Marion's eyes closed and her voice faded to silence. Sir David poured another stiff tot of brandy and, holding her head gently, helped her to drink. He said nothing, remaining as silent as he had throughout her whole grim recital. He had made no comment, nor did he intend to. The sound of his voice might well make it impossible for her to go on, and he knew that her dreadful experience would never be erased until she had told him everything; talked it all away.
His face was a classic study of tight control. He was compelled, for her sake, to listen, but knew there was nothing he could do; no revenge he could take. Even if it were possible to sort out the culprits from the thousands of like wretches that filled the slums of London, he couldn't possibly risk having the story of his wife's ordeal leak out. Aside from the impossible scandal, people would certainly wonder what Lady Marion Cassen was doing, wandering abroad in London at that time of night, in that particular district. Someone might just figure it out, or at least make a too-close guess. No, there was nothing he could do but listen with almost equal parts of horror and fascination and thank the gods that his woman had been returned to him in no worse condition.
Marion drained the cup and opened her eyes again. As if in a trance, she stared straight ahead of her and started speaking again.
“They started drinking again white I was crying, and the one called Big Red told me to shut up and made me take a drink from their battle. He said that he couldn't stand blubbering, and that the gin would cheer me up. It didn't cheer me up but it did make me a little warmer. I was huddling under some rags, trying to hide myself and keep the cold away when I heard voices and the sound of people coming up the stairs. They pushed open the door and came in. There were four men and a woman. They were all drunk, and I can't begin to tell how repulsive they were-oh, not much worse than Big Red and Gimp, but no better. The woman was almost inhuman. She was nearly as tall as Big Red, with wide shoulders and enormous, sagging breasts. She couldn't have been more than twenty, if that, but one front tooth was missing and her face was so sunken about the cheeks that I think most of the back teeth must have been missing, too. Her hair hung to her waist in a filthy, snarled mass and her clothes-well, they were what you see me in now. The worst part of her was her voice. She talked like a very young child, and either whined or giggled constantly.
“One of the men had a large ape on a chain, and they all looked so repulsive that it was hard to tell, at first, that the ape wasn't just another of their fellows.
“That I should be in such company was so unbelievable that for a few moments I actually believed that I had disappeared and was just looking on, the way one would watch a play.
“It wasn't very long before the reality of it all was impressed on me again. Big Red and the old one named Gimp gathered the others around and displayed me like some sort of prize animal. They rolled me about and pawed me, holding up my breasts, and spreading my legs apart so that the others could see every bit of me.
“Then they started arguing about who should have me first. The new ones had brought more gin with them, and I hoped they might get into a drunken fight and forget about me, but it was an idle hope. While they were arguing, the idiot girl squatted on the floor beside me and started to touch my skin, drooling and saying how soft and pretty I was, like a baby. Then she said that I was her baby, and sat up on the bed beside me. She pulled me up easily, as though I weighed nothing and cradled me in her arms. Then she took out one of her huge breasts and tried to put the nipple into my mouth. I pulled away and she slapped me hard on the bare bottom, saying naughty, naughty, and that I must eat. The slap hurt terribly and I knew there must be a welt there so I let her push the hard, rubbery nipple into my mouth and started to suck. While I was nursing her she pulled her skirt up and spread her legs so that she could play with herself.
“The men noticed what was happening and watched for a few moments, then they pulled her away. They told her that she could have me to do whatever she wanted with, but that they wanted to get at me first.
“Two of the men had to leave soon, so it had been decided that they could go first. They knelt, one on each side of me, and, while the others watched and said filthy things, they made me fondle them both, one in each hand. They made me pet their bullocks and pull on their big rods until both of them started dripping. Then they rolled me on my side and one of them lay down in front of me and one behind me, saying that they were both going to take me at once. I begged them not to, but there was nothing I could do. The one behind me reached down with his fingers and rubbed some of the juice from my other place onto my anus, then I felt him pushing into me. I cried out as the thick head forced my bottom open, but I was pressed tightly to the man who was lying against my belly and I couldn't get away. He pushed in and out, loosening the hole, then drove all the way up. He told the other man he was in, and stopped stroking till the other man got his cock up my cunt. Between them, I was stretched so tight I thought I'd die. They both started pumping, working in and out of me, and the man who was using my cunt moved his body backward so that my breasts and face were free. He cupped one breast in his hand and pinched my nipples, then he told one of the other new men to use my mouth, saying that there was no reason why it should go to waste. This one was small and skinny, I don't think he was much more than a boy, and he immediately took his pants off and straddled my face. His penis was very hard and something dripped onto my face as he pulled my head up with both hands and pushed it between my lips, using my mouth like a vagina. Gimp shouted out that he would give an extra tot of gin to whoever came in me first, and just after that I felt the man who was in my behind start to move faster, swaying his hips around in a circle so that I felt my little ass hole would soon be bigger than the biggest cunt in the world. He grunted like a pig when he came, and I could feel him shoot stuff all over the inside of my bottom. Although he came first, he stayed in me until the one in front had filled my cunt with his load, and it was only a minute afterwards that my mouth took the boy's charge.
