A visit to Alice's father

Dear Sir Williard,

It is morning finally, after a restless night. I had hoped that my late-night visit to Hilda's room would have quenched the fire in my loins, but after I finished relating the private conversation shared with Miss Alice I found my restless mind would not allow me any sleep. Vivid dreams of pirates and nightmares of submerged maidens floating a few inches below the still waters of the river plagued me every time I slipped into sleep. I finally climbed from my bed and made my way to my watercloset in the predawn light. Once in the bathroom, I ran cold water into my tub and submerged my body into the clear cool water hoping to drive away the dreams of wild-eyed buccaneers swarming over the white walls of a riverside manor and chasing down the half-dressed occupants inside. The cold water helped a little, but when Akemi arrived at her customary hour I was waiting for her with a predatory grin on my face wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist.

Several times already in this long rambling missive, Lord Johnson, I believe I have mentioned how perceptive this young servant is in sensing my moods when it comes to matters of the flesh. This morning was yet another example of this intuitive understanding because upon seeing me waiting for her in my room the maid let out a squeak of dismay and turned to flee. I was upon the petite beauty before she got more than two steps down the hallway. Seizing her by her luxurious black hair and throwing the slender young woman over my shoulders, I carried the poor maid back to my chambers as she kicked and squirmed. A few quick slaps on her tight young ass only added to her struggles; the normally docile young woman fought me tooth-and-nail as I deposited her on my bed and lifted her skirts.

"Oh please, Doctor-san!" The harlot played the roll of an innocent victim almost perfectly, although the glistening of her labia belied her fearful protests. "No, no … you no do this!" Around this time she switched to jabbering in her native tongue pushing at my chest with her small hands and kicking ineffectually at my legs as I pinned her under me. Although I could not understand the actual words, Dr. Johnson, I could well imagine the intent of her piteous pleading as she fought to preserve her honour. In hindsight I am somewhat shamed by the fact that this only aroused me as I acted out the dark fantasy of capturing and ravaging this helpless maid. At some point during this passionate encounter, Akemi's true nature took over; her struggles ceased and her protests abated until she switched back to charmingly accented English to urge me on. Do not think that I believe this change in the young maid's attitude makes my actions acceptable, her enthusiastic response is at best a mitigating factor but not enough to absolve me of my guilt.

My young maid merely laughed as I tried to apologize. She assured me that most men like the experience of dominating their female partners using their superior size and strength as nature intended. As she shaved the stubble from my chin she confided that many women as well are excited by the feeling of being overpowered. I know from my studies of natural history that many mammals, including the great primates of the jungles, that dominant males collect harems of fecund females to impregnate and pass on their genes. I do not doubt that these primal beasts use their strength and power to claim their mates, and so this base urge lies within our animalistic nature. I thank our Gracious God that mankind has evolved sufficiently to overcome these primitive desires. But I wonder if on this distant planet if this superior nature is somehow undermined by the hot humid climate. I have noticed even on Earth, my Lord, that in the tropical climates of the subcontinent and the jungles of Africa that even Englishmen fall short of the standards expected of them in cooler climates.

What I had not considered until Akemi's claim was that females too might find pleasure in this kind of primordial coupling. I wonder if this could be true of women of our fine Empire, it would be an interesting theory to test although -

Once again I find I have digressed far from my original intent when I put pen to paper.

I have resolved to do all that I can to keep Miss Alice from falling into the hands of the so called "River Pirates". It is my opinion that the only way I can reliably protect this innocent debutante, Dr. Johnson, is to become intimate with her father's elite fraternity. In this way I will be in a position to keep her from being discovered by the base members of the coalition. It was not hard to find the club frequented by Alice's father and wander by in the pretext of looking to become a member. As I hoped, I was invited to join with the man in question who seemed as eager to speak with me as I was to make his acquaintance.

As we ate, I mentioned having seen the boathouse along the river on his estates, and the conversation turned easily to power boats. Lord X, (again forgive me my use of aliases, but the gentleman in question is a very high ranking officer in the East Orion Trading Company and I do not wish to cause him or his family any undue attention) informed me that his boat was very similar to mine and that the two were built by the same shop along the same lines. I asked for how many miles the river was navigable, and if there were any dangerous rapids that I should be aware of. Without any mention of the River Pirates, I implied that I would consider it a favour if he had time to accompany him if he decided to cruise the river, so I could learn the flow of the currents.

The luncheon ended with Lord X insisting on paying for my dinner and the assurance that soon enough there would be several opportunities to join on the river.