He loses control

Dear Sir Williard,

As I sit at my desk and put ink to paper I am filled with self-loathing and despair, but in the dimly lit projector room of the public library I felt none of the restrictions of honour and good breeding that should have tempered my mistreatment of Miss Monroe. Each time she stretched or bent to reach a micro-fiche plate I feasted on the sight of her fit feminine figure. In hindsight, as a man of medicine, I should have anticipated how the reading about the capture and rapine of innocent women might have affected me, but at the time I became more and more excited by Evelyn's firm body and whispered narratives. Sadly, the naïve librarian was too interested in the selection of plates and adjusting the focus of the aether-lamp projector to notice the change in my interest. I pulled the surprised woman onto my lap, clamping one hand over her mouth to stifle her cry of alarm while my other arm encircled her waist and pulled her back against my chest.

"Dr. Baxter!?!" Miss Monroe moaned into my hand as I pressed my face into her hair from behind and squeezed her plump breasts experimentally through the thick layers of modest clothing. I believe, I have previously mentioned the dark fantasies that I have been fighting as a result of the Blush, reveries of using strength and size to impose my rapaciousness needs on the tender bodies of a decorous British maiden. The urge I felt to subjugate this proper citizen of our great Interstellar Empire was as great as the need I found to mistreat my unfortunate house-servants. The dark seclusion of the basement room only added to my confidence that I could do whatever manner of wickedness I chose to this poor woman with little if any chance of discovery.

"I'm going to let you speak," I growled into her shell-like ear, "but if you say anything other than answer my question you'll regret it." I had the satisfaction of hearing her moan softly in response to this vague threat. "Tell me exactly what those river pirates would do to you, Miss Monroe, if they forced their way into your appartment?"

"Please, don't make me do-" I cut her off again with my hand over her soft lips. I held her slender body tightly against me as I buried my face into her hair until I found her ear and growled threateningly as my hand moved up to her throat and the ribbon that secured her collar.

"What did I warn you about?" The trembling woman in my arms shuddered softly as the blue bow of silk around her neck pulled free with a slow tug. That my Lord was only the beginning of my villainy; as she moaned softly into my palm, I flipped open enough buttons to get my hand into her blouse. "The next time you go off like that, I'll gag your pretty mouth with my handkerchief and you won't be able to say anything until I'm fully satisfied. Do you understand?" As she nodded I felt the softness and heat of her breasts swelling up from under the tightly laced corset, Evelyn was more buxom than I first gauged, hiding her curves under her modest garments.

Let me be clear that I can make no excuses for my behavior, Sir Williard, other than everything I have already explained about the unusual circumstances of life her on this distant planet. Neither do I take pride in the ease with which I was able to force this gentlewoman into submission. For that is exactly what I did. Instead of releasing the poor woman and apologizing as I should have, I fondled the bosom of this elegant librarian as my hand lifted once again. This time Evelyn answered my question as I instructed, spilling flights of terror-filled fancies into my ears as I loosened the ties of her corset.

"Two or three of the brutes would hold me down - Oh!-" She gasped softly as I worked free three more buttons of her blouse, but her detailed narration barely faltered. "Others would tear off my clothes and run their filthy hands over my exposed flesh." I found the combination of her fanciful descriptions and proximity of her body writhing on my lap to be too much to resist and I pulled at her long skirts, lifting them high on her hips until only her ruffled delicates covered her thighs. Miss Monroe's long legs kicked futilely as I cupped the juncture of her thighs feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her sex.

"And you'd just let them do it, wouldn't you?" It was an unfair question Lord Johnson. As my own journal has detailed, it is most difficult to fight the licentious urges that afflict every mature man and woman on Rajah-4. Even on Earth, to blame a victim of sexual assault for the very attack that victimizes her is a most wicked act of the cowardly, but on this distant planet it is even more reprehensible.

"What could a unmarried woman like me do?" Miss Monroe panted as she began grinding her ass against the hard bulge in my lap and I fingered her vulva through her undergarments even harder. "Without a man to protect me, I couldn't stop those rough pirates from doing every vile thing they could imagine..." I remember my Lord, pushing aside Miss Monroe's hands and tearing at the remaining buttons until her top was pulled back off her slender shoulders exposing her pale skin and the tightly laced corset beneath. With my full attention on stripping away her clothes, Miss Monroe began slapping half-heartedly at my hands and arms "... Oh yes! Stars in heaven, just as I can't stop you from doing anything you want either."

In spite of the way I had taken the most unconscionable liberties with the prim and proper librarian, by this point she too was fully under the malicious influence of the Blush. I had no doubt my Lord, that Miss Monroe would have let me do whatever I wanted to her needy body without any real protest. Even so, I was sorely tempted to tie her up so I could fulfill my fantasy of binding and violating one of the many lovely female citizens of this colony.