“I had never dreamed that a woman could be had in this way, but three men had just taken me at once, and every one of my body's openings was filled with sperm.
“Before I could even catch my breath, the man who hadn't touched me yet pushed me onto my back and shoved my legs high into the air. He drove into my cunt, already pouring with the come of his mate, rammed into me like a man possessed, rubbing my belly and sucking on my breast at the same time. Just as I felt his organ twitch and harden the way it does when a man is almost finished, he took it out of me and knelt up, cursing and snorting as his semen splashed all over my stomach.”
“That's 'ow t' do it, mate. Fuck the bitch good.”
“Lemme 'ave another go. I've gotta flit.”
“Mavis want's 'er baby. Let little Mavis 'av 'er pretty baby.”
“No rush, man, she'll still be wiv us tomorror. 'Av another crack at it now if ya like, but don' worry about that cunt. We'll keep it warmed up fer ya.”
“'Ere, 'Any, gimme one o' them rags. I wanta mop out 'er 'ole. She's so wet she's like a flamin' bog.”
“I don't know how many times they took me. Finally the two men left, and I thought for a moment that I was going to be given some peace. They did stop for a little while and gave me more gin, but then they let the girl have me. She stroked and petted me and sucked on my breasts so long that I couldn't help getting aroused. She spread my thighs wide, murmuring and giggling while she ran her fingers over me, pulling the lips and rubbing my clitoris 'til I was panting and wiggling, in spite of myself. The men laughed when they saw that the hideous female was making me hot, and when she put her fingers up inside my sheath, moving them in and out and playing with my little button with the other hand, I couldn't stop. I tried to hide it, but the men knew I had reached a climax and they laughed and jeered at me. They pulled the woman away and one of them suggested turning me over They put me on my stomach and piled a great mound of rags under me, so that I was arched 'way up. Big Red warned me that if I tried to close my legs he would tie them apart.
“I was in an agony of humiliation. It was bad enough before, but this total exposure was even worse. They all rubbed and stroked me, and someone put his finger in my bottom. They seemed determined to make me reach another climax, entertaining themselves till they felt like taking me again. The girl kept on about me being her toy to play with, so they gave her something, I think it might have been a big cucumber, and she pushed that in and out of me until I was panting and squirming with passion, even thought I was weeping with fear and pain at the same time.
“Seeing me aroused excited them all again, and two of the men fucked me again. Because they stood behind me as they had me, I couldn't tell which ones they were. I think one of them was Gimp, because of the huge size of him, but I couldn't be sure. I no longer bore any resemblance to a person; I was just a receptacle to be used for the sexual gratification of whoever wanted me. That I might feel pain or pleasure myself was merely an added spice.
“When the second man moved away, having poured his hot juice into me, I felt thick, wet lips and tongue as hard and long as a man's member, nuzzling my drenched thighs and vagina. The men's coarse laughter and shouted comments informed me that it was the ape who was licking me, pushing his huge lips into me and cleaning me out inside with his enormous, agile tongue. He licked the inside of my thighs and buttocks, slurping up the thick, male cream with which I was awash, then someone noticed that he was pulling his penis while his mouth worked over me.
They lifted him up so that he could mount me and one of them said that the ape wasn't big enough to fill me, so another man took the beast's tool in his hand and guided it into my anus, holding the cheeks of my bottom open until he had it in. Feeling my hot flesh close tightly around his throbbing sex, the creature clutched me around the waist and thighs with its four ghastly paws and started pumping into me, screaming like a fiend from hell.
“That's a fine lady, that is. Do ya like getting beggared by an ape, eh? Or would ye rather we let ye take 'im in yer pretty mouth?”
“Cor, look at the bleedin' fing ride er. Looks like a blackamoor on a white camel.”
