by Emily Tilton
“But why?” said the sweet, timid Caroline of his fantasy, gasping the words thanks to the way he caressed her sweet, innocent cunt as she watched the lascivious scene, unable to avert her wicked eyes from the shameful things Sir Gerald did with his mistress.
Here in the reality of the present, Sir Gerald’s brow was furrowed and his lips puckered in a way that James could tell meant that he found Dr. Brown’s suggestion both strange and extremely exciting. “And,” he said in a voice thick with some strong emotion, “have you a… recommendation as to who it should be who… bends her to his natural rights?”
Now James turned his attention sharply to Dr. Brown. The older physician nodded sagely. “I do,” he said, “have a recommendation—but it is not one that will answer the main question immediately.”
“I do not take your meaning, Dr. Brown,” said James.
“Nor I,” said Sir Gerald.
“I am of the opinion,” Dr. Brown said, clearly relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his perspicacity, “that a girl situated as Miss Hollins is situated, possessed of the erotic tendencies she had already demonstrated to us today, has it in her nature to become a fucking piece so pleasurable that the natural man to whom she submits will have in her the capacity to inspire dozens—hundreds, even—perhaps thousands of other men to embrace their rights. I propose to develop Miss Hollins through this process of observation and, if you will, junior service to the natural men of this household, until at last the time should come for her to be fully bestowed on one of them, to whom she will make the true submission of her body.”
“And to whom will she do that?” asked Sir Gerald, voicing James’ own dark thought.
“Patience, I pray, Sir Gerald,” said Dr. Brown. “I shall come to that. While Miss Hollins does junior service as an innocent observer, she will be allowed to become acquainted with the ways of men in a lesser way. Through observing the amorous ways of the men and women of this house, she will gradually learn to regard them as normal, and even admirable—as well as tremendously exciting and highly desirable, of course. And of course you will have to punish her whenever she is detected trying, as she naturally will, to assuage the erotic fire this observation will create in her loins.”
James cleared his throat at that, but when Dr. Brown glanced at him, he had nothing further to say.
“She will not be allowed to participate in any way, but she will see how a girl’s hands and fingers, as well as her pretty mouth, may heighten the pleasure of gentlemen, as well as of the girls they employ as fucking-pieces. She will also observe those consorting tribadically for the pleasure of the natural men who watch. In addition, she will have the power and the responsibility to keep watch upon Miss Loomis and Miss Dalrymple, and to bear tales of any misconduct on their parts back to you and Mr. Vance. I think it entirely likely, I should add, that Miss Hollins will be unable to refrain from attempting to participate in the scenes she observes: such infractions must naturally be punished, until the girl’s amorous nature and her maidenly shame shall be wrought together into a need for fucking and whipping such as I imagine has never been seen before. This all will be accomplished gradually, over the course of a month or two.”
“And then?” Sir Gerald seemed unable to keep his wish to hear that he would be the lucky man to deflower his charge.
“Then,” said Dr. Brown, “when you have removed to your island in the north, on a night appointed for the purpose, and announced to Miss Hollins well beforehand, you, Sir Gerald, will fuck her, in her cunt and in her bottom, upon a stage before an invited audience. It will serve as a grand demonstration to all the natural men of Great Britain of your felicity in your new establishment, and as the inauguration of your pleasures. Then you will invite Mr. Vance, and afterward every natural man present, to fuck her after you, by whatever path he pleases. Properly prepared, the delight Miss Hollins affords will inspire all of those present to change their own modes of life, and embrace the right of the phallus, thus spreading the inspiration even farther abroad.”
