“I… I… am… f-fondling… y-y-your… c-cock… M-master,” I groaned, tears running down my cheeks. And my thighs wanted to clench together, for, while my hand was doing it to his… thing… he kept prodding against me with it.
My saying it in tears seemed to excite him terribly, for he suddenly gripped my shoulders and hissed, “Now get ready, I am going to poke you, Lucille… Turn over on your back while I get over you, and open your legs as wide as you can and put your arms round my neck and kiss me good and lovingly, if you don't want to be unable to sit down for a week.”
I knew the terrible moment had come when he was going to have me, just as a man and wife… and I wanted to escape… to plead with him, to beg him humbly not to shame me this awful way. I had been a good girl all my life, and after this I wouldn't be. No man would want to marry a girl who had done… this… with a strange man she wasn't married to, I was sure.
With a sob, I rolled over hopelessly, tremblingly, onto my back and forced myself to open my legs up. He got over me at once, and I opened my eyes. I saw his… thing… sticking out violently over me, his face looming flushed and twisted, his eyes glittering greedily, and I burst into tears. I couldn't control them, I was so afraid and ashamed.
He lay down on top of me, and all my body crawled and shuddered as I felt him naked on me, weighing me down. “Put your arms round me. Be quick about it, Lucille,” he ordered angrily, and I obeyed him. Oh God, what else could I do now? Only pray and endure this, and hope it would end soon so that he'd go away.
His hands were on my breasts mashing them down, pressing them together, slapping them lightly over the nipples, and it stung and smarted curiously, though naturally not like the way he'd done to my aching, burning bottom. His weight on me made me all too conscious of the inflamed condition of my behind, and I moaned from it, but he crushed his mouth over mine, thrusting in his tongue, and I felt his… thing… rub along my belly, then suddenly prod against my… spot. “Ohhhh,” I groaned, trying to turn my head away.
“Lie still and do just what I tell you, you understand? Keep those lovely legs open as much as you can, or a whip will open them for you,” he demanded. “Now,” he continued, “tighten your arms round my neck and put your tongue into my mouth as I do mine in yours. Hurry.”
I had to obey… and I felt him tensing and shuddering against me as I did so… felt his fingers dig into my bare breasts hard till I gasped with pain, squirming and trying to ease myself, crushed down on my sore bottom as I was.
“Now,” he panted hoarsely, “now I'm going to poke you, Lucille. I'm going to put my cock into your sweet pussy… Is that what you call it? Tell me, I order you to tell me, and you must answer if you don't want your behind a lot sorer right away.”
“N-n-no… Mr… R… R… Raleigh,” I sobbed.
“Master, you stupid little girl. Call me Master whenever I'm in bed with you like this-”
Whenever he was in bed with me-oh, God- did that mean he would do this to me whenever he wanted? Oh, heaven forgive me for my shame and weakness… If my parents hadn't been such money-grubbing, unfortunate people. “N-no Master,” I groaned, feeling his… thing… press gently again and again, in light little touches that made me tense and shrink, right against… my spot… “I… I… c-call it… my… s-spot… Oh, d-don't do it to me. Oh, I'll be good and work hard and obey you in everything you want, just don't do it to me… M-Master… Oh, if you only knew how awfully ashamed I am to do this with… with a man…”
“Not with a man or any man, you little fool, but with your guardian, who has every right over you. And this is only your gratitude for the lesson I am teaching you, you understand? Spot… a charming, naive word that… I prefer pussy, Lucille. So I am going to put my cock into that sweet virgin little pussy of yours right now and poke you good. And if you want to escape another sound whipping tonight, you'll kiss and hold me with your arms while I'm doing it… The rest, I'll tell you what to do, so you needn't be upset about being ignorant… I'm happy to find you are, as I prefer to teach a young virgin especially one who needs her lovely bottom well whipped regularly to help her learn quickly.”
I couldn't speak, I was so ashamed and unhappy, but I kept my arms about him out of sheer terror that he would whip me again, while he reached down and slipped his right hand between our bodies till he had a finger on… my spot…
Then he began to tickle it, while I gasped and started nervously, my face terribly red and tear-stained, closing my eyes and trying to shut out his flushed, stern face. My thigh muscles kept twitching and wanting to close my legs, but I knew I didn't dare, and his other hand was kneading and pinching one of my breasts all the time. Then his mouth closed over mine and his tongue went in deeply and rooted about till he ordered hoarsely, “Use your tongue, too, Lucille,” and I had to obey. All the time I felt his forefinger rubbing gently and slowly around the lips of my… spot… and it began to tingle and quiver…It was not unpleasant, but I had no sensation now of anything except my fright of him and my unbearable shame at this cruel, merciless act he was going to commit on my naked helpless body.
“What a soft little pussy,” he said thickly, kissing me very hard and almost making me lose my breath, while his hands tightened on my heaving breast. “But it isn't juicy enough for its first poke… Ah, well, I didn't expect you to want me the first time… In fact if you had, I'd have taken the whip to your backside to correct your being a sinful, naughty girl. But later on, you'll learn not only to submit but to want it, you obstinate, impertinent little minx.”
With this, he put his forefinger to his mouth and moistened it with his own saliva, then again put it back against my… spot… and started to rub the lips more quickly. This time the sensation was more vivid. I started to groan, but my inflamed bottom was making every movement of his torture.
I cringed, my flesh actually crawled and prickled with an intolerable repugnancy and distressed shame at this indecent manipulation of my naked flesh. I wanted to cry out to him, to beg him out of decency and mercy… I knew how useless, how dangerous it would be. So, my arms about his neck, eyes closed, my panting mouth yielded to him helplessly. My legs open, I quivered and waited in an atrocious suspense for him to do it-what he meant to do to me, praying it would not be too painful and not take too long. But Mr. Raleigh, as an artist, had a vivid imagination, alas for me, and he began to tell me how lovely my body was and what a pleasure it would give him, till I died of shame and my face was red to my hair roots. He told me he could feel the lips of my “pussy” swelling up and growing “juicy,” which meant I was instinctively being prepared by Nature to accept my poking and that I would even find pleasure the first time as he taught me. He made me call him Master and then tell him I was his to whip or poke whenever he desired, and he kissed my tears, tasting them and telling me I had fascinating appeal for him now because I was crying and in pain from the good strapping he had given my naughty, bare behind. He kept probing with his finger, inside the lips now, deeper and deeper till I suddenly cried out and stiffened; a twinge of pain had shot through me there. He laughed and said, “That's good, that proves you've been a good girl, and it's well for you, you have, too, Lucille. Now, are you all ready for your first poke from my cock? Tell me the way I want you to, using the words I just taught you.”
And, trembling, my face streaked with bitter tears, I had to stammer, “Yes… Master… my… my pussy… is… all ready… for… for your c-cock to… to poke it. Please do it to me now, Master, I want you to…” though all my flesh shrank to belie what I was saying in my shame and fear.
It seemed to me I had endured this torture for hours… I was exhausted, trembling, my bottom burned and throbbed furiously, and every movement of my muscles sent a spasm of fiery pain through my flesh. But now a greater anguish than ever possessed me-it was to be now.