“Ridin' fer 'is life, 'e is.”
“An ape is different from a man. For nearly an hour he was at me, ejaculating every few minutes. Sometimes he slowed down, sliding his penis deep into me, then pulling it out until just the head was in. He would swivel on the sensitive nob, chattering with pleasure, then slide his full length in again. He never kept to this long, though. It would arouse him so much that soon he, would be pounding like a piston again, gathering yet another charge to release inside me. My arse was soon so full of his thick juices that it overflowed and I could feel it running in rivulets down my thighs.
“Over the monk's chattering and screaming I could hear the men's jokes and vile laughter. The impassioned animal amused them, but it also excited them greatly to watch the hairy creature jump and howl, as again and again he drained himself in an orgy of lust.
“Their perverted heat drove them to find still further ways to debase me, and while the ape took his pleasure, they stripped off the woman's skirt. They told her to lie in front of me and hold my face between her legs. As you know, I have never touched any part of a woman and I tried to pull away, but the minute the idiot girl felt my lips brush her vagina, she clasped my head in her two strong hands and pressed my face against her reeking body. They said I must lick and suck until she was satisfied, and as my tongue darted into her hole and my lips surrounded her clitoris, she arched up to meet me. The whole area of her sex was outsize. The lips were huge and swollen, the hole was like the maw of some weird creature, rather than a woman's shaft, and her clitoris was half the size of my little finger. I nursed this with lips and tongue, hoping she would reach a climax quickly, but she was almost as voracious as the wild beast who was still pumping a steady stream of semen into my bottom. Three times, before the ape fell from me, exhausted, I felt the woman wash my throat with a gush of clear, oyster-flavoured fluid, coming as fully as a man. I know she came a fourth time, but this she had to assist with her own hand, as I, too, was exhausted, and fell, mercifully, into a light swoon.
“While I was servicing both beast and woman, the men lined up beside me and jerked themselves off over me, splashing their spunk onto my bare back.
“Worn out themselves, I was allowed to sleep for a few hours. The complete exhaustion of mind and body drove out all fear, all horror, and I slept soundly, covering my sperm-soaked body with the filthy rags.
“If only I had stayed awake. The sleep only served to freshen me, and when I woke my mind was all too clear. When I first looked about me, I thought I must still be asleep and dreaming. Who were these grotesque people? What was I doing in their company? Then it came back to me in clear and elaborate detail. I wanted to scream, to leap up and try to escape naked as I was, but I knew that panic was both useless and dangerous. If I were ever to get away from this ghastly den alive, I must keep all my wits about me.
“One of the men who had left early the night before had returned, bringing two others with him. All seven were seated around the table, apparently planning some villany, while the girl served them a sort of breakfast.
“They noticed that I had awakened and the girl brought me a bowl of horrid, lumpy porridge. It looked and tasted revolting, but I was nearly starved so I ate the mess.
“I could hear enough of what the brutes were saying to know that they intended some large sort of project for the day, and I hoped that this would mean they would not bother me before they left. Such was not to be my happy fate, however. They decided that there was still time for a little entertainment.
“The new men started pawing my body, their filthy lust being fanned to fever pitch by the vivid description Big Red gave them of what had been done to me the night before.
“I was forced to stroke and fondle them, but before either could mount me, the one-eyed monster decided on yet another variation to my ordeal.
“'Ere, wait on a minute. She's 'ad enough o' shaggin' fer a bit. Let's fro it up Mavis, then make the lady eat 'er out. Sort o' round out 'er breakfast, like. Ye can tup 'er afterwards.”
“The mad woman started breathing hard, and swaying her hips. She pulled up her skirt and lay back over the table, legs spread wide. As she jerked her pelvis upward in anticipation, I realized that this sort of mass use of her body was doubtless a regular occurrence.
“One after the other, the men took her while the others watched, playing with me and teasing my nipples as they did so. They took great delight in telling me what I must do when they had finished, and I was even forced to participate in this part of the loathsome orgy.
“I was forced to kneel behind one of the men as he satisfied himself with the other woman. He reached behind him and held ' the cheeks of his buttocks wide and I was made to lick his hairy, sweating bottom, and even to put my tongue into his anus. When he complained that I was not in far enough, one of the other men delivered a fierce blow on my bare behind with a leather belt, almost drawing blood. It hurt terribly and my cry of pain brought a burst of laughter from the on-lookers. In my fear of further punishment, I pushed my tongue to the hilt into his ass hole, working it in and out while I cupped his great, purpled bullocks in my hand.
