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The Victim of Lust, Scenes in the Life of Rosa Fielding, by Anonymous

The Victim of Lust

Scenes in the Life of Rosa Fielding



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Chapter 1

It was a fine morning in May, and the dull, little frequented High Street of the small country town called Rutshole seemed absolutely cheerful, as if inspired by the exhilarating atmosphere.

So at least thought Mr. Bonham, a portly widower of fifty or thereabouts, as having left his carriage at the inn, he proceeded down High Street leisurely, but with the usual solemnity on his countenance, (which he considered dignified and respectable) much lightened by the cheering weather. He stopped at the door of a small shop, on which was inscribed, ‘Trabb, Hosier and Glover’. Here he entered.

Now that capital woman of business, the widow Trabb, was engaged in suiting a stiff-necked old maid with a pair of mittens; but even if she had not been so occupied, we very much doubt if she would herself have attended to a gentleman customer. The worthy woman knew that there are other means of making a shop attractive besides the excellence and cheapness of the wares therein sold: and she had enlisted in her services a pretty girl of sixteen, whose remarkable grace and modesty had already attracted numerous young squires, young farmers, and officers from the neighbouring garrison town, as real or pretended customers, to the manifest advantage of Mrs. Trabb’s till.

When therefore, she saw the rich and respectable Mr. Bonham enter her shop, she summoned her aide-de-camp with ‘Rosa, attend to the gentleman!’ and continued her attention to her customer. Now Mr. Bonham, though nearly fifty as we have said, and of a very staid and even strict outward demeanour, was by no means so elderly in his feelings and capabilities as would have been judged from outward appearances. He had been early left a widower, and the very fact of his having to keep up the said outward appearances and his ambition to have a saintly character among his neighbours and friends, had forced him to restrain his indulgences within very narrow bounds, and to be circumspect and moderate in the enjoyment thereof. So that this self denial was of a double benefit to him; among the saints of his acquaintance he was esteemed as ‘one of the elect and a babe of grace’, while he himself was pleasingly conscious that, thanks to his regular but very generous diet, and his habit of self control (not abstinence) as to the softer sex, he was enjoying what is called a green old age; and was when on the verge of fifty, pretty confident that his latent powers when called into action would be found quite equal to those of many a worn out young roue of five and twenty.

He was remarkably struck with Rosa’s beauty, and well he might be.

Long, flowing, golden hair; deep blue eyes, a sweet but by no means insipid expression of face, combined with a graceful figure, and manners very attractive even in her humble occupation; all detained Mr. Bonham in purchasing a pair of gloves, longer than he had ever been in his life before. Certainly he was very difficult to suit; and Rosa had to take the measurements of his hand more than once. At last he was suited-as far as gloves were concerned-and was about to leave the shop when a bright idea struck him. He turned back to where Mrs. Trabb was standing, that estimable woman had just got rid of her Low Church-looking customer triumphantly, she had clapped two pence extra onto the price of the mitts, and then after some bargaining submitted to rebate a penny. So both panics were satisfied, and Mrs. T felt not only ‘at peace with all men’ (that she generally was) but with all women too (which was not so frequently the case).

‘Mrs. Trabb,’ began the respectable gentleman, ‘I would like to consult you about a little matter of business that may be a source of gain to a trades woman in your line; besides being conducive to the moral benefit of a tribe of benighted heathens.’

‘Dear me, Mr. Bonham,’ exclaimed the gratified Hosier, ‘step this wayvery land of you I’m sure-a glass of cherry brandy?-do now-and sit down and rest yourself.’

So saying, she ushered the artful old gentleman into her snug back parlour; and producing the refreshment alluded to, awaited further disclosures.

We will not weary the reader with a full account of the proposed mercantile transaction. Suffice it to say that Mr. Bonham disclosed a case of soul-harrowing destitution among the Fukkumite Islanders recently converted to Christianity.

The interesting females had not the wherewithal to cover their bare bottoms, but used to display those well rounded features to the unhallowed gaze of the unregenerate sailors of whale ships calling at the islands. Now the missionaries considered that if any bottoms were to be displayed by their precious converts, the exhibition should be made in private to their spiritual advisers. And to end the story, the benevolent gentleman, by way of advancing the moral and physical comforts of the Fukkumite ladies (to say nothing of the missionaries) asked Mrs. Trabb if she would like to contract for the supply of say to begin with, one thousand pairs of frilled pantalettes.

