A. Verse: The Violation of Marcia Thomaston

Then Marcia had to follow, on her knees, advancing, to serve, them.

Marie waited for her lover on the bed, her arms held out an yearning, her breasts rising with emotion… her lips parted… expectant.

And he, naked now and eager to attain her, turned to Marcia and said, “Do what you have been commanded to do on your wedding night!”

A sob escaped her, but with trembling fingers she obeyed.

She lifted up her white dress, doffed it, let it flutter to the floor.

Then, naked; save for pumps and mesh stockings, she bent over before him and spread apart her delectable oval buttocks with her quivering hands. And he applied the length of his penis horizontally along that furrow, so that the pouting inner cheeks might caress and deliciously chafe his organ to a vigorous turgidity that would give Marie the intense pleasure he intended her to have … and the unhappy Marcia had to weave and writhe and undulate her bottom lasciviously against his applied shaft till it was of the required vigor.

Then he mounted on the bed, took Marie in his arms and soon the two were in paradise… while the debutante bride knelt beside the bed, cupping her breasts and offering them to the ignoring husband… that he might have the piquant stimulus of knowing that a naked slave entreated him for kindness…

Which was not hers to achieve.

And thus, a debutante was reduced to a voluptuous servitude that in our modern era knows no parallel-either in justice or in lust!