Sir Gerald’s eyes seemed about to bug out of his head. James realized that his own breathing had become labored. His mind burned in an anguish of which he had not thought his cool wits capable. Before he had passed through the door of this house, he would have supposed that his anguish at Dr. Brown’s terrible proposal would have arisen in his utter rejection of it and of Dr. Brown’s lewd doctrine of masculine rights. Instead, though, James found that the vision of Caroline, thoroughly trained in erotic matters and entirely debauched, brought to bed upon a stage and enjoyed first by her guardian and then by dozens of men, seemed just and right. Having seen Dr. Brown’s lewd examination of the girl thus far, he knew with certainty that Caroline herself might well welcome the amorous revel. No, his anguish sprung from his conviction that Dr. Brown was correct in certain essential respects, but that his own being as a natural man cried out for a very different culmination of Caroline’s training.
He could see very well the way the scene painted by Dr. Brown was calculated to set the blood of natural men afire. And there seemed no doubt at all that Dr. Brown wished James to understand that it was his intention that he himself, and James, would be present in the audience. Naturally, after Mr. Vance, it would be Dr. Brown’s turn with Caroline, and then at last she would come to him, James, and he would have her just as he liked, while all the natural men present watched and cheered.
But even as James felt himself once again grow hard at the shameful image, he knew it was not enough for him. He would save Caroline Hollins from that fate. But, though the previous day he would have sworn by heaven and all its angels that he would have saved her so that he might deliver her to a kind, affectionate husband—perhaps himself, for he could not deny that he had it in him to be kind and affectionate, nor that he had begun to fall in love with her the instant he saw her anxious blue eyes—now James knew that when he saved Caroline Hollins, he would use her in accordance with what he now understood about his masculine rights. When he saved Caroline, he would lose no time in bringing her to some secure place where he himself would complete her submission to the right of the phallus. Long and hard would he ride, in her cunt and in her backside, and by morning Caroline Hollins would belong to James Fairleigh, and only to him.
It was Sir Gerald’s turn to do a bit of throat-clearing. “I cannot deny,” he said, “that your proposal fascinates me—as I am certain it will fascinate Mr. Vance. But although as you know I am a thorough convert to your way of thinking about these masculine rights, your ideas on this matter seem so… beyond anything else you have proposed…”
“I feel sure,” replied Dr. Brown, “that if you consent to try the experiment for a week or two, you will find it greatly to your liking. And I know that of my precepts you accept most of all that one that declares that that which is to the liking of the natural man is that which he should seek out and obtain.”
“Yes,” said Sir Gerald slowly and a little doubtfully. “I suppose it can do no more harm to her, can it? And…” James watched a flush creep across the baronet’s cheeks.
Dr. Brown’s guess as to the cause of Sir Gerald’s color seemed to be the same as James’ own, for the physician said, “And you would not mind showing her your prick at close range, would you?”
Sir Gerald gave a grunt that seemed to indicate assent.
“Well, Sir Gerald, I have it in mind that Miss Hollins should become acquainted with your cock this instant—when we return to her, she shall learn of her new role.” He looked intently at Sir Gerald, who nodded, apparently not trusting his voice as he contemplated the delights of watching his ward do such shameful service as to look upon her guardian’s penis. “First, however, I should like you to consider admitting Dr. Fairleigh here to your household, to observe Miss Hollins’ training, and to supervise it, carrying out my recommendations, which I should mention will include manualising the girl from time to time in order to keep her off the boil, as it were.”
James looked sharply a
t Dr. Brown, who maintained a bland expression and did not return his glance. What was the physician about? Was he conducting some further experiment of his own, beyond this experiment with Caroline’s erotic training? Had James even heard correctly, that Dr. Brown expected him to bring Caroline to a spend from time to time, as he himself had a few minutes past?
“When you remove to the Hebrides, after all, you will want to have a skilled physician with you as well, and I lamentably cannot remove from London.”
Sir Gerald looked at James. “Fairleigh, are you interested?” he asked.
“Most assuredly, Sir Gerald,” James replied. “Dr. Brown’s theories, which fascinate me utterly, would seem never to have been so completely realized as they are here in this house.”
