, my arm was still 'round her waist
holding her against me) and I
noted with cruel satisfaction how she trembled
with shame and fright when her
eyes dwelt on my prick, now stiff and erect!
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"We make a fine pair, Alice,
eh?" I whispered maliciously. She colored
furiously, but remained
silent.
"Now answer my questions: I
want to know something about you before going
further. How old are you?"
"Twenty-five," she whispered.
"In your prime then! Good!
Now, are you a virgin?"
Alice flushed hotly and
painfully, then whispered again, "Yes!"
Oh, my exultation! I was not
too late! The prize of her maidenhead was to be
mine! My prick showed my joy!
I continued my catechism.
"Absolutely virgin?" I asked.
"A pure virgin? Has no hand wandered over
those lovely charms, has no
eye but mine seen them?"
Alice shook her head, blushing
rosy red at the idea suggested by my words. I
looked rather doubtingly at
her.
"I include female eyes and
hands as well as male in my query, Alice," I
continued. "You know that you
have a most attractive lot of girl and woman
friends and that you are
constantly with them. Am I to understand that you
and they have never compared
your charms, have never, when occupying
the same bed..." But she broke
in with a cry of distress. "No, no, not I, not I, oh!
How can you talk to me like
this, Jack?"
"My dear, I only wanted to
find out how much you already know so that I
might know what to teach you
now! Well, shall we begin your lessons?" I
drew her against me, more
closely than ever, and again began to tickle her
navel.
"Jack, don't!" she screamed,
"oh, don't touch me! I can't stand it! Really I can't!"
"Let me see if that is really
so," I replied as I removed my arm from her waist
and slipped behind her, taking
up a position from which I could command
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the reflection of our naked
figures in the mirror, and thus watch her carefully
and noted the effect on her of
my tender mercy.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 4
I commenced to feel Alice by
placing my hands one on each side of her waist,
noting with cruel satisfaction
the shiver that ran through her at their contact
with her naked skin. After a
few caresses, I passed them gently but
inquisitively over her full
hips which I stroked, pressed, and patted lovingly,
then bringing my hands
downward behind her, I roved over her plump
bottom, the fleshy cheeks of
which I gripped and squeezed to my heart's
content. Alice the while
arching herself outwards in a vain attempt to escape
my hands. Then I descended to
the underneath portion of her soft round
thighs and finally worked my
way back to her waist running my hands up
and down over her loins and
finally arriving at her armpits.
Here I paused, and to try the
effect on Alice, I gently tickled these sensitive
spots. "Don't!" she exclaimed,
wriggling and twisting herself uneasily. "Don't, I
am dreadfully ticklish, I
can't stand it at all!" At once I ceased but my blood
went on fire, as through my
brain flashed the idea of the licentiously lovely
spectacle Alice would afford
if she was tied down with her legs fastened
widely apart, and a pointed
feather-tip cleverly applied to the most sensitive
part of her—her
cunt—sufficient slack being allowed in her fastenings to
permit of her wriggling and
writhing freely while being thus tickled, and I
promised to give myself
presently this treat together with the pleasure of
trying on her this interesting
experiment!
After a short pause, I again
placed my hands on her waist, played for a
moment over her swelling hips,
then slipped onto her stomach, my right hand
taking the region below her
waist while my left devoted itself to her bosom,
but carefully avoiding her
breasts for the moment.
Oh! What pleasure I tasted in
thus touching her pure sweet flesh, so smooth,
so warm, so essentially
female! My delighted hands wandered all over her
body while the poor girl stood
quivering and trembling, unable to guess
whether her breast or cunt was
next to be attacked.
I did not keep her long in
suspense. After circling a few times over her
rounded belly, my right hand
paused on her navel again, and while my
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forefinger gently tickled her,
my left hand slid quietly onto her right breast
which it then gently seized.
She gave a great cry of
dismay! Meanwhile my right hand had in turn
slipped up to her left breast,
and another involuntary shriek from Alice
announced that both of her
virgin bubbies had become the prey of my cruel
hands!
Oh, how she begged me to
release them, the while tossing herself from side to
side in almost uncontrollable
agitation as my fingers played with her
delicious breasts, now
squeezing, now stroking, now pressing them against
each other, now rolling them
upwards and downwards, now gently irritating
and exciting their tiny
nipples! Such delicious morsels of flesh I had never
handled—so firm and yet so
springing, so ripe and yet so maidenly,
palpitating under the hitherto
unknown sensations communicated by the
touch of masculine hands on
their virgin surfaces. Meanwhile Alice's telltale
face reflected in the mirror
clearly indicated to me the mental shame and
anguish she was feeling at
this terrible outrage; her flushed cheeks, dilated
nostrils, half-closed eyes,
her panting, heaving bosom all revealing her agony
under this desecration of her
maiden self. In rapture, I continued toying with
her virgin globes, all the
while gloating on Alice's image in the mirror,
twisting and contorting in the
most lasciviously ravishing way under her
varying emotions!
At last I tore my hands away
from Alice's breasts. I slipped my left arm 'round
her waist, drew her tightly
against me, then while I held her stomach and
slowly approached her cunt,
Alice instantly guessed my intention! She threw
her weight on one leg, then
quickly placed the other across her groin to foil
my attack, crying: "No, no,
Jack! ... not there ... not there!" At the same time she
endeavored frantically to turn
herself away from my hand. But the close grip
of my left arm defeated her,
and disregarding her cries, my hand crept on and
on till it reached her hairs!
These I gently pulled, twining them 'round my
fingers as I reveled in their
curling silkiness. Then amorously, I began to feel
and press her gloriously
swelling Mount Venus, a finger on each side of its slit!
Alice now simply shrieked in
her shame and distress, jerking herself
convulsively backwards and
twisting herself frenziedly! As she was forced to
stand on both legs in order to
maintain her balance, her cunt was absolutely
defenseless, and my eager
fingers roved all over it, touching, pressing,
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tickling, pulling her hairs at
their sweet will. Then I began to attack her
virgin orifice and tickle her
slit, passing my forefinger lightly up and down it,
all the time watching her
intently in the mirror! Alice quivered violently, her
head fell backwards in her
agony as she shrieked, "Jack don't! ... for God's
sake, don't! ... stop! ...
stop!" But I could feel her cunt opening under my
lascivious titillation and so
could she! Her distress became almost
uncontrollable. "Oh, my God!"
she screamed in her desperation as my finger
found its way to her clitoris
and lovingly titillated it, she spasmodically
squeezing her thighs together
in her vain attempts to defend herself.
Unheeding her agonized
pleading, I continued to tickle her clitoris for a few
delicious moments, then I
gently passed my finger along her cunt and
between its now half-opened
lips till I arrived at her maiden orifice up which
it tenderly forced its way,
burying itself in Alice's cunt till it could penetrate
no further into her! Alice's
agitation now became uncontrollable; she
struggled so violently that I
could hardly hold her still, especially when she
felt the interior of her cunt
invaded and my finger investigate the mysteries
of its virgin recesses!
Oh! My voluptuous sensations
at that moment! Alice's naked quivering body
clutched tightly against mine!
My finger, half-buried in her maiden cunt,
enveloped in her soft, warm,
throbbing flesh and gently explored its luscious
interior! In my excitement I
must have pushed my inquisitiveness too far, for
Alice suddenly screamed: "Oh!
... Oh! ... you're hurting me! ... stop! ... stop!" her
head falling forward on her
bosom as she did so! Delighted at this unexpected
proof of her virginity and
fearful of exciting her sexual passions beyond her
powers of control, I gently
withdrew my finger and soothed her by passing it
lovingly and caressingly over
her cunt; then releasing her from my encircling
arm, I left her to recover
herself. But, though visibly relieved at being at last
left alone, Alice trembled so
violently that I hastily pushed her favorite
armchair (the treacherous one)
behind her, hastily released the pulley-ropes
and let her drop into the
chair to rest and recover herself, for I knew that her
distress was only temporary
and would soon pass away and leave her in a fit
condition to be again fastened
and subjected to some other torture, for so it
undoubtedly was to her.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 5
On this occasion, I did not
set free the catch which permitted the arms of the
chair to imprison the
occupant. Alice was so upset by her experiences that I
felt sure she would not give
me any trouble worth mentioning when it
became time for her torturing
to recommence, provided, of course, that I did
not allow her too long a
respite, and this, from my own point of view, I did not
propose to do as I was wildly
longing to play again with her naked charms!
I therefore let her coil
herself up in the chair with her face buried in her
hands, and greedily gloated
over the voluptuous curves of her haunches and
bottom which she was
unconsciously exhibiting, the while trying to make up
my mind as to what I should
next do to her. This I soon decided. My hands
were itching to again handle
her virgin flesh, and so I determined to tie Alice
upright to one of the pillars
and while comfortably seated close in front of
her, to amuse myself by
playing with her breasts and cunt again!
She was now lying quietly and
breathing normally and regularly, the
trembling and quivering that
had been running intermittently through her
having, by now, ceased. I did
not feel quite sure she had recovered herself yet,
but as I watched her, I
noticed an attempt on her part to try and slip her wrists
out of the silken nooses that
attached the ropes to them. This settled the point,
and, before she could free her
hands, I set the ropes working, remarking as I
did so: "Well, Alice, shall we
resume?"
She glanced at me fearfully,
then averted her eyes as she exclaimed
hurriedly: "Oh, no, Jack! Not
again, not again!" and shuddered at the
recollection of her recent
ordeal!
"Yes, my dear!" I replied,
"the same thing, though not quite in the same way;
you'll be more comfy this
time! Now, Alice, come along, stand up again!"
"No!" she cried, fighting
vainly the now fast tightening ropes that were
inexorably raising her to her
feet! "Oh, Jack! No! ... no!" she pitifully pleaded,
while opposing the upward pull
with all her might but to no avail! I simply
smiled cruelly at her as I
picked up a leather strap and awaited the favorable
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moment to force her against
the nearest pillar. Presently she was dragged off
the chair and now was my time.
I pounced on her and rushed her backwards
to the pillar, quickly
slipping the strap 'round it and her waist and buckling
it, and thus securing her.
