{"id":1299,"date":"2022-08-18T17:16:34","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:16:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1299"},"modified":"2022-09-08T17:36:26","modified_gmt":"2022-09-08T17:36:26","slug":"volume-two-chapter-eight","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1299","title":{"rendered":"Volume Two Chapter Eight"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1299\" class=\"elementor elementor-1299\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-e884a9b elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"e884a9b\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-c4b53ce\" data-id=\"c4b53ce\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-1d697d9 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"1d697d9\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/6lvgICYuddPNuz8cdkql1B\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-1027227\" data-id=\"1027227\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-13ffd66 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"13ffd66\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/0wKW0DWMz99Ty1OW8W6hR6\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-8e8a292 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8e8a292\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-2fe69e9\" data-id=\"2fe69e9\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-ad7a6a1 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"ad7a6a1\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-9368325 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"9368325\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-707d5ae\" data-id=\"707d5ae\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-8564a60 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"8564a60\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 297\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 8<\/p>\n<p><i>Field women. \u2022 Fred at home. \u2022 Smith, the field foreman. \u2022 A rape of a juvenile. \u2022 Funking consequences. \u2022 Nelly consents. \u2022 Fred looks on.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Strolling into the fields one day, idly smoking my cigar later on in the year, groups of girls and women were at work. I talked to the field foreman and looked at the girls, especially the younger ones, and wondered if they had smaller cunts than Molly; of one whether she had any hair on her cunt at all. Some were apparently not more than twelve years of age. I longed to see their cunts, and joked with one or two of the larger girls; but a decided longing for young cunts had set in on me. \u201cPender\u201d, said I one day, \u201cwhat a lot of fast-looking chits there are in the fields.\u201d \u201cThey are a bad lot\u201d, said she, \u201cthere is one gal there only just fourteen in the family way.\u201d I was just going to fuck Pender, and daresay finished quickly enough, for at that age if I was fucking, and thought of anything very baudy; with a sudden spasm I spent right off, even if I had only just got my cock up. Indeed women used to say to me, \u201cHow quick you are; why did you not wait for me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>What with Molly, Pender, and nursemaid I was so well kept in cunt, that I only occasionally went back to London. I had dissipated a large part of my for-tune; fucking here had not then cost me five pounds, so that besides the novelty and delight of the intrigues and the risks I ran, it was economical; and things might have gone on so, when back came my cousin Fred.<\/p>\n<p>A wide-awake fellow was Fred. When my aunt said how delighted they all were to see me so steady, and had never seen me enjoy myself so much at the Hall before, he stared. \u201cHe goes often\u201d, said aunt, \u201cwith me to the dairy.\u201d \u201cYes and pats the cows\u201d, said a cousin. Fred winked at me, and when we were alone said, \u201cWhat\u2019s your little game Walter, where are you cunting now old fellow?\u201d \u201cCunt\u201d, said I, \u201cis of no use, my clap\u2019s not gone; but thank God I think it\u2019s getting all right again.\u201d He was quite taken in. \u201cYou have done the best thing you could,\u201d said he \u201cthere is nothing here much to excite you, no woman worth having, is there?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 298\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">We wandered daily over the farm and grounds, smoking and talking; he had been so much away, that faces were unfamiliar to him. \u201cWhat a skinny bitch that is with Joey.\u201d said he (that was nursemaid). \u201cThat\u2019s a fine woman\u201d, said I indicating Pender. \u201cYes\u201d, said he, \u201cI recollect before she was married trying to grope her, and she nearly knocked me over.\u201d \u201cI would not mind having her.\u201d \u201cNo chance for you my boy. Ah! has not that little Molly grown\u201d, said he with a laugh, \u201cI have often seen the little devil\u2019s arse, and her cunt too when a child, playing about the place, \u2014 she is nice : I think I\u2019ll have a try on her.\u201d \u201cAunt\u2019s partial to her\u201d, said I. \u201cDon\u2019t care.\u201d \u201cShe is very young.\u201d \u201cTighter cunt, and more to teach\u201d, replied he, \u2014 and I noticed he began to be very sweet to Molly afterwards.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>One morning we walked into the fields, the fore-man came up and saluted us. He had been on the farm before Fred and I were born. \u201cWell Smith\u201d, said Fred, \u201cstill at the old games, \u2014 any bastards lately?\u201d \u201cOi am too ould for that now Master.\u201d \u201cPerhaps the girls don\u2019t like poking now?\u201d \u201cOi they do, but they don\u2019t like me as they did.\u201d Smith (my cousin told me), had had the credit all his life of poking all the agricultural labourers, and had been threatened with dismissal on account of it. \u201cHe might have had a worse berth\u201d, said I, \u201cthere are half-a-dozen girls in the field I would not mind sleeping with.