Innocence Examined

by Emily Tilton

  “Girls,” said Charles, “come rub your cunts against Sir Gerald’s legs while he fucks that tight little arse.”

  “Oh, sir,” cried Mary. “Oh, please… it’s too big! It hurts!”

  “Hush, girl,” Charles said, as he had often said to Charlotte. “You are getting what your master wishes to give you.”

  As they had been commanded, Anne—released now from her mouth-service to Charles—and Charlotte went to stand on either side of the baronet, hanging lightly from his shoulders the way they knew he liked. It was one of Charles and Sir Gerald’s favorite things, to feel one girl’s cunny rubbing against his thigh while he fucked another. They had never before done it together, though, while one of their gentlemen had a third girl.

  Charlotte looked into Anne’s eyes, and Anne gazed back at her. The submissive pleasure in the furrowing of Anne’s brow, almost as if her friend were in pain at the sensation of her pretty cunny rubbing against her baronet’s muscular thigh, with its short, curly, ticklish golden fur, made Charlotte’s own submissive arousal seem to climb to the heavens. She felt herself breathing harder and harder as she kept the same rhythm with Anne, shamelessly rubbing her own cunny on Anne’s lord’s other leg, because her own lord, the cruel, wonderful Charles, had commanded it.

  “Oh, Charlotte,” Anne said, for of course she had seen in Charlotte’s eyes exactly what Charlotte had seen in hers. “Oh, Charlotte,” she said again, and then cried out, because she was spending, there against Sir Gerald’s side as she rubbed herself lewdly upon him, like an animal in heat. Charlotte watched Anne’s grip tighten upon Sir Gerald’s shoulder, and the sight made her rub even more frantically, trying to find a similar release.

  Charles had put his cock in Mary’s mouth now, and he fucked there with abandon, holding her blond hair, gathered back in his hand, very tightly. Mary herself seemed to have entered that state that Charlotte knew well from her most intense encounters with Charles, where she seemed to float above the world, on a cloud of lascivious sensation.

  Sir Gerald labored at the little maid’s bottom, and Charlotte, to her thrilling embarrassment, couldn’t help looking down at where the baronet’s ruddy cock plunged in and out of the tiny arsehole. She could tell that Sir Gerald loved the feeling of entering there at full length and feeling little Mary’s bottom-cheeks come up against his own hips, for he would hold himself there in a way that Charlotte, from experience, knew would have made Mary cry out very loud if she had not been gagged by Charles’ cock.

  “Miss Caroline,” called Charles suddenly, and Charlotte realized that for the moment she had forgotten entirely about their observer, the fourth of the young women being enjoyed, each in her own way, according to Dr. Brown’s theories and Charles’ policy. “Are you learning your lesson?”

  Charlotte had her back turned to the chair where Caroline sat, but she realized that in the mirror above the mantelpiece she had a perfect view of the girl, who sat with her little clenched fists holding her shift above her waist, her legs still spread as if she knew that one of the masters of the house would punish her if she closed her thighs and hid her pretty cunny from them.

  Dr. Fairleigh stood behind, leaning over to speak into her ear.

  “What is Fairleigh telling you, girl?” Charles asked. “I am sure it is very lewd, and will help Sir Gerald and me with our spends.”

  In a voice that sounded like she had fallen as much under the spell of submission as Mary, and seemed to come from far away, Caroline said, “He is saying that a man’s cock feels very nice when it goes in and out of a girl’s cunny.”

  “He is right, my dear,” grunted Sir Gerald, grasping Mary’s hips more firmly and riding in and out of her backside with authority.

  “But he says that a natural man also likes to put his cock in her mouth and in her bottom.”

  “Does he tell you why?” asked Vance. Charlotte could tell from the panting quality of his voice that he would soon spend inside Mary’s mouth. To her ashamed surprise, she found that it gave her pleasure to think that the maid would have to do the hard duty of swallowing the same bitter seed that Charlotte had to swallow almost every day. She moaned a little, and felt herself beginning to spend against Sir Gerald’s leg, the heat radiating in pulses through her thighs and belly and making her knees tremble as she kept up her desperate rubbing, She knew, with a blush, that her wetness had thoroughly anointed the baronet’s thigh.