Then I loosened the pulleys and, lowering her arms, I
forced them behind her and
'round the pillar till I got her wrists together and
made them fast to a ring set
in the pillar. Alice was now helpless. The whole
of the front of her person was
at my disposal. She was securely fastened, but,
with a refinement of cruelty,
I lashed her ankles together and bound them to
the pillar! Then I unbuckled
the strap 'round her waist and threw it away, it
being no longer needed, placed
the armchair in front of her, and sitting down
in it, I drew it so close to
her that she stood between my parted legs and
within easy touch, just as she
did when she was being indecently assaulted
before she was undressed, only
then we both were fully clothed, while now
we both were stark naked! She
could not throw her head back because of the
pillar, and if she let it
droop, as she naturally wanted to do, the first thing that
her innocent eyes would rest
upon would be my excited prick in glorious
erection, its blushing head
pointing directly towards her cunt as if striving to
make the acquaintance of its
destined bride!
Confused, shamefaced, and in
horrible dread, Alice stood trembling in front
of me, her eyes tightly closed
as if to avoid the sight of my naked self, her
bosom agitatedly palpitating
till her breasts seemed almost to be dancing! I
leaned back in my chair
luxuriously as I gloated over the voluptuously
charming spectacle, allowing
her a little time in which to recover herself
somewhat before I set to work
to feel her again!
Before long, the agitations of
her bosom died away; Alice's breathing
became quieter. She was
evidently now ready for another turn, and I did not
keep her waiting, but gently
placed my hands on her breasts.
"No, Jack, don't!" she pleaded
piteously, moving herself uneasily. My only
response was to stroke
lovingly her delicious twin globes. As her shoulders
were of necessity drawn well
back by the pull of her arms, her bust was
thrown well forward, thus
causing her breasts to stand out saucily and
provokingly; and I took the
fullest advantage of this. Her flesh was delicious
to the touch, so smooth and
soft and warm, so springy and elastic! My fingers
simply reveled in their
contact with her skin! Taking her tempting bubbies
between my fingers and thumbs,
I amorously pressed and squeezed them,
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pulled them this way and that
way, rubbed them against each other, finally
taking each delicate nipple in
turn in my mouth and sucking it while my
hands made as if they were
trying to milk her! Alice all the while
involuntarily shifted herself
nervously as if endeavoring to escape from my
audaciously inquisitive
fingers, her face scarlet with shame.
After a delicious five minutes
of lascivious toying with her maiden breasts, I
reluctantly quitted them,
first imprinting on each of her little nipples a
passionate kiss which seemed
to send a thrill through her. As I sank back into
my chair, she took a long
breath of relief, at which I smiled, for I had only
deserted her breasts for her
cunt!
Alice's legs were a trifle
short, and her cunt therefore lay a little too low for
effective attack from me in a
sitting position. I therefore pushed the chair
back and knelt in front of
her. My intentions were now too obviously plain to
her and she shrieked in her
dismay, squirming deliciously!
For some little time I did not
touch her, but indulged in a good look, at close
quarters, at the sweet citadel
of her chastity!
My readers will remember that
immediately after I had stripped Alice
naked, I had closely inspected
her cunt from a similar point of view. But then
it was unsullied, untouched;
now it had experienced the adoring touch of a
male finger, and her sensitive
body was still all aquiver from the lustful
handling her dainty breasts
had just endured! Did her cunt share in the
sexual excitement that my
fingers had undoubtedly aroused in her?
It seemed to me that it did!
The hair seemed to stand out as if ruffled, the
Mount of Venus certainly
looked fuller, while the coral lips of the cunt itself
were distinctly more apart! I
could not see her clitoris, but I concluded that it
participated in the undoubted
excitement that was prevailing in this sweet
portion of Alice's body, and
of which she evidently was painfully aware, to
judge by her shrinking,
quivering movements!
I soon settled the point by
gently placing my right forefinger on her slit and
lovingly stroking it! An
electric shock seemed to send a thrill through Alice,
her limbs contracted, her head
fell forward as she screamed: "Don't, Jack! ...
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Oh, my God! How can you treat
me so?" while she struggled frantically to
break the ropes which lashed
her legs to the pillar to which she was fastened!
"Don't you like it, dear?" I
asked softly with a cruel smile as I continued to
gently play with her cunt!
"No, no," she shrieked, "oh,
stop! ... I can't stand it!" And she squirmed horribly!
The crack of her cunt now
began to open visibly!
I slipped my finger in between
the parted lips. Another despairing shriek
came from Alice, whose face
now was scarlet! Again I found my progress
barred by the membrane that
proved her virgin condition! Reveling in the
warm moistness of her
throbbing flesh, I slowly agitated my finger in its
delicious envelope as if
frigging her. "Jack! Don't!" Alice yelled, now mad
with distress and shame, but I
could not for the life of me stop, and with my
left forefinger, I gently
attacked her virgin clitoris!
Alice went off into a paroxysm
of hysterical shrieks, straining at her
fastenings, squirming,
wriggling, writhing like one possessed. She was a
lovely sight in herself and
the knowledge that the struggling, shrieking girl I
was torturing was Alice
herself and none but Alice added zest to my
occupation!
Disregarding her cries, I went
on slowly frigging her, but carefully refrained
from carrying her sexual
excitement to the spending point, till I had pushed
her powers of self-control to
their utmost. I did not want her to spend yet, this
crowning humiliation I
intended to effect with my tongue. Presently, what I
wished was to make Alice
endure the most outrageously indecent indignities
I could inflict on her virgin
person, to play on her sexual sensitiveness, to
provoke her nearly into
spending, and then deny her the blessed relief. So,
exercising every care, and
utilizing to the utmost the peculiarly subtle power
of touch I possessed, I
continued to play with her cunt using both my hands,
till I drove her nearly
frantic with the sexual cravings and excitement I was
provoking!
Just then I noticed certain
spasmodic contortions of her hips and buttocks,
certain involuntary thrusting
out of her belly, as if begging for more close
contact with my busy fingers;
I knew this meant that control over her sexual
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organs was giving out and that
she would be driven into spending if I did not
take care. Then, most
reluctantly, I stopped torturing her for the moment, and,
leaning back in my chair, I
gloatingly watched Alice as little by little she
regained her composure, my
eyes dwelling delightedly on her trembling and
quivering naked body so
gloriously displayed!
She breathed a long sigh of
heartfelt relief as she presently saw me rise and
leave her. She did not,
however, know that my object in doing so was to
prepare for another, and
perhaps more terrible, ordeal for her virgin cunt!
From a drawer, I took out a
long glove box, then returned and resumed my
seat in front of her with the
box in my hand. She watched me with painful
intensity, her feminine
intuition telling her that something horrible was in
store for her, and she was not
wrong!
Holding the box in such a way
that she could see the contents, I opened it.
Inside were about a dozen long
and finely pointed feathers. Alice at once
guessed her fate—that her cunt
was to be tickled. Her head fell back in
terror as she shrieked: "Oh,
my God! Not that, Jack! ... not that! ... you'll kill me!
I can't stand it!" I laughed
cruelly at her and proceeded to pick out a feather,
whereupon she frantically
tugged at her fastenings, screaming frenziedly for
mercy!
"Steady, dear, steady now,
Alice!" I said soothingly, as if addressing a restive
mare, then touched her
palpitating breasts with the feather's point.
"Jack, don't!" she yelled,
pressing herself wildly back against the pillar in an
impotent effort to escape the
torture caused by the maddeningly gentle
titillation, her face crimson.
For response, I proceeded to pass the tip of the
feather along the lower
portion of her glorious bubbies, touching the skin
ever so lightly here and
there, then tickling her maiden nipples! With
redoubled cries, Alice began
to squirm convulsively as much as her
fastenings would permit, while
the effect of the fiendishly subtle torture on
her became manifest by the
sudden stiffening of her breasts, which now
began to stand out tense and
full! Noting this, I thought it as well to allow her
a little respite; so I dropped
my hand, but, at the same time, leaned forward
till my face touched her
breasts, which I then proceeded to kiss lovingly in
turn, finally sucking them
amorously till they again became soft and
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yielding. I then made as if I
would repeat the torture, but after a touch or two
(which produced piteous cries
and contortions) I pretended to be moved by
her distress, and again
dropping my hand, leaned back in the chair till she
became less agitated!
But as soon as the regular
rise and fall of her lovely bosom indicated the
regaining of her composure, I
proceeded to try the ardently longed for
experiment: The effect of a
feather applied to a girl's cunt! And no one could
have desired a more lovely
subject on which to test this much debated
question than was being
offered by the naked helpless girl now standing
terrified between my legs!
Pushing my chair back as much
as was desirable, I leaned forward and
slowly extended my right arm
in the direction of Alice's cunt. A great cry of
despair broke from her as she
noted the movement, and she flattened her
bottom against the pillar in a
vain attempt to draw herself back out of reach.
But the only effect of her
desperate movement was to force forward her
Mount Venus, and thereby
render her cunt more open to the attack of the
feather than it previously
was!
Carefully regulating my
motions, I gently brought the tip of the feather
against the lowest point of
Alice's cunt hole, then very softly and gently
began to play up and down, on
and between its delicate coral lips! Alice's
head had dropped onto her
breast, the better, I fancy, to watch my
movements; but as soon as the
feather touched her cunt, she threw her head
backwards, as if in agony,
shrieking at the top of her voice, her whole body
twisting and contorting
wildly. Not heeding her agonized appeals, I
proceeded to work along her
slit towards her clitoris, putting into play the
most subtle titillation I was
capable of, sometimes passing the feather all
along the slit from one end to
the other, sometimes tickling the orifice itself,
not only outside but inside,
then ascending towards her clitoris, I would pass
the tip of the feather all
'round it, irritating it without so much as touching it.
The effect of my manipulation
soon became evident. First the lips of Alice's
cunt began to pout, then to
gape a little, then a little more as if inviting the
feather to pass into it—which
it did! Alice's clitoris commenced to assert
itself and to become stiff and
turgid, throbbing excitedly; her whole cunt
seemed as if possessed by an
irresistible flood of sexual lust and almost to
demand mutely the immediate
satisfaction of its cravings! Meanwhile Alice,
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firmly attached to the pillar,
went into a paroxysm of contortions and
convulsions, wriggling,
squirming, writhing, tugging frantically at her
fastenings, shrieking,
praying, utterly incoherent exclamations and
ejaculations, her eyes
starting out of her head, her quivering lips, her heaving
bosom with its wildly
palpitating breasts all revealing the agony of body and
mind that she was enduring!
