Yes, indeed, his lordship was a very adroit diplomat, especially when it came to the members of the fair sex.
“What have you in that bag, my dear,” queried Lord Roxboro, motioning with his head in the general direction of the bag that lay on the table.
“Oh,” she answered, “a number of things that I picked up here and there that I thought would interest you, but do not use all of them!” Saying this, she laid a diamond-beringed hand on his arm and pressed it very affectionately. “You would not use them all, Emory, would you? Really I could not stand it! Promise me?” she begged, looking earnestly and entreatingly into his eyes.
“Tut, tut,” said Lord Roxboro, “I promise nothing. I will not enter into arrangements that concern me deeply with my eyes blindfolded. I will do in this case exactly as I see fit! Now lock the door, Ethel!
“Lock the door, Ethel,” he cried a little more sharply. “Do as I tell you, otherwise it will be the worse for you. Lock that door immediately!”
Ethel flew to the door and slipped the bolt into its receptacle and returned to his lordship. He rose to his feet and flicking off his coat a few specks of cigar ash, suddenly seized her roughly in his arms and kissed her brutally, as was his wont, while her arms passed around his neck as their lips met and trembled upon each other.
She was facing the door behind which Caroline and Freda were eager spectators and her back rested against the table in the center of the room.
The two watchers behind the door seemed to be riveted to the peepholes. They only moved their positions-and then only very slightly-when the things they heard and saw so aroused their passions that they were forced to abuse themselves until relief came.
His lordship pressed Mrs. Bates back over the table and pressed his lips to hers.
Her awkward position brought her skirts high up on her legs and Caroline wondered at the perfect expanse of ankle and silken-clad calf that was revealed in her struggles.
They saw his lordship's hand rise to her waist, and an ominous rip of tearing cloth was heard as he pinioned her arm to the table.
“He has her breasts out,” whispered Caroline excitedly. The sight of this semi-rape affected her so profoundly that she spent, the limpid substance seeping out between her lips and down onto her pearllike thighs.
“Yes,” whispered Freda, “he tore her waist open! Look, everything is showing!”
His lordship continued his delicious manipulations with her wonderfully formed breasts until finally he felt a deep spasm within him and his semen spurted out of his instrument in several sharp spurts into his trousers, covering his thigh with a glutinous substance.
Finally he rose from her.
She struggled to her feet, her two beautiful breasts now plainly visible to the eyes of the two fascinated onlookers, and made a start as if for the door.
“No, you don't,” cried his lordship, seizing her by the arms and dragging her away from the door, the selfsame door that concealed his two nieces. “Come here, my sweetheart, I have use for you yet.
“Do not imagine,” he continued, “that you will be let off so lightly. Really you should know me better after all these years, especially knowing me since we were both tiny infants.
“You should realize,” he added, “that there is much work for us to do tonight.”
Mrs. Bates gave vent to what the listeners thought was a despairing cry and sank back into his lordship's arms.
One hand pulled up her dresses, revealing to the two hidden girls the entire expanse of her legs; the bare flesh above the stocking top was clearly visible in the darkness of her somber silken garments.
He moved his hand about up under her clothes and the onlookers divined that he was frigging her charm of joy.
She squirmed and twisted beneath his touch and clung closely to him.
Evidently his lordship had moved her purposely in this position so that his nieces would see the entire play of her thighs, because as he frigged her, he moved her to one side and allowed them to view her swaying form, with his hand touching here and there upon the lower portion of her belly.
He withdrew his hand and pushing her roughly into a chair, walked to a closet in the comer of the room, and busied himself in dragging forth a table of such type as the girls had never in their lives before laid eyes on. It was a most unusual table, to say the very least, being of curious design and furnished with various and divers appurtenances.
It was encumbered with straps and braces that were arranged upon it in a most peculiar manner.
Both the girls wondered what his lordship was going to do with it. However, it was not long before they were enlightened.
Ethel lay precisely as his lordship had pushed her, her skirts still above her waist, her legs widely opened, and her breasts hanging forth from their confines.
Due to the posture that Caroline saw her in, she thought that she must have fainted.
However, as his lordship's dragged her to her feet, she opened her eyes and swayed as if about to fall.
“Off with your clothes!” he cried, looking determinedly at her.
“Not too hard, now, Emory,” she pleaded as she proceeded to unbutton her waist.
His lordship replied with a slap across her face that caused her to pale, reel, and almost fall.
Her face reddened from the blow and she turned instinctively away from him in order to shield herself.
“Come now,” he said grimly. “Faster!”
Lifting well up the back of her dress, he exposed her legs and silken-covered posterior.
Giving her a resounding slap upon one of its delicately molded cheeks, he commanded her in rough tones to hurry yet more.
“Hurry, hurry,” he cried. “Don't be so slow. Can't you realize that this terrible suspense is killing me? My God, woman, always at the crucial moment you seem to fail me. Hurry, hurry! Off with those damned and blasted clothes! It is very rare that I lose my self-control thus, but this is with me a time when even an angel or a saint in heaven would abandon himself.
“Ye gods! How you do fumble! At any other time when it does not matter you can slip your clothing on and off as easily as a pair of gloves!
“But now, when the suspense reacts most violently upon me you need an entire century if not a millenium to remove one stitch of clothing!
“What, is that all you have got off so far?” he queried petulantly.
The unfortunate was in reality making very good speed, but to Lord Roxboro it seemed as if her garments were six inches thick and that she was moving with leaden hands.
Caroline solved the enigma!
This woman's peculiar ailment was a love of abuse! It seemed that she gloried in it! Probably it acted as a sexual stimulant upon her! Her remark to his lordship about not being able to, solved the problem for Caroline! She made haste to convey her deductions to Freda, who answered rather doubtfully:
“I never knew anyone like that.”
“You little goose, Freda,” whispered Caroline. “There are lots of things you do not know.”
“Well, keep quiet and watch, or at least let me watch,” said Freda.
At the conclusion of this remark they both reglued their eyes to their prospective peepholes and gazed with intent rapture upon the scene before them. His lordship was tearing and pulling at what little remained of her garments until she was almost in a perfectly nude state.