  “No… but… but… I think I know?”

  “You do?” Charles gasped, thrusting himself ever harder between Mary’s lips. The girl’s cheeks streamed with tears from her closed eyes, and the wet, submissive sounds that came from her mouth pushed Charlotte over the edge into her spend. As she felt her limbs loosen in climax, she looked again at Caroline’s face in the mirror, flushed with the girl’s own inexperienced erotic passion.

  Caroline said, “Is it because it means that he can put his cock wherever he wants?”

  Sir Gerald gave a shout of pleasure, and spent deep inside Mary’s bottom then. Charles said, “You have it, my girl,” and then from his chest came the sound Charlotte knew so very well, of manly ecstasy mastered and held within. He growled and held himself inside Mary’s lips, murmuring, “There you go, Mary. Swallow it all.”

  Mary did—all except a tiny trickle of white that escaped her lips, just at the corner of her mouth. Charles withdrew, and Mary, her eyes still closed, hung her head to the floor, only making a soft little mewing sound when Sir Gerald withdrew.

  “Miss Caroline,” said Charles, “come look at little Mary now. Come see how well fucked she has been.”

  Charlotte turned herself so that she could see Caroline directly. The girl looked up at Dr. Fairleigh. Yes, she was definitely in love with him, though Charlotte was certain the men could not see it. “May I?” she whispered.

  Dr. Fairleigh nodded gravely. “You may,” he said.

  Caroline stood up and stepped hesitantly forward, as if afraid that Mary might suddenly rise up and accuse her for the fervor with which Caroline had watched the masters of the house exercise their rights upon her.

  “Observe,” Dr. Fairleigh said, suddenly to Charlotte’s surprise seeming fully to adopt the role of preceptor, “how Mary’s bottom yields up Sir Gerald’s seed. Do you see it flowing down onto the bolster over which Miss Loomis and Miss Dalrymple laid her?”

  “Y-yes,” said Caroline slowly. “What is it, though?”

  “My seed, child?” Sir Gerald asked with a tone of raillery.

  Caroline looked up at him with big eyes and nodded mutely. Then, as if unable to prevent herself, she looked down at his manhood and gave a little start. “Oh,” she said. “It is… it’s gotten, well, smaller!”

  Dr. Fairleigh laughed. “Indeed, Miss Hollins. That is what happens after a man’s climax. Do you not think it would be uncomfortable, if men had to walk about all day with their cocks long and hard in their trousers?”

  Caroline blushed. “Do you mean that most of the time they do not?”

  Now it was Charles’ turn to laugh and tease. “Yes, child. Our cocks get hard when we wish to fuck. When we have fucked until our excitement becomes a spend—that is, a climax—our seed shoots out of our cocks.”

  “Why is it called seed, though?” Caroline said, frowning.

  “Because it plants a baby in a girl’s belly,” said Anne, smiling. Really, though her questions were from a civilized perspective most improper, she asked them with such a frank air, Charlotte thought, that you could not help loving her, and answering.

  “Is that what does it?!” Caroline said, with wonder. “So… fucking is for making babies?”

  Charlotte saw Charles look sharply at Sir Gerald. She had often wondered whether the baronet and his fellow natural man were in complete agreement about the getting of children upon their mistresses, or, as even Charlotte could admit she sometimes—especially times like this one—enjoyed thinking of herself, their fucking pieces.

  “Yes, child,” said Sir Geral
d.

  “But,” Charles continued, “only when the man wishes to put a baby in her belly. So the other reason a natural man likes to do his fucking also in a girl’s mouth and in her bottom is that he may shoot his seed inside her in those places without worrying that she will have a baby.”

  “Will you put babies in Miss Anne and Miss Charlotte?” Caroline asked, looking from Charles to Sir Gerald.

  Sir Gerald looked a little flustered, but Charlotte thought Charles’ answer a very fine one, and even bit surprising: “Perhaps someday, if they’re good girls.” She did not think he had ever said anything so definite on the subject, and she had the urge to go kiss him. Charlotte did not think she wanted a baby just yet, but someday, certainly.