Fascinated by the spectacle, I continued to
torture her by tickling her
cunt more and more scientifically and cruelly,
noting carefully the spots at
which the tickling seemed most felt and
returning to those
ultra-sensitive parts of her cunt, avoiding only her
clitoris—as I felt sure that,
were this touched, Alice would spend—till her
strength became exhausted
under the double strain! With a strangled shriek
Alice collapsed just as I had
forced the feather up her cunt and was
beginning to tickle the
sensitive interior! Her head fell forward on her bosom,
her figure lost its
self-supporting rigidity, and she hung flaccidly, prevented
from falling only by her
wrists being shackled together 'round the pillar!
There was nothing to be gained
by prolonging the torture, so quickly I
unfastened her, loosed her
wrists and ankles from their shackles, and carried
her to the large divan-couch
where I gently laid her, knowing that she would
soon recover herself and
guessing that she now would not need to be kept
tied and that she had realized
the futility of resistance.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 6
The couch on which I placed
Alice was one of the cunning pieces of furniture
that I had designed for use,
should I succeed in capturing her. It was
unusually long, nearly eight
feet, and more than three feet wide, upholstered
in dark green satin and
stuffed in such a way as to be delightfully soft and
springy and yet not to allow
one's body to sink into it. In appearance it
resembled a divan, but in
stern reality it was a rack, for at each end there was
concealed a mechanism that
worked stout leather straps, its object being to
extend Alice flat at full
length either on her back or her front (as I might
wish) and to maintain her
fixed thus, while I amused myself with her or
worked my cruel will on her!
From about halfway down the sides, there issued
a pair of supplementary straps
also worked by a mechanism, by which means
Alice's legs could be pulled
widely apart and held so, should I want to devote
myself to her cunt or to, dare
I actually say it, fuck her against her will!
I did not wish to fatigue her
with another useless struggle, so before she
recovered the use of her
faculties, I attached the corner straps to her wrists
and ankles, leaving them quite
loose and slack, so that she could move herself
freely. Hardly had I effected
this when Alice began to come to herself;
immediately I quitted her and
went to a part of the room where my back
would be turned to her, but
from which I could nevertheless watch her by
means of a mirror.
I saw her take a deep breath,
then slowly open her eyes and look about as if
puzzled. Almost mechanically,
one of her hands stole to her breasts and the
other to her cunt, and she
gently soothed these tortured parts by stroking
them softly, as if to relieve
them of the terrible tickling to which they had
been subjected! Presently she
rose to a sitting position, then tried to free
herself from the straps on her
wrists and ankles.
I now considered that she must
have fully recovered, so I returned to her and
without a word touched the
spring that set the mechanism working
noiselessly. Immediately the
straps began to tighten. As soon as she observed
this, Alice started up in a
fright, at once detecting that she would be spreadeagled
on her back if she did not
break loose! "No, no, no!" she cried, terrified
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at the prospect; then she
desperately endeavored to slip out of her fastenings,
but the straps were tightening
quickly and in the struggle, she lost her
balance and fell backwards on
the couch. Before she could recover herself,
she was drawn into a position
in which resistance was impossible! With cruel
satisfaction I watched her,
disregarding her frenzied appeals for mercy! Inch
by inch, she was pulled
flatter and flatter, till she rested on her back, then,
inch by inch, her dainty legs
were drawn asunder till her heels rested on the
edges of the couch! Then I
stopped the machinery. Alice was now utterly
helpless! In speechless
delight, I stood gazing at her lovely body as she lay on
her back, panting after her
exertions, her bosom heaving and fluttering with
her emotions, her face rosy
red with shame, her lovely breasts and virgin cunt
conspicuously exposed, stark
naked, a living Maltese Cross!
When I had sufficiently
gratified my sense of sight and she had become a
little calmer, I quietly
seated myself by her waist, facing her feet, then,
bending over her, I began
delightedly to inspect the delicious abode of
Alice's maidenhead, her virgin
cunt, now so fully exhibited! With sparkling
eyes, I noted her full, fleshy
Mount Venus, the delicately tinted coral lips
quivering under sensations
hitherto a stranger to them, the wealth of closeclustering
curly hair; with intense
delight, I saw that, for a girl of her height
and build, Alice had a large
cunt, and that her clitoris was well-developed
and prominent, that the lips
were full and her slit easy to open! Intently I
scanned its every feature, the
sweet junction of her belly and thighs, her
smooth plump thighs
themselves, the lines of her groin, while Alice lay
trembling in an agony of shame
and fright, horribly conscious of the close
investigation her cunt was
undergoing and in terrible dread of the sequel!
Shakespeare sings (in Venus
and Adonis): Who sees his true love in her
naked bed, Teaching the sheets
a whiter hue than white; But when his
glutton eye full gorged hath
fed, His other agents aim at like delight!
So it was with me! My hands
were tingling to explore the mysteries of Alice's
cunt, to wander unchecked over
her luscious belly and thighs. My prick was
in a horrible state of
erection! I could hardly restrain myself from falling on
her and ravishing her as she
lay there so temptingly helpless! But with a
strong effort, I did suppress
my rioting lustful desires and tore myself away
from Alice's secret charms for
a brief spell!
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I turned 'round so as to face
her, still seated by her waist, and placed my
hands on her lovely breasts.
As I lovingly squeezed them, I lowered my face
till I almost touched hers,
then whispered, "You delicious beauty, kiss me!" at
the same time placing my lips
on hers. Alice flushed hotly, but did not
comply! I had never yet either
kissed her or received a kiss from her and was
mad for one!
"Alice, kiss me!" I repeated
somewhat sternly, looking threateningly at her
and replacing my lips on her
mouth. Reluctantly she complied; I felt her lips
open as she softly kissed me!
It was delicious! "Give me another!" I demanded,
putting my right cheek in
position to receive it. She complied. "Yet another!" I
commanded, tendering my left
cheek. Again she complied. "Now give me
two more, nice ones, mouth to
mouth!" Again came the sweet salute, so
maddeningly exciting that,
hastily quitting her breasts, I threw my arms
'round her neck, drew her face
to mine, then showered burning kisses on her
mouth, eyes and cheeks till
she gasped for breath, blushing rosy red!
Reluctantly I let her go; then
to her dismay, I again turned 'round and bent
over her cunt, and after a
long look at it, expressive of the deepest admiration,
I gently placed my hands on
her belly and, after softly stroking it, began to
follow the converging lines of
her groin. Alice shrieked in sudden alarm! "No,
no—Oh! My God, no, no ...
don't touch me there! ... Oh! No! Not there!" and
struggled desperately to break
loose. But I disregarded her cries and
continued my invasion; soon my
itching fingers reached the forest of hairs
that covered her Mons Veneris,
she squirming deliciously, then rested on her
cunt itself. An agonized
shriek of "Oh! ... Oh!" from Alice, as she writhed
helplessly with quivering
hips, proclaimed my victory and her shame!
Shall I ever forget the
sensations of that moment? At last, after all that
longing and waiting, Alice's
cunt was finally at my mercy, I not only had it in
the fullest possible view, but
was actually touching it! My fingers, ranged on
each side of the delicate
pinky slit, were busy amorously pressing and feeling
it, now playing with its silky
curly hairs and gently pulling them, now
tenderly stroking its sweet
lips, now gently opening them so as to expose its
coral orifice and its
throbbingly agitated clitoris! Resting as I was on Alice's
belly, I could feel every
quiver and tremor as it passed through her, every
involuntary contortion induced
by the play of my fingers on this most
delicate and susceptible part
of her anatomy, the fluttering of her
palpitating and heaving bosom!
I could hear the involuntary ejaculation, the
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"ohs!" and the "ahs!" that
broke from her in her shame and mental anguish at
thus having to endure such
handling and fingering of her maiden cunt and
the strange half-terrifying
sensations thereby provoked.
Half-mad with delight, I
continued to toy sweetly with Alice's cunt, till
sudden unmistakable wriggles
of her bottom and hips and her incoherent
exclamations warned me that I
was trying her too much, if not goading her
into spending, and as I had
determined that Alice's first sacrifice to Venus
should be induced by the
action of my tongue on her cunt, I reluctantly
desisted from my delightful
occupation, to her intense relief!
Turning 'round, I again
clasped her in my arms, rained hot kisses on her
unresisting lips and cheeks, murmuring brokenly, "Oh, Alice! ... Oh,
Alice..."
Then pressing my cheek against
hers, I rested with her clasped in my arms,
her breasts quivering against
my chest, till we both grew calmer and her
trembling ceased.
For about five minutes there
was dead silence, broken only by Alice's
agitated breathing. Soon this
ceased, and she seemed to have recovered
command of herself again.
Softly I whispered to her, "Will you not surrender
yourself to me now, Alice
dear? Surely it is plain to you that you cannot help
yourself."
She drew her face away from me
and murmured, "No, no, I can't, I can't ... let
you ... have me! Oh, let me
go! ... Let me go!"
"No," I replied sternly,
releasing my clasp of her and resuming my sitting
position by her waist, "No, my
dear, you shan't go till you've been well
punished and well fucked! But
as I said before, I think you will change your
mind presently!"
She looked questioningly at
me, fear in her eyes. I rose. Her eyes followed me,
and when she saw me select
another fine-pointed feather and turn back to
her, she instantly divined my
intentions and frantically endeavored to break
the ropes that kept her thighs
apart shrieking, "Oh no, no, my God no, I can't
stand it! ... you'll kill me!"
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"Oh, no, I won't!" I replied
quietly, seating myself by her knees so as to
command both her cunt and a
view of her struggles which I knew would
prove most excitingly
delicious! Without another word, I gently directed the
point of the feather against
the lowest part of her cunt's virgin orifice and
commenced to tickle her!
