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directed me to follow her into the bedroom. Julie turned her
face towards us as we entered, and stared with big-eyed
amazement at my companion's appearance, as the latter
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approached. I doubt whether Julie had any idea of what she
was intended to undergo, but possibly some dim perception
entered her mind as her eyes rested on the protruding
instrument attached to Cecile's front. 'What are you going to
do, madame?' she asked, tremblingly. 'I am about to admit
you into the freedom of a new life and a larger existence,'
replied Cecile; 'do not be frightened. You may perhaps feel a
little pain at first, but that will very shortly be altogether
forgotten and swallowed up in such joy as you have never
known before. Now! you need do nothing but remain as you
are; I shall do all else that is required.' Cecile mounted the
bed as she spoke, and placed herself across Julie's body. The
girl appeared very ill at ease, and gave a start of terror as
Cecile lowered herself until she had brought the dildo against
the shivering lips of Julie's cunt. 'Oh, madame!' she cried,
'you must not. Indeed, I could not bear your putting that
thing into me. Oh, please let me alone!' and she began to
whimper again, and attempted to push her mistress away
from her. 'Be silent, child!' cried Cecile; 'Marie, hold her
hands!' The maid did as directed, keeping the upper part of
Julie's body still, while Cecile, as she layover her, effectually
prevented her from moving her legs. Feeling herself thus
helpless, her presence of mind again deserted Julie, and she
cried and moaned as she was conscious of the dildo touching
and pressing against her outer orifice. But this did not deter
Cecile in the slightest, and she made a slow but irresistible
forward push. Julie gave a loud cry as the instrument entered
into her, followed by a yet more piercing shriek as Cecile bore
downwards, tearing open with the dildo, as she did so, the
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last defences of the girl's maiden citadel. The shriek dropped
directly afterwards into a babble of sighs, and Julie's body
was convulsed for a minute or two as she seemed to be
endeavouring to break away from the cruel thing that pinned
her down. She became a little quieter then, although her
head moved slowly from side to side, with a sort of
bewildered look in her eyes. This gradually deepened, but
presently there came a sudden change, and they lighted up
with a fixed and wondering glance, as she felt the strings of
her being touched. Cecile noticed the expression, and
increased the force and quickness of her movements. Julie
raised her face slightly, no longer rocking it, but staring
straight in front of her with a rapt and expectant look. Her
brow and eyelids contracted, and she seemed full of an
intense impatience of anticipation; she placed her hands flat
on the bed and heaved upwards man effort to cooperate with
Cecile's actions. This rapidly brought the affair to a climax,
and presently she almost leaped aloft, then fell went and
listless on her back with a long-protracted groan. Seeing that
matters had come to a head, Cecile quickly got hold of the
balls of the dildo, and syringed the whole contents in one
powerful jet into Julie. This acted as the last straw on the
girl's already overstrung frame. She gave a muffled scream,
and vainly attempted to raise herself, threw up her arms in
spontaneous wildness, and then subsided into immovability,
Cecile at once took herself away from the prostrate form
beneath her, and as she drew out the weapon with which she
had accomplished Julie's ravishment, I noticed that the
moisture which covered it was streaked with crimson, while a
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further glance showed me that thin streams of blood mingled
with the other liquor that oozed out of the part where she had
been invaded. I began to think that Cecile must have
seriously hurt her, and pointed out the phenomenon with
some emotion in my voice. But Cecile's smile tended to
reassure me; and then it passed into my mind that a similar
thing had happened when Cecile had, as she said, taken
Yvonne's virginity the previous night. However, I did not quite
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