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Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
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"Mrs. Caravell, I could hardly mistake your predicament, but I never offer compensation for the rigors and expenses required to manage this particular condition. You must look to your husband. That is his role in society. Our bargain was at an end four months ago." Lawrence inhaled his lungs full of Turkish opium fumes to indicate his conclusion of the discussion.
"But sir, my husband, he's sick. You led me to believe you would provide for us. My Henry has consumed the total of your most generous original gratuity. Can I not persuade you that... Hey! let go of me!"
"I'll remind the lady of her modesty, outside, Mr. Breeding, sir." The butler grasp the woman firmly and bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Smith. Ahhh. You may fuck her for all I care." Lawrence debated his greater enjoyment. To fill one's lungs with the sharp toxins or to breath them into a piteous, pregnant woman's mask of terror.
"Brute! This child is yours. Have you no love for your blood?"
"Madam, once your loins embraced my seed, I cared not a fiddler's tune for their survival. My sentiment flowed alongside the blood that filled my cock. Do not trouble my manservant if he decides to plunge his sword into your cooz. I will have the authorities detain you for threatening extortion if you persist to engage us."
"I am the daughter of a respectable family!" Mrs. Caravell hollered as Smith hefted her over his shoulder and exited the library.
Lawrence Breeding chuckled, and then he drew a new breath of smoke. "Once you were respectable, before I raped you." The plumes of his exhale, shapes like voluptuous women, writhed delightfully in the chilled air. He imagined them to be visions of the future. He consumed the drug between conquests. Only it and the pleasure of ejaculating his powerful semen into the womb of a virtuous lady of society held the power to restrain his bouts with convulsive migraines.
At the time of his maturity, he had become the unremarkable heir of the Breeding fortune, destined to maintain a minor position in circles which altogether revolved too much around the same, empty point. On his nineteenth birthday his father discovered him in the conservatory hewing his rampant member within the bleeding body of one of their celebration's guests. His aging father struck him senseless with his cane, and thereafter headaches plagued his life, worsening each year. Lawrence was nearly a shut in. He would be comatose from pain were it not for the drug.
He knew that opium rotted his faculties through different means, and to restrict its use he had searched for alternate means to control the flames that blazed in his head.
Ironically, it had been the eighteen year old girl whom he had raped on his nineteenth birthday that supplied his initial treatment. Her parents called on his father to pay for the service of a doctor for what was an obvious case of forced conception. And his father had paid! The old miser had chosen to pay for a child's abortion than to to simply blame the girl's low moral character for obviously seducing his son. It would have been the normal course of these events.
Weeks later, Lawrence was still furious. His head roared with torture. It had taken great fortitude of will to escape his sick bed and seek out the girl who had taken 'the cure'. He caught her at the theater one evening and dragged her into a cloak room as the actors bellowed their lines unto a rapt audience.
"Hush, Marie. No one can hear you. I can barely hear you. If I let go my hand from your mouth you had best not scream again, or I will sorely batter thee. And still I will have my way."
Her terrified eyes, round and desperate were a potion. He did not immediately detect the difference. Her high pitched squeals wound down like a melting tin soldier. Only her frightened breathing and pulse sounded.
Lawrence loosed his fingers. He glared.
"Please, oh please. Your father will punish you worse if you hurt me again."
"For all he knows, I am still in my bed, wracked in agony caused by his own hand. He will never believe that my hatred for you is far greater than the pains in my head."
"Oh, God help me. Don't. Please."
Lawrence dug one hand into the thick petticoats that draped his victim. He mauled her breasts, one and the other. His left hand unhooked the trousers from his engorged prick.
"Pull your dress up, wretched girl."
"Please, no."
Lawrence consciously chose not to follow his father's manner. Instead of striking her. He simply leaned down and bit into the softness of her right ear.
"Oooow!"
"Hush, and obey me."
Marie loosed a flood of tears as she reached for the hem of her dress.
Lawrence tore at her bodice. He ripped cord and seam in order to expose the girl's slight breasts. He bit into one.
She shuddered and squawked.
"Pull them up, you slut." Lawrence pulled on his cock. His foreskin winked at the trembling woman.