\u201d \u201cWhy don\u2019t you have them ?\u201d said Fred. \u201cI don\u2019t want to lose my character here.\u201d \u201cThat be damned, you can always have a field-girl, nobody cares, \u2014I have had a dozen or two.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I turned this over in my mind. We were again in the fields, on the way there he gave me a long account of how old Sarah used to wink at his having the field-girls; and indeed I had often heard him tell it. \u201cYou tell him you would like any one, and see what will come of it.\u201d There was a pretty sun-burnt girl about fifteen years of age that had given me a cock- stand. \u201cThat\u2019s a pretty girl Smith, I\u2019d give a sovereign to have her, \u2014 is she loose?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t think so yet squire, she be skittish; her sister\u2019s not fourteen, and they say she be in the family way, when one sister takes to it squire, the others generally do.\u201d \u201cWhere do you pay their wages?\u201d I asked. The old fellow leered at me. \u201cWhy you be a taken a leaf out of young squire\u2019s book sir (it was Fred\u2019s advice) ; I pays them next at the root-stores\u201d, a shed about a quarter of a mile from the farm-yard, and in which he had a desk. The women waited outside the shed, each being&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">called in and paid in succession. They were paid every night, excepting in hay-making times.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 299\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>At pay time I strolled into the shed. One by one he paid. The girl I wanted came last. He told her he wanted her to take a parcel to the village. \u201cYes sir\u201d, said she. Off old Smith went to fetch the parcel,-it was the dodge, Fred told me so afterwards, the old goat always adopted to get a girl left alone with him.<\/p>\n<p>Very randy but nervous I went out with Smith, then strolled back into the shed. The girl had seated her-self on some loose straw, she got up and curtsied. \u201cSit down my dear\u201d, said I, \u201cyou may have some time to wait\u201d, and talked to her. \u201cYou are very pretty, \u2014 you will keep your sweetheart waiting.\u201d Smiling she said. \u201cI ain\u2019t got no sweetheart sir.\u201d Another look or two, and my randiness getting the better of me, I began chaffing suggestively, she sat down besides me, then I talked for a quarter of an hour warmer and warmer, then kissing, tickling, and pinching her legs. This did not seem to affect her, she enjoyed it; then out I pulled my prick, and all changed at once. \u201cOh !\u201d said she rising up scared to go. I pulled her back.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s do it to you.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ve been fucked.\u201d \u201d I ain\u2019t, \u2014 I am only fifteen years old (she did not affect ignorance of my meaning), leave me alone.\u201d I threw her down, and got my hand up her clothes. She loudly screamed, and that is all I recollect clearly; I know that I struggled with her, offered her money, told her I knew her sister had been fucked, and a lot more. I was so much stronger that she had no chance, I rolled over her, she screamed, and screamed again (there was no one nearer than the Hall), I exposed her bum, her thighs, her cunt, and all she had. I was furious with lust, determined to have her; at last she was under me, panting, breathless, crying, and saying, \u201cNow don\u2019t, \u2014 oh ! pray don\u2019t\u201d, but I lunged fast, furiously, brutally, and all I heard was, \u201coh! pray,-pray now, \u2014 oh !\u2014oh !\u2014oh I pray\u201d, as I was spending in her holding her tight, kissing her after I had forced her. Her tears ran down. If I had not committed a rape it looked uncommonly like one, and began to think so as I lay with my prick up her.<\/p>\n<p>I got off her, saw for an instant her legs wide open, cunt and thighs wet and bloody, she crying, sobbing, rubbing her eyes. I was now in a complete funk, I had heard field-women so light spoken of, that they&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">were so accessible, that I expected only to go up a road that had often been travelled. This resistance and crying upset me, the more so when at length rising, she said, \u201cI\u2019ll tell my sister, and go to the magistrate, and tell how you have served me out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 300\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I really had violated her, saw that it would bear that complexion before a magistrate, so would not let her go, but retained her, coaxed, begged, and promised her money. I would love her, longed for her again, would take her from the fields, and every other sort of nonsense a man would utter under the circumstances. She ceased crying, and stood in sullen mood as I held her, asking me to let her go. I took out my purse, and offered her money which she would not take, but eyed wishfully as I kept chinking the gold in my hand. What a temptation bright sovereigns must have been to a girl who earned ninepence a day, and often was without work at all.<\/p>\n<p>In an hour and a half I suppose, old Smith came back, he had really got a parcel for her to take. She began to cry, and blurted out that the gentleman had insulted her. \u201cWhat, has he kissed you?\u201d \u201cMore than that, \u2014 boo hoo.\u201d \u201cWhat has he done?\u201d \u201cBeen dirty with me, \u2014 and I\u2019ll tell my sister, and go to the justice.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPough child\u201d, said Smith, \u201che aren\u2019t done you any harm, \u2014 a gent like him, \u2014 don\u2019t make a fuss,-make it up, it\u2019s all fair yer know twixt a young man, and a maid, \u2014 daresay yer wanted him to be dirty with you, \u2014 a gent like him, you ought to be proud of such a one making love to you,- here, take this parcel, and be off.