‘Really very kind of you, Mr. Bonham, to give me such a chance,’ said the gratified shopkeeper, ‘but may I ask you, sir, if the creatures, or converts, or whatever is most proper to call them, are to wear nothing else but those trousers.’

‘No, I believe not,’ was the answer. ‘Why.’

‘Because sir,’ replied the experienced widow, ‘a woman’s pants are made, to speak plainly, with openings at the front and rear, corresponding to her natural openings; so really, though I shall be very glad to undertake the contract, I must tell you before hand, for fear of having my goods thrown back on my hands, that the garments proposed are no obstruction whatever to a man who is determined to violate a woman.’

‘Very proper of you to make the remark, Mrs. Trabb, very business-like and fair; but then of course the women should have opportunities for performing their natural functions conveniently; and then our selfsacrificing brethren, the missionaries, they must have facilities for their comforts.’

‘Oh, of course, sir,’ was the response.

‘Then send in your estimate, Mrs. Trabb, I’ll see that you have a good chance. By the bye, Mrs. Trabb, who is that modest looking and rather attractive young person who attended to my requirements in your shop just now.’

Aha! thought the sharp widow, that’s it, eh? (Rather caught I should think.) ‘That young woman, sir, is a daughter of the Fieldings. You know, sir, farmers about three miles from here. Rosa her name is-a very nice girl and as good as she looks. Take another glass, sir.’

‘No, thank you, Mrs. Trabb, send in those estimates as soon as you can and good luck to you.’

Exit Bonham.

The very next morning he mounted his fine weight-carrying cob and riding out leisurely, as if for exercise, had no sooner got out of sight and hearing of Rutsden Lodge, as his residence was termed, and out of the ken of his sharp daughter Eliza, than he spurred his good hackney into a smart trot, which pace being occasionally varied by a canter, very soon brought him to Elm Tree Farm.

Fanner Fielding was out, which his visitor was not altogether very sorry for, as he thought it would be better in every way to begin his tactics by talking the old lady over. She received him very kindly and hospitably, though evidently puzzled to know the object of his visit. Mr. Bonham was not long in break-big ground, for he knew the farmer might return in five minutes. He recounted to the gratified mother how he had been struck by the elegant yet modest and quiet appearance of Rosa, and how he was pleased to learn from Mrs. Trabb, that she was as good as she looked; that notwithstanding the great respectability of Mrs. T and her establishment, and the high opinion he had of her moral worth, still he could not but be aware that a position behind her counter was pernicious, if not absolutely dangerous, to a girl of Rosa’s attractive personal qualities.

‘Why my dear Madam,’ urged the moralist, ‘I am informed that the young squires and fanners will ride a couple miles out of their way to deal in Mrs. Trabb’s shop; and then those dragoon officers come all the way from Baboonfield Barracks. I know that man of Moab, their Colonel, Earl Phuckum the first, gets all his clothes from London, and I’d like to know what he wants in Mrs. Trabb’s in High Street.’

‘Perhaps dear Rosy will make a good marriage,’ simpered the fond and foolish mother.

‘Perhaps, madam,’ interposed Mr. Bonham sternly, ‘she may learn something what ought to come after marriage but never before. How would you like to hear of her bolting off to London with one of those swells who perhaps is married already, and her returning to you in about twelve months, neglected, sick and heartbroken, with a baby in her arms? Now listen to me, Mrs. Fielding,’ continued Mr. Bonham, gazing attentively into the good dame’s horror-stricken face, ‘I am not too old to have my fancies. Moreover, my daughter will soon be married and off my hands, and I have no one else to interfere with me.’

With this introduction, the model gentleman proposed a scheme of his own, namely that Rosa should be placed in a first-rate school in the neighbourhood of London; that all the expenses, including her equipment, should be borne by him; and that in twelve or eighteen months, if Rosa had been well behaved and steady, and had improved in body and mind, as there was every reason to suppose she would, he, the speaker, would make her Mrs. Bonham, and mistress of Rutsden Lodge.

This grand proposition fairly took away the good old lady’s breath, and there is no doubt her reply would have been a ready acceptance of Mr. 6 Bonham’s proposition but then there appeared old Fielding and the whole story had to be commenced over again.

He did not receive Mr. Bonham’s offer as enthusiastically as his wife had done; but he owned at the same time the risk that Rosa ran in her present situation; and in plain blunt speech detailed how Susan Shuffle-bum had been seen behind a hayrick with her legs over young Squire Rootlepole’s back.

