She was soon rewarded with a faint groan, and Freda, giving a sudden start, grasped Caroline by the arm and endeavored to rise from her reclining position as she gazed wildly about.
“Freda, dear,” cried Caroline, kissing her sister lovingly. “I thought sure that you were dead. Talk to me, dear sister, and tell me that you are all right. I beseech you. How do you feel, my sister?”
“O-o-o-o-o-o-h!” stammered Freda, making a wry face and turning her now flushed face from her sister's searching gaze. “I too thought that I had passed away. Oh, sister dear, what pleasure, what ecstasy you have given me. The pleasures of heaven, great as they may be, could not be greater. Oh, sister, for this divine act, I am your slave forever and ever!”
“But you are all right now, Freda?” queried Caroline, regarding her younger sister anxiously. “You feel no ill effects? You are as before, my sister?”
“Oh, I guess so,” replied Freda somewhat ungraciously, a matter-of-fact air now overcoming her, as these delicious sensations almost completely left her being. “What a tongue you have, my adroit sister. You could make a statue melt. Come, let us arise and dress. Someone might come in here and I do not think, my dear sister, that you wish it known to the world that your sister has fainted from the use of your agile tongue upon her lower parts. Come, Caroline. Let us up and dress.”
She straggled to her feet, and donned her chemise and drawers. Caroline appareled herself, and upon the conclusion, they proceeded downstairs to the dining room.
Lord Roxboro was impatiently waiting, as he had ordered Caroline to report to him there an hour ago.
“Where have you been?” he queried, looking closely at both of the girls. “And why does our dear Freda look so pale and wan?”
Caroline, embarrassed at this question, made some plausible excuse and, dinner having been long waiting, they seated themselves at the table and prepared to do ample justice to the savory meal.
The demure Marie was in attendance. She made not a sign out of the ordinary but went about her duties as usual.
Following the repast, Lord Roxboro lit a cigar and surveyed his two adorable nieces.
“Caroline,” he said, speaking slowly, “you will proceed to the library and await there my arrival. I shall attend you there presently.”
VOLUME V
As Caroline walked to the gentleman's study, she pondered what he could possibly wish with her, and remarked, as though to herself:
“What can it be; what is it now? I am sure I have done nothing which might have displeased uncle, and it seems a trifle early for him to desire me for the usual reason. Well, I shall soon find out.” Opening the door to the library, she stepped in and seated herself in a chair to await her guardian's arrival.
Presently the sound of footsteps was heard upon the stairs and her uncle entered, puffing upon a cigar. Seating himself at his desk, he addressed her solemnly and impressively:
“Caroline, I have come to the conclusion that you are going to turn out just like your mother before you. Your actions with the stableboy have proved to me that you intend to allow your sex to rule your head, putting your better senses to rout. I tell you this because you may fit in with my plans, of which I shall speak later. For the present we will not go into the matter. I am sure you appreciate the value of the papers contained in the safe,” and he waved his hand in the direction of the strongbox, in which he had previously placed the incriminating confessions and photograph.
“Now, you can be sure that if necessary, I can drag you into the very gutter!” he remarked, a vengeful gleam flashing from his eyes.
“Oh, uncle,” pleaded Caroline, wringing her hands and gazing at him with her beautiful eyes, “I am sure you will do as you say; I am so sorry I submitted to a whim and permitted Carl the freedom of my person; I assure you I shall not do so again.”
“Promises,” quoth his lordship, “are like biscuits-made to be broken!”
“Oh no, sir-I assure you-” began the girl, but the lord silenced her with a wave of his hand.
“Never mind, my child; knowing how easily promises are made and broken, I shall not require you to make any. And besides, who knows? Perhaps I may ask you to again be familiar with Carl,” and he looked quizzically at the blushing girl.
“Oh, uncle,” fluttered Caroline, “what can you mean? You wish me to still carry on with him as before? Surely you can't mean that?”
“Hold on,” laughed Roxboro. “You are indeed anticipating me. I have not as yet given you permission to run to Carl and offer him your person to poke and ram at his pleasure; but in case I should want you to do so, just bear in mind that you are to obey my command!”
“Oh yes, uncle; whatever you say will be quite all right with me,” replied the girl.
“Very well. But just for the present I command you to keep your distance from Carl; later on, if I see fit, I may change things about in what might be a more pleasant arrangement. But for the present, keep out of his reach or it will be worse for you.”
“Certainly,” replied Caroline, glad that her uncle was apparently relenting and showed no intention of tormenting her further.
“By the way,” said he, “Freda is surely showing signs of getting on famously with her education.”
“Indeed, uncle, especially in regard to your teachings. I think she is beginning to 'feel her oats' as you might say, and unless something is done about it, you may find it necessary to photograph her also with some enterprising male as she seems to be determined to get herself deflowered. If you'll excuse my saying so, you seem to be a trifle dilatory in that respect and so she may take other means to compensate for your apparent neglect. She seems to get beside herself at times and there are moments when I feel that she would do most anything to relieve that itching in her coosie. I do hope you will not think I am officious, but nature is nature, and if something isn't done about taking her maidenhead pretty soon, I fear the consequences.”
The man replied nothing to this statement, but arose and walked over to his lovely niece, whom he began to caress. He remarked, “I believe you are right, Caroline; I thought she was a trifle young, but after all, she is well grown and I imagine it will be just as well to introduce her now to a man's member. I think I shall take care of her very shortly.”
“Oh, uncle, uncle!” laughed Caroline, her eyes flashing as she thought of the lovely little Freda being impaled upon a man's prick. “I merely mention it because I thought it was right you should know what was in her mind.”
“Enough of this, you lovely creature,” remarked the lord, his hands straying over the lovely body. “I have heard enough about Freda for the time being; you would rather sit here and cackle than to take care of your uncle; here I have a bar of iron as painful as can be, waiting for you to put your talents to work at reducing the swelling.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, uncle,” replied Carrie, placing her hands on the front of his trousers and squeezing seductively the large rampant lump that now strained at the confinement. “I didn't know whether you wished me to do anything for you.”
“Stand up, girl,” cried the lord, his eyes flashing. “Stand up and let me feel you.” The girl rose and the man clasped her to his bosom, his hands roving about under her dress, and as his lips rained kisses on her burning face, she relaxed in his arms; he thrust his trembling hand beneath her garments and greedily fingered the mount of Venus and the delicate lips of her vulva; then, pushing her toward the couch, he laid her thereon and, spreading her legs widely apart, stood gazing at her rosy slit.
In a second his tool was out. He mounted the girl and drove home his engine with a violent shove. Their bodies intertwined in the writhings of lust for several minutes until with groans and spasmodic twistings they arrived at the climax, after which they lay clasped in each other's arms for some few moments of rest. Arising, the man looked down at his niece, who now lay as though shamed, her hands before her rosy face; it seemed her conscience still hurt her a trifle after each of these bouts, and she had not entirely lost her shame.