Innocence Examined

by Emily Tilton

  “Many mysteries lie therein,” said the physician with an air of one delivering recondite knowledge, “but in principle we may simply declare in a straightforward manner: because men have the phallus, and women the places where the phallus takes its pleasure, men fuck and women are fucked.”

  “What does ‘fuck’ mean?” Caroline asked, her eyes wide just at the shameful sound of the word.

  “Sir Gerald?” Dr. Brown said. “It is fitting that you should answer that question. But, Caroline, before your guardian speaks, I remind you that tonight you will see it for yourself.”

  Caroline could scarcely credit the way this news affected her body. She trembled all over and felt the wetness of her cunny trickle anew onto her thighs. How could it be that she still did not know what the word meant, and yet she longed to see it, and longed even more to do it? It must be because Dr. Brown had told her that it had to do with cocks and cunnies, must it not?

  “A man fucks, my dear,” said Sir Gerald, “by putting his cock inside a girl.”

  “Oh, God…” Caroline breathed, feeling she might faint just at the images that Sir Gerald’s words raised. She panted, her breast heaving up and down in her shift. “And… and I am not to be allowed…?”

  “That is correct, Miss Hollins,” Dr. Brown said. “Not for a long while.”

  “Oh, but… but is it not, in your theory, right for me to be fucked?” Caroline felt herself blushing more deeply than she thought she ever had. “That is to say, if I gather correctly, that if a man wishes to fuck me, he should fuck me?” She looked anew at Sir Gerald’s cock, standing only a few inches from her face. It had seemed to calm itself, and even to shrink a little, while the conversation continued, but now it gave a little leap, as if Caroline’s idea that she should be fucked had given Sir Gerald new vigor.

  Dr. Brown’s voice seemed to have a note of triumph in it. “Do you see, gentlemen? I hope any doubt you may have had is now dispelled.”

  “Indeed,” said Dr. Fairleigh. “I think the experiment will prove fascinating.” Caroline wondered if she heard in his voice a sort of dissenting note, as if he were also thinking something he did not say.

  Sir Gerald’s voice, from in front of and above her, sounded quite thick. “I believe the… exercise you propose, Dr. Brown, will suit us exactly, for this evening.”

  “To answer your question, Caroline,” said Dr. Brown, “yes, that is exactly correct, according to my theory. But Sir Gerald has in his wisdom and in consultation with me and with Dr. Fairleigh, decided that his pleasure is rather to wait to exercise his masculine rights over you—that is, to fuck you—until you have observed the erotic activities of others for several months.”

  “Oh, but that is too cruel!” Caroline cried.

  “Hush, Caroline,” Sir Gerald said, “or I shall indeed cane you. I am the master of this house, and I shall determine when you are to be fucked, and how.” Caroline pursed her lips and felt on the verge of protesting again, but her guardian continued, “It pleases me to deny you, and Dr. Brown’s theory says that a natural man exercises his rights also in forbidding a girl who belongs to him from enjoying the act of love.”

  “Well said, Sir Gerald,” said Dr. Brown.

  “Miss Hollins,” said Dr. Fairleigh, “perhaps I may say that that same section of Dr. Brown’s essay also puts forward the argument that a girl denied that enjoyment will feel it even more exquisitely when the natural man bestows it upon her later.”

  “Oh,” said Caroline, imagining having it bestowed by James Fairleigh.

  “And I have empowered Dr. Fairleigh to examine you as Dr. Brown did earlier, from time to time,” said Sir Gerald benevolently.

  “Not as often as you would like,” said Dr. Brown, chuckling. “But often enough so that you remain healthy.”

  So Dr. Fairleigh would be the one who would make that wonderful thing, the sexual climax, happen for her? Caroline could barely contain her desire to plead that perhaps he could do it right then, as a sort of demonstration.

