Aphrodizzia

by AnonYMous

  Whatever protests the young woman made were muffled by his amorous lips and his tongue in her mouth. I saw the tension in her lithe sunbrowned legs and knew that Karl's bulk must be a severe test of her body. Yet even know she was moving in time to his ravaging of her.

  It was Petra on the next bed, watching from only a couple of feet away, who showed signs of panic at the realisation that she would soon be suffering such agreeable scouring herself. Otto gathered her flaxen hair into a short tail and slipped the rubber band about it. He made her watch what Sonja was getting and whispered teasingly in her ear.

  “No!” cried Petra, her hard pale features colouring up, “No! I won't! I would rather die first!” This provoked general amusement, for how often has this protest echoed through a honeymoon bedroom, only to be replaced at dawn by the soft cooing gratitude of the protester? Having sodomised Sonja with great relish for a further ten or fifteen minutes, Karl withdrew from her arse and lay down on his back, making Sonja climb on top and ride that way with the penis in her cunt. They were now coming to the climax of the first encounter and he wished Sonja to be spurred on by the aid of Otto. The young woman lay on her lover, her hips rising and falling, her gypsy-tanned buttocks swelling out and then clenching together rhythmically. Otto got up with a smile and took a thin punishment-strap. He stood over Sonja as she squirmed arse-upwards on her groom's prick. Down flashed the strap across her writhing bottom-cheeks. Whack! Smack! Crack! Sonja cried out but one had the impression that she found the painful experience far from entirely disagreeable. Otto slashed and lashed until there were bright paths of the straps crimson across the cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Otto thrashed very hard indeed, bringing down the strap with an impact which almost made one wince. Sonja gave short, energetic, animal screams at each stroke, as of anger and revulsion. Yet not once did she ask for pity, nor did she cease to ride the penis which she was loving with such utter devotion between her thighs. The first blue colouration of bruises began to appear in the vivid red swathes of the strap marks.

  You may be sure that if Sonja were permitted to return to her shop-work, she would take every chance in the washroom or the toilet to let the other girls see her with her pants down, so that she might display her bruises. If they knew of her honeymoon night, she would want them to see how mad with passion her bridegroom had been.

  Sonja was thrashed across her backside as few girls of her age or type ever are. The gold-skinned energy of her firm young legs and narrow back was an excitement to watch. As her hips rose, and her buttocks parted broadly, one saw the thick blobs of vaseline still between the cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Then down flashed the strap again with an ear-splitting smack across her bare arse and Sonja pressed herself writhing upon her lover's tool. Otto was, of course, merely driving her to the summit of her pleasure. He spared her nothing, knowing that Sonja would thank him for driving her on. At last we heard that crescendo of short rising cries which signifies the approach of a girl's happiness. Karl, too, was goaded on by hearing Sonja's joy. In a moment of ecstasy his own sperm burst the dam and spurted deep into her cunt, a supreme sensation which caused Sonja to climax with a scream that might have been heard on the far side of the lake! She lay there, sweltering in the warm night and exhausted by her labours. Her head reposed on Karl's breast, and she broke into gentle sobs-but they were of joy rather than anguish. The strange truth is, of course, Jack, that Sonja was in that paradoxical state of being hurt but happy! Eighteen-year-old Petra was unpersuaded by the happiness which she saw Sonja enjoying. It was not that she wished to be spared the reward but the ordeal which separated her from it made her truly apprehensive now. The narrow fine-boned face and blue eyes were set in a mask of refusal. Fortunately, however, Julia was a more able attendant than Natasha. She doubled Petra's slim legs up in a trice, exposing the black silk gusset of the German girl's panties between her narrow thighs. For all the grotesque spikiness of her coiffure and the adolescent roundness of her face, fifteen-year-old Julia was a consummate masturbatrix. Petra's flaxen hair threshed to and fro on the pillow as she strove to deny herself the enjoyment. But it was all in vain. Julia's fingertips coaxed such lubrication from the girl's cunt that the tight black silk of Petra's briefs was soon shining with the slippery wetness. At Otto's command, they turned Petra over on her belly. As Julia continued to masturbate her, the warm slippery dew seemed to work up over the backs of her thighs and her bottom-cheeks. The seat of Petra's knickers was cut high and tight, arching up and baring much of her slim fair-skinned bum-cheeks.

