Being independently of fabulous wealth, and having inherited considerable lands, it becomes me to indulge my tastes and desires freely. As one who has embraced the enlightenment and the true wisdom of our age, I have liberated myself from all notions of any higher power to whom I am answerable. Rather I acknowledge that I am answerable solely to my own conscience. Being one blessed with having no such conscience I am indeed at liberty to delight in luxury without moral restraint.
Thus I had constructed upon my estate, at great cost, a magnificent folly, patterned on the Temple of Aphrodite, where I could practice the arts of pleasure. Beneath the mound where it stands I had chambers excavated to my precise design wherein I could explore my desires without intrusion or observation. These chambers being well appointed, luxuriously furnished and fully equipped to allow my pursuit of what others coyly name vice. I disdain the cowardice of these people and tolerate no limit, imposed by myself or any other, upon my activities.
Since boyhood I have been blessed with a prodigious fertility, and a prodigious appetite to accompany it. My loins have always been most excessively fruitful and I did sprout forth like a veritable fountain day upon day before even a fit age. The manifestations in my tights were a constant source of embarrassment to my parents when in company. In my youth I impregnated a dozen reluctant serving maids to the annoyance of my father, who found them expensive to silence and difficult to replace. In the end it was to tavern whores he resorted in employing a brace of harlots as my constant companions. It was they who taught me a plenitude of things I could scarcely imagine at such a tender age. They also taught me the employment of a sheep’s intestine to prevent their impregnation, though I now do detest the things and refuse to allow any retention of my germinal essence. For it is in the way of all nature that the buck, the ram, the bull and the stallion broadcast their seed as far and as wide as they be able. This is the proper order with which we tamper to our peril. In my circumstances I am able to broadcast well far. I am satisfied to say I have sired many litters of unwanted bastards.
For me the Grand Tour was an exploration of the sexual mores and practices of many nations. Indeed I did sample extensively of the bordellos, brothels and bawdy houses of Europe and Asia Minor. I learnt of many practices and perversions with which to whet my appetite in the bedroom and the dungeon. It was at this time I discovered a predilection for inflicting suffering on the female. It is true that I did not return with all the souvenirs of my contemporary travellers but did bring home a dose of the pox. A posset of mercury did the trick in curing me.
In latter days I have inclined to corrupting maidens of innocent years as most stimulating to my jaded palate. I have deflowered seven maidens of an unfit age and found them most willing once induced correctly. Tis unfortunate then, that the breaking of the seal by one of such disproportionate size, causes them great pain and distress. They seek to refuse me and to buck the rider. I am however, a man not inclined to be refused and the slightness of these tender ones, which I greatly favour, makes it a surety that I do get my way and complete my mission. A shame then that discretion requires these abused ones must be promptly disposed of. The lake feature adjacent to the temple is thus a most convenient repository, and stores a treasure trove of my past conquests, each encased in a cast iron cage. I have experimented with various diverse means of dispatching the nymphs and have settled upon a narrow leather strap around the throat as the most efficient. Why they do struggle like little rabbits in a snare when I do catch them in my noose. Sometimes I think their tiny necks will snap!
Margot and Elizabet both decline to do the deed themselves, no doubt fearing rough justice at some future juncture. Apparently they believe I will sacrifice them to authority should the worst befall us. Wise of them, but a highly unlikely occurrence. I fear not authority and am a part of it. Those who are a part of it and know it, need not fear it.
Margot and Elizabet are two veteran London City whores of as little conscience as myself, who know well how to provoke my appetites. More importantly they are most efficient at procuring for me a constant supply of pretty young maidens, abandoned urchins of no consequence ‘saved’ from the streets. They shall not be missed. These women have an excellent eye for pulchritude and know well the milieu of the desperate back streets of East London which they navigate like fish the sea, being born on those same indifferent streets themselves. For a shiny gold sovereign they will gladly damn themselves to Hell in the eyes of respectable society, society they know little about. They will lure the gullible maids with kindly words while laughing to themselves, full knowing the child’s fate. What they certainly do know about is which girls are to my taste and how to wash, dress, perfume and beautify the rough clay they discover on the pavement and present it moulded to my delight.
It pleases me to see how they parade their new found wealth and status around town, bedecked in furs and diamonds. If they drained the balls of everyman in London they would scarcely have earned a fraction of what I pay them, or acquired the property, jewellery and gifts I bestow on them in my gratitude. Having money gives them a status they would otherwise be denied and they treat servants, waiters and shopkeepers with rudeness, contempt and capriciousness. These tradesmen however bite their tongues before jeopardising their livelihoods.
These hard and heartless women, who find endless amusement in my antics invent many ingenious novelties which I pay to have crafted by experts. From harnesses, corsets, manacles and a vast array of dildos and torture devices, to the remarkable bridles and gags. All of these are fashioned in the finest materials, leather, metal and gutta percha, and most strongly built. Lamb’s wool I disdain as I have no care for the comfort of my subjects. These inventions fully frustrate the feeble efforts of these young girls to release themselves. It amuses us to watch, and we taunt them as they try.
Margot did design from her head a most devilish bridle she professes to be her favourite conceit. Fashioned out of burnished brass, and fully adjustable, it can be screwed to fit the head of most young females. It does grip the skull tightly and admits no purchase. To the innocent eye it appears but an elaborate gag, but there is greatly more to its genius, for multiple thick hooks of brass secure to the denture and can be screwed apart to hold the jaw wide open. The unfortunate subject is then unable to refuse entry to her mouth and throat by an intruder. This has proved a most useful device.
To fit this contrivance is indeed a challenge as one is like to have the fingers bitten off in the attempt. It pays to first secure the maiden in a certain leather corset, fitted to her tiny proportions, to which her wrists and forearms may be strapped and buckled behind or in front. When these unfortunate ones are then presented with the bridle it does provoke the most wild and panicked response!
Margot being of buxom proportions, in the most pleasing way, can straddle the nymph pinning her with her considerable weight firmly into the mattress. In such compression fitment of the contrivance is availed more easily. In fact Margot is in the habit of taking a pipeful while she enjoys watching me engage in struggle with the girl.
Once the devilish thing is in place it is a matter of placing two plump down pillows beneath the young girl’s shoulders so that her head lolls back, her mouth gaping in the most inviting way. I make no secret but that the struggle to fit this thing does always arouse in me the most powerful erection, and I am immediately ready to force entrance. Entrance is not a simple matter either, due to the small proportions of the subject’s throat. While straddling the girl Margot is wont to apply lard copiously to my swollen member which both lubricates my passage and hardens my resolve to penetrate the narrow channel. Rising to mount I must use my full weight against her fragile pharynx, but with determination I slip forwards into the depths. Surely my head enters her gullet!
Bucking my hips I experience the most profound friction which encourages me to more frantic thrusts. Tis then her throat goes into some perverse spasm which stimulates me more and is quickly joined by my own powerful spasm from the very depths of my loins. Why I do empty myself with force, and most satisfyingly. Ropes of my seed are sent down the length of her gullet.
By the time I withdraw the shattered wretch has always expired, yet this satisfies me the more. I leave it to Margot and Elizabet to remove and dispose of the unwanted baggage.
I grow weary and the candle is almost spent. I put down my quill for the night.
A male’s penis CAN NOT PENETRATE THE GULLET OF A HUMAN BEING!Then,even if such a thing would be possible,YOU DO NOT TELL HOW THOSE GIRLS DIED after he penetrated their mouths!YOU SHOULD BE AT LEAST A LITTLE REALISTIC when you write something!
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