‘And I suppose, missus,’ continued the worthy man, ‘I needn’t tell ye what he was a-doing to her; and Harriette Heavely went a-walking in Snugcroft woods with one of the danged soger officers, and when she got home her white petticoats was all green with damp grass, and she was so sore between her thighs that she has not been able to walk rightly since. But still, Master Bonham, although your proposal would take our Rosa out of the way of danger; leastways out of a good deal, for a young good-looking lass is never to stay quite out of danger; yet I don’t quite like the girl brought up above her station. She’ll maybe look down on her old father and mother, and maybe she’ll be looked down upon and made to feel the difference by them that’s born of better families.’

This sensible speech of Fanner Fielding’s was combated pretty sharply by the other two parties to the conversation; the old woman being anxious to see her daughter made a rich lady, and loth to miss the present chance; and Mr. Bonham continuing to urge that his being almost entirely without relations and that his daughter being about to be married, would place Rosa in a far different and much more pleasant situation than is usually the case under such circumstances.

He even went on to say that although Fielding had a right to deal as he liked with regards to his own daughter, yet he considered it would be almost sinful for him to throw away such a good chance to have her well educated and married, and that too in the fear of the Lord. Half badgered to death between the pair of them-the old farmer yielded a reluctant consent, upon which Mr. Bonham and Mrs. Fielding went at once into matters of detail with regard to preparation of outfit and so on.

One thing was determined upon, that the matter might not be talked about more than was absolutely necessary; Mr. Bonham in particular to conceal his philanthropic schemes from his daughter Eliza, lest peradventure she had been addicted to wrath. And Farmer Fielding thought that the less said about Rosa until she appeared as Mrs. Bonham the better.

We do not intend to weary our readers as to matters of outfit, suffice it to say that Mrs. Trabb was in high glee and began to think that Mr. Bonham, what with his missionary zeal on behalf of the sweet Fukkumite savages, and his philanthropic intentions regarding Rosa’s welfare was going to make her fortune. Certainly she never had had two such orders in one twelvemonth, much less in one week. One remark of hers to Mr. Bonham is worthy of notice.

With the natural sharpness of a woman and a widow to boot, she took it for granted that Mr. B would like to know some particulars about the undergarments she had been furnishing for his pretty protégée, and after expatiating for about an hour or so about silk stockings, cotton stockings, chemises, night-dresses, petticoats, and the Lord only knows what besides, she concluded with: ‘And I quite remember your sensible remarks Mr. Bonham, about those trousers made for those converted cannibals. Miss Rosa’s are much finer of course, and prettier altogether, but they are equally convenient, they are quite open back and front.’

This remark was made with a good deal of emphasis and meaning; but the venerable philanthropist merely replied, without moving a muscle of his face: ‘You are quite right, Mrs. Trabb, and have acted very judiciously; one never knows what may be required in case of emergency.’

It was reported to a few friends and neighbours that Rosa was offered a situation in London as a nursery governess and that as Mr. Bonham was going to town on business he had kindly offered to convey the young lady thither in his own carriage; being, as he said, altogether safer and pleasanter for a young unprotected girl than the public conveyance.

This excuse passed currently enough, and if some of the envious or captious neighbours shook their heads and said Old Bonham was a sly fox, what business was it of theirs, after all?

Rosa enjoyed the ride immensely. Her guardian, as she took to calling nun, was so kind and so affectionate (the fact was that he kept kissing her a great many times, and much more warmly than there was any occasion for) that she considered herself a very fortunate girl. And then he took such an interest in minor matters, he wanted to know how Mrs. Trabb had executed his orders-with regard to her wardrobe-and in his anxiety to know if everything was nice and proper, actually commenced to investigate Rosa’s underclothing. He expressed his opinion that the petticoats would do; but that the outer one was hardly fine enough, but that defect could be repaired in London; his researches became more interesting when the chemise was put upon its trial.

‘And now, Rosa darling,’ said the ancient voluptuary, ‘let me see if Mrs. Trabb has obeyed my orders about your trousers, I told her to have them made a certain way or you were to wear none at all.

‘Oh, dear me, Mr. Bonham,’ exclaimed Rosa, who all this time had been dutifully holding up her clothes to facilitate her guardian’s exploration, ‘you will make me ashamed of myself.’

‘Not at all, my dear girl,’ was the reassuring reply, ‘it is my duty to see that you have everything nice and proper, and your duty to submit to the inquiry; so put your graceful right leg over my left shoulder.’

Trembling and blushing, the innocent girl, fancying that it was not quite right and yet not knowing very well how to refuse, did as she was requested and made a splendid exposure of her secret parts immediately.

