The young lady, who had to recover herself from her surprise at hearing her uncle’s voice in the dark, was now on the alert for his coming. She heard him approaching along the passage; and she waited with all her senses upon the alert — not so much as a breath of wind would have escaped her notice. The door opened softly upon her. He stood there, in the light that fell through the open door.
“Uncle,” said she, “how came you here?”
He did not answer. His manner indicated but one thing: he had come by stealth to see her.
“I thought I saw your shadow pass the window,” continued she.
“Yes, my dear Elsa, I am here.”
She stepped forward quickly and took his hand.
“Oh, Uncle!” cried she, “why did you come? What do you want?”
“I have come to tell you what I think of that man,” replied he, sternly.
“What! — whom?”
“That man who is your lover.”
Her face turned pale as death. Her eyes grew wide as the moons. She made no reply.
“You know me well enough to be sure that I speak nothing but truth,” added he.
Again she made no reply. He spoke again, more calmly than before.
“My dear Elsa,” said he, “you are not very young yet. You ought to know better than to listen to such nonsense. That man is no gentleman; he has no heart to love any woman. He cares for nothing but money. If you listen to him you will ruin yourself. I warn you against him.”
“But he loves me,” exclaimed she.
“How can you say so, when you have never seen him but once?”
“He has sent me letters —”
“Letters! — letters!”
“Yes, letters.”
“Well, then, he may send you more, if he pleases. But let me tell you this — that you are too young to be engaged to a man like that. It is an evil bargain. You ought to put it off. Don’t listen to him — don’t let him make you believe that he loves you. Let me advise you to give up the idea altogether. Do you hear?”
“No, Uncle,” said she, “he does love me. And I love him.”
There was silence for some moments after these words were spoken.
“Well, my dear Elsa,” said he, at length, “I am sorry for you.”
He pounces upon her roughly, and holds her fast. The young lady feels the pressure of his hands, and the warmth of his breath upon her cheek. He whispers to her, “You must be my bride.”
His words are scarcely audible. The girl hears them. She is overpowered by the force of his passion.
“Oh, Uncle!” cries she, “do not speak so. I cannot marry you.” He holds her tighter.
“Do not resist me,” says he, “or you shall repent it.”
He takes her hand, and leads her to the bed.
The young lady has no power to resist him. She yields. The old man lays her down upon the bed. He leans over her, and kisses her. His lips are hot.
“Say you yes,” he murmurs, “and we will be married tomorrow.”
And he whispers still more softly, “I love you. Say you yes.”
“No, Uncle!” cries the young lady.
“Ah! — then you are mine,” replies he, “and I am your husband.” He pins her shoulder with his left arm, and clasps her right hand with his own.
“Oh, Uncle!” cries she, “let me go.”
He presses her still closer.
“Now,” he whispers, “say you yes.”
“No, Uncle,” cries she, “no.”
“Then you refuse me?”
“Yes, Uncle, I do.”
“It is a pity,” said he, “that you should be so foolish.” His right hand unclasps his waistcoat.
“Oh, Uncle!” cries she, “for Heaven’s sake, let me go.”
He loosens his hold upon her to untie his belt. She slides from beneath him, and escapes.
“Uncle!” cries she, “what do you mean? — what are you doing?”
“Elsa!?” Her father’s voice.
“Father!” cries she, “it is the old man — he has stolen into my room!”
“Who? — whom?” The voice is closer. The fast footsteps of her father approaches. The uncle runs to the wall.
“Uncle Fabian!” cries the young lady. Her father, Richard, appears in the doorway with a cane in hand. He would stop the intruder.
“Don’t harm me,” cries the uncle, “if you please. I am only your brother, and have done you no wrong.”
“If you do not get out of this house at once, sir,” retorts the young lady’s father, “I will lay you flat upon the floor.”
“You need not be afraid of me,” cries the uncle, “I have done no wrong.”
“Get out of this house, Fabian,” repeats the young lady’s father, “at once.” He raises the cane high above his head.
“Oh, Father,” cries the young lady, “for Heaven’s sake, do not strike him.”
Fabian makes a spring at the young lady’s father, who strikes him full in the face. He falls back, and lies senseless upon the floor.
“Oh, Uncle!” cries the young lady, “what have I done?”
“Nothing, my child,” replies father. “Only take care of him till I return.”
He leaves the room.
The old man rolls about on the floor, moaning and groaning. He feels his cheek where the blow has fallen. He looks up toward Elsa. She stands there with a look of horror on her face.
“I will have you,” he cries, “my pretty little maid. You shall be my wife.”
“No, Uncle,” cries she, “I will not.”
“Either way, your father will have you as his bride. It is him or I?”
