Anonymous - Eveline

"Oh! Please, you mustn't put your hand there. You hurt-you are so rough. You will tear my dress. Let me alone, I say! Oh! Pray don't- don't do that!"

"Sit quiet. I'm in with these chaps. Why, they couldn't do nothing without me. It's on my beat, you see, miss. Sit quiet; I won't hurt you, but I mean to have you-like Chris did."

All this time he was pulling me about with his right hand. He was engaged in unbuttoning his clothes with the other. He had no shame. He pulled out a long white member. He shook it impudently at me in the uncertain light. He was a strong, tall man.

"Now, miss, you just keep quiet, or I shall have to spring my rattle."

"Oh, my goodness, policeman, how dreadfully naughty you are! But-oh, dear, dear me, what shall I do? Tell me-are you a married man?"

"Yes, I am that. I've a missus at home and three kids, but she ain't a patch upon you. You're just to my liking-a real beauty! But what do you want to ask that for?"

"Well-I don't know-but if you are really married-and if you are very, very gentle, perhaps-"

"Oh, shut up! I can't wait-here turn up your skirt-I want to see your legs."

The wretch put down his hands-he begged me to help him. I did all I could to save my dress. He saw my stockings up to above the knees. His truncheon was stiff enough in all conscience now. I saw it plainly sticking up in a wild erection. He pulled me forward to the edge of the seat. He slipped onto his knees. He had shoved one hand up my clothes. His other arm was round my loins pulling me towards him. His eager fingers were already in contact with my most private parts. Secretly I enjoyed his rough toying. My skirts were up now until he could see my white belly. He rudely pushed my thighs asunder.

"Oh, Christ! What a fine little bit you are! You make me awfully randy! Here! Take this in your hand. Come! No nonsense now. I can't wait, I tell you. I won't hurt you-put it in yourself."

He forced me to take his truncheon in my gloved hand. I squeezed it. It was level with the place he sought. He thrust forward. I let it slip in. He no sooner felt the hot contact then he pushed it up me, dragging me close to him. He thrust it in to the balls-he began to move.

"Now, I'll do the business for you, my lady! How do you like that?"

"Oh, policeman, how you do push! Oh! Oh! Ah! Not so hard-oh!"

The man worked violently up and down my vagina. He was too excited to be long over the job. He seized me as in a vice. Almost immediately I felt him spending. I went off also. I was in an agony of sensuous delight. His sperm was thick and hot. He waited a moment to recover his breath. He drew his limb out and got up. As he did so, I noticed a face against the window. It was the footman. He opened the door.

"Come out. I know you've had the young lady. I saw you through the glass. I'm awfully randy again. There's time yet. There ain't no one about. Look out a minute while I have a go."

He entered the carriage and closed the door. He let loose his huge member. It seemed stiffer and bigger than ever.

"Now, miss, I can't help it. I'm not going to be left out. He's had it, so shall I!"

"Oh, you beast! What are you doing? Let me alone-don't thrust my legs open-you'll kill me. What a size it is! Oh! Dear! It will never go in! Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh! You hurt-you're right into me!"

He had already penetrated. He forced the huge thing into me till he seemed to be right up my womb. He uttered no words. He only breathed hard and pushed me upwards in his strong excitement. Then his head fell on my shoulder. I knew he was spending. He emitted in short spasmodic jerks. Like his friend, he made haste to escape.

Before he could reclose the door, I heard the flick of a whip. A new and very gruff voice exclaimed:

"'Ere, I say! What the 'ell are you fellers about? I'm agoin' to get down. The old box is a-shakin' about that hawful, I can't 'old the bloody horses!"

Just then I heard a scramble. The policeman rushed across the road. The footman got up beside the coachman. The carriage was turned rapidly round and then went slowly back towards No.. I adjusted myself as well as I could. I pulled my large opera cloak over my head and was set down once more. I passed hastily in and gained the ladies' retiring room. I found myself alone. The wild strains of a lovely waltz were filling the air. I repaired damages and changed my gloves.

"Oh, my dear Eveline, I have been looking for you!"

"Poor papa! I had a headache, but it is better now. Have you been making a night of it? I have enjoyed myself thoroughly. Take me home now-I have danced enough!"

Dr. Brooksted-Hoare was a dapper little man. He came of a medical family. His father had commenced life as assistant to an apothecary and subsequently practiced as such himself. The doctor's curly brown hair, already tinged with gray, was crisply arranged round his small and shapely head. His finely cut features presented nothing in their repose which betrayed his exalted opinion of his own powers or person. When he spoke, however, his animation increased imperceptibly. His mode of expression was adapted to the circumstances of the case. He was obsequiousness itself to the wealthy and the noble-short and terribly decisive to the meek and lowly. He emphasized his opinion with a sort of professional superiority which contrasted quaintly with the careless garrulity of his ordinary conversation. His self-conceit was enormous, and, although a valuable adjunct in his pose before his patients, it raised a sort of hilarious resentment among his professional confreres, who saw through it. Dr. Brooksted-Hoare possessed a large practice as a specialist for the treatment of women and children. He was altogether a professional pet of society in his especial department. His fees were immense, but only commensurate with his consummate self-complacency. He delighted to talk of the duchesses and notables whom he counted among his patients. The pains and sufferings of Royalty were all subservient to his skill. If his communications concerning them were not always exactly correct, they at least served to extend his importance as a specialist.

"I have made a most careful examination in the case of-ahem! — her ladyship-the Countess of Endover-yes-aided by my friend Dr. Proctor here, who is, I believe, your usual family adviser-a most careful and thorough examination. I find-ahem-I find that there is no possible chance of her ladyship ever becoming a mother. A mother-ahem-in her present condition. I have, however, ascertained-ahem-quite beyond the possibility of a doubt, that a trifling-let us say-ahem-a very trivial operation-would remove this-this disability. There is a small ligament which interferes with the proper position of the organs relatively, which interrupts the- ahem-the natural sequence of events. I cannot very well demonstrate this to the lay mind, but Dr. Proctor and myself are in accord that it would be easily and safely removed. Our dear young Countess is in every other way so beautifully and-ahem-so perfectly formed that I have no doubt, if she were willing to submit to this, she would have no cause thereafter to disappoint her lord. Do I make myself clear? It is for her ladyship to decide-ahem."

Here the little man stuck his hands under his coat tails as he balanced himself in front of the fire and reminded one strongly of a bantam cock which contemplated crowing.

Our own family doctor looked anxiously towards me. My husband and my papa looked at one another in mute astonishment.

"The necessities of the case would, of course, entail a little sacrifice of time and comfort on the part of her ladyship. There would be the usual antiseptics to administer, which Dr. Proctor would undertake of course-the slight operation to undergo-ahem-let us say, a week's rest, and all would be in order again."