‘Ha!’ exclaimed Bonham, ‘I see that Mrs. Trabb has not neglected her duty; your trousers are well open in front certainly, though for the sake of seeing your thighs I would have preferred no trousers at all. But your cunt shows very nicely-golden hair, I see-not quite as much as you will have in twelve months, but a very fair show for a young girl of sixteen,-and very nice lips.’

Here the moral gentleman inserted the first two fingers of his right hand in Rosa’s tender orifice, at which the poor girl could not help an exclamation and making some slight appearance of resistance. On this her companion remarked: ‘As you are going to be married to me in twelve or eighteen months, my lovely Rosa, I regard you already as my wife, morally speaking, and if the jolting of this carriage will allow, I will give you a practical proof of it.’

‘A practical proof sir?’ stammered Rosa.

‘Yes, my beloved child, look here!’ So saying, he unfastened his trousers and brought to view his cock, and a very good, useful, stiff-standing, domestic piece of machinery it was.

‘Take hold of it, my little pet, do not be afraid, it won’t hurt you.’

‘What is it?’ asked Rosa, who had never seen anything like it before, but who was clasping it as she was told, in a way that was increasing the weapon materially in size and stiffness.

‘How hot it is,’ she remarked.

‘Yes love,’ said her guardian, ‘he is rather feverish, and there is considerable irritation, but you have a little warm bath between those lovely thighs of yours; and he will be quite cured after I have plunged him in and let bun soak a couple of minutes.’

‘I shall be very glad, my dear guardian, to do anything to contribute to your comfort or to show my gratitude for the kindness you have done me; but I do, I certainly do think that this thing, this part of your person, (I hardly know what to call it) is far too large to go into the slit between my thighs-which just now you called my cunt. Of course, you have a right to do as you please with me, and are perfectly welcome; but I fear you will hurt me dreadfully, even if you do not actually split my belly open, or extend my little orifice as far back as my bottom hole.’

‘No fear, my sweet charmer,’ replied her guide, philosopher and friend, ‘your sweet orifice is destined by Providence for these assaults, and is wonderfully elastic; there is no risk therefore of my splitting your belly up or knocking your two holes into one-I should be very sorry to destroy such an elegant specimen of nature’s handiwork, especially as I hope to live and to enjoy you for fifteen years to come-so open your thighs as wide as you can possibly stretch them, with your feet placed upon the opposite seat.’

Trembling, but obedient, the girl did as she was required, producing, as any of our readers will find, if they choose to try the experiment, a very favourable position.

(NB Should the seat on which the lady’s bottom is situated be too high, a small carpet bag, a folded cloak, or an extra cushion under the gentleman’s knees will raise him to the desired height.) After this slight digression, let us proceed. However confidently Mr. Bonham might have expressed himself as to his facilities of entrance into Rosa’s virgin sanctuary he still did not neglect the only precautions which were at hand. It had never been his intention, until stimulated by the girl’s outward graces and secret charms, to violate Rosa in his carriage, and therefore he had not provided himself with any cold cream or pomade, so the only lubricant he possessed was his mouth, and of that he proceeded to make such good use, that his pretty friend, who at first shrank nervously from the operation, as he proceeded, found it endurable, and at last actually began to like it, at least if her leaning complacently back with a half-smile upon her face, and endeavouring to stretch her thighs beyond their present extension could be interpreted as signs of such a feeling. We think so, and it is quite evident that her guardian thought so too, for murmuring to himself: ‘Now’s the time!’ shifted his posture so as to bring his priapus and appendages into the situation just previously occupied by his mouth. The lips of Rosa’s cunt were still open, and Mr. Bonham had a fair chance and greatly to his credit he availed himself of it manfully.