  “Sir Gerald,” the physician said then with an air of finality. “I believe we are finished here. You may cover yourself. Miss Hollins, I shall be checking on your progress through frequent correspondence with Dr. Fairleigh. I am sure that by the time I see you again, you will be ready for a full awakening that will exceed your fondest hopes.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Vance waited impatiently for Sir Gerald to join him in the library. Knowing Brown, there would be some wrinkle to the prescription that would prove frustrating, but he had no doubt that his fantasy of Sir Gerald and himself putting Caroline Hollins to the test all night, while Charlotte and Anne served as amorous attendants, would very soon come true. He and Brown had seen nearly eye to eye on every matter touching the enjoyment of young women by men who knew how to fuck since they had met five years earlier at a private affair hosted by the duke of Marlborough, where a certain novel doctrine had been propounded by the duke for debate among the gentlemen present, the ladies—though to be sure they were not indeed ladies—all being occupied sucking the gentlemen’s cocks.

  The doctrine was: Men, by virtue of possessing cocks, have a natural right to fuck whomsoever they please.

  Dr. Brown, stroking the cheek of the little brunette who worked her lips and tongue upon his manhood, had said that he found the doctrine entirely correct, insofar as it went, but that it did not truly go far enough towards a realization of what he envisioned as the great work of enlightening the species, both men and women, as to the importance of such natural rights in erotic matters.

  “Little Eliza here,” he had said with a sigh, shifting a bit in his chair in the duke’s large, elegant drawing room, “understands that she must suck my cock, but that is not because she is persuaded in any thorough way that she has that duty with respect to any man who tells her to suck his cock.”

  He raised the girl’s pretty face to look into it. Eliza’s cheeks turned pink at the scrutiny.

  “Eliza,” he had asked, “would you please tell Mr. Vance why you are sucking my cock?”

  Eliza turned to Vance, seated in the next easy chair over from Brown’s in the loosely organized circle into which the duke’s servants had arranged the drawing room for the purpose of each man being able to watch his companions served by their girls as he was served. “Because I’ll be paid for it?” she said, with a clearly interrogatory tone.

  Vance, having taken the hair of his own very skilled, light-brown-haired girl in his hand, as was his wont, and thus forcing her mouth up and down his rigid length as she made submissive wet sounds, asked, “Why do you ask it as a question, girl?”

  But Brown had turned Eliza’s face back upon his cock, and murmured to her to return to her shameful task. It was thus he who answered Vance, saying, “Because she knows that there is a deeper reason behind the economic relationship: that is, that I have a cock and I wish her to suck it. My quarrel, such as it is, with this evening’s principle is simply that it makes no provision for the propagation of such a very laudable doctrine.”

  Vance laughed, and found that thinking of his cock as conferring upon him a natural right to treat his little Jane roughly, fucking her face with great rigor and thoroughness, gave a little frisson he had not conceived he might have, when these lessons had been the inchoate musings that kept his mind free from anxiety as he performed his libertine deeds. Until that moment, Vance had not even imagined it might be possible to place his seduction and enjoyment of girls upon a truly philosophical footing.

  He and Brown spoke no more about the matter just then, and occupied themselves instead with forcing their trollops to swallow as much of their seed as the gentlemen wished to bestow inside their pretty mouths. Later, however, as they put on their coats and went out into the street, and found that their paths lay in the same direction, they spoke in much more detail.

  “I should like,” Vance said, “to make the monetary outlay required to publish a pamphlet of yours to this effect.”

  Brown
looked at him sharply. “Sir,” he said, “do you jest? For I have an essay I have long wished to put before the public on precisely these matters, only I have not had the means to have it printed, nor to assure my anonymity in doing so.”

  “I can provide both those things, I believe,” said Vance.

  Thus had On the necessity of men’s exercising their masculine rights in erotic matters had its birth, though its conception had occurred in Brown’s mind several years before. Thus also had Vance had the wherewithal to persuade his school chum Carruthers, now a fantastically wealthy baronet, to attempt the exercise of setting up the household in Cadogan Square along lines suggested entirely by Vance and Brown.

  The establishment of this new household had occurred after Vance had persuaded Sir Gerald to stop acting so ridiculously squeamish about the seduction of one Miss Anne Loomis, a governess whom he had found in Hyde Park one day, looking into the Serpentine while her charges played with boats. Their silly, illicit courtship had occupied several weeks already, and Vance found it opportune to suggest another course, one evening at their club.

