I tried to arch myself away from… the thing… that kept prodding me, but whenever he felt that, he just pressed hard against my bottom and made me move closer to him. He kept kissing and using his tongue now all the time, and he put his left arm round my neck to lock me to him so I couldn't escape, while I had to keep my left arm thrown round his shoulder and my other hand squeezed against his chest. He began to rub himself slowly against me… I felt his… hard… thing… glide over my belly and my bare thighs and then it touched… my spot… and I gasped in shame and clenched my legs together as much as I could. “Don't resist me if you know what's good for you, Lucille,” he growled, pinching my sore bottom so hard I almost screamed, and kissed me harder than ever, while he brought his right hand up to play with my bare breasts this time.

“Put your right hand down and feel my cock, Lucille,” he said to me suddenly, and I wanted to die of shame. How I wished my parents had loved me a little more and not sold me like a slave to a man who was cruel and merciless to a helpless girl.

“Oh… pl-please… d-don't make me do that, Mr. Raleigh,” I sobbed. “Please… oh, how can I… I never did such a thing in all my life… Oh, please, I'm a decent girl, how can you want me to do such a thing?”

“Because I order you to do it, that's why, and because, now that you are my ward, I expect obedience no matter what your thoughts or feelings are. Otherwise, you'll be whipped till you come to your senses. Now-are you going to put your hand on my cock or aren't you?”

Closing my eyes and shuddering violently, I reached down… and took hold of… what he called his cock… I felt that there was something thin and glossy over the head of it, and I supposed that was what he meant by saying he had taken precautions… but I was so terrified and shamed and suffering from the feverish heat in my bare bottom that I hardly knew what I was doing.