In he went about an inch and a half, and-there he stuck. Now had he attempted Rosa’s maidenhood when first his prick came to full stand, we do not know what he might not have effected, but he had retained his member’s tension too long, and had excited himself too much; consequently after getting in a short way as we have described, and making Rosa cry with his efforts against her barrier, his eager pushes were brought to a close in the most natural manner possible; viz-by the arrival of the moment of delight, which certainly in this instance was a one-sided pleasure, and indeed hardly that, for we hold that even to give the man his proper share of transport, the injection must be performed when he is fairly within his companion, for spunking about the lips and mossy hair, or even an inch or so into the passage, as Mr. Bonham did on this occasion, can hardly be called a satisfactory termination to a fuck. On this occasion it was not quite as bad as it might have been; for Rosa, who had gathered from some expressions of disappointment on the part of her friend, and a sort of intuitive feeling that all girls possess, that all was not right, was spared for the moment the pain of a burst maidenhood, and if her guardian was not quite satisfied, he was at least quieted, and that did quite as well, particularly as by this time the carriage was entering the suburbs of London-to say nothing of the risk of Thomas the coachman, or John the footman, becoming accidental spectators of his little game, and reporting him at home accordingly. So by his advice, Rosa wiped herself dry, and he looked as fatherly and demure as he could; and from his long practice in what we hardly choose to call hypocrisy but something very like it, succeeded very well. And by the time the carriage arrived at the gate of Mrs. Moreen’s Seminary for young ladies in Clapham nobody could have guessed from his manner that anything had transpired during the short journey irreconcilable with the fatherly manner he exhibited toward Rosa.

Mrs. Moreen was most favourably impressed with his manner, and indeed was prepared to welcome him cordially, in consequence of the liberal arrangements entered into in the correspondence that had already passed between them.

She was also much interested in Rosa, being quite judge enough to see that, country bred and uneducated though she might be, she had all the capabilities of making a very elegant and showy young lady.

Leaving Rosa then thus happily situated; and her protector sitting down to a late dinner at a hotel in Covent Garden, for the old sinner made an excuse to himself for passing the night in London, being that his carriage horses would be knocked up by the return journey on the same day-besides, had he not business of some kind next morning?- leaving then these friends of ours so comfortable, we will return to Rutsden Lodge, and entering a small room where a tall, dashinglooking young lady with dark eyes and raven hair is writing a letter, we will take the privilege of narrators who are ex-officio, invisible, and ubiquitous, and peep over a round white shoulder.

The letter began: ‘My dearest Alfred,’ and after a few ordinary remarks, got business-like and even warm.

‘I am afraid,’ the letter ran, ‘that my father is going to make a fearful fool of himself. There was a baby-faced girl in a shop here and the old idiot, I fear, has seen her and fancied her. If he would only give her a fucking and a five pound note,’ (this was the style the young lady wrote in,) ‘there would be no harm done, but I believe, though don’t know anything for certain, that she has got a governess’s place in London, and he had conveyed her there in his carriage. He had to go up to town on business.

‘Now I no more believe in his business than in her governess’s situationfor she is not fit for one; and I believe the whole thing is a blind. And, what’s more, her stupid old mother has been talking nonsense about her Rosa being a lady, all which, without being absolute proofs, make up a strong case against the old gentleman. Just fancy me with a mother-in-law!-a vulgar, uneducated country girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Of course, my dear Alfred, I know that you will marry me as soon as you can; indeed I think that in gratitude for the numerous privileges I have granted you, you should make a point of doing so-not that I regret that I allowed you to fuck me for I have enjoyed it very much, and trust entirely to your honour. But, then you see my dearest cousin, that somebody else can fuck besides you, and as sure as that stupid old party, my respected father, marries a young fresh country girl, he’ll get her with child-just you see if he doesn’t!

And then my inheritance will be lessened at his death, or perhaps cut away altogether. And as for you, my dear cousin, you will come in simply for nothing at all. But you had better get a few days leave and come here on some pretext or other and we will have a consultation on the subject. You see if you or some of your brother officers could get access to this girl, give her a good rogering and get her with child, or turn her upon the town, it would settle the question at once. And I think it might be done. I will try to find out her address from that foolish old mother of hers. But do you come here at any rate, my dearest Alfred; for I rather think that I want something else besides a consultation; indeed the night before last I had a dream about you, awoke with a wet night-gown; so if you do come you had better take the precaution of bringing a dozen preventatives in the shape of French letters in your pocket. For I suppose you will be wanting as usual to make the best use of your privileges both as a cousin and an engaged lover; and I know how those affectionate liberties usually terminate.’

This was in effect the termination of the young lady’s letter, with the exception of a few strong and passionate expressions of enduring attachment.

It was addressed to Captain Alfred Torrant, 51st Dragoons, Baboonfield Barracks, where it was duly received by that meritorious officer. He read it over twice, so as to read, mark, learn and digest the contents; then prudently and properly burnt it.

Then he relieved his feelings by swearing a good deal; having by this precaution blown off any surplus steam, he at once applied to his commanding officer for a few days leave of absence, which was forthwith granted; then he took his departure for Rutsden Lodge, travelling in a dashing tandem, as a gentleman holding a commission in HM’s Dragoons ought to travel.


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