A safer option

Dear Lord Johnson,

I hesitated to record this next part of my debasement of the spinster librarian. Not in self-interest as my sins are apparent throughout this entire account, but for Miss Monroe who should not have to deal with the consequences of my weakness. I beg you to remember that Miss Monroe is in no way responsible for what happened in the small room in the basement of the library building. If, in your wisdom, you see fit to share this account with other gentlemen whose background and education make it appropriate, I beseech you to expunge this small section dealing with the fall of the good woman.

"Those wicked pirates who take you," I asked the trembling woman as I positioned the head of my manhood against the puckered rosebud that I had been preparing as the poor librarian moaned on the table. "Do any of them try this forbidden passage?" At the time I told myself that what I intended was to keep from planting a bastard child in her womb, but in truth, Sir Williard, I cannot say that I would not have behaved as abominably even if I was sure that my seed would not find a waiting egg to inseminate.

"Please Dr. Baxter, not like that!" The modest librarian tried to reach back to move my penis to her waiting hole. "Please press your hard member back into my sex, ravish me until I can no longer do anything other than squirm and beg for more." It was, Lord Johnson, under any other other circumstance a most tempting offer, but I had a different prize in mind and I captured her slender wrists in my strong hands.

"You didn't answer my question, Miss Monroe." I warned the poor woman. Even now, as I record my further fall from the good standing expected of a gentleman in the service of our glorious Empire, I do not know if I was the first man to enter this prim librarian's forbidden passage, but at the time I had the distinct impression that I was going to have a virgin to open after all.

"No, Sir." Miss Monroe's quiet whimper was as exciting as her earlier graphic description of how the River Pirates might ravish her. "It won't fit ... please use my slick vagina, I need this but not in that unnatural way." I did my best to calm the panicking woman as I eased a finger into her anal passage. I had learned from my young Nipponese maid that my member could indeed fit within even the tightest of a woman's orifices if I was patient and the female could relax enough.

"I am not asking you, Miss Monroe." My voice, Sir, was as stern as I could make it. "You are a needy little thing under all these layers, and we both know that I can do whatever I like to your tight little body can't I?" The poor unfortunate's whimper was all the confirmation I needed that she was indeed as enthralled by the curse of this planet as I was.

As I put this heinous account down on paper, Sir Williard, I wonder what it was about the act of sodomizing this modest gentlewoman that I found so very satisfying. Certainly her cries of pain and the tightness of her rectum fueled my perverse belief that I was claiming her in a way that no other man had, and knowing that this was a proper citisen of the Empire and not some native servant made it even more intense. Even now I can sense my body's primitive arousal response as my penis swells and my breathing deepens; it is, as far as I can determine, yet more evidence that in spite of the best training a gentleman of our great star-spanning Empire could deliver, I am little better than the coarse River Pirates that plague this fine new city, looting the soma warehouses and who plunder the soft white bodies of its defenseless daughters...

I had to pause in writing my account, Sir Williard to call Akemi to my room and serve me. I didn't say a word to the maid as I pulled away the coverings and covered her squirming body with mine. My mind wandered momentarily to what it might be like to creep stealthily into the bed chamber room of a Colonial estate and find the virgin daughter of some high company officer stretched out in the moonlight. After satisfying myself in Akemi's tight sex I had a little more control and out of an almost scientific curiosity, I flipped the tiny maid onto her belly and took her much like I had earlier this day violated Miss Monroe. Stretching open the tight gear passage of this lovely creature was of course very pleasurable, but I must report that it lacked the heightened level of excitement that I recalled from the library encounter.

From this I must conclude that at least part of the surge of pleasure I experienced in that dark basement cell is because Miss Monroe was as fair-skinned and well bred as any Christian woman of our homeland. The act of defiling this upstanding colonial woman was made more pleasurable that sodomizing my golden-skinned maid because of it's forbidden nature. Akemi after all has been for all practical purposes bred and trained for this very act, but for Evelyn it was a new and forbidden act of depravity. For this reserved woman to be violated in the most unnatural of ways, seemed at the time to both humiliate and excite the poor woman because as she got used to the discomfort her soft whimpers turned to gasps of delight and in no time at all she was shuddering under my in what could only be described as a female orgasm.

I am more than a little troubled by the realization that this surge of primitive carnal pleasure might be even more intense if my partner was one of the pristine daughters of the great families of this far-flung colony. The combination of the pleasure from the physical act itself, combined with the forbidden nature of the union and the perverse knowledge that my victim is newly blossomed and innocent in the ways of men will be difficult to resist. I must do everything in my power to keep from becoming someone like your former colleague and my boss Dr. Miller.