  Then Dr. Fairleigh clarified the matter in a way that threw Charlotte back into confusion, though. “As you heard tonight, Miss Hollins,” he said, “your guardian’s plan is to remove the household to the Hebrides. I believe that Sir Gerald and Mr. Vance intend to ensure that they have several girls available for their pleasure. When Miss Loomis or Miss Dalrymple shall be big with a baby, they will be able to exercise their masculine rights upon girls like Mary, and vice versa.”

  “And like me?” Caroline asked quietly.

  “Indeed,” said Charles. “Like you. Should Charlotte get in a family way, you may expect to have my cock inside you very often.”

  Charlotte felt herself turning very red, but Sir Gerald laughed, clearly entering into the sport now. “That will be when I let her go from my bed, Vance.” He looked at Caroline. “Did you like watching me fuck Mary’s bottom, child?”

  Caroline blushed deeply. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “Well, soon enough it shall be your bottom I fuck, my dear,” Sir Gerald said, with a wolfish grin.

  Chapter Seventeen

  In the deep of the night, the door of James’ bedchamber gave a creak, as if someone were trying, and failing, to push it open silently. His heart beating wildly at being awoken thus, he had a long moment’s disorientation, as the many strange and exciting events of the previous day flooded back into his consciousness. By the pocket watch he quickly read through blurry eyes with the aid of the moonlight slanting in through the window, it was three o’clock in the morning.

  The door creaked again. Suddenly James, whose first thoughts had been of bloody murder, knew exactly what the sound meant.

  “Caroline?” he called softly. The door opened, and there she stood in her night rail. The dim light from the landing shone through the translucent lawn to outline her enchanting form: perfectly rounded breasts, their silhouette curving out ever so slightly to the sides of her chest, the gentle violin shape of her hips. She looked so adorable, and the look of distress in her eyes seemed so sincere, that when she ran to him, he simply could not help embracing her and kissing her brow despite the terrible impropriety of it.

  She would now, James was sure, do precisely what Dr. Brown had said she would, and attempt to participate in the erotic affairs of Sir Gerald’s house. He resolved to counsel her and to send her away. True, there might be an opportunity here to further his aim of stealing her for himself, but he must have time to think through what that aim meant to him, and to her, as well as what it might mean within Brown’s theory.

  For James had now been fully persuaded that even if the practical application of that theory must be eschewed, and even fought against as corrosive to civilization, the theoretical work Brown had done on the matter served to illuminate topics that had long troubled James. What he could not yet decide was whether the idea of a natural masculine right to fuck any girl he pleased, provided the girl be persuadable to the joys of submission, could truly serve as the basis of an order under which James wished to live. Should he go to the Hebrides?

  What did it mean to love Caroline Hollins, if James believed in the right of the phallus and Caroline had vowed to serve the phallus of Sir Gerald Carruthers?

  Certainly Brown’s theory of a natural right foundered in its most basic claim, from the perspective of political philosophy. The very concept of a ‘natural right’ presented an oxymoron, after all: philosophers had always maintained that men had rights only in a civilized state, where force existed to compel other men to recognize those rights. Brown recognized the paradox inherent in his claim in the opening and closing sections of his essay: he asserted that were men reduced to a state of nature, the importance of their erotic urges would supervene all other needs to such an extent as to make the right of the phallus a de facto natural right. “For,” he wrote, “inasmuch as whenever men dwell together, a proto-state exists amongst them, and the supervening natural urge to enjoy such women as also dwell there creates the right to do so, as the very first of rights. Only the foolish strictures of traditional morality prevent us from recognizing this plain truth.”

  “Caroline,” James said, as she nestled her head in his chest, covered only by his own shirt, “what is wrong?” He was sure he knew the answer, but he needed time, he felt, to steel his resolve to send her away. At the same time, he became uncomfortably aware that he had awoken with a stiff cock, as he often did, and that the proximity of the sweet-smelling girl he loved was making the situation no better. Nor did the idea that he should steel, or even stiffen, his resolve, because at every moment, as he tried to decide himself not to take advantage of the circumstances, his resolve seemed intent on allying itself with the stiffness—stiff as steel, he felt, truly—of his virility.

