Anonymous - Pauline

He ranted on and on. Now it was all clear to me. He, like his egotistical sister, the countess, was mad! Mad with a lust for power!

Strange, isn't it? Like Bernice, the beautiful and talented girl who rested beside me, who had her choice of the most handsome and talented men of all Europe, I found myself admiring the beast, mad though he was.

Bernice, taking advantage of the situation, managed to get him down beside us upon the filthy bed; and like the child he was, he quickly forgot the terrible battle that even then was going on in a far section of the prison.

Toying fingers worked stealthily at the buttons and fastenings of his torn clothing; nimble fingers freed his great feet and legs of their nether coverings, and soon the great, hairy beast lay naked among us.

"Now, you old pig,” cried Bernice, throwing herself into his arms, “I shall pay part of my debt! You are going to fuck me!” But the warden would have none of her. He wanted me! I was the new woman; and the great beast was forever seeking new women!

He mounted me! I thought I was being split, so huge was his rammer, but thanks to his early sucking-kiss, the wine, and my unsatiated passion, I was soon penetrated as I had never been penetrated before!

Would you believe it, my friend, when I say that that man spurted his seed three times into me before he relieved me of his great weight?

Would you think me silly when I say that as soon as he could do so he mounted Anna and rode her to a most satisfying conclusion?

After that, he mounted Nina? Then Bernice, and then me again? We spent the entire day in that filthy room, and he was the only one to share our persons? Did you, I ask, ever hear of such a man?

No, you never did, nor did anyone else. I lost track of the number of times the man mounted me. I know only that I paid a great price for Rose's freedom. Food was brought before us. Naked, we ate it. Wine was splashed about that den as so much water, and we were drenched with it-this and the great amount of sperm that beast was continually pouring over us.

Taking advantage of my temporary freedom, I went to the door and looked out just in time to prevent a tragedy. One of the guards had dragged Rose into the outer room, and even as I looked on, he was trying to mount her! I screamed. The warden-at that very moment penetrating the lovely Bernice-stopped his delightful task and rushed toward me. Seeing what was about to take place, he dashed past me and into the outer room where, with one well-directed smash of his great fist, he sent the other reeling across the stone-paved room to crash, a beaten, bloody mass, against the far wall!

If there was anything on God's green earth I didn't witness that day, then I do not know what in heaven's name it could be-and I was the happiest person on earth when at last we were allowed to depart. My education was-I believed-complete. Arson, rape, sadism, lesbianism, sodomy-nay, I had even witnessed murder! Before my very eyes I had seen men and women killed! Beaten to death!

But I had Rose! That little darling who was to mean so much to me in the near future.

I insisted that Rose be taken with us; the other prisoners were to follow with a guard. Bernice, having previously imported women to her house, knew they would arrive; the warden would never pass up a chance to get his filthy hands on such a considerable sum.

If you will remember, my friend, I had no servants of my own, so Rose was a very welcome member of my household.

I have always been glad Rose did not witness the frightful orgy which took place in that filthy bedroom. Had she, I doubt very much whether she would have become so attached to me.

When we finally arrived back in Pest, Bernice returned to her home, but Anna and Nina came to my apartment. Here they took a prolonged bath and tumbled into bed for a much-needed rest.

Rose, having already seen me naked in the prison, acted as my maid, and it wasn't until the two girls had retired that I decided to bathe, and here I was given an example of her true worth.

She insisted upon bathing me. From head to toe I was shampooed and scrubbed. I found her apt in arranging hair, and I allowed her to do mine until, at last, I slumped, exhausted, on my bed.

I had assigned a room to her, but what was my surprise to find, upon awakening the following morning, that Rose, instead of going to her bed, had spent the entire night sitting beside mine. Nor had she closed her eyes even to nap. Never had I seen such devotion.

When I questioned her about it, she said, “Have you forgotten that I promised to be your slave?"

I smiled at this. When I first laid eyes on her in the prison, I had felt a great liking for her; now I loved her!

I said, “Very well, Rose; if you are to be my slave, then brew me a cup of strong coffee.” Think of my surprise to find she had already done this and that it was even then warming over the table stove!

Then an unexpected event occurred. I was taken down with a slight fever; my experience in Budapest had been the least bit too much for me. Rose doctored me, as did the two faithful sisters, but I grew steadily worse. I called in my manager. He was wild, but there was nothing to be done about it; I was ill, and I must have a rest.

My doctor, fearing something more complicated than a mere fever, prescribed a sojourn to the health-giving baths at a nearby spa. Anna and Nina wanted to go with me, but I declined their offer; I had other ideas. I wanted to get away by myself. I was tired of the continual round of pleasure, and I wanted to be alone with Rose; I wanted to complete her education.

The trip, as you know, was not a long one, and we soon found ourselves in a wonderfully equipped hotel. I engaged a whole suite of rooms (seven in all), two of which were equipped with baths-one a shallow affair for those who disliked water; the other a deep pool, or plunge, where one might sport about as one pleased.

I had furnished Rose with a complete outfit of clothing-not the type commonly worn by maids, but of a type not entirely unlike that worn by the countess’ maids, though far less scant. She immediately occupied herself arranging my things in various parts of the apartment.

I decided upon a bath and I went to the plunge. Slipping out of my dressing gown, I slid down into the water. As you undoubtedly know, the water in these baths is kept at a constant temperature, and wading about in varying depths, I found myself thrilled. Perhaps it was due to the warm water; perhaps it was on account of my ever-increasing longing for the unknown, but whatever it was, I found something lacking. It wasn't complete. I called Rose. When she entered, I was standing at the deepest part of the pool, with nothing more than my head above water.

Gazing up, for she stood above me, I feasted my eyes on her perfect limbs, shown all too plainly beneath her widely flaring skirt, a little affair which came but midway between her hips and knees and which flared from her at a rakish angle. The little dear must have realized I was gazing up beneath her dress for the color came to her cheeks in ever-increasing volume, although I could see she was not averse to having me see her charms.

But, instead of finding her presence something to console me, I found myself even worse off. Her being there simply added to that something which seemed to be lacking.

Coming out of the water, I placed myself in her hands for drying.

So far I had done nothing more than hug and kiss her a little, but now, as she gently dried me, I was taken with another sort of longing for her. You see, my friend, being ravished with the warden's monster of a cock had not quite cured me. There was still a slight spark lying dormant within me-a spark which even then was burning into a flame that was to almost consume me a little later.