Chapter 4

So Drusilla and Caroline received their first taste of a man’s semen from a woman’s mouth. It was sticky, salty and not to their taste; but they were not unintelligent young ladies; they took what was offered and swallowed it with no complaint.

Later that evening, Solomon had dinner with Charles Smythe. “Let us see these beauties, then. You have kept them well hidden.” Charles said.

“They shall eat with us. Ah, here they are. Ladies. May I have the honour to introduce Charles Smythe, and this is Madeline Alsop and Drusilla and Caroline, the Halberd sisters.” He deliberately introduced Madeline first, it made the point that she was not lesser to the sisters. All three had been told not to thoroughly cover their upper bodies. He had said no-one else would have them, not that no-one else should see the delights he had to look forward too.

“Jolly nice to meet you.” They all bowed and curtsied as if it was a normal dinner party, and then ate roast mutton and rice (potatoes being impossible to obtain out of season). Wine flowed and when the ladies retired whilst the two men drank port, Charles was clearly heard to say “I say, could you spare one of those for me? I do miss an English girl under me.”

“Charles, would that I could. But I gave my word that I would not pass them to anyone. Look but don’t touch. Sounds like childhood does it not? Haha I did suggest that you should bid.” Caroline, the last to leave, heard this as she left. So, she learnt two things: all men were after debauchery wherever they could get it; and Solomon Degas was a man of his word. She passed the information to her sister and her putative governess. Caroline was twenty, young, pretty, arrogant, and still a little naive. She even harboured the thought now that if Miss Alsop could maintain his interest with her impressive breasts, she, Caroline, might be rescued by her father before she was forced to offer her body. She was, indeed naive on two accounts.

Firstly, as Madeline Alsop was demonstrating the finer points of fellatio and then giving flavour samples to the two sisters, in Cairo, their father was complaining to the French ambassador about the cost of rescuing them as they shared an Egyptian castrated slave. He was sucking Monsieur Flambert whilst his rear end was impaled by the Englishman; he was used to such activity and received good tips for his exceptional skill. Sir Harry Halberd was still mulling over the possibilities of avoiding paying.

Secondly, Caroline reckoned without the natural desire of the man to pinion this girl with her small waist, small tits and probably small cunt. Solomon wanted the older woman, and the older sister, but was already thinking of the tight, hairless slit that belonged to this smaller breasted girl on the cusp of womanhood. If the money arrived tomorrow, she would be safe, but beyond that she would be lost, and even if it arrived he would probably have that girl on her back first. Actually, he was devious enough to take her before ‘realising’ that she had been ransomed. He knew that if it was just the once, she would probably maintain the conceit that she was still a virgin.

They re-joined the ladies, for all the world as if they were at some dinner party in the provinces of England. Though not many dinner parties had ladies nearly topless, not in respectable dinner parties, anyway. The clothing he had ‘suggested’ was diaphanous and allowed their breasts to show their shape in all their glory. But then both men were not wearing the most fashionable of clothes as London now saw it. The women were fashionable below the waist, though they were wearing the same skirts they had worn since they had arrived. The clothes were looking in need of some care, despite that they had been brushed and sponged to keep them clean. Solomon made a note in his mind. Since Harry Halberd was not likely to come up with the money soon (something that Solomon was now not so sorry about. He had started on the road to debauchery, his mind was racing ahead at the possibilities). He would encourage them to wear less English clothing. He had suggested they swap outer for under clothes and visa versa to enable them to clean up. The women had not taken this suggestion, well then he would move them to clothes the women of this country wore. The clothes were freer and more airy; they were also easier to remove in whole or in part, with a view to access the delights underneath. It was an example of convergence - the benefits to the women matching the benefits to the men. He smiled at the thought of pulling down the harem pants and fucking each cunny with ease.

They drank coffee and discussed the events at home and in the empire, as well as locally. “Yes, it is a rough and uncouth place, Madeline, as you say. There are violent and cruel punishments for minor crimes; but of course we still hang people for property crime, do we not? We transport people to Australia, which is similar to the slavery in this country, though not the same degree it is true.”

“But ladies such as us would not be transported.” riposted Drusilla, meaning that they were worse treated here.