  If there were a reason, truly, why Brown’s theory must fail in the end, it was simply the one that confronted him now, in Caroline: girls who belonged to other natural men would continually throw themselves in the way of natural men to whom they did not belong. And that was before one even took into account how many natural men would contrive that such girls fell thus.

  Again James wondered about Brown’s motives for bringing him to Cadogan Square the previous morning, and for proposing to Sir Gerald that he should henceforth make him one of this strange household. Was Brown somehow in conflict with Vance, and desirous of having a natural man—James—on the inside of the household? Or did he simply possess such confidence in his theory that he was certain James would do nothing to disrupt Vance’s and Sir Gerald’s plans to make Caroline their shared toy?

  “Dr. Fairleigh…”

  James knew his resolve could not be stiffened as he wished then, for without even intending to speak, he found himself saying, “You must call me James, Caroline.”

  “James,” she breathed in a voice full of what he thought could only be erotic fervor. “James, you must spank me. You must spank me very hard.”

  James felt his eyes widen. “Why?” he murmured.

  “I have been so naughty.” Caroline pushed back from him and looked up into his eyes. He was sitting up in bed now, and she stood beside the bed, still held within the loose embrace of his arms. “Sir Gerald put me to bed with Miss Anne and Miss Charlotte, because I am now to be one of the gentlemen’s girls, as they are, and it was so strange and new, and I could not stop thinking about… about what they did to Mary, and…”

  “And what?” James asked, although he knew the answer. He spoke the question gently, though he realized as he uttered the words that part of him wished to be very stern with her, and that Dr. Brown—and Charles Vance—would perhaps wish him to be stern.

  Caroline hid her face in his nightshirt again. “I touched myself.”

  Now James managed to let his authority over her sound in his tone. “Did you bring yourself to a climax?”

  She did not look up at him, but after a moment she nodded.

  “More than one?” James asked with an even harder disciplinary note in his voice.

  Caroline nodded again. And then she slid out of his embrace, onto her knees beside the bed, and he felt her hands scrabbling underneath his bedclothes.

  “Caroline,” he said, though to his slight embarrassment he could not find the will to stop her, “what are you doing?”

  “I mu
st…” she whispered, still trying to pull down the coverlet and pull up his shirt. James realized that if she uncovered him she would see his cock, hard for her, there in the moonlight, and he had a moment of decision that really represented no choice at all: it took only a split second for his mind to determine his course of action. Caroline Hollins would suck his cock, here and now, James decided, and Brown and Vance could be damned for all he cared. She would take him in her mouth, and then he would spank her for playing with herself and for sucking a cock.

  In the same instant that he felt his resolve stiffen so decisively, though, Caroline had managed to uncover him, perhaps in part because James’ efforts to prevent her were less diligent than conventional morality would have demanded. In the moonlight, he had the enchanting, arousing sight of Caroline Hollins kneeling in front of his hard cock, gazing at it even more reverently, he thought, than she had gazed at Sir Gerald’s.

  Without seeming even to realize what she did, Caroline opened her mouth and moved her face towards the head of his manhood, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a proper young lady to receive a gentleman’s prick there. James heard her breathing, harsh and quick, and he felt his own match it. He wasn’t sure in that moment if he truly would have told her to suck his prick, but to have Caroline herself part her lips thus and move them towards his hardness, made him think that the delights of the natural man, with a girl who understood her need to submit to him, surpassed every other pleasure on earth.

  Then, her mouth only an inch from James’ cock, Caroline whispered, “I want to be a good cocksucker, Dr. Fairleigh. Will you teach me how to be a good cocksucker, like Miss Anne?”

  Her eyes, which had been fixed upon his cock, now darted up to meet his own gaze. James couldn’t help stroking her cheek and murmuring, “Yes, Caroline. I will teach you. But I must spank you, as well, for you are not allowed to do such things yet. You touched your little cunny tonight, which is forbidden. And now you are going to suck your first cock, and that is forbidden, too. You had better hurry up and do it, so that I may punish you as soon as possible.”