She doesn’t believe this. She could recall no such intention ever having been expressed by her father. However, it is true. Her father plans to wed her himself. She mirrors her mother’s features. One would describe her as a lovely creature. Hair as black as ebony, skin warm as the sun, and eyes like emeralds. Her hips are round, her breasts firm, her waist slender, and her feet small and delicate. Her figure is well proportioned, and her limbs are graceful. She is tall for a woman, but not so tall as to attract attention.
Her father could not stand to see her married off to some unknown foreigner. So he resolved upon making a match between her and himself, in preference to the stranger. Little did he know his own brother was standing there waiting to steal the maiden away from him.
“Your father told me of his plans,” said Fabian. “I have taken advantage of the opportunity. I have come here to carry out my design. You shall be my wife.”
“Oh, Uncle,” cries she, “you are mad.”
“No, he’s not,” interposed the young lady’s father, who had entered the room. “He tells the truth.” He is holding a dagger. When Fabian sees the dagger, he begins to understand the situation.
“Father!” cries Elsa, “do not kill him.”
“No, my daughter, I am not going to hurt him,” replied he, “but I am going to teach him a lesson.”
“Father, what do you mean?” Fabian leaps up and rushes toward Richard. The men grapple together. They fall upon the floor. They struggle with each other.
Elsa knows she must run. She turns to the window. She opens it, and throws herself out upon the ground.
“No, Elsa!” cries Richard. “Come back.” She hears her father but does not listen. She runs into the the night. She runs without stopping until she reaches the docks.
***
The boatman was surprised to see Elsa run out upon the quay, and jump into his boat without paying any toll.
“Why, Miss,” said he, “did you not pay your fare?”
“I must get to my fiance! He lives in the Everden kingdom. Please take me there at once,” said she.
“Miss,” replied the boatman, “I am sorry for you, but I am paid for every passenger I carry. You must either pay your fare or wait till morning.”
She’s only in her nightgown. There is no time to lose.
“I have no money,” she said, “I must go at once.”
“Well,” replied the boatman, “I will give you a loan of five dollars.”
She accepts the money, and pays him his price. He let’s her in the cabin of his boat. He smiles to himself as he docks. “Five dollars!—five dollars!” he thinks. “That is a good deal of money. It will do very well for me to-night.”
He casts off, and sets sail for the other side of the sea. The boat has one mast, two sails, and a rudder. It is an ancient craft, built of oak, and bound to last for many years.
***
“Are we alone?” asks Elsa.
“Yes, miss,” replies the boatman.
“All right,” says she, “then I’ll tell you what has happened. This uncle of mine —”
“Who?”
“This uncle of mine —”
“What is his name?”
“Fabian,” replies she.
“Yes, miss, I know him well. He is a very wicked man.”
“Yes,” cries she, “he has forced himself upon me.”
“There are wolves abroad where you voyage, miss.”
“Yes, I know,” says she, “but I have no fear.”
“I hope you won’t find any,” remarks the boatman.
“Thank you,” says she, “I am quite safe.”
The boatman looks her up and down. He observes that she is young, and beautiful. He feels certain that she has never before crossed the ocean. He guesses that she is not used to travel.
“How long will it take us to reach the kingdom?” asks Elsa.
“We shall arrive there by daylight,” replies he.
“Is that so?” she replies. “Well, I am glad of it. I want to get there quickly.”
“Miss,” says he, “there is something that I must tell you.”
“Tell me what it is,” she inquires.
“I expect my loan to be paid before you leave this ship.”
“What do you mean?” cries she.
“I mean that you owe me five dollars.”
“But I have paid you five dollars already,” cries she.
“You paid me the five dollars you owed to me when you got into my boat,” returns the boatman. “Now you have to pay me another five dollars.”
“But I have nothing to pay you with,” says she.
“Well, miss,” replies he, “if you have no money, I can present a solution.”
“What is it?” cries she.
“A tender kiss” says he. He is a burly man, with a broad chest, and a large belly.
“You must be joking,” says she.
“No, miss, I am not joking,” he answers. “I am a poor man, and I expect payment for my services.”
“Then I shall pay you,” she resolves, “I can fish for you.”
“Fish!” exclaims the boatman. “I have a fine net. I do not need you for that. I have no use for you, miss.”
“Very well, then,” cries she, “I will row.”
“Row?” cries he, “why, I am a better oarsman than you are.”
“I don’t mind,” replies she, “I can do it very well.”
“No no no,” cries he, “you shall not row. You shall not touch the oar. I will row, what I need of you is your mouth. I have a great desire for a kiss. Will you give me one?”
“Will we be even then?” cries she.
“Yes,” replies he, “we will be even.”
She thinks it over for a moment. She has heard of these things. A kiss is a thing of value. It is a sort of currency, and it might be exchanged for money.
“Yes,” cries she, “I will give you a kiss.” He beams and laughs.
“Thank you,” says he, “and now I think we are even.”