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 7
A fearful scream broke from
Alice; a violent quivering spasm shook her from
head to foot! Her muscles
contracted as she vainly strove to break free!
Arching her back, she
endeavored to turn herself first on one side and then on
the other, tugging frantically
at the straps, anything as long as she could
dodge the feather! But she
could do nothing! The more she shrieked and
wriggled, the greater was the
pleasure she was affording me; so, deaf to her
cries and incoherent
pleadings, I continued to tickle her cunt, sometimes up
and down the slit, sometimes
just inside, noting with cruel delight how its lips
began to gape open under the
sexual excitement now being aroused and how
her throbbing clitoris began
to erect itself!
Alice presented a most
voluptuous spectacle; clenched hands, half-closed
eyes, heaving breasts,
palpitating bosom, plunging hips, tossing bottom,
jerking thighs—wriggling and
squirming frantically, uttering broken and
incoherent ejaculations,
shrieking, praying.
I thought it wise to give her
a pause for rest and partial recovery, and
withdrew the feather from
between the lips of her cunt, then gently stroked
them caressingly. "Ah! ...
Ah..." she murmured half unconsciously, closing her
eyes. I let her lie still, but
watched her closely.
Presently her eyes opened
half-dreamily; she heaved a deep breath. I made
as if to resume the tickling.
"No, no," she murmured faintly, "it's no use! ... I can't
stand it! ... don't tickle me
any more!"
"Well, will you yield yourself
to me?" I asked.
Alice lay silent for a moment,
then with an evident effort said, "Yes!"
Letting the feather fall
between her parted legs, I leaned forward and took
her in my arms: "There must
not be any mistake, Alice," I said softly. "Are you
willing to let me do to you
anything and everything that I may wish?"
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Half opening her eyes, she
nodded her head in assent. "And do you promise
to do everything and anything
that I may wish you to do?"
She hesitated. "What will you
want me to do?" she murmured.
"I don't know," I replied,
"but whatever it may be, you must do it. Do you
promise?"
"Yes," she murmured
reluctantly.
"Then kiss me, kiss me
properly in token of peace!" I whispered in her ear,
placing my lips on hers; and
deliciously she kissed me, receiving at the same
time my ardent reciprocations.
I unclasped her and began to play with her
breasts.
"May I get up now?" she asked,
moving herself uneasily as she felt her breasts
being squeezed.
"Not just yet, dear," I
replied. "I've excited you so terribly that it is only fair to
you that I should give you
relief, and as I know that in spite of your promise
you will not behave as you
should do, simply from inexperience, I will keep
you as you are till I have
solaced you!"
"Oh, what are you going to do
to me?" she asked in alarm, in evident fear
that she was about to be
violated!
"Restore you to ease, dear, by
kissing you all over; now lie still and you will
enjoy the greatest pleasure a
girl can taste and yet remain virgin!"
With heightened color she
resigned herself to her fate. I took her again in my
arms and sweetly kissed her on
her eyes, her cheeks, her hair! Then releasing
her, I applied my lips to her
delicious breasts, and showered burning kisses all
over them, reveling in their
sweet softness and exquisite elasticity. Taking
each breast in turn, I held it
between finger and thumb, then enveloping the
dainty little nipple between
my lips, I alternately played on it with my
tongue and sucked it, all the
while squeezing and toying with the breast,
causing Alice to experience
the most lascivious sensation she had yet known,
except perhaps when her cunt
was being felt.
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"Stop! Oh, for God's sake
stop!" she ejaculated in her confusion and halffright
as to what might happen. "For
heaven's sake, stop!" she screamed as I
abandoned one breast only to
attack the other. But the game was too
delightful, feeling her
glorious throbbing ripe bubbies in my mouth and
quivering under my tongue,
while Alice squirmed in her distress, was a treat
for a god. So disregarding her
impassioned pleadings, I continued to suck and
tongue-tickle them till their
sudden stiffening warned me that Alice's sexual
instincts were being roused
and the result might be a premature explosion
when she felt the grand
assault on her cunt.
So I desisted reluctantly.
Again I encircled her neck with my arms, kissed her
pleading mouth and imploring
eyes as she lay helpless, then with my tongue,
I touched her navel. She cried
"No, no, oh! don't," struggling desperately to
get free, for it began to dawn
on her innocent mind what her real torture was
to be.
I did not keep her in
suspense. Thrusting my hands under her and gripping
the cheeks of her bottom so as
to steady her plunging, I ran my tongue down
lightly over the lines of her
abdomen, then began to tenderly kiss her cunt.
She shrieked in her terror as
she felt my lips on her cunt, and with frantic
wriggling endeavored to escape
my pursuing mouth. At this critical moment,
I lightly ran my tongue along
Alice's slit. The effect was astounding! For a
moment she seemed to swoon
under the subtle titillation, but on my tongue
again caressing her cunt, only
this time darting deeper between its lips, she
went off into a paroxysm of
shrieks and cries, wriggling and squirming in a
most wonderful way,
considering how strongly I had fastened her down. Her
eyes seemed to start out of
her head under the awful tickling that she was
experiencing. She plunged so
frantically that although I was tightly gripping
her buttocks, she almost
dislodged my mouth, the rigid muscles of her lovely
thighs testifying to the
desperate effort she was making to get loose. But the
subtle titillation had aroused
her sexual desires, without her recognizing the
fact in her distress. Her cunt
began to open of its own accord, soon the clitoris
was revealed turgid and stiff,
quivering in sexual excitement. Her orifice
began to yawn and show the way
to Paradise; deeper and deeper plunged
my tongue into its satiny
recess, Alice mechanically and unconsciously
thrusting herself upwards as
if to meet my tongue's downward darting and
strokes. Her head rolled from
side to side, as, with half-closed eyes, she
struggled with a fast
increasing feeling that she must surrender herself to the
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imperious call of her sexual
nature, yet endeavoring desperately not to do so,
hampered by long-established
notions of chastity. Her breath came in
snatches, her breasts heaved
and panted, half broken ejaculations escaped
from her quivering lips. The
time had arrived for the sacrifice and the victim
was ready. Thrusting my tongue
as deeply into her cunt as I could force it, I
gave her one final and supreme
tickling, then, taking her clitoris between my
lips, I sucked hard on it, all
the while tickling it with my tongue.
It was too much for Alice.
"Stop ... stop ... it's coming! ... it's coming!" she gasped.
An irresistible wave of lust
swept away the last barriers of chastity, and, with
a despairing wail, "Oh ... Oh!
I can't help ... it! Oh ... Oh ... Oh!" She spent
frantically!
Feeling her go, I sprang to my
feet to watch Alice as she spent. It was a
wonderful sight! There she lay
on her back, completely naked, forced to
expose her most secret charm,
utterly absorbed in the sensations of the
moment, her body pulsating and
thrilling with each sexual spasm, her closed
eyes, half open lips, and
stiff breasts indicating the intensity of the emotions
that possessed her. And so she
remained for a minute or two, as if in a semiswoon.
Presently I noticed a relaxing
of her muscles; then she drew a long breath
and dreamily opened her eyes.
For a moment she seemed dazed and almost
puzzled about where she was:
then her eyes fell on me, and in a flash she
remembered everything. A wave
of color surged furiously over her face and
bosom at the thought that I
had witnessed her unconscious transports and
raptures as she yielded
herself to her sexual passions in spite of herself.
Stirring uneasily, she averted
her eyes, flushing hotly again. I stooped down
and kissed her passionately;
then, without a word, I unfastened her, raised her
from the settee and supported
her to the large armchair where she promptly
curled herself up, burying her
blushing face in her hands.
I thought it wisest to leave
her undisturbed for a brief space, so I busied
myself quietly in pouring out
two glasses of wine, and knowing what severe
calls were going to be made on
Alice's reproductive powers, I took the
opportunity to fortify these
by dropping into her glass the least possible dose
of cantharides.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 8
My readers will naturally
wonder what my condition of mind and body was
after both had been subjected
to such intense inflammation as was inevitable
from my close association with
Alice dressed and Alice naked.
Naturally I had been in a
state of considerable erotic excitation from the
moment that Alice's naked
charms were revealed, especially when my hands
were playing with her breasts
and toying with her cunt. But I had managed
to control myself. The events
recorded in the last CHAPTER, however, proved
too much for me. The contact
of my lips and tongue with Alice's maiden lips,
breasts, and cunt and the
sight of her as she spent were more than I could
stand, and I was nearly mad
with lust and an overpowering desire that she
should somehow satisfy for the
time this lust after her.
But how could it be arranged?
I wanted to keep her virgin as long as I
possibly could, for I had not
nearly completed my carefully prepared
program of fondling and
quasi-tortures that gain double spice and
salaciousness when perpetrated
on a virgin. To fuck her therefore was out of
the question. Of course there
was her mouth, and my blood boiled at the idea
of being sucked by Alice; but
it was patent that she was too innocent and
inexperienced to give me this
pleasure. There were her breasts: One could
have a delicious time no doubt
by using them to form a tunnel and to work
my prick between them, but
this was a game better played later on. There
were her hands, and sweetly
could Alice frig me, if she devoted one dainty
hand to my prick, while the
other played with my testicles, but nothing
would be easier than for her
to score off me heavily, by giving the latter an
innocent wrench that would
throw me out of action entirely. The only
possible remaining method was
her bottom, and while I was feverishly
debating its advisability, an
innocent movement of hers and the consequent
change of attitude suddenly
displayed the superb curves and general
lusciousness of her
posteriors. In spite of my impatience, I involuntarily
paused to admire their
glorious opulence! Yes, I would bottom fuck Alice: I
would deprive her of one of
her maidenheads.
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But would she let me do so?
True, she had just sworn to submit herself to my
caprices whatever they might
be, but such a caprice no doubt never entered
into her innocent mind, and
unless she did submit herself quietly, I might be
baffled and in the excitement
of the struggle and the contact with her warm
naked flesh, I might spend,
"waste my sweetness on the desert air!" Suddenly
a cruelly brilliant idea
struck me, and at once I proceeded to act on it.
She was still lying curled up
in the armchair. I touched her on the shoulder;
she looked up hurriedly.
"I think you have rested long
enough, Alice," I said. "Now get up. I want you
to put me right!" I pointed to
my prick, now in a state of terrible erection!