“True, true. And the state of women here is, again a matter of degree but it is worse here. Women are entirely a possession of the men here, and only partially in England. As for not transported, that is true, but we do transport women specifically with the purpose that they might be mated with the criminals there. That is surely not so dissimilar to arranged marriages in England? ... and of course involuntary coupling in this country.”

“You mean rape?” Asked Caroline.

“I do indeed, if you wish to call it that. Legally coupling with a slave is not rape. The female – or male, oh yes ladies, male coupling is quite common – has no choice in the matter, whereas rape involves the unwillingness of the victim. So it is more the enforced coupling with someone owned by another man. That would be counted as rape and an insult to the honour of the owner; who would be justified in taking murderous retribution. Not so different really. There was a case recently where a man raped the wife of a neighbour (the rumour was that she was willing, but it was still an intrusion on another’s property) and then fled the country.”

“Oh, yes, I remember that.” Charles said

“What happened?” asked Caroline, innocently.

“Charles?” Solomon let his friend take the story.

“Ahmed Sulli – that’s what we call him – appealed to the Sultan, well the Sultana really. Naturally the wife was not allowed to speak, nor were the perpetrator’s wives. Since the perpetrator could not be punished, all his male children were castrated so they could not perpetuate the line, and his wives were sold in the market.”

“So his wives were punished for his crime?” Drusilla was appalled, she seemed less offended that the boys all had their balls chopped off. Charles nodded. “So were the boys. But of course selling the women was – in this country – simply selling his possessions.” The mood was lightened when Madeline said:

“How unlike the home life of our dear queen.”

The evening came to an end; both men realised that they missed the welcome conversations and gentle flirting that was English society at all levels. Solomon was middle class and would have flirted with middle class married ladies (it being impolite to flirt with unmarried women). Charles would have mixed with upper class ladies; where, ironically, there was more chance of the flirting getting a woman into bed. Even the working class men in a pub would happily make suggestive comments to the women they were with; suggestive comments that left less to the imagination than the allusions to upstanding trees or similar, that a man might use in better society.

Charles bade his friend farewell, kissed the hands of the three ladies and left. Solomon smiled, rubbed his hands and said “Right, who’s for bed? Yes, Caroline I think. I do apologise ladies. I have to confess to really wanting a young virgin tonight. I hope you will be patient, I shall get to you both in time. Good night. Shall we Caroline?”

“Sir, she is only twenty. Perhaps you might consider myself?”

“Madeline, you are worth the two of them together and more. You are honourable, considerate, honest; and brave I think. When it is your turn I shall try and ensure you have an evening to remember with pleasure. But no, I fancy a younger girl who knows nothing. Silly I know, but in a short while she would have understood from the two of you what is to become of her. That or her irksome father would have paid the ransom. No, I thank you for your offer, but I shall partake of the just-ripe fruit tonight. As you see, I am already priapic. ‘Stiff as a poker’ I think the common parlance is. By the way, tomorrow I shall want you both to carefully shave our dear Caroline of all her pubic hair – between her legs I mean. I want one sister to be nice and bushy, and Caroline to be smooth and clean.”

Caroline had listened unbelievingly. She had been sure that he liked Madeline’s large, fulsome breasts – and he did; she was convinced that he had taken a liking to her sister’s wider hips and rounded bottom – and he did; but he really wanted a tight, tasty girl with little hair. He suspected he was not a respectable man, but usually could control this desire. He had never taken really young girls, though he knew some did, boys too. No, Caroline was not a child, she was a young woman; but she was smooth and young and he wanted her. He also felt he deserved her since her father was being difficult.

He led her to his chamber and simply said “Let us undress. Have no fear. I shall take care that we both enjoy the evening. Or at least that you don’t find it too objectionable. Come here.” He undressed her. “The clothes have to go. They are not fit to be worn. We shall find more appropriate local vestments” She was about to protest when he added “Up to you, of course. You can go naked tomorrow if you prefer. Actually you will quite often. I find an exposed cunt is a very delightful view.” No, she would comply and wear the clothes of a native woman, she rapidly found they were much more comfortable.

“Now, let me kiss you. Do you know how to kiss? No? Let me teach you.” The lessons began; he taught her to open her mouth a little, and a lot. He taught her to use a little tongue. “Remember, no-one wants a flappy piece of meat in their mouth, they want a gentle caress.” he slid to her breasts and sucked the small nipples, cupping her easily with his hand.

