Anonymous - Caroline

Charlie approached me slowly then and touched my flaming bottom with his hands. I flinched. He spread the cheeks apart. I wilted, closed my eyes, screwed them up tight.

“'She'll nip you nicely, Charlie, once it's in.'

“'I know she will. She's got the stance for it, though. You were right.'

“'I told you, Charlie, they all have to. She's been breached by a prick as big as yours before, and in her maidenhood as well. Put it in slowly-let me see. Half in and hold it there.'

“I thought I heard my voice moan out, but it was only in my mind. My rosette was displayed to him. He neared his knob to it; I heard him catch his breath. And then he urged it in the rubbery aperture. 'Ah-ah!' I squealed. He gripped my neck. I felt him push; I yielded. Inches of hard cock insinuated in my bottomhole and there were gripped. I gasped. I felt my breath rush out.

“'Go slowly, Charlie. Hold it for a minute there. Oh, what a lovely sight! Now-ram her with it to the root and then hold still.'

“'NAR-AH!' I choked. One sleek, strong movement of his loins and his penis was embedded to the full. I felt his balls swing underneath my cunny-then he gripped my hips.

“'What an arse she has on her,' he groaned.

“'Exactly, Charlie. Did we not choose well? I want to see it bumping to your thrusts; I want to see it wriggling as it used to do. Now, give it to her. Pump it as a man should pump a lovely bottom such as hers.'

“'Moo-mooo-moo-mooo!' I moaned. His piston worked. His belly smacked against my hot-scorched cheeks, and yet the suction that I exercised was such that he had to work to urge it in and out, grunting with satisfaction as he did, the backs of my thighs a-wobble to his own.

“'She's good-she don't resist too much,' he said.

“'I know; we'll have to train her more for this.'

“'I heard the words of Carrie in despair, and yet- ashamed as I am to say-a feeling of desire swept over me. I was a girl again. I knew my naughtiness, and yet I needed it. My bottom seemed to balloon the more against his loins. I wriggled and I whinnied. Carrie laughed.

“'In future, she will need two or three men at her bottom, Charlie.'

“'Yes, I know. She squeezes nicely-not too hard.' He bent upon me, scooped my breasts upon his palms and felt the nipples rigid with desire.

“'Turn your head, Miriam. Give him your tongue! Do it, or I shall birch you afterwards all round the room!'

“'Ow-woh!' I heard my own despairing cry, yet knew it not so much despair as helpless lust. A servant man was at me, up my bottom, so I told myself, and yet it helped not in the red caves of desire. I turned my face, lips parted, our mouths mashed. He sucked my tongue.

“'I am up you, Madam. Do you like it?'

“I gurgled out reply. I know not what I uttered.

“'Work your bottom more-come on,' he urged. I sobbed between his lips. I urged my bottom back and forth. His piston flashed. A first long stream of sperm leapt up his stem. He rammed it tightly in. I squeezed my bottom cheeks upon his root. Our tongues lashed and he came again. I felt the spattering, the gruelly shoots so deep within, and balled my bottom fiercely to his loins until he spent his last, then ticked-away the final pearly drops.”

“Miriam, dear, you should have been a writer, too,” Caroline declared and gazed at me and gave a nod as though to say there was in the stricken lady's words some evocation of fine prose.

“I have had time to think upon it. Indeed, little else has gone through my mind. Such tortured visions have I had. The cork being withdrawn, I was told by Carrie-as if indeed I might be a child-that I was to return to my bed and that lunch would be brought to me. In endeavouring to regain my dignity, I did not reply, but of a sudden great waves of despair shook my frame. Upon reaching the bedroom-which seemed no longer the retreat it had once been but a place of imprisonment-I cast myself of my own accord face down upon the bed and cried my heart out.

“'Come-get on. to the bed properly and be covered up,' Carrie said from above me.

“'I would rather die than endure any more of this!' I wailed. What seizure took me, I do not know, for I had obtained a certain shameful pleasure in the act which had just occurred and my bottom tingled most agreeably. That is the most hateful part of it-to be brought to desire one has not sought and then must suffer the consequences of, in terms of the remonstrances of one's soul.

“There was, on my dressing table, a pair of scissors I had used for cutting out some material. Before Carrie realised my intention, I sprang up-almost knocking her backwards in the process-and seized them and pointed them to my breast.

“'Do not stop me-I mean to kill myself,' I cried. The points of the scissors touched my skin and made an indentation there.

“'Oh, dear God, no!' came her cry, and it was one of such despair itself that I halted the pressure of my wrist in the same moment that she leapt forward and turned the steely instrument away… 'Oh, what have I done!' she wailed, and to my utter astonishment fell to her knees and clasped her arms around my thighs.

“The scissors fell. They clattered down beside her hip. I swayed. I knew not what to do.

“'Leave me alone!' I uttered for want of else to say.

“'No, I cannot, for I have wronged you deeply! It is all my fault-I am accursed, I know I am. No more harm shall come to you, I swear!'

“She raised her face to mine past my belly and I saw the streaming tears upon her face-tears that were real and exuded like a flood. On and on she cried and clutched me till I feared to stir in case of falling forward over her.

“Was I then, after all my horrid tribulations, to beseech her to calm herself? How strange the situation was! I could say naught but to plead with her to let me lie down. Immediately I did so, she rose and escorted me back to the bed, one arm about my waist and saw to my comfort with great tenderness. I feared a trap, and yet her tears were real enough. She cast herself beside me in an awkward pose, legs half upon the floor, and pressed her glistening cheek to mine, begging my forgiveness on and on.

“'How can I believe you after the horrid way you have both treated me?' I asked.

“'This is no trick-I swear it to you. I will make him go upon the instant, if you wish.'

“I did not answer. I feared the temptation that came upon me then to embrace her and believe her. I turned away and put my back to her. Upon that, still uttering the most heartfelt sobs, she rose and hastened downstairs.

“I waited trembling. I feared the renewed eruption of Charlie into the room. I had not reason to doubt his virility and thought he would be upon me again. I resolved to be placid and let him take his will of me. I saw no other way. Then came to my ears what sounded like altercations. An argument was ensuing. Carrie sounded fierce. He bellowed something at her, but then her own voice softened. There were whispers that I could not hear. Then Carrie's footsteps sounded up the stairs once more. I feigned a swoon, but she took me in her arms and swore to me that in but minutes he would be gone. I lay as if I did not hear and kept my eyes closed. Thereupon feet again upon the stairs and in alarm I clutched at her.

“'He has but gone upstairs to fetch his things,' she said. The sounds of his further ascent up to the servants' quarters came to my ears, though still I feared a trick, but then I heard him rummaging. One knows by instinct, I suppose, when certain moves are being made. He was not long about the matter, made his descent and hesitated at the half open door. I stiffened. Carrie held me close.

“'He wants to tell you he is sorry,' she said.

“'Tell him to go.' I gritted out the words.

“'Yes, go, Charlie. I will see you at the inn,' she called. The next few seconds were to me a terrible eternity.