"See!" I continued, "you must
do something to put it out of its torment, just as I
have already so sweetly
allayed your lustful cravings!" She flushed painfully!
"You can do it either with
your mouth or by means of your bottom. Now say
quickly—for I am just bursting
with lust for you!"
She hid her face in her hands!
"No, no," she ejaculated—"No. Oh, no! I
couldn't, really I couldn't!"
"You must!" I replied somewhat
sternly, for I was getting mad with
unsatisfied lust. "Remember
the promises you have just made! Come now, no
nonsense! Say which you'll
do!"
She threw herself at my feet.
"No, no," she cried. "I can't!"
Bending over her, I gripped
her shoulders. "You have just sworn that you
would let me do to you
anything I pleased, and that you would do anything I
might tell you to do. In other
words, that you would both actively and
passively minister to my
pleasures. I have given you your choice! If you prefer
to be active, I will lie on my
back and you can suck and excite me into
spending. If you would rather
be passive, you can lie on your face and I will
bottom fuck you! Now which
shall it be?"
"No, no, no!" she moaned in
her distress. "I can't do either. Really I can't!"
Exasperated by her
non-compliance, I determined to get by force what I
wanted, and before she could
guess my intentions, I had gripped her firmly
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'round her body, then
half-carried and half-dragged her to the piano duetstool
which also contained a hidden
mechanism. I forced her onto it, face
downwards, and in spite of her
resistance, I soon fixed the straps to her wrists
and ankles. I set the
mechanism working, sitting on her in order to keep her in
the proper position as she
desperately fought to get loose. Cleverly
managing the straps, I soon
forced Alice into the desired position, flat on her
face and astride the stool,
her wrists and ankles being secured to the
longitudinal wooden bars that
maintained the rigidity of the couch.
Alice was now fixed in such a
way that she could not raise her shoulders or
bosom, but by straightening
her legs, she could heave her bottom upwards a
little. Her position was
perfect for my purpose, and lustfully I gloated over
the spectacle of her
magnificent buttocks, her widely parted thighs affording
me a view of both of her
virgin orifices—both now at my disposal!
I passed my hands amorously
over the glorious backside now at my mercy,
pinching, patting, caressing,
and stroking the glorious flesh; my hands
wandered along her plump
thighs, reveling in their smoothness and softness,
Alice squirming and wriggling
deliciously! Needless to say, her cunt was not
neglected, my fingers tenderly
and lovingly playing with it and causing her
the most exquisitely
irritating titillation.
After enjoying myself in this
way for a few minutes and having thoroughly
felt her bottom, I left her to
herself for a moment while I went to a cupboard,
Alice watching my movements
intently. After rummaging about, I found
what I sought, a riding whip
of some curious soft substance, very springy and
elastic, calculated to sting
but not to mark the flesh. I was getting tired of
having to use force on Alice
to get what I wanted and considered it would be
useful policy to make her
learn the result of not fulfilling her promises. There
is no better way to bring a
girl to her senses than by whipping her soundly,
naked if possible! And here
was Alice, naked; fixed in the best possible
position for a whipping!
As I turned towards her, whip
in hand, she instantly guessed her fate and
shrieked for mercy, struggling
frantically to get loose. Deaf to her pitiful
pleading, I placed myself in
position to command her backside, raised the
whip, and gave her a cut right
across the fleshiest part!
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A fearful shriek broke from
her! Without losing time, I administered another,
and another, and another,
Alice simply now yelling with the pain, and
wriggling in a marvelous way,
considering how tightly she was tied down. I
had never before whipped a
girl, although I had often read and been told of
the delights of the operation
to the operator, but the reality far surpassed my
most vivid expectations! And
the naked girl I was whipping was Alice, the
object of my lust, the girl
who had jilted me, the girl I was about to ravish!
Mad with exultation, I
disregarded her agonized shrieks and cries. With cruel
deliberation, I selected the
tenderest parts of her bottom for my cuts, aiming
sometimes at one luscious
cheek, then the other, then across both, visiting the
tender inside of her widely
parted thighs! Her cries were music to my ear in
my lustful frenzy, while her
wiggles and squirms and the agitated plunging of
her hips and buttocks
enthralled my eyes. But soon, too soon, her strength
began to fail her; her shrieks
degenerated into inarticulate ejaculations!
There was now little pleasure
in continuing her punishment, so, most
reluctantly, I ceased!
Soothingly I passed my right
hand over Alice's quivering bottom and stroked
it caressingly, alleviating,
in a wonderfully short time, the pain. In spite of the
severity of the whipping she
had received, she was not marked at all! Her
flesh was like that of a baby,
slightly pinker perhaps, but clean and fresh. As I
tenderly restored her to ease,
her trembling died away, her breath began to
come more freely and normally,
and soon she was herself again.
"Has the nonsense been whipped
out of you, Alice?" I asked mockingly. She
quivered, but did not answer.
"What, not yet?" I exclaimed,
pretending to misunderstand her. "Must I give
you another turn?" and I
raised the whip as if to commence again.
"No, no!" she cried in genuine
terror, "I'll be good!"
"Then lie still and behave
yourself," I replied, throwing the whip away into a
corner of the room.
From a drawer I took a pot of
cold cream. Alice, who was fearsomely
watching every movement of
mine, cried in alarm: "Jack, what are you going
to do to me? ... Oh, tell me!"
My only response was to commence lubricating
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her arse-hole, during which
operation she squirmed delightfully. Placing
myself full in her sight, I
set to work anointing my rampant prick. "Guess,
dear!" I said.
She guessed accurately! For a
moment she was struck absolutely dumb with
horror, then, struggling
desperately to get free, she cried, "Oh! My God ... no,
Jack ... no! You'll kill me!"
"Don't be alarmed," I said
quietly as I caressed her quivering buttocks. "Think
a moment; larger things have
come out than what is going in! Lie still, Alice,
or I shall have to whip you!"
Placing myself in position behind her, I leaned
forward till the head of my
prick rested against her arse-hole.
"My God!—no, no!" she
shrieked, frantically wriggling her buttocks in an
attempt to thwart me. But the
contact of my prick with Alice's flesh
maddened me; thrusting
fiercely forward, I, with very little difficulty, shoved
my prick halfway up Alice's
bottom with apparently little or no pain to her;
then falling on her, I clasped
her in my arms and rammed myself well into her
till I felt my balls against
her and the cheeks of her bottom against my
stomach!
My God! It was like heaven to
me! Alice's naked quivering body was closely
pressed to mine! My prick was
buried to its hairs in her bottom, reveling in the
warmth of her interior! I
shall never forget it! Prolonging my rapturous
ecstasy, I rested motionless
on her, my hands gripping and squeezing her
palpitating breasts so
conveniently placed for their delectation, my cheek
against her averted face,
listening to the inarticulate murmurs wrung
unconsciously from her by the
violence of her emotions and the
unaccountably strange pleasure
she was experiencing, and which she
confessed to by meeting my
suppressed shoves with spasmodic upward
heavings of her bottom—oh! It
was Paradise!
Inspired by a sudden thought,
I slipped my right hand down to Alice's cunt
and gently tickled it with my
forefinger, but without penetrating. The effect
was marvelous! Alice plunged
wildly under me with tumultuous quivering,
her bosom palpitating and
fluttering: "Ah! ... Ah..." she ejaculated, evidently
falling prey to uncontrollable
sexual cravings! Provoked beyond endurance, I
let myself go! For a few
moments there was a perfect cyclone of frenzied
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upheavings from her, mixed
with fierce down-thrustings from me, then
blissful ecstasy as I spent
madly into Alice, flooding her interior with my
boiling tribute! "Ah! ...
Ah..." she gasped as she felt herself inundated by my
hot discharge! Her cunt
distractedly sought my finger, a violent spasm shook
her, and, with a scarcely
articulate cry but indicative of the intense rapture,
Alice spent on my finger with
quivering vibrations, her head falling forward
as she half-swooned in her
ecstasy! She had lost the maidenhood of her
bottom!
For some seconds we both lay
silent and motionless save for an occasional
tremor; I was utterly absorbed
in the indescribable pleasure of spending into
Alice as she lay tightly
clasped in my arms! She was the first to stir (possibly
incommoded by my weight),
gently turning her face towards me, coloring
furiously as our eyes met! I
pressed my cheek against hers; she did not flinch
but seemed to respond.
Tenderly I kissed her. She turned her face fully
towards me and of her own
accord returned my kiss! Was it that I had tamed
her? Or had she secretly
tasted certain pleasure during the violation of her
bottom? Clasping her closely
to me I whispered, "You have been a good girl
this time, Alice, very good!"
She softly rubbed her cheek against mine! "Did I
hurt you?" I asked.
She whispered back, "Very
little at first, but not afterwards!"
"Did you like it?" I inquired
maliciously. For answer she hid her face in the
settee, blushing hotly! But I
could feel a small thrill run through her!
After a moment's silence, she
raised her head again, moved uneasily, then
murmured, "Oh! Let me get up
now!"
"Very well," I replied, and
unclasping my arms from 'round her, I slowly drew
my prick out of her bottom,
untied her, then, taking her into one of the
alcoves, I showed her a bidet
all ready for her use and left her. Passing into
the other, I performed the
needful ablutions to myself. Radiant with my
victory and with having
relieved my overcharged desires, I awaited Alice's
reappearance.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 9
Presently Alice emerged from
her screen looking much freshened up by her
ablutions. She had taken the
opportunity to put her hair in order, it having
become considerably
disarranged and rumpled from her recent struggling.
Her face had lost the
woebegone look, and there was a certain air of almost
satisfaction about her that I
could not understand, for she smiled as our eyes
met, at the same time faintly
coloring and concealing her cunt with her left
hand as she approached me.
I offered her a glass of wine,
which she drank. I passed my left arm 'round her
waist and drew her to the
armchair, into which I placed myself, making her
seat herself on my thighs and
pass her right arm 'round my neck. Then,
drawing her closely to me, I
proceeded to kiss her ripe lips. She made no
resistance, nor did she
respond.