He sits on a crate and beckons her over. She comes near him. He pulls her onto his knee. He kisses her on the lips. She lets him do it. He tastes her mouth. She does not resist. She closes her eyes. She feels his beard hair against her cheek.
She feels his manhood rise under her thigh. She knows it is growing stiff. He smells of rum. He wants more. She knows this. A kiss has gotten her voyage. She realizes she can get more. But how much?
“Miss,” says he, “will you consent to give me another kiss?”
“I will give you another kiss,” replies she, “but only if you promise to pay me a good price.”
“What price?”
“Let us say ten dollars.”
“Ten dollars!” cries he. “Why, that is a high price to pay for a kiss.”
“So it is,” replies she, “but it is a high price to pay for a kiss from me.”
“I will give you twenty dollars,” he says, “for a kiss on my manhood”
“Twenty dollars!” cries she, “you shall have a kiss, but not a kiss upon your manhood.”
“Well, then, I will pay you thirty dollars.”
“Thirty dollars!” cries she, “that is too little.”
“No, miss,” replies he, “it is not too little. Thirty dollars is the market price for such a kiss”
“No,” cries she, “I will not sell myself for so much. I will not kiss you again.”
“Then I shall have to take you to the nearest port,” says he, “and put you on board a vessel bound for the Red Lands.”
“No, please,” cries she, “do not do that. I will kiss you. I will kiss you as many times as you wish. Ten dollars.”
“On my manhood,” insists he.
“I will kiss you upon your manhood,” she agrees.
They agree upon the price. He takes her by the hand. He leads her to the bow of the boat. He sits down . He reaches beneath his belly. He draws forth his manhood. He holds it in his left hand. He extends it toward her.
“Come here, miss,” he commands. She realizes that she would have to fool men like this. She goes to him. He lays hold of her and kisses her. His beard hair tickles her face. He has a powerful grip. He kisses her again and again. He sucks at her mouth with his tongue. He puts his hand around her neck, and squeezes her throat. He is strong, and he knows how to kiss. He knows how to force his way into a girl’s heart.
He feels her lips open wide. She enjoys his kiss. She has no thought of resistance. He knows she is ready to yield. He presses her head down his body. He thrusts his manhood deep into her mouth. He pushes it into her throat.
She is suprised by this, but she yields to him. She tries to swallow. Her throat is not accustomed to such things. She cannot manage it. She gags and chokes.
“Don’t choke!” cries he, “don’t choke! Don’t make a noise. If you make a noise, I will throw you overboard!”
She keeps quiet. She swallows. She gags. She swallows again. She manages it. She begins to understand what it means to kiss upon the manhood. She feels his manhood swell within her. She feels the blood begin to rush in it. She feels its hardness. It grows larger and larger. Her womanhood is warm. It tingles with pleasure.
“Mmfff shhugg fffmmmm,” moans she.
“Keep still,” cries he, “keep still, or I’ll throw you overboard!”
She obeys. She does not move. She has become quite used to it.
“Mmm”
He thrusts rapidly into her mouth. She can feel his hands on her throat. He squeezes. He is getting excited. She feels his heat in her mouth. He is hot. She feels the blood in his veins. He is excited. He feels her little tongue pressed against his flesh. He feels the softness of her lips. The warm wetness of her mouth. He feels her teeth upon him. They are sharp. He knows they can cut him. He is afraid of them. She is inexperienced. He likes it. He feels himself growing hotter and hotter. He wants more. He needs more. He has never felt anything like this before. He has never had a pleasure like this before. He has never been with a pretty girl like this. He has never had a kiss as good as this.
“Oh, oh,” cries he, “oh, oh, oh, oh!”
He shoots off his manhood. It is a big load. It goes straight down her throat. Her eyes roll up. She swallows it all. She gulps and swallows. She cannot stop. There is a great deal of it. She drinks it down.
“Mmmm”
He removes his hand from her throat. He has finished. He wipes himself off with his sleeve. Elsa sits up with his seed in her mouth. She feels it trickling down her chin.
“Thank you,” says he, “thank you, miss, that was a very fine kiss.”
“It was very good,” replies she. Her face has gone blush and sweaty.
“And now,” says he, “I will give you the ten dollars.”
“You may pay me the thirty dollars,” replies she.
“I will n-” He feels a sharp prick on his member. Elsa has a dagger to him. He feels for his dagger on his belt but it is gone.
“Give me my thirty dollars,” cries she, “or I will slash you.”
“I will pay you,” cries he, “I will pay you the thirty dollars.”
She wipes the seed from her lips with her thumb and smiles. She knows now the power she has. These men will always pay for their pleasures. She is determined to find her fiance and elope with him. Beginning on that night , a joy of adventure sparked in her heart. She did not regret what she had done. She knew it was for the best. She knew she could get more. She understood the value of a kiss.
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