"No! Let her go."

“NO!” I believe, well I hope Sir Williard, that my voice was quiet but firm. “Let her go and leave her alone from now on.” I took a step forward to release Miss Peach, but Miss Silver stopped me with a surprisingly strong grip on my shoulder. She explained that while she respected my decision, that her friend Miss Indigo was unfortunately spiteful in nature and if I interfered with their game she would surely tell her father that Indigo and Silver stumbled upon me and Miss Peach engaged in very improper activities. I was trapped Sir Williard, trapped by these two spiders like a fly in their web. To my shame I was held there by my own fear of their vindictive reprisals until Miss Peach ached her back wildly and cried out an explosive scream that surely must have alerted everyone in the garden that something was amiss.

Silver and Indigo shared a triumphant laugh and then they were gone into the darkness of the night. I was left standing alone with the young victim. My Lord, it was a sight I will never forget. The woman - there was no doubt that she was indeed a woman with fully developed breasts and a tangle of golden pubic hair - lay gasping for breath on the stone bench; her pale limbs were covered with sweat and because of the way her legs were tied under the bench, I was looking almost directly into her vagina. The urge to take her was even stronger at that moment than when Silver had been urging on just minutes before. Stepping hesitantly closer I could see drops of moisture like pearls on her pink labia as a result of the digital stimulation, and the subject's swollen clitoris was far more pronounced than my medical training had led me to expect. Do not be fooled by the clinical words I have used to document the young lady's condition into thinking that I was examining her in a professional manner. At the time, I must confess, I was thinking only as a animalistic savage might be considering claiming a mate to serve his needs.

"Please..." her voice was low and hoarse "Oh, God ...Please!" Miss Peach's words broke me free of the primitive lust that had taken control of my conscience just before my hand reached the soft skin of her inner thigh. With a supreme effort I turned my attention to the elastic vines that had been used to bind the helpless maiden in such a horrific fashion. I murmured words of reassurance as I freed the first of her hands. "Please fuck me..." I froze when I heard the coarse words "... Please FUCK me!" She repeated herself much louder this time, and I could hear excited laughter coming from less than twenty yards away. "Damn you, FUCK ME you limp-dicked piece of SHIT!"

I am deeply shamed by what I did next Sir Williard. No, I did not ravage the lovely maiden, but had I stayed a second longer I know I would have given into the burning passion that was roaring through my blood like a spring flood. I wonder Sir Williard, if you have ever had a naked lithesome beauty squirming with passion beg you to ravage her, to deflower her as she lay bound like a virgin sacrifice upon a stone alter? I could not trust my hands any longer, instead of releasing her arms I fled like a craven coward that I have proven to be. By the time I reached the safety of my room I saw from the height of my balcony two couples standing at the edge of the glade watching Miss Peach as she writhed on the stone bench fingering herself with unabashed urgency until at last two armsmen reached the scene of shame. Even when those guards stumbled upon where Miss Peach lay panting and exhausted they took an inordinate amount of time releasing her and helping her dress.

There is so much I do not understand Sir Williard. Why would the offspring of the finest men and women in our great Empire treat one of their own so shamefully? Perhaps more disturbing, why had I failed? Surely honour dictated that I should have helped the young woman no matter what the consequences… and finally why had none of the other witnesses helped Miss Peach?

I must go meet with Dr. Miller, I need a position badly and your letter of introduction is my best hope.