“When it was Big Red's turn to add his contribution to the deluge pouring from the girl's gaping hole, he told me to stand beside him. He only put the swollen nob of his organ into the girl's vagina, and while he sucked on my breast and pushed his fingers up into me, I had to take his rod in my hand and jerk him into the waiting cunt.
“I was sick with disgust, but the mauling that had been given my body had started my own juices flowing. This heat in my loins as I submitted to and committed the most revolting acts, caused me more shame than anything they could force on me. Big Red seemed to know this, and he and his friends gave me no peace, licking and petting me until I was aflame.
“After they had all fornicated with the heaving, groaning woman, I was pushed down between her sodden legs. She held my head tight to her and I was forced to lick and suck her, sticking my tongue deep up into her cunt. While I drained the cream of seven men from her belly, she rubbed her huge sex up and down my mouth, and twice I felt a gush of her own fluid added to the sea of male sperm.
“By the time they pulled me away from her and threw me down on the bed, I could barely hide my own passionate need. The two new men took me, arousing me still further, and when Big Red, his breath gasping from lust, grabbed me to him, ramming his insatiable cock deep into me, I did the most shameful thing I have ever done. This vile, ugly, filthy pervert had put me through every conceivable agony and humiliation; he had treated me as less than an animal; abused, ridiculed and disgraced me. And yet, when I felt his hard, throbbing penis enter my vagina, I whimpered in passion and threw my legs around his back, holding him tightly to me. My own passion increased his even further, and he pounded me hard, squeezing my breasts and biting my neck. I could feel the fire sear through my legs and belly, and cried loud in hateful ecstasy as my body jerked in the clutch of violent orgasm.
“When the monster stood up, he remained beside the bed for a moment, looking down at me with a new expression in his eyes. He looked at me then as something human, but as a human who is totally owned; an utter slave.
“The others wanted to use me, too, but their leader, as it seemed the ginger-haired giant was, insisted that they leave. The girl was instructed to guard me, and as she was almost as big as Red, there was little chance that I would overpower her and get away.
“I lay on the bed for over an hour, pretending to be asleep, but thinking frantically of how to get out and reach freedom. I knew that even if they let me live, much more of what I had already endured would drive me insane.”
The remainder of Lady Cassen's tale was brief and confused.
The retarded Mavis had great physical strength, but her mind was decidedly weak. Marion had played on her obvious attachment for her, and had persuaded her that they should run away. She explained that if they remained where they were, the men would not allow her to spend much time with her, Mavis, whereas if they could get away they could spend all their time alone together. As an added inducement, she offered her her clothes. What little money and jewelry she had had with her had been taken by the thief who had abducted her, but her clothing was lying in a heap in the corner, forgotten for the moment. It was hardly lavish by court standards, certainly, but to the poor idiot girl it was undreamed-of finery. That it was much too small, tearing in places as she squeezed her big frame into it, bothered her not at all. She felt sure that she looked a great and beautiful lady, and with a grand gesture, offered Marion her own rags in return.
By some devious means, she persuaded an acquaintance to drive them out of London in a closed hack. Marion told her that she knew of an isolated house in the country where they could stay, and directed her to drive in the direction of what was, indeed, her home.
They stopped at an inn outside the city, and Marion asked the girl to go inside and get them something to eat. It didn't take much coaxing, as Mavis was only too eager to display her new clothes.
As soon as she was out of the hack and safely inside the inn, Marion sneaked out the other side and ran, literally, for her life.
Keeping to the fields, she walked and ran, arriving at the house in the half-dead condition in which Sir David found her.
At the end of her story, Sir David's mind was a morass of confused emotion. He knew how almost impossible it would be to avenge the hell his wife had endured, but he swore that the fiend she called Big Red would die by his hand, if he had to search for him for twenty years. That the search must be a secret one made things all the more difficult, but he knew that eventually he would find him because he roust, and that when he did he would kill him, preferably in as painful a manner as possible.
Saying nothing about his intentions to his wife, he turned to look at her. She had used words the meaning of which she would not even have known, three days ago. She had recited the details of her ordeal in a flat, unemotional tone, as one might discuss the weekly household budget. She was sitting now with her eyes closed, half-sprawled on the couch, her lips parted, her breath causing her bosom to lift and fall quickly.
Sir David watched her for a moment, then moved closer to her.