Anonymous - The Loves of Lord Roxboro

“In a frenzy of fear I ran about the room, which was quite large, shouting and screaming and pounding upon the door with my fists. No response! I slipped to the floor, weeping, and must have passed into a swoon, as I awakened to find someone grasping my arm. Looking up, I saw the room was occupied by two people besides myself. The door remained shut and I could not understand whence they had come.

“The two people were strangers. One was a trim young waiting maid, slight yet muscular, the other an elderly gentleman, fashionably dressed, wearing a boutonniere and carrying a cane under his arm. Stumbling to my feet, I begged them to open the door and allow me to depart. Neither of my strange visitors vouched an answer, the maid smiling at my pleas for freedom and the elderly dandy twirling his mustache as his eyes devoured me from top to toe.

“Laying aside his topcoat, hat, — and gloves, as my wails for succor filled the chamber, he bent a cold gaze upon me and commanded me to rise to my feet.

“'Kiss me, little one!' he commanded, holding his arms out to me. The sight of the man was repellent to me. I turned to the maid, hoping for some mercy from another woman, but was amazed at the indifferent look that mantled her brow! Apparently no help from that quarter!

“Consider, my lord. Up to the present moment I had had but one man in my life, my husband; and the thought of embracing this elderly stranger was extremely distasteful to me, yet I knew I was doomed!

“'Kiss me!' again cried the old man impatiently. I stated I would have nothing to do with him. The maid sprang suddenly behind me, grasped my arms firmly and held them to my sides. I was helpless. The old roue advanced and seized my head and pressed a kiss upon my mouth. I struggled and fought, to no avail. The maid, well trained in long experience with unwilling girls, was more than my match. The old man showered caresses upon me. He opened my waist, took out my breasts, and then squeezed and molded them. I kicked and squirmed but could do nothing. The maid handled me as though I were a child; she dragged me to a bed occupying one comer of the large room, flung me upon it, and securely held me while the old satyr boldly rolled up my dress, exposing my lower body to his sensual gaze.

“He ran his hands over my legs and thighs, not forgetting to touch and rub that central spot that quivered beneath these alien fingers. I draw a curtain over the disgusting scene. Lord, sir! I am a woman, after all, and something of my modesty still remains. I shudder at the thought of the fingerings and maulings of the degenerate beast upon my body, particularly in view of the shameless exposure of my body before a member of my own sex, my face red with blushes as her greedy eyes fixed on my humiliating and exposed attitude.

“The fingers of the old roue eventually accomplished his purpose; the continued rubbing and touching of my touchstone of passion finally brought me around and I was lost in that ecstatic state that nothing can cool except the inserting of a man's shaft. I was squirming and tossing with passion. I am a very passionate woman, as your lordship has discovered, and in spite of my horror and repulsion, the old goat's manipulations had worked me up to such a state that I was unconscious of anything except my lustful sensations.

“I panted for the insertion of a member-even the tool of such a repulsive old toad as he. Suddenly he mounted to the bed-my thighs were outspread, my sexual lips seemed veritably to open to receive the charge of his throbbing member and I greedily gulped its entire length and breadth within my hot and seething quiver!

“No longer mistress of myself, I threw my arms about the old man's neck as I dashed my boiling envelope up and down upon his slippery stick, in order to coax out his load of manly balsamic sap with which to cool my heated womb! Utterly disregarding the fact that one of my own sex was an interested spectator, my modesty entirely forgotten, I blindly threshed and twisted about, speared to the quick with his joy staff and lost in a divine ecstasy, seeking to bring about the culmination of the combat which, once begun, recognizes neither caste nor station.

“Finally the bubble burst; my very soul seemed to merge with that titillating rod that was tickling my interior, and with a cry issuing from my sensual being, I held my ravisher in a crackling embrace while his boiling sap sprung in gushes within me; my quivering and panting lips clinging to his prong, we both met our climax.

“A moment we lay, and then, withdrawing from me, he arose. The excitement finished, my repulsion toward the old goat redoubled and I felt a deep sense of shame, due to the way I had exposed my lust during this rape, and I strove to arise to my feet.”

At this moment an interruption occurred in the nature of a loud ringing of a bell. Lord Roxboro, arising to his feet, looked about the room to see that there were no telltale signs of the recent adventures that had taken place; then, dismissing the maid, he went below to see what had caused this interruption.

Going to the door, he opened it and found Carl, the good-looking stableboy. “What is it, Carl?” inquired his lordship.

The boy pointed to the stables, whose wooden eaves were smoking. “The stables are on fire!” cried the boy. “What shall we do?”

“Good Lord!” exclaimed Roxboro, rushing toward the scene of the conflagration, where he found upon his arrival that the servants were busy with buckets and a small garden hose. In a few moments of hard work by all hands, the flames were subdued and the fire extinguished.

After an inspection to see that damage was slight and that none of the horses were injured, Roxboro thanked and complimented the help upon their prompt action.

Returning to the house, he ordered that breakfast be served immediately. The excitement had aroused everyone about the place, and upon his return to the manor he was met by both of his pretty nieces, who inquired as to the extent of the damages; he reassured them immediately, stating that it had been but slight and that there was no danger.

Repairing to the dining room, the three were served with breakfast. After chatting for a few minutes, his lordship suggested that the girls amuse themselves about the place, that he would be busy in his library for some time and would see them again at luncheon. Marie was clearing away the dishes, looking very charming indeed, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed and rosy. Roxboro casually directed her to report to him in the library as soon as the morning chores were taken care of, saying he wished to consult her on some matters concerning the house.

Our fair Caroline was not deceived, however, by the nonchalance of his lordship and, suspecting there were to be more adventures forthcoming, resolved to take her station at her peephole and observe whatever might transpire in the library. Making excuses to Freda that she would be busy with some mending, she sent the child out into the grounds to play, and soon after Roxboro had gone up to the library, she also repaired to her own bedroom, where she took her station at the door, prepared to witness any happenings that might take place.

After a short wait she was rewarded. A knock sounded on the library door and upon Roxboro's calling “Come in,” the door opened and in stepped the bright-eyed Marie. “What did you wish me for, my lord?” the girl inquired.

“You are adorable, Marie,” said his lordship, drawing her to him and kissing her fervently. “I think I will have you again; it seems that I didn't get enough of you this morning.”

“My goodness, sir, but you surely must be strong!” cried Marie in surprise. Roxboro had opened the front of her waist and was by now massaging her firm breasts with one hand, while the other roamed about her back and down upon the round, firm, smooth globes of her posterior, which he massaged and patted as he held the girl tightly to him. “But let's get on with your story, Marie; you have me greatly interested and I would like to hear more of your adventures. Come, let us sit down.” And drawing her to the couch, they seated themselves.