He openly compared me with this, that and the other girl he had fucked. My bubbies weren't as big as Annie's; my belly not so broad as Mrs. So and So's; my thighs not so plump as some whore's he knew; my arse… 'Call that an arse,' he sneered, lifting it up and smacking it roughly, 'why I've fucked many a slavey with a better backside than that. But your cunt' (shoving his finger in harshly) 'doesn't seem so bad, and I dare say it will do as well to piss my juice in as another. Very much like Tottie's, now I come to look at it closely: only she's got less hair round hers and the lips are not so fat. Yes, I think your cunt's the best part of you, Lucy.' I could have tom his eyes out to hear the beast calmly inventorying me in this way, cataloguing each shameful feature of my secret anatomy, especially when he compared me, for I knew myself to be a wellshaped girl, with some battered prostitute. I cried bitterly, more with vexation that he should pretend to appraise me so lightly after stripping me, than anything else, and gave him the rough side of my tongue. My flood of fiery indignation was suddenly stopped by his stooping down and putting his tongue in my cunt. What unheard of obscenity! But there it was, running up and down, and darting right into the crack. I gasped for breath, and the mocking wretch told me not to mind him, but to go on with my abuse if that would relieve me. He could suck my virgin cunny and listen at the same time. 'You know, my dear, it is part of the pleasure to outrage a girl's modesty as well as her carefully preserved person at the same time, so you talk away, and I'll gamahuche this naked little pissing trap of yours.' I wish, Rose, I had pissed in his face, but I never thought of it at the time.

That would have paid the brute out! But the novelty, and a secret feeling of delight at having a man mugging my cunt, even if he was shoving his finger into my bottom as well, together with the pleasurable sensation caused by his tongue had their effect.