It is far too late to stop

Dear Dr. Williard,

I continue writing of my shame deep into the night. I would be better off, setting this missive aside in favour of my bed and some much needed sleep but I fear that if I do not finish this sad chapter now, I might never get the moral courage to confess how far I have fallen on this accursed planet.

I have found that my size and strength are more than a match for most people here, certainly more than enough to twist poor Evelyn around and bend her over the table until her face and ample bosom rested on the pile of plates that she had so kindly found for me.

"Please Dr. Baxter!" She begged, "are you that kind of man?" She looked back at me over her shoulder from the table as I lifted her skirts exposing her legs. "As ruthless and unyielding as the pirates who raid our fair city and plunder its helpless women?" No doubt she meant to remind me of my honourable upbringing and my responsibility as a gentleman of the British Empire, but unwittingly her words acted only as a goad pushing further down this path of ignominy. "Oh God!" My unfortunate victim gasped as my fingers found the cord that held her ruffled leggings to her waist and loosened it enough to pull her undergarments down to her knees but she continued undeterred. "The kind of man who can only sate his lust in the sweet flesh of a captured prize ... forcing her to accept his manhood into her depths ... claiming her as his!"

I'm afraid, Sir Williard, that that is exactly the kind of man that I have become. I took the modest woman from behind, bent over the very table where she had stacked the plates next to the aether-lamp projector. Her soft moans only adding to my pleasure as my member pushed deeper and deeper into her passage. Two small measures made this forced encounter somewhat less heinous in my mind: the first is that by the time I plunged into Miss Monroe she was as wet and eager, as fully under the sordid influence of the Blush as I. The second minor consolation was the discovery that, despite her chaste manner, I was not the first man to experience the sweetness of Miss Monroe's vaginal chamber. In no way do either of these extenuating details absolve me, for I would have acted the same had the librarian bent over before me been virginal and reluctant instead.

I found that the pleasure of having my way with this innocent woman far out-weighted any guilt I may have felt. In fact, the thought of claiming a beautiful young wife of a powerful executive officer of the East Orion Trading Company or perhaps even more exciting, one of his innocent daughters as she struggled under me only added to the excitement. I thrust into the woman with renewed vigor and Miss Monroe's soft whimpers turned to gasps of pleasure and needy cries of passion.

"Oh please, oh please..." Her words spurred me on, Sir Williard, as I climbed closer and closer to the moment of climax. I remember wondering as I felt this sweet librarian shudder beneath me if she was fertile at the moment and whether my seed would find an egg within her just like the wombs of the Ladies who visited Dr. Miller's clinic for fertility treatments.