We sat in silence for a minute
or two, I gently stroking her luscious breasts
while unsuccessfully trying to
read in her eyes what was her present frame of
mind. Undoubtedly, during the
ravishment of her bottom, she had tasted
some pleasure sufficiently
delicious to make her condone for its sake her
violation à la derrière and
practically to pardon her violator! What could it
be?
I thought I would try a long
shot, so presently I whispered in her ear,
"Wouldn't you like that last
all over again?"
I felt her quiver. She was
silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you
mean as a further punishment?"
steadily keeping her eyes averted from me
and flushing slightly.
"Oh no!" I replied. "It was so very evident that it was not
'punishment’ to you,"
and I tried to catch her eyes
as I pressed her amorously to me, "I meant as a
little entr'acte."
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Alice blushed furiously! I
felt her arm 'round my neck tighten its embrace,
and she nestled herself closer
to me! "Not all!" she murmured gently.
"How much then? ... or which
part?" I whispered again.
"Oh! How can I possibly tell
you!" she whispered back, dropping her face
onto my shoulder and snuggling
up to me, then throwing her left arm also
'round me, thereby uncovering
her cunt!
I took the hint! "May I
guess?" I whispered.
Without waiting for a reply, I
slipped my right hand down from her breast
and over her rounded belly,
then began gently to toy with her hairs and
caress her slit. Alice
instantly kissed me twice passionately! She was
evidently hot with lust,
inflamed possibly by the dose of cantharides she had
unknowingly swallowed.
"Then let me arrange you
properly," I said. "Come, we'll sit in front of the
mirror and look at ourselves!"
Alice blushed, not quite approving of the idea,
but willing to please me.
I moved the armchair in front
of the mirror and seated myself in it. I then
made Alice place herself on my
thighs, her bottom being right over my prick,
which promptly began to return
to life, raising its drooping head until it
rested against her posteriors.
Passing my left arm around her waist, I held her
firmly to me. Then I made her
part her legs, placing her left leg between mine
while her right leg rested
against the arm of the chair, my right thigh, in fact,
separating her thighs.
Alice was now reflected in the
mirror in three-quarter profile, but her parted
legs allowed the whole of her
cunt, with its glorious wealth of hair, to be fully
seen! Her arms hung idly at
her sides—I had made her promise not to use
them!
We gazed at our reflection for
a moment, our eyes meeting in the glass. Alice
looked just lovely in her
nakedness!
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"Are you ready?" I asked with
a significant smile. Alice wriggled a little as if
to settle herself down more
comfortably, then, turning her face (now all
aflame and rosy red) to me,
she shamefacedly nodded and kissed me!
"Keep your cheek against mine
and watch yourself in the glass, Alice," I
whispered. I gently placed my
right hand on her sweet belly and slowly
approached her cunt.
A thrill, evidently of
pleasure, quivered through her as she felt my fingers
pass through her hairs and
settle on her cunt. "Ah!" she murmured, moving
deliciously over my prick as I
commenced to tenderly frig her, now fingering
her slit, now penetrating her
still virgin orifice, now tickling her clitoris—
causing her all the time the
most deliciously lascivious transports, to which
she surrendered herself by
licentiously oscillating and jogging herself
backwards and forwards as if
to meet and stimulate my finger.
Presently Alice became still
more excited; her breasts stiffened, her nostrils
dilated! Noting this, I
accelerated the movements of my finger, at the same
time clasping her more firmly
to me, my eyes riveted on her image in the
glass and gloating over the
spectacle she presented in her voluptuous
raptures! Suddenly she caught
her breath! Quickly I tickled her on her
clitoris! "Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh!
... Oh!" she ejaculated—then spent in ecstasy,
maddening me by the quivering
of her warm buttocks, between which my
now rampant prick raged, held
down!
I did not remove my finger
from Alice's cunt, but kept it in her while she
spent, slightly agitating it
from time to time to accentuate her ecstasy. But, as
soon as I considered her
sexual orgasm had exhausted itself, I began again to
frig her. Then an idea flashed
through my brain: why should I not share her
raptures? Carefully I watched
for an opportunity! Soon I worked her again
into an awful state of desire,
panting with unsatisfied lust and furiously
excited, obviously the result
of the cantharides! Alice jerked herself about
madly and spasmodically on my
thighs! Presently an unusually violent
movement of hers released my
prick from its sweet confinement under her
bottom; promptly it sprang up
stark and stiff!
Quick as thought, I gripped
Alice tightly and rammed myself fiercely into
her bottom!!
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"No! ... No! ... No!..." she
cried, and strove to rise and so dislodge me, but I pressed
her firmly down on my thighs
and compelled her to remain impaled on my
prick, creating a diversion by
frigging her harder than ever.
"Kiss me," I gasped, frantic
with lust under my sensations in Alice's bottom
and the sight of her naked
self in the glass, quivering, palpitating, wriggling!!
Quickly Alice pressed her lips
on mine, our breaths mingled, our tongues
met, my left hand caught hold
of one of her breasts and squeezed it as her
eyes closed. An electric shock
ran through her! ... then Alice spent frantically,
plentifully bedewing my finger
with her virgin distillation—at the same
moment receiving inside her my
boiling essence as I shot it madly into her,
my prick throbbing
convulsively under the contractions of her rear sphincter
muscles agitated and actuated
by her ecstatic transports!!
Oh! The sensations of the
moment! How Alice spent! How I discharged into
her!
It must have been a full
minute before either of us moved, save for the
involuntary tremors, which,
from time to time, ran through us as our sexual
excitement died away! Alice,
now limp and nerveless, but still impaled on my
prick, reposed on me; my
finger dwelt motionless in her cunt, luxuriating in its
envelope of warm, throbbing
flesh! And so we rested, exhausted after our
lascivious orgy, both
half-conscious.
I was the first to come to
myself, and, as I caught sight of our reflection in the
mirror, the licentious tableau
we presented sent an involuntary quiver
through me that my prick
communicated to Alice, thus rousing her! As she
dreamily opened her eyes, her
glance also fell on the mirror! She started,
became suddenly wide-awake,
flushed rosy red, then hid her face in her
hands, murmuring brokenly,
"Oh! ... how horrible! ... how horrible! ... what ...
have you ... made me do?..."
half-sobbing in her shame; now that her sexual
delirium had subsided and
horribly conscious that my prick was still lodged
in her bottom and impaling
her! Foreseeing her action, I brought my right arm
to the assistance of my left
and held her forcibly down and so prevented her
from rising and slipping off
me! "What's the matter, Alice?" I asked
soothingly as she struggled to
rid herself of my prick!
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"Oh, let me go!—let me go!"
she begged still with her face in her hands in
such evident distress that I
deemed it best to comply and let her hurry off to
her bidet, as she clearly
desired.
So I released Alice: she
slowly drew her bottom off my prick and rushed
behind her screen. Following
her example, I repaired to my corner and, after
the necessary ablutions,
awaited Alice's return.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 10
Pending Alice's re-appearance,
I asked myself the important question: 'what
next should I do to her?’
There was no doubt that I had succeeded in taming
her, that I had now only to
state my wishes and she would comply with them!
But this very knowledge seemed
to destroy the pleasure I had anticipated in
having her in such utter
subjection, the spice of the proceedings up to now
undoubtedly lay in my forcing
her to endure my salacious and licentious
caprices in spite of the most
determined and desperate resistance she could
make! Now that she had become
a dull passive representative of the proud
and voluptuous girl I had
wanted, I should practically be flogging a dead
horse were I to continue my
program.
But there was one experience
which on no account was to be omitted,
forming as it did the
culmination of my revenge as well as of my lust, one
indignity which she could not
and would not passively submit to, one
crowning triumph over her
which she could never question or deny—and
this was ... her
violation!—the ravishing of her maidenhead!!
Alice was now fully educated
to appreciate the significance of every detail
of the process of transforming
a girl into a woman; my fingers and lips had
thoroughly taught her maiden
cunt its duty, while my prick, when lodged in
the throbbing recesses of her
bottom, had acquainted her with the
phenomenon of the masculine
discharge at the crisis of pleasure, of the
feminine ecstasy in receiving
it, while her transports in my arms, although
somewhat restricted by the
circumstances, had revealed to her the
exquisitely blissful
sensations mutually communicated by such close
clinging contact of male and
female flesh! Yes! I would now devote the rest of
the afternoon to fucking her.
Hardly had I arrived at this
momentous decision when Alice came out of her
alcove after an unusually
prolonged absence. She had evidently thoroughly
refreshed and freshened
herself, and she looked simply fetching as she halted
hesitatingly on pressing
through the curtains, shielding her breasts with one
hand and her cunt with the
other, in charming shamefaced confusion.
Obedient to my gesture, she
came timidly towards me; she allowed me to
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pass my arm 'round her waist
and kiss her, and then to lead her to the table
where I made her drink a small
tumbler of champagne that I had previously
poured out for her, and for
which she seemed most grateful. Then I gently
whispered to her that we
should lie down together on the couch for a little
rest, and soon we were closely
lying at our ease, she pressed and held
amorously against me by my
encircling arms.
For a minute or two we rested
in silence, then the close conjunction of our
naked bodies began to have the
inevitable result on me—and I think also on
her! Clasping her closely
against me, I murmured, "Now, Alice, darling, I
think the time has come for
you to surrender to me your maidenhead ... for
you to be my bride!" And I
kissed her passionately.
She quivered, moved herself
uneasily as if trying to slip out of my encircling
arms, trembling exceedingly,
but remained silent.
I made as if to place her on
her back, whispering, "Open your legs, dear!"
"No! No! Jack" Alice
ejaculated, struggling to defend herself, and
successfully resisting my
attempt to roll her over onto her back, "let me go,
dear Jack! Surely you have
revenged yourself on me sufficiently!" She
endeavored to rise.
I held her down firmly and, in
spite of her determined resistance, I got Alice
on her back and myself on top
of her. But she kept her legs so obstinately
closed, and in that position,
I could not get mine between them! I began to get
angry! Gripping her to me till
her breasts flattened themselves against my
chest, I raised my head and
looked her sternly in the eyes.
"Now, Alice, no more
nonsense," I said brusquely. "I'm going to fuck you!