  They pulled the panties down to her knees and Lord Frederick ordered that Petra's arsehole should be exceptionally well vase-lined. A slim nymph of eighteen would be tighter in that area than a young woman of twenty-two like Sonja. In Sonja's case, she had used the little entrance more and longer in the course of nature. Moreover, any man who had Sonja in his bed would surely have wanted to plumb her by every possible route. Petra was on her back with Julia holding her thighs nicely open. Though Petra went mad as soon as Otto's knob touched her cunt, it was hard to say whether panic or greed inspired the squirming of her thighs and the bucking of her hips. Otto did the right thing, however, by teasing her gently as his randy young tart who couldn't wait for a taste of spotted dick. Whatever the cause of her contortions and jiggings, it made little difference, since Petra was going to get it anyway-and would enjoy it when she did.

  Despite the impressive size of his muzzle, Otto penetrated her without too much difficulty. Built as he is, there are few barriers which stand for long in his way. Moreover, Petra was not a pure virgin, for all her disdainful attitudes and posturings before the customers. She had had the pricks of one or two lucky Berlin lads as lodgers in her cunt. It had happened rarely and briefly, but Otto was not the first to explore this comfortable territory. Like Karl with Sonja, he rode long and easily, Petra's heels drumming on his back. She made howling and retching sounds as he did so, seeming to tell us that this was the most vile and abominable thing that a man ever did to a girl. We did not then know, but have discovered since, that Petra derives great excitement from pretending this revulsion and imagining to herself that every lover takes her by force. I think she truly meant to rebel when they turned her over on her belly for Otto to ravish the seat of beauty as well. Yet Petra knew that she would get it up her arse anyway and so, surely, she was rebelling only to have her resistance crushed. In this too, perhaps, she finds a thrill. As they tried to part her slim pale buttocks to make way for the heavy muzzle of Otto's tool, Petra tensed her rear cheeks against them, trying to press the halves together. We saw Petra's arsehole go tight and small as she barred the way. Having shown his mastery of Sonja with the school strap, Otto was not averse to using it for his own purposes. He stood over Petra and gave the eighteen-year-old nymph a savage smack across her slim buttocks with it. Petra screamed with uncontrolled panic. I do not know, Jack, if she had been daring him to do this, but I am quite sure Petra never dreamt that a school strap could hurt as much. A second whack of the leather across her demure buttocks brought a second scream. Petra was desperate to obey him now. She turned her hard young face and fringe to him, pleading, promising. But Otto was enjoying this too much. Whack! Smack!

  Whack! Smack! Crack! The walls of the room rang with echoes of the searing lashes of the leather strap across the bare and writhing cheeks of Petra's bottom. Otto had subdued her easily and yet he was far from satisfied with her. The thrashing continued until Petra's demure young backside was blazing scarlet and all thought of further defiance was more than she dared to contemplate. Otto knelt astride her and presented the head of the battering ram to the tight rear loophole of the defiant citadel. A lunge and a pressing forward carried the day. There was a moment's shrillness from Petra, a cry of alarm from her, and then Otto gasped out his ecstasy at the tightness of the young nymph's backside which engulfed the hard length of his tool. As Petra's cries subsided and she submitted to that steady rhythm of the sodomy, it was only natural to twit-and chaff her for ma
king such a fuss about so trivial a matter. If she did not join in the game of backgammon quite as lustily as Sonja had done, at least she lay there on her belly over the pillows and appeared to enjoy having it done to her. Otto kept her behind busy for some little while before he released the pent-up passion which had been simmering in his balls. Petra still retained a certain self-possession and dignity, for she was determined not to let us hear her cry out when the moment came. Cramming the corner of the pillow into her mouth, she emitted only a few stifled cries as the weapon shot off and pumped its salvoes into the depths of her slim backside. I will not weary you, Jack, with all the incidents which took place before the first yellow light of eastern sun touched the cool grey waters of the lake.