  “Gerrie, for heaven’s sake. If you would only put this man’s Brown’s theory to the test, and merely order Anne Loomis into your carriage to suck your cock, I think you will not only experience a manly pleasure beyond any you have known, but you will also be instantly persuaded of the justice of my case for enjoying girls like Anne and my Charlotte exactly as we please, according to what Brown calls the right of the phallus.”

  So Sir Gerald had lured Anne into his carriage one day, as she walked by herself in the park, with the promise of fine things to wear if she should do as he said, and she had knelt before him—Vance had the account from Sir Gerald, of course—and taken his cock in her mouth, and he had by his own account enjoyed the bliss of spending there without compunction as to the girl’s feelings.

  From that moment on, the idea of the house in Cadogan Square had taken hold just as firmly of Sir Gerald as it had of Vance. Brown had been very happy indeed to help them draw up the policy that governed their lives, and Anne Loomis and Charlotte Dalrymple had been installed in a bedroom of their own as the gentlemen’s fucking pieces. Anne and Charlotte were employed just as Carruthers and Vance pleased, with the caveat that Vance’s policy ensured they not become embarrassed by an accidental pregnancy.

  But Brown, Vance reflected as he waited to hear the fate of Caroline’s maidenhead, had proven not to agree with Vance in every particular. Brown’s basic perspective, arising as it had in the main from the observation of nature, differed from Vance’s, which owed its greatest intellectual debt to the metaphysics of Plato. Brown aimed to set the sexual relations of men and women on a purely natural footing, and admitted the importance of affection, marriage, and even the getting of babies. Vance, on the other hand, strove to find behind those natural rights and urges the eternal struggle of the masculine and feminine principles. Marriage and babies held no intrinsic appeal for him—though he did love Charlotte so much that he planned, in a vague way, to get a child upon her, since she put such store in it. Truth to tell, Vance even looked forward to dandling a baby on his knee, knowing it to be the tangible proof of his and Charlotte’s lascivious union.

  The difference in their theories had provided the two men with many an invigorating discussion over brandy, but now a lovely young thing with auburn tresses and crystalline blue eyes, whose cunt Vance longed to thrust himself into to show the cosmos how well he embodied the priapic ideal, stood in the balance. Vance would take it extremely ill, despite his always-mild exterior, if Brown should offer some nonsense about the natural foundation of the impulse to marry and have babies, and declare that Caroline Hollins must go into the world as a bride—perhaps to spread Brown’s notions as the first young person to emerge from a household organized along his lines of the exercise of masculine rights.

  The door of the library opened, and a young man entirely unknown to Vance entered, followed by Brown, and then Sir Gerald.

  “Mr. Vance,” said Brown. “I should like to introduce to you my junior associate, James Fairleigh.”

  As Vance shook hands with Fairleigh, Sir Gerald said, “Fairleigh will be joining our house as our own physician, as part of the programme Brown has recommended for Caroline.”

  Vance felt his brow furrow. He had expected some check to his designs from Brown, but to persuade Sir Gerald to add this extraordinarily handsome young man to their arrangements seemed outside the range even of his contrary machinations.

  “I shall endeavor to stay entirely out of your way, Mr. Vance,” Fairleigh said with an air of easy bonhomie. “I am utterly a convert to Dr. Brown’s theories, and I am most interested to observe the way you put them into effect—though of course I do not plan to watch the more intimate activities!”

  He seemed a fine fellow, Vance thought, but he also recognized the little trap Brown (or perhaps it was Fairleigh himself who had set it?) had set for him. If Vance were to show himself the natural man he claimed to be—the true exponent of Brown’s theory of the right of the phallus—he could have only one response to this declaration of Fairleigh’s. “The natural man,” read Brown’s essay, “scorns to forbid another natural man the sight of his amours, but instead instructs the woman he enjoys to be mindful that another such man observes them, and to understand in this circumstance that her submission becomes the greater, for the natural man to whom she belongs has made her subject also to another man’s gaze.”

