The rest will be no virgins in a day or two.' 'You monster,' I said, fairly sobbing now. 'Is that what you brought us here for-to strip us of our virtue and put us on a level with street-girls?' He knelt down, still holding his cock, and with a malicious grin pulled the skin up and down from the great head, which was swollen and purple and altogether looked like a rolling pin. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. George seized me, despite my shudders, and tried to get my shift off. I resisted and he threatened to tear it in pieces, so to save it I had to let him strip me. He grabbed me at once, and began sucking my breasts, pinching my bottom and thrusting his hand between my thighs. I defended myself and tried to scratch him, which made him angry.

'Oh, if you won't be fucked peaceably it will be the worse for you.

Fucked you shall be, and by force as you won't give in. And you will find it won't be so pleasant as if you had opened your legs quietly.' With that he tied my hands, drew my knees almost up to my chin, and tied them to my neck. I was like a trussed fowl, and worst of all my poor little cunt was now exposed to his attacks. He picked me up, put me on the end of the camped, and began poking his finger in my quim, and asking me how I felt now.

I was so humiliated that I could do nothing but sob and threaten him with all sorts of futile vengeance. Little he cared! He knew I was a lady, and once fucked was not likely to publish my shame. So there I was, in a startling position for a modest girl! Stark naked and tied in a bundle: my bottom and my cunt exposed to the gaze of a naked ogre nay, more than exposed-thrust forcibly into prominence. I felt it was all up with me, and shut my eyes to await the stroke of that tremendous prick which I expected every moment to come tearing through my delicate membranes. The fiend gloated over my shame, using the filthiest terms he could think of, and hinting at atrocities I had never dreamed of, but, alas, was soon to be subjected to, and even to revel in.