  Several times Sonja and Petra, squirming on the beds in anticipation of their bridegrooms' return, cried out wildly that they had had enough cock for the time being and could not endure another ravishing in their present tender state. Who has not heard similar entreaties from every honeymoon suite? Yet once the penis was in place and the ride had begun, the hips and loins of the fillies moved with as eager a rhythm as those of their jockeys! I can best describe the extent and vigour of the pleasures by assuring you that when morning came, Sonja and Petra were obliged to walk with very small and cautious steps. The saddle of a bicycle was something which they might have contemplated with sheer horror. When the maids came to make the beds, they found not only the straps but a birch-rod in the folds of the sheets. It will not surprise you, then, to hear that when Sonja and Petra sat down to breakfast, it was with a wince and a sharp intake of breath. We smiled at this and reminded them that a honeymoon does not end after the first night. Karl and Otto are such fine fellows that they recover their strength easily in a few hours.

  In the afternoon, I received a few well-bred young ladies of Berlin as my guests at tea. We talked freely among ourselves for they abhor prudery. Not one of them would miss the opportunity to have several girls as her slaves, in addition to the pleasures to be received from mankind. I made Sonja and Petra attend our little tea-party and, despite their blushes, explained that they had both enjoyed their first honeymoon night a few hours earlier. When Sonja asked if she might withdraw for a moment, three of the ladies pleaded the same necessity and went out immediately after her. You will guess the reason, Jack. When Sonja's knickers came down, these merry young ladies were determined that they must be there to watch.

  The prospect of seeing how her bridegroom had enjoyed himself with her-and she with him-proved an irresistible temptation. To Sonja's dismay, she rose from the pedestal on which she had sat, only to be led immediately out and made to bend for their admiration. The ladies were delighted by what they saw and vowed that so many raised weals of the birch across Sonja's buttocks and thighs argued that hers was a honeymoon of true and enduring passion. They told her that she could not deny having enjoyed herself thoroughly, for the lubrication was still moist in her cunt. Sonja's brown face looked greatly flustered and she pleaded in defence of her modesty that she had been birched against her will. But one of the young ladies pointed out a lingering trace of vaseline between Sonja's bottom-cheeks. At this they all laughed, dismissing Sonja's self-defence, and said that she must have been deeply in love with the man to let him take her in such a way. They kept her bending like this for almost half an hour, intrigued by such a view. Indeed, their fingers explored her before and behind. When she flinched and pleaded, tenderness, this only served to make them more certain of the honeymoon passion which had driven her to such lengths. Petra was also accompanied and examined by these jovial young ladies when she made the same pilgrimage. When the blond nymph begged them to believe that she was detained at the villa unwillingly for these sports, they laughed uproariously. For had she not all the marks of passion upon her? They dismissed her pleadings as a young bride's natural shyness. Now, my dear Jack, as I write these words Lord Frederick comes and gives me a message for you.

  We shall leave the Villa Anna in three days' time. It is the earliest possible date by which we can vacate it. I do not yet know the full details of our journey with the four girls. Indeed, Lord Fred has one or two arrangements still to make. As always, there are customs officials to be bribed and the palm of the chief of police must be crossed with silver. Various guardians of the law will chink the gold in their pockets and look the other way as several girls are bundled past them, eyes bulging perhaps and tongues straining against their gags. As his lordship says, these things are not difficult in any country of the world but they take precious time to arrange.

  A propos, Lord Fred would have you and your little seraglio ready to travel in three weeks' time. You will, I imagine, wish to bring at least four beautiful fair-skinned houris with you. Who could deny you Claudia and Katharine, Elke and perhaps the young Swedish blonde Helena? Will you bring your red-headed maid Sian? Why should you not?