“Why do you prefer these to Madeline’s? Or my sisters?”

“Oh, I shall enjoy Madeline’s delightfully large tits, I shall suck them and she shall hold them together so I can fuck between them, And perhaps even your sister too could do that. Yes, I will come and spray my stuff over their chest and neck. Probably one of you will then lick it off. You will be able to in a few more years perhaps; but maybe for some other man by then. But I also love the little hillocks that these are; they are smooth and easily engulfed – see? And down here, the perfect cunt. Smooth and nearly hairless. Nothing to prevent my tongue sliding in and out. Nothing to hide your secrets.” His tongue was sliding inside a little, but prevented from entering by her hymen. “I’m afraid that will go, and it will hurt a little. Let us see if we can make you feel better about that.” He lifted her legs onto his shoulders so he could get his mouth to both her entrances. She sighed, involuntarily, as he slid his tongue from one to the other. She began to wonder what the fuss was about, why prevent a man doing this. “Oh, a woman can do it too. If you stay long enough, we shall invite your sister and Madeline, one for the arse and one for the cunt.” she giggled at such rude words, and rude ideas. Perhaps that was the real attraction to Solomon, she wasn’t entirely tied up with what society expected a lady should think, not yet. No, he knew that getting her sister to present her rump for his entrance would appal her, and he would enjoy that too.

Her first orgasm was a surprise. Ah yes, that was an attraction too. He strongly suspected that Madeline knew how to satisfy herself, and would not have been surprised if Drusilla did too; the odds, he felt, were that Caroline knew nothing. He was right. She had never fingered or stroked, not yet.

Then he resolved to have her. She was shocked and pained at that first entrance, “Ahh! It hurts.”

“Yes.” was all he replied. He rammed her rather than possessed her. Like a galley ramming another. The first one missed and she gasped as his prick tried to find its way into her pee hole, without success of course. Then he found the right hole and she gasped and cried as she was broken open by an insistent invasion. She wasn’t big in body or cunt. She couldn’t fight back, and even if she did the end result would have been the same. She had no idea that the tight hole through which blood leaked once a month could take in his prick. It felt like she was tearing, but in reality she was not, only her hymen was ripped and the edges were raw and bleeding. The pain came from that and the shocked invasion of the uncharted vagina. She had known the theory, or some of it, before. Some girls had suggested it was all rose petals and pleasure, others that it was duty and pain. She thought the jury was out on that.

For his part, he was ramming in as hard as he could. He had made use of the occasional black or Arab slave; but he was an Englishman, and what he really wanted was to mount the pure white of a European or American woman. That she was an English girl was just icing on the cake. He wanted her to feel that she could not take him all; like all men, he thought that size was important and a girl struggling with his prick emphasised the size that he was.

At the same time as he was firing his first strands of semen into the girl, her father was penning a missive to the Colonial Office, St James, London: in it he was suggesting that the government should pay for the ransoming of his girls (he was still ignoring the governess) since they had been coming out to act as his, the ambassador’s, hostesses. That letter would take a month to reach London. Solomon had no need to rush, though he did not know this. He was thinking that the girl should demonstrate what she had learnt by observation earlier.

He pulled out; she lay, thinking that they were finished. Unexpectedly, she felt a cool, wet rag around her groin. He was cleaning the blood and some fluid (not much, she had not enjoyed it so she had produced little, only his spend was leaking a little from her. Her earlier organism had leaked out already and stopped) from her body. That was not the action of a typical slave-owner. Some would beat the ex-virgin for bleeding on the bed. “Thank you. This is a variant. I am getting softer, but I am messy from my, ummm, my intrusion. Perhaps you will use you mouth to clean me.” He knew quite well what the result would be, and he was right. Having a young woman wrap her naturally rosy lips around his flaccid cock resulted in it rising again; she had to adjust herself to get the changing angle. He saw that the taste of semen and (her) blood was not to her liking and smiled thinking that perhaps he would keep this pretty mouth to clean her each time he took the others. When it was at full extent again, she tried to repeat what she had seen Madeline do. “Oh, thank you, but no, it will take a little time before I am ready to fire again. And when I am, I think I will use your tight cunt again. It is such a pleasure.” She was off him, and found herself involuntarily curtseying. He had complimented her cunt, and she, well-brought up and polite was thanking him!