  “Oh, do not make yourself anxious on that score. You must watch me fuck Charlotte as often as you like. And of course she will also be at your disposal for fucking. Merely let me know the hour, and she will be sent to you. I think you will find her cunt still very tight.”

  Sir Gerald laughed. “There you are, Fairleigh. Dr. Brown’s true natural man. I told him, Charlie, that he must keep his hands off Anne and Charlotte, forgetting that Dr. Brown tells us we must be ready to bestow our girls on worthy men of our same persuasion.”

  “Sir Gerald,” Brown said, “as you know I do not ask of every natural man that he rise to Mr. Vance’s level on the instant. To keep Anne to yourself is a natural impulse as well, and you were right to warn Dr. Fairleigh on that score.”

  “I thank you, Mr. Vance,” Fairleigh said. “But my duties as the overseer of Miss Hollins’ training, as I imagine you will hear in a moment from Dr. Brown, will I think confine my amours to the maids. If I were to fuck your Charlotte, I would perhaps become involved in the experiment Dr. Brown proposes in a way that might hinder my supervision of Miss Hollins.”

  Vance looked sharply at Brown. “Experiment?” he asked.

  “Well,” said Brown, “it appears that Dr. Fairleigh thinks of my recommendation for Miss Hollins in those terms. I do not propose a truly formal experiment, however.”

  “It won’t make you happy, Charlie,” Sir Gerald said mournfully, “at least not right away. Caroline’s not to be touched for a few weeks at least.”

  Vance raised his left eyebrow, but stood impassively listening otherwise.

  Sir Gerald continued, much more cheerfully, “I warrant you’ll like where it will end, though!”

  “I have proposed,” Brown said, “that Caroline shall be an innocent observer of the erotic goings-on in your household. I believe, and Fairleigh concurs, that we have in her a very special opportunity to evangelize for our cause. You and Sir Gerald will train her, purely through demonstration, with an occasional manualisation by Fairleigh to orient her lusts correctly, to be a perfectly submissive young miss. Then, when the time comes, as determined by you, in consultation with Fairleigh, Sir Gerald will host a grand entertainment, which will serve to inaugurate your new establishment in the north, where natural men may flock to see how the right of the phallus is best exercised. Sir Gerald will deflower Miss Hollins upon a stage, in the sight of as many natural men as may be gathered for the occasion.”

  Vance nodded slowly. “And then?” he asked.

  “And then Sir Gerald
will of course share her with you, and afterwards with the other men present. After those festivities, she will be made available to the natural men of the household. I imagine your fondest wish for her, considering her circumstances as a dependent member of your domestic arrangements, is to enjoy her together with Sir Gerald, as Miss Loomis and Miss Dalrymple attend you?”

  Vance chuckled at how exactly Brown had named his fantasy. “Your discernment is as extraordinary as ever, Brown,” he said.

  “Well, I have already recommended that tonight be set aside for Caroline’s first true observation. I suggest that you employ the girl’s maid as a sort of stand-in for Miss Hollins, and that you tell Miss Hollins that you plan to have her the same way, once she is at last available to you. You have long planned, I think, to adopt my doctrine of polynymphy. Let tonight be the beginning of that phase of your exercising your rights!”

  Polynymphy was one of Vance’s favorite parts of Brown’s theory of masculine right. By it the doctor denoted the right of the natural man to enjoy as many young women as he pleased, provided he do none of them any mischief, nor tell any of them any lie. “The natural man,” Brown wrote, “scorns to play his women false. If they be not women who understand his right of polynymphy, the natural man will send them on their way, with just provision for their worldly needs. But nature shows us, by the dispensation of the mammalian body whereby a woman must bear a child for nine months and give it suck for many more, during which time a man may exercise his masculine rights as often as he will, that the willingness to live with other girls in polynymphy must needs be a perfectly natural impulse in young women. Such girls as will admit this claim of nature are the ones for whom the natural man must seek, and I venture to state that he will find them more readily than conventional morality would have us think.”

  “Brown,” said Vance, “whenever I feel that you and I must part ways over our philosophical differences, I always find that I have mistaken the depth of your thought for contrariness, and that I have failed to see how metaphysics and nature consort together so very well.”