  For the rest, you must be guided by prudence and the likely consequences. You might choose the other Swedish nymph Agnetha and perhaps those two voluptuous olive-skinned Italian students, Daniela and Valeria. Beyond that, however, Lord Fred and I counsel caution. If you must have a high-school adolescent like Vanessa, by all means. But let that be your limit. You will be beyond the reach of the English law, and yet it would not do to attract too much resentment upon yourself. Lord Fred himself will write to you upon our safe arrival with the girls here and will warn you that your time of departure is at hand. You may be sure that I, too, will write him a letter and chronicle our saucy experiences in the new seraglio with our girls!* And now, dearest Jack, I take my leave of Berlin for as long as is necessary before the scandal dies down. Prepare yourself for a similarly agreeable exile in company with us, your two greatest friends and most earnest well-wishers. May fate bring you soon to join Your own adoring Dolly. Lord Frederick 'The letters promised by Dolly will be found in the second part of this volume-Editor Anonymous Aphrodizzia

  NINE

  Lord Frederick's letter to his friend Jack-His lordship's good-natured offer-The island paradise-Lord Fred describes his own curious plantation in a remote region of the delta -His white women slaves-How one may buy a fancy-girl at auction-The pleasures of such a collection- Merry-making among the planters who have such girls to serve them-The delights awaiting Jack!

  Dear Jack, Let me begin by assuring you how much I regret that our paths have not crossed more often these past few years. Alas, certain circumstances have made it inadvisable that I should return to England as things are, while your enjoyments keep you there almost constantly! Knowing me as you do, old fellow, you may be sure that I have not written to you merely to make a dirge of our separation. In a little while we shall be reunited- and under the most auspicious conditions. Can you guess? I believe you can! Dolly and I have come safely through our voyage and have brought the four damsels to that island paradise which is to be yours for the next ninety-nine years! May you live so long to enjoy it! Who knows but that Dolly may be your guest during some of that time?

  Our journey, though arduous, was never one which put us in true peril. Dolly's chum, the Kaisar's own chief of police for the Berlin region, provided us with papers for the four girls. By means of these we were enabled to cross frontiers to Trieste and to take ship upon the liner Isolde, bound for the Canaries. The good chief of the gendarmerie was not only rewarded by a handsome sum, but also by the gift of a charming blonde, Hanne, a delightful girl of sixteen, a debutante in every sense of that term. By now, you may be sure, she knows the feeling of a constabulary truncheon in every orifice of her young body! The voyage itself was easy enough. Our cabins constituted a suite of rooms at one end of the first-class deck, allowing us to enjoy absolute privacy. Karl and Otto were the guardians of our isolation and such pleasures as we revelled in were uninterrupted. At Las Palmas we had very little difficulty indeed. The officials there were easily satisfied by our story of having to return two fractious daughters to their anxious family and two runaway brides to their sorrowing husbands. Such
tales accounted for the condition of Julia and Natasha on the one hand, and Sonja and Petra on the other.

  You may be sure, of course, that we paid these dignitaries well for their assistance. It came a little expensive, Jack, but not near the cost of having to buy a girl off the auction-block at one of the Arabian slave-markets. There was a moment of unease when Julia managed to break away from us and blurt out her story to a young Spanish lieutenant before we could restrain her. Fortunately, however, the fellow knew not a word of English and was only too ready to accept the story which his superior officer told him. However, I thought it only right to show my thanks to the young lieutenant by the gift of a silver cigarette-case-charmingly engraved. He was well pleased by this. Yet, Jack, having seen Julia and the fun one might have with such a rebellious adolescent girl, was she not cheap at the price?

  Only think how many silver cigarette-cases one might trade her for!

  And so we came to the private yacht, Proserpine, which my people had ready for me, and by which means we were brought across to the island. I believe you will like the place when you see it, old fellow, for it has all the palm-fringed beaches and charming little coves of legend. The house itself is a building of Spanish design, begun by the conquistadores, though much altered over the years. Yet it has all those charming courtyards and fountains, verandahs and richly-panelled rooms which one associates with that splendid tradition. I shall not be your neighbour in the literal sense, dear boy, as yours is an island paradise and my territory is a mainland plantation, far removed from prying eyes. The disappearance of slavery, in the political sense, does not prevent a man of wealth from acquiring and holding there a harem of young women, of every hue and race. To speak frankly, it would be impossible in England. Yet in these easier southern climes a different attitude prevails to wealth and lechery. The old St.