Marie hoisted her skirts. Her bloomers were bright white.
Soon, Lawrence thought, they would bear the red stain of his debauching.
He tugged Marie's dainties to her knees and pinned her to the floor. Slowly, he wriggled his cock up to the slot that offered entrance to her nest of creation.
"I beg you, please. I'll do anything if you stop."
"Your begging makes me harder than my father's walking stick." He pierced her inner lips, pushing the broad head of his organ into her tight cunt.
"Aaahh! Take it out. Take it out. Please!"
Lawrence joined her closer. He moved his dry cock inward, and was surprised by the amount of wetness that began to coat it's thick shaft.
"You are a true slut, Marie. You cannot plea forgiveness for the eagerness of your womb. It loosens and floods with desire."
"I cannot help it. Oooh."
The man dragged his prick back and heaved it forward again. Her cunt fairly spit with her juice.
"Noooo. It can't be happening!"
"Shut up, or I'll bludgeon you with my staff." Lawrence started a slow pace, drumming her clit with his pelvis. Her silky innards sucked at his cock so that he could barely contain his seed, but he wanted this bitch to suffer. He refused to give that which would be until he thought her rightly punished.
"You are my slut, Marie."
"No. I don't want it."
"It matters little when I can summon your wetness to lick at my rod. Would you rather sooth my anger with your mouth?"
"Anything, so long as you don't plant a child within me!"
"Hah, I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of robbing me of my male right to conceive where I will." Lawrence speeded his fucking inside the girl's soft loins. Cock shot into the young bitch, stretching her skin. Puckering sunk and flattened on her belly as blood filled tissue dragged at her groove.
He found her moaning beneath him.
"Lawrence, I - I can't help it."
"Bitch."
"F-fuck me. Fuck me. Oooooooh."
Lawrence beat his cock faster into the inflamed body writhing under his chest.
He felt the unavoidable stir within. His heart leaped and his mind exploded. The agony in his head vaporized under the climax of his rape. He mashed his lips against Marie's. Her labored breathing suffocated.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" His balls rumbled and roared. Boiling, white richness gushed into her hole. He heaved his prick at her cervix and pulsed shot after shot of baby making semen right into her womb.
For several minutes his member twitched inside her as Lawrence regained his senses. Eventually, with a word. He wiped his sperm coated organ on her bloomers and left her sobbing.
This time no one would blame him for her pregnancy. He later heard that she had been forced into a home for wayward women and issued forth her bastard child like a beast in the wild.
Lawrence spent whole weeks free from his migraines after particularly satisfying rapes. Marie's debauching had freed his mind for over a month.
He had been young, and as he grew older, his pains only increased. He used greater doses of opium and laudenum each year, and of course he needed to find fresh, nubile and innocent victims.
Experience over the years had imparted some wisdom to his methods. If he simply raped women at whim, his stature in the community would have disintegrated like cold breath in a furnace. Instead, he looked for ways his addictions could be used to social advantage, but more often it took hard cash to supply his need for society cooz. Over time he evolved a most devious method for acting on his desires.
Aristocrats forever squandered their lives. Rich sons and daughters of ancient nobility and tomorrow's merchant barons placed no restriction on their desires. If it could be had for cash, it could be theirs.
Lawrence was their mentor, and their torturer. He sought out newlyweds of the middle class and befriended them. He found his personal affliction was a subtle tool for relaxing the guarded. Once attached, he introduced the husbands to the society of their betters. Most husbands fell into the trap head first. Those that withstood his seduction were spared further attention. Plenty others there were to feed the hunger of the elite. Often these men were quickly drained of their wages and credit, and their beautiful wives were clever enough to confront Lawrence.
Mrs. Penelope Caravell had been swifter than most.
"Mr. Breeding, the doctor says the arsenic remedy is to blame. It has cured the syphilis but left him quite unstable. He lays abed all day, muttering. He cannot work. His savings are exhausted, and new bill collectors call every day. Soon, I will have to sell the house and move in with my sister who scarcely has room for herself."
"I am most appalled. I thought Henry was a fine man, destined to great accomplishments. I introduced him to the finest of society, hoping to spark his inclusion.This is tragic, dear Penelope. What shall we do?"