Yield yourself at once to me
and do as I tell you—or I shall tie you down on
this couch and violate you by
force in a way you won't like! Now, once and for
all, are you going to submit
or are you not?"
She closed her eyes in an
agony of distress!
"Jack! ... Jack!..." she
murmured brokenly, then stopped as if unable to speak
because of her overwhelming
emotion!
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"I can only take it that you
prefer to be ravished by force rather than to be
treated as a bride! Very
well!" I rejoined. I slipped off her as if to rise and tie
her down. But she caught my
hand; looked at me so pleadingly and with so
piteous an expression in her
lovely eyes that I sat down by her side on the
couch.
"Upon my word I don't
understand you, Alice!" I said, not unkindly. "You
have known all along that you
were to lose your maidenhead and you have
solemnly promised to yield it
to me and to conform to all my desires,
whatever they might be. Now,
when the time has arrived for you to be
fucked, you seem to forget all
your promises!"
"But ... but..." she
stammered, "I didn't know ... then! I thought ... there was only
one way! ... so ... I
promised! But you ... have ... had me ... twice ... another way! ...
oh! let me off! ... do let me
off! I can't submit! ... truly I can't ... have me again ... the
... other way ... if ... you
must! ... but not ... this way! ... oh! ... not this way!"
With my right hand I stroked
her cunt gently, noting how she flinched when
it was touched! "I want this
virginity Alice! This virginity of your cunt! Your
real maidenhead! And you must
let me have it! Now am I to whip you again
into submission? Don't be
foolish! You can guess how this whip will hurt when
properly applied, as it will
be. You know you'll then have to give in! Why not
do so at once, and spare
yourself the pain and indignity of a severe
whipping?"
Alice moaned pitifully: "Oh,
my God!"—then was silent for a few seconds,
her face working painfully in her distress! She turned to me. "I
must give in!"
she murmured brokenly. "I
couldn't endure ... to be whipped ... naked as I am! ...
so take me ... and do what you
desire! ... only treat me as kindly as you can!
Now ... I don't know why I ask
it ... but ... kiss me ... let me think I'm your wife ...
and on my wedding night! ...
not..." She stopped, struggling with her emotions,
then bravely put up her mouth
with a pitiful smile to be kissed!
Promptly I took her lovely
naked form lovingly in my arms, and pressing her
to me till her breasts
flattened against me, I passionately kissed her trembling
lips again and again until she
gasped for breath. Then stooping, I repeated
the caress on each breast and
on her quivering cunt, kissing the latter over
and over again and
interspersing my kisses with delicate lingual caresses!
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Then I succeeded in soothing
her natural agitation at thus reaching the
critical point of her maiden
existence.
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VOLUME I
The Tragedy
CHAPTER 11
At last, Alice and I found
ourselves together naked on the Couch of Love!—
she, ill at ease and downcast
at having to thus yield up her virginity and
dreading horribly the process
of being initiated by me into the mysteries of
sexual love!—I, overjoyed at
the prospect of ravishing Alice and conquering
her maidenhead! Side by side
on our backs, we lay in silence, my left hand
clasping her right till she
had regained her composure a little.
As soon as I saw she had
become calmer, I slipped my arms 'round her and,
turning on my side towards
her, I drew her tenderly to me, but still keeping
her flat on her back; I kissed
her lips again and again ardently, murmuring
lovingly between my kisses,
"My little wife ... my wee wife!"—noting
delightedly how her downcast
face brightened at my adoption of her
fantasy, and feeling her
respond almost fondly to my kisses.
"May I learn something about
my wife?" I whispered as I placed my right
hand on Alice's maiden breasts
and began feeling them as if she were,
indeed, my bride! Alice,
smiled tenderly, yielding herself to my caprice and
quivering anew under the
voluptuous sensations communicated to her by my
inquisitive fingers! "Oh! What
little beauties! Oh! What darling bubbies!" I
murmured amidst fresh kisses.
Alice was now beginning to look quite pleased
at my using her own pet name
for her treasures. She joined almost heartily
into my game. I continued to
fondle and squeeze her luscious breasts for a
little longer, then carried my
hand lower down, but suddenly arrested it,
whispering: "May I?"
At this absurd travesty of a
bridegroom's chivalrous respect to his bride,
Alice fairly laughed (poor
girl, her first laugh in that room all day!) then
gaily nodded, putting up her
lips for more kisses! Overjoyed to see her thus
forgetting her woes, I pressed
my lips on hers and kept them there,
punctuating the kisses with
feignedly timid advance of my hand over her
belly till it invaded the
precincts of her cunt! "Oh! my darling! Oh! my
sweetheart, oh, my wife!" I
murmured passionately as my fingers roved
wantonly all over Alice's
virgin cunt, playing with her hairs, feeling and
pressing its fleshiness
insidiously, and toying with her slit—but not yet
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penetrating it! Alice all the
while abandoned herself freely to the lascivious
sensations induced by my
fingerings, jogging her buttocks upwards and
waggling her hips,
ejaculating, "Ah!" and "Oh!" in spite of my lips being
glued to hers, nearly
suffocating her with kisses!
After a few minutes of this
delicious exploitation of the most private part of
Alice's body, I stopped my
finger on her virgin orifice! "Pardon me, sweet," I
whispered; then gently
inserted it into Alice's cunt as far as I could, as if to
assure myself as to her virgin
condition, all the time smothering her with
kisses. Keenly appreciating
the humor of the proceedings, in spite of the
serious lover-like air I was
assuming, Alice laughed out heartily,
unconsciously heaving herself
up so as to meet my finger and slightly
opening her thighs to allow it
freer access to her cunt. My tongue took
advantage of her laughter to
dart through her parted lips in search of her
tongue, which she then sweetly
resigned to my ardent homage! "Oh! Wife ...
my wife! My sweet wife, my
virgin wife!" I murmured, as if enchanted to find
her a maiden! "Oh what a
delicious cunny you have—so fat! so soft, so
juicy!—my wife, oh, wife." I
breathed passionately into her ear as I agitated
my finger inside her cunt,
half frigging her and stopping her protests with my
kisses till I saw how I was
exciting her! "Little wife," I whispered with a grin I
could not for the life of me
control. "Little wife, shall I make you come?"
In spite of her almost
uncontrollable and self-absorbing sexual irritation,
Alice laughed out, then
nodded, closing her eyes as if in anticipation of her
now fast-approaching ecstasy!
A little more subtle titillation and Alice spent
blissfully on my finger,
jerking herself about lasciviously and evidently
experiencing the most
voluptuous raptures and transports.
I waited till her sexual spasm
had ceased. "Wife," I whispered, rousing her
with my kisses, "Little wife!
Oh you naughty girl. How you seemed to enjoy it.
Tell me wife, was it then so
good?"
As she opened her eyes, Alice
met mine brimming with merriment. She
blushed, clasped me in her
soft arms and kissed me passionately, murmuring,
"Darling, oh, darling!" She
burst out laughing at our ridiculousness! And so we
lay for a few delicious
moments, clasped in each other's arms.
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Presently I murmured, "Now,
wife, you'll like to learn something about me,
eh?"
Alice laughed merrily at the
quaint conceit, then colored furiously as she
remembered that it would mean
the introduction of her virgin hands to my
virile organs. "Sit up, wife,
dear, and give me your pretty hands," I said.
Alice, now glowing red with
suppressed excitement and lust, quickly raised
herself to a sitting position
at my side. I took her dainty hands, which she
yielded rather coyly into
mine, turned on my back, opened my legs, and
guided her right hand onto my
prick and her left to my testicles, then left her
to indulge and satisfy in any
manner she saw fit her senses of sight and touch,
wondering whether it would
occur to her that the fires she was about to
excite in me would have to be
extinguished in her virgin self when she was
being ravished, as before long
she would be!
For certainly half a minute,
Alice intently inspected my organs of
generation, leaning over me
and supporting herself by placing her right
hand on my stomach and her
left on my thigh. I wondered what thoughts
passed through her mind as she
gazed curiously on what very soon would be
the instruments of her
violation and the conquerors of her virginity! But she
made no sign.
Presently she steadied herself
on her left hand, then timidly, with her right
hand, she took hold of my
prick gently, glancing curiously at me as if to note
the effect of the touch of her
soft hand on so excitable a part of my person,
then smiling wickedly and
almost triumphantly as she saw me quiver with
pleasure. Oh! the exquisite
sensations that accompanied her touch. Growing
bolder, she held my prick
erect and gently touched my balls with her slender
forefinger, as if to test
their substance, then took them in her hand, watching
me eagerly out of the corners
of her eyes to note the effect on me! I was simply
thrilling with the pleasure.
For a few minutes she lovingly played with my
organs, generally devoting a
hand to each, but sometimes she would hold my
prick between one finger and
thumb, while with her other hand, she would
amuse herself by working the
loose folds of skin off and on the knob! At
another time, she would place
my prick between her soft warm palms and
pretend to roll it. Another
time she seized a testicle in each hand, oh so
sweetly and gently, and
caressed them. Had I not taken the edge off my
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sexual ardor by the two
spendings in Alice's bottom, I would surely have
discharged under the tenderly
provocative ministration of her fingers. As it
was, I had to exercise every
ounce of my self-control to prevent an outbreak.
Presently I said quietly but
significantly, "Little wife, may I tell you that
between husband and wife,
kissing is not only sanctioned but is considered
even laudable!"
Alice laughed nervously,
glanced quickly at me, then with heightening
color, looked intently at my
prick, which she happened at that moment to be
grasping tightly in her right
hand, its head protruding above her thumb and
fingers, while with her left
forefinger she was delicately stroking and tickling
my balls! After a moment's
hesitation, she bent down and squeezed my prick
tightly (as if to prevent
anything from issuing out of it) and softly kissed its
head. Oh, my delicious
sensations as her lips touched my prick! Emboldened
by the success of her
experiment, Alice set to work to kiss my balls sweetly,
then passed her lips over the
whole of my organ, showering kisses on them,
but favoring especially my
balls, which had for her a wonderful attraction,
burying her lips in my
scrotum, and (I really believe) tonguing them! Such
attentions could only end in
one way. Inflamed almost beyond endurance by
the play of her sweetly
irritating lips, my prick became so stiff and stark that
Alice, in alarm, thought she
had better cease her ministrations, and with
blushing cheeks and a certain
amount of trepidation, she lay herself down
alongside of me.