“You understand that Anne and Charlotte belong to me and Vance? You may toy with their ladies’ maid Mary, if you like, and the parlor-maid, and I suppose you may also bring in a mistress.” Sir Gerald seemed completely genial about the prospect, to James’ surprise. It appeared that he had accepted Dr. Brown’s scheme as the fated end of Caroline’s troublesome maidenhead, and could not imagine that James might seek to oppose that end.
“I understand that perfectly,” James replied. “But I shan’t trouble you on that score. A ladies’ maid and a parlor-maid should suffice me nicely.” He took pride in the way he managed to sound so very ‘natural,’ as Dr. Brown might put it. He would have to find a way to make it look like he had begun fucking one or other of those maids, but a little silver would probably go a long way on that score.
“It is agreed, then?” said Dr. Brown, looking from one to the other. Seeing no dissent, he went on, “Then let us go back to Miss Hollins, and acquaint her with Sir Gerald’s cock, and with his right of the phallus.”
Chapter Ten
Caroline lay with her knees still apart, so that when the gentlemen came in, they must first see her little cunny, where Dr. Brown had worked such mischief, but which now burned again despite the relief she had felt immediately after the physician’s strange attentions. Caroline found she could not stop thinking about the gentlemen’s cocks, and wondering whether she might ever get to see them more closely than the glimpse she had stolen through the keyhole the night before.
The door opened, and though she meant to obey Dr. Brown and keep herself open and available, Miss Standish’s remonstrances had stayed with her insofar as by reflex she tried to pull her shift down to cover her cunny and bottom. But Sir Gerald, now seeming much more authoritative than he had when the first part of the examination occurred, said, “Caroline, do not cover yourself. You are to be trained in submission, and a good, submissive girl knows that gentlemen like to see a pretty young cunt like yours above all things.”
Now, despite all her yearnings for the lascivious deeds she had only imagined in their very vague outlines, Caroline felt her heart quail at the way her guardian put to her this idea that she would now be trained. When she had thought it was secret knowledge she might steal from the bedchambers of the house, it had seemed like a lovely, naughty adventure. The thought of glimpsing a cock had seemed to fill her soul with a delicious rapture. Now, suddenly, she felt that perhaps she need not see a cock just yet.
“Miss Hollins,” said Dr. Brown, “it is time for us to answer your questions about the relations of natural men and the girls they possess. Your guardian Sir Gerald will, by right of his guardianship, be the first to demonstrate to you the origin and the importance of his masculine rights upon your person, and he will do so momentarily. After that, you will begin a special period of training, in which instead of sneaking about and watching the amours of older persons, you will instead be required to observe those amours, and thus to play a junior role in them, to increase the pleasures of Sir Gerald and of Mr. Vance, as well as of Miss Anne and Miss Charlotte. You will do as you are told, no matter how shameful your duty seems to you, and thus you will be readied to become a truly submissive young woman yourself; the sexual plaything of whatever natural man or men your guardian decides shall enjoy your favors.”
“But…” Caroline whispered, “b-but what does that mean?”
“Oh,” Sir Gerald said, “you shall learn that soon enough, Caroline.”
“In fact,” said Dr. Brown, “you will begin to learn it immediately. Sir Gerald, if you would please sit in the chair over there? Miss Hollins, please get up and go to kneel in front of your guardian. He will uncover his phallus for you, and you will look minutely at it, without touching it. You are an observer, and you may not participate in the amorous deeds you see, nor touch the erotic parts of the men and women whose sexual activities you observe.”
Dr. Fairleigh, to Caroline’s surprise, spoke then. “Dr. Brown knows that you still do not understand many of these terms, Miss Hollins,” he said with a kindly air that suddenly made her wish that he, and not Sir Gerald, sat in what now seemed to Caroline the fatal chair. “The regime he has prescribed is calculated in such a way as to introduce these things to you gradually, while also giving you a sense of the whole matter even before you are able to grasp it in its separate parts.”
