Then he turned to Carl and remarked, “We mustn't deprive you of amusement. Lift up Carrie's dress and open up her drawers so her pretty perfumed garden will be visible to our gaze.”
Carl reached and lifted up Caroline's dress, meeting with no resistance from her. Frightened as she was, the girl dared offer no obstacle to his groping hand. He reached out for the dress and with one hand held it upon her bosom, while with the other he reached down and parted the crack in her drawers, and looked up at the lord to see if he was satisfied.
He stood for a moment gazing at Caroline's exposed arquebus as she stood there with her hands over her face, holding her thighs tightly together and backing away from Carl's exploring hand. He evidently took extreme delight in searching out her most sensitive parts, causing the head of his rigid pintle to glow and appear as if it were on the point of exploding.
Caroline tightened her legs together and moved back. His lordship noticed the trifling movement and said:
“Come, come, Caroline, this will never do. Spread your legs apart, and push your thighs upward now. Open them wider. Come now, a little speed. Now take Carl's prong with one hand, holding it over to one side, and take your other hand off your face. You, Carl, put a finger in Caroline's slit and push yourself forward, so your balls are in full view. Ah, there, that is right. That is indeed much better. Come, Caroline, do not hold that glorious prick as if it were a dead fish. Take a firm hold of it as if you were about to gobble it. Look agreeably astonished and surprised at the treat in store for you. Register satisfaction, my dear, and you, Carl, gaze with more devotion at the wet coosie that you are fingering. Look as if you were bursting with desire to bounce upon it and drain it to the last delicious drop. That's it, that is more like it. Come, attention.” And “Boom, boom” went the explosive powder of the camera. A streak of flame flashed out in the pan, a streak of light filled the air, blinding them both. Carl, astonished, relinquished his hold on Caroline and she with a little shriek dropped his pintle, which immediately commenced to subside from fright, and when the smoke of battle cleared away they found that his lordship was clearing away the plate from the camera.
“Ah, my babes in the barn. I'll wager that I will have a nice picture here that will come in handy. If I ever have occasion to use it,” he remarked, carrying away the plate to his room.
Carl and Caroline immediately arranged their clothes, and when his lordship entered, he motioned them to seat themselves.
“Now children, we understand each other. You are both to henceforth do just as I say, and if you are obedient I give you another chance. However, I am not through with either of you as yet, and it is my intention to make it rather warm for both of you later on. For the present this will do. Carl, you may go,” and at this Carl hopped lively out of the door, and Caroline listened to him swiftly descending the stairs.
Roxboro remained for a moment in deep study; then lifting his massive head, he surveyed Caroline. Arising from his chair, he stood over her and after a moment placed his hand upon her head; then he raised her chin and looked into her eyes and, bending down, kissed her.
Caroline had not expected this. She actually thought her uncle was about to force her to undergo some further humiliation or torture. This kiss, coming so unexpectedly, caused such a shudder of surprise and delight to run through her frame that she bowed her head and burst into tears.
She cried as if her little heart would break. Big sobs racked the delicate frame and large tears rolled unheeded from her cheeks.
Lord Roxboro made no attempt to stem this tide and flow of anguish, but simply turned on his heel with a military movement and strode about the room, his hands clasped behind the back.
He patiently walked about until her sniffles conveyed to him that the shower was over.
“Oh, uncle! uncle!” she sobbed, clasping his hand as he sauntered by. “Open your heart to me, please do not be so cruel. If you only knew how I felt when you asked me to stand there with that boy's thing in my hand and my skirts high up in the air, so that he could feel me all over. I thought I would die of shame when he inserted his finger into my coosie.”
“Ah, and then you cry over it,” mused Lord Roxboro. “Human nature certainly is manifesting its way peculiarly in these parts of England.”
Walking to the side of the library, he reached for the long velvet cord and pulled the bellrope.
Whereupon Marie responded and he requested that she immediately seek out Freda and inform her that her presence was desired in the library.
Upon Freda's appearance, he motioned her to a seat beside Caroline, and Freda, after a glance at the sobbing creature, sat down quietly.
“This evening I will be visited by a Mrs. Bates. This visit will afford valuable education on certain aspects of the art of love that you have not yet encountered in my brief instructions. Mrs. Bates will serve as an example of the more exotic varieties of lovemaking.
“Upon close examination of the door of my room you will find that there are two peepholes through which you can observe every minute motion and delineation of her strange phase of sexuality. This woman that I speak of is the one, Caroline, that I spoke of who possesses the remarkable growth of hair upon her body. She will be here to dinner and I want both of you to treat her courteously and respectfully. Remember she will know nothing of your eyes. Now, away with you. Uncle has work to do.”
Freda and Caroline walked out of the library and down the stairs whispering excitedly about Lord Roxboro's conversation.
Caroline told Freda what his lordship had said about the female acquaintance of his, who had hair from her crotch to between the breasts and tried to explain it to Freda, but gave up the attempt.
Both longed for the dinner hour and, upon hearing the creak of wheels on the gravel drive, rushed to the window, each vying with the other in their race to gain the first glimpse of this remarkable stranger.
A female figure left the vehicle after handing out a handbag to the footman and hurried up the steps. They did not have a chance to observe her features, but both hurried to their rooms to dress carefully for dinner and await with impatience the summons of the bell.
Upon its ringing they proceeded to the dining room and seated themselves at the table and were waited on by that goddess of love, Marie.
Lord Roxboro had not as yet made his appearance and they sat with ill-concealed impatience for his lordship.
Presently he entered the room, escorting the stranger on his arm.
Beautiful was the right term that the lord had used in his description of her.
She was well-formed, perfectly plump, and possessed long glistening tresses of an auburn hue; not an ordinary red color, but a fascinating coppery sheen seldom observed. It was brushed back on her head, making a pleasant contrast to her cream-white skin.
Her legs were sheathed in silk, her feet in tiny slippers. She was gowned in a creation of sparkling black that showed off her wonderful form to perfection.
Lord Roxboro introduced her to each of his nieces as Mrs. Bates.
“Her husband, nieces,” he said, “was my very best friend and neighbor. They lived next door to a property I own, and these visits of my old neighbor bring back pleasant memories of times gone by. I want you girls to be very nice to Mrs. Bates and I hope that she will be here very often.”
They all seated themselves at the table and the meal began.
Upon its conclusion his lordship winked at Caroline and Freda and they excused themselves and repaired immediately to their rooms and thence to their uncle's and took up points of vantage to observe all of the proceedings. The lights were on in the library and after a wait of a few moments his lordship entered accompanied by Mrs. Bates.