By this time I was so mad with
lust that I could hardly control myself, and as
soon as Alice lay down, I
seized her by the arms, drew her to me, showered
kisses on her lips and, with
an abrupt movement, rolled her over onto her
back, slipping on top of her.
In an effort to counteract my attack, she
separated her legs, the better
to push me back! Quick as thought, I forced
myself between them! Now I was
in the very lists of Love, Her champion,
mounted for the hot encounter!
(Shakespeare, in Venus and Adonis.)
Alice was at my mercy! I could
not have her at better advantage. She
struggled desperately to
dislodge me, but to no avail.
Gripping her tightly, I got my
stiff and excited prick against the lips of her
cunt, then pushing steadily, I
drove it into Alice, burying its head in her!
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Despite her fearful struggles
and rapid movements of her buttocks and hips, I
made another thrust, entering
still further into her cunt, then felt myself
blocked! Alice screamed agonizingly. "Oh ... oh, stop, you're
hurting me!"
throwing herself wildly about
in her pain and despair, for she recognized that
she was being violated.
Knowing that it was her maiden membrane that was
stopping my advance into her,
and that this now was the last defense of her
virginity, I rammed into her
vigorously! Suddenly I felt something give way
inside her. Finally my prick
glided well up her cunt and it did not require the
despairing shriek that came
from Alice to tell me that I had broken through
the last barriers and had
conquered her virginity!
Oh, my exultation! At last I
had ravished Alice; I had captured her
maidenhead and was now
actually fucking her in spite of herself! She, poor
girl, lay beneath me tightly
clasped in my arms, a prey to the keenest shame,
deprived of her maidenhead,
transfixed with my prick, her cunt suffering
martyrdom from its sudden
distension and smarting with the pain of her
violation! Pitying her, I lay
still for some seconds so as to allow the interior of
her cunt to stretch a bit, but
I was too wrought up and mad with lust to long
remain inactive in such
surroundings.
With a final thrust, I sent my
prick well home, Alice's hair and mine
interweaving. She shrieked
again! Then agitating myself gently on her, I
began to fuck her, first with
steady strokes of my buttocks, then with more
rapid and uneven strokes and
thrusts, she quivering under me, overwhelmed
by her emotions at thus
finding her pure body compelled to become the
recipient of my lust and by
the strangely delicious pleasures that the
movements of my prick inside
her cunt were arousing within her. Alice no
longer struggled, but lay
passive in my arms, unconsciously accommodating
herself to my movements on
her, and involuntarily working her hips and
bottom, instinctively yielding
to the prompting of her now fast-increasing
sexual cravings by jogging
herself up as if to meet my downward thrusts!
Shall I ever forget my
sensations at that moment? Alice, the long desired
Alice, the girl of all girls,
the unconscious object of all my desires—Alice lay
beneath me, tightly clasped in
my arms, naked, quivering, her warm flesh
throbbing against mine, my
prick lodged in her cunt, her tearful face in full
sight, her breasts palpitating
and her bosom heaving in her agitation!—
gasping, panting in the
acutest shame and distress at being violated, yet
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unconsciously longing to have
her sexual desires satisfied while dreading the
consummation of her
deflowering! I could no longer control myself! Clasping
her yielding figure still more
closely against me, I let myself go!—thrusting,
ramming, shoving and agitating
my prick spasmodically in her, I frenziedly
set to work to fuck her! A
storm of rapid tumultuous jogs, a half-strangled
"oh—oh! Oh!" from Alice as I
spent deliriously into her with my hot
discharge, at the same moment
feeling the head of my prick christened by
the warm gush that burst from
Alice as she also frantically spent,
punctuating the pulsations of
her discharge by voluptuous upheavings of her
wildly agitated bottom.
I remained master of myself,
notwithstanding my ecstatic delirium, but Alice
fainted under the violence of
the sexual eruption for the first time
legitimately induced within
her! My warm kisses on her upturned face,
however, soon revived her.
When she came to and found herself still lying
naked in my arms and harboring
my prick in the freshly opened asylum of
her cunt, she begged me to set
her free! But she had not yet extinguished the
flames of lust and desire her
provocative personality and appetizing
nakedness had kindled and
which she had stimulated to white heat by the
tender manipulations and
kisses she had bestowed on my testicles and prick!
The latter still remained
rampant and stiff and burned to riot again within
the deliciously warm and moist
recesses of Alice's cunt—while I longed to
make her expire again in the
sweet agonies of satisfied sexual desire and to
witness and share her
involuntary transports and wondrous ecstasies as she
passed from sexual spasm while
being sweetly fucked!
So I whispered amidst my
kisses, "Not yet, Alice! Not yet! Once more, Alice!
You'll enjoy it this time." I
began gently to fuck her again.
"No, no," she cried, plunging
wildly beneath me in her vain endeavors to
dislodge me. "Not again, oh, not again. Let me go! Stop! Oh, please,
do stop,"
she implored, almost in tears,
and in terrible distress at the horrible prospect
of being ravished a second
time.
I only shook my head and
endeavored to stifle her cries with my kisses!
Seeing that I was determined
to enjoy her again, Alice, now in tears, ceased
her pleading and resigned
herself to her fate!
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In order to more easily
control her struggles, I had thrown my arms over hers,
thus pinioning them. Seeing
now that she did not intend to resist me, except
perhaps passionately, I
relaxed my embrace, set her arms free, passed mine
'round her body, then
whispered, "Hug me tightly, you'll be more comfy now,
Alice!" She did so. "That's
much better, isn't it?" I murmured. She tearfully
smiled, then nodded
affirmatively, putting up her lips to be kissed.
"Now just lie quietly and
enjoy yourself," I whispered. I began to fuck her
with slow and steady
piston-like thrusts of my prick up and down her cunt.
At once Alice's bosom and
breasts began to flutter deliciously against my
chest. Exercising the fullest
control I possibly could bring to bear on my
seminal reserves, so that
Alice should have every opportunity of indulging
and satisfying her sexual
appetites and cravings and of fully tasting the
delights of copulation, I
continued to fuck her steadily, watching her
blushing up-turned face and
learning from her telltale eyes how she was
getting on. Presently she
began to agitate her hips and jog herself upwards.
Her breath came and went
quickly, her eyes turned upwards and halfclosed,
a spasm convulsed her. She
spent! I stopped for a moment. After a few
seconds, Alice opened her
eyes, blushing rosy red as she met mine. I kissed
her lips tenderly, whispering,
"Good?" She nodded and smiled. I resumed.
Soon she was again quivering
and wriggling under me, as a fresh wave of lust
seized her; again her eyes
closed and again Alice spent blissfully! I saw that I
had now thoroughly roused her
sexual desires and that she had surrendered
herself to their domination
and that they were imperiously demanding
satisfaction!
I clasped her closely to me
and whispered quickly, "Now, Alice, let yourself
go!" I set to work in real
earnest, thrusting rapidly and ramming myself well
into her! Alice simply
abandoned herself to her sensations of the moment!
Hugging me to her, she
agitated herself wildly under me, plunging madly,
heaving herself furiously
upwards, tossing her head from side to side, she
seemed as if overcome and
carried away by a torrent of lust and madly
endeavoring to satisfy it! I
could hardly hold her still. How many times she
spent I do not know, but her
eyes were constantly half-closing and opening
again as spasm after spasm
convulsed her! Suddenly she ejaculated
frenziedly. "Now! Now, let me have it! Oh, God! Let me have it all!"
Immediately I responded—a few
furious shoves and I poured my boiling
essence into Alice, spending
frantically in blissful ecstasy. "Ah! Ah!..." she
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cried, quivering in rapturous
transports as she felt herself inundated by my
warm discharge!—then a
paroxysm swept through her, her head fell back,
her eyes closed, her lips
opened as she spent convulsively in her turn.
She fainted right away; it had
been too much for her! I tried to bring her to by
kisses and endearments, but
did not succeed. So I drew my prick cautiously
out of Alice's cunt, all
bloodstained, staunched with a handkerchief the
blood—unimpeachable evidence
of the rape that had been committed on
her virginity. When she soon
came to, I assisted her to rise and, as she seemed
half-dazed, supported her as
she tottered to her alcove where she half-fell
into a low chair. I brought
her a glass of wine, which she drank gratefully, and
which greatly revived her.
Then I saw that she had everything she could
want, water, soap, syringe,
and towels. She asked me to leave her, adding she
was now all right. Before
doing so, I stooped down to receive the first kiss she
would give as a woman, having
had her last as a girl. Alice threw her arms
'round my neck, drew my face
to hers and kissed me passionately over and
over again, quite unable to
speak because of her emotion! I returned her
kisses with interest,
wondering whether she wished to pardon me for
violating her!
Presently Alice whispered,
"May I dress now?"
I had intended to fuck her
again, but I saw how overwrought she was; besides
that, the afternoon was late
and there was just comfortable time left for her to
catch her first train home. So
I replied, "Yes, dear, if you like. Shall I bring
your clothes here?" She nodded
gratefully. I carefully collected her
garments, took them to her and
left her to herself to dress; pouring out a
bumper of champagne, I
celebrated silently but exultingly the successful
completion of my vengeance and
my victory over Alice's virginity, then
retired to my alcove and
donned my own garments.
In about a quarter of an hour
Alice appeared, fully dressed, hatted, and
gloved. I threw open the doors
and she passed without a word, but cast a long
glance 'round the room in
which she had passed so memorable an afternoon. I
called a hansom, placed her in
it, and took her to her station in comfortable
time for her train. She was
very silent during the drive, but made no
opposition when I took her
hand in mine and stroked it gently. As the train
started, I raised my hat with
the customary salute, to which she responded in
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quite her usual pleasant way.
No one who witnessed our parting would have
dreamed that the pretty
ladylike girl had just been forcibly ravished by the
quiet gentlemanly man, after
having first been stripped naked and subjected
to shocking indignities! And
as I drove home, I wondered what the outcome of
that afternoon's work would
be!
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