Caroline, rising now to go and obey, and kneel in front of her guardian, saw Dr. Brown give Dr. Fairleigh an appreciative look and a little nod. “Exactly,” said the physician. “And we begin with this simple but powerful demonstration of your guardian’s rights over you. Kneel before him now.”
So Caroline knelt on the little Chinese carpet that covered the dark oak of the floor, and looked up at Sir Gerald. She had always found her guardian handsome, and usually his face was a very welcome sight to her eyes. But now that she had seen James Fairleigh, something different occurred to her: Sir Gerald was not a bad man, but she knew without a doubt that James Fairleigh was a very good one; perhaps the first very good man Caroline had ever met.
“Go ahead, Sir Gerald,” Dr. Brown said very matter-of-factly. “Please show Miss Hollins only the phallus itself. She will become acquainted with your other erotic parts in due course.”
Sir Gerald busied himself with the flies of his trousers, an activity that in itself fascinated Caroline, for though she had watched Mr. Vance drop his own trousers the night before, from behind the settee in the parlor, she had never before seen the front of a man’s trousers from close up. The flies opened as Sir Gerald unbuttoned them, Caroline saw the silk of his drawers, and something stirred it in such a way that without knowing why, Caroline blushed deeply—perhaps it was because the stirring seemed a sign of the absolute difference between men and women.
Then, Sir Gerald reached the fingers of his right hand into his drawers, and through the opening in their front he drew his cock. It was long and hard, and the sight made Caroline’s breath come very quickly. When she had caught her little glimpses the night before, she had not seen the way the top of it made a sort of knob, nor that it had a little slit, like a tiny eye, there—nor that there were veins along it that seemed to make it throb as Sir Gerald’s heartbeat.
Sir Gerald held it lightly in his hand and ran his fingers lightly up and down it in a sort of self-caress that sent a thrill of shame up and down Caroline’s spine. She wished it were James Fairleigh’s cock she saw now, but still she could not deny that the sight of Sir Gerald’s thrilled her tremendously, too. Would Dr. Fairleigh’s cock look like that? Would it be bigger?
“Miss Hollins,” Dr. Brown said, “please repeat after me. ‘This lordly phallus is my master, and I will serve it.’”
Caroline felt her brow wrinkle in alarm. “B-but what does it mean, to serve it?” she asked, trying to turn around to look at him.
“Keep your eyes on the phallus now, girl,” Dr. Brown said, his voice growing a little harsh. “You will pledge your service, and then we will instruct you. Or I am sure Sir Gerald would not mind caning you until you make your pledge.”
“Oh, please, no,” Caroline said. She felt desperate to see what Dr. Fairleigh’s face looked like—whether there was any sympathy to be seen upon it. But she feared the cane m
ore, and she turned back to Sir Gerald’s cock, which seemed even prouder now. Had it grown, somehow, at the thought of caning Caroline?
“Make your pledge, then,” said Sir Gerald. “‘This lordly phallus…’”
“This lordly phallus,” Caroline whispered.
“‘…is my master, and I will serve it.’”
“…is my master, and I will serve it.”
“Thank you, Caroline,” said Sir Gerald. “I look forward to all the different ways you will serve my cock.”
Caroline had no notion of what to say in reply, so she gave a little nod, still looking at her guardian’s cock, and wondering what the pledge she had just made would mean. Would she still be able to serve Dr. Fairleigh’s cock, if he wished it?
Then Dr. Brown said, “Very well, we may begin. Tonight, if Sir Gerald takes my advice, Miss Hollins, you will observe him and Mr. Vance with Miss Loomis and Miss Dalrymple, and see what he meant just now about the different ways a girl serves the phallus. For the moment, I wish you to consider merely the significance of a man having a phallus, whereas a girl has a vagina, in addition to her mouth and her bottom-hole.”
Caroline looked intently at Sir Gerald’s cock, trying harder to puzzle out the pith of the lesson Dr. Brown gave her than she had ever worked to do a sum, when Miss Standish had taught her arithmetic.