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTake the sovereign (she had refused it before), I\u2019ll give you more another day; it will help to keep you a while, hold your tongue, and no one will know\u201d, said I. She hesitated, pouted, wriggled her shoulders, but at last took the sovereign, and took up the parcel, saying she would tell her sister. Then said the fore-man, \u201cNone o\u2019 that gal, an\u2019 I hears more on that, you won\u2019t work here any more, nor anywheres else in this parish,-I knows the whole lot on you, I knows who got yer sister\u2019s belly up, \u2014 she at her age, she ought to be ashamed on her-self, and I knows summut about you too, \u2014 now take care gal.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve done nothing to be ashamed on\u201d, said the girl, \u201cyou\u2019re a hard man to the women, they all say so, \u2014 ohe !\u2013ohe !\u201d \u201cWell there\u201d, said he dropping his bullying tone, \u201cthe squire&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">won\u2019t harm you ; I think you be in luck if he loikes you, say you nought;- that be my advice\u201d. The girl muttering went her way.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 301\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I followed her (it was getting dark), was so kind and coaxing, promised her so many fine things (I\u2019m not sure I didn\u2019t say I\u2019d marry her), that as we neared the village, the little lass let me pull her into a convenient grassy corner, and fuck her again. She promised she\u2019d say nothing to anyone about it.<\/p>\n<p>Next morning I had a fear, and was annoyed with myself. If the girl said anything it would be all over the parish in the afternoon, and in my aunt\u2019s ears the next day; all that for a dirty little farm-labourer. I had had none of that sensuous delight which both men-tally and physically is found in getting into a virgin, had never thought of having her as one, nor did I recollect much cunt resistance to my penetration; but she certainly was a virgin. In my furious lust, and with my unbendable stiff prick I must have hit the mark, and burst through it at one or two cunt- rending shoves. She had given a loud cry in the midst of it, \u201cOh! pray now, \u2014 oh ! pray\u201d, \u2014 but I had heeded it not. What excited me was her youth, her size, and the idea of having a little cunt with but little hair on it, some-thing smaller than Molly\u2019s. In bed, thinking of, and funking consequences, I longed for a girl still smaller, for one with no hair on her cunt at all. On further reflection I calmed. She had taken the money, and let me do it a second time; it was all right, and I rose, and went to the scene of my exploit.<\/p>\n<p>The girl was not at work in the fields, and my funk returned. \u201cSmith\u201d, said I, \u201cis Nelly (let\u2019s call her Nelly) here?\u201d \u201cNo, nor her sisters,\u201d \u201cSisters?\u201d \u201cYes there are two; one a woman called ***, very much older, the other younger than Nelly, and the young un they says be with kid.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I went to the farm-yard, there saw Fred talking to Molly, \u201cUlloh, you have taken a letch there.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll have her\u201d, said he. Pender went across the yard. \u201cI would sooner have her\u201d, said I. \u201cAye, a damned fine woman, but coarse, smells strong I should say when she sweats, or is randy, and I like them younger.\u201d I was jealous about Molly, and walked away. Fred joined me, and after dinner, I like a fool told him all about the girl ravished in the root-shed in the Twelve-Acre field.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 302\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cWas she a virgin? \u2014 she is a plump little bitch, \u2014 you were in luck, \u2014 oh ! never fear there will be no row; the saying down here is, \u2018They all take it by the time they have half-an-inch of hair on their cunts.\u2019 She will be rather proud you have fucked her than otherwise. Has she much hair there? \u2014 has she any bubbies ?\u201d I told him all I knew, which was but little, not recollecting even if she had any cunt-wig at all.<\/p>\n<p>Next day the two sisters were at work again. I told Smith that after his dinner I wished to speak to the girl. The old cock-bawd told me to wait at the root-shed; and the girl came there to fetch his handkerchief which he left purposely. When she saw me how she started. No, she had told no one, but was not going to let me do what I liked. A kiss. \u201cI don\u2019t like your hand on my legs, \u2014 oh ! now you said you would not, \u2014 take your hand away.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My finger was on her cunt, I was feeling what little hair she had, my finger went up it, oh ! how tight it was! \u201cNow darling let me, I won\u2019t let you go till you do, \u2014 there, what a dear little belly, \u2014 let me kiss it.\u201d \u201cThey will wonder why I am gone so long, \u2014 my sister will be asking questions, \u2014 do let me go.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cOh !\u201d I had her on the straw. \u201cBe quiet dear,-my prick\u2019s up you, \u2014 be quiet,-a-h !-ah l\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With her cunt well buttered off she ran. I buttoned up. Just then at the door appeared Fred holding his sides and laughing. \u201cWhat\u2019s up Fred?\u201d \u201cOh!\u2014oh!\u2014oh !\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s the fun ?\u201d \u201cOh !\u2014oh !-I\u2019ve been looking at you fuck the little bitch. I saw her go in, and you go to the shed an hour ago, but did not know you were there then, so thought I would like the young one; it\u2019s five days since I\u2019ve had a woman, and as I was going in heard your two voices, listened and looked till you had done the job.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a damned unhandsome thing\u201d, said I in a rage. \u201cYou would have looked at me if you had caught me\u201d. said Fred. \u201cYou leave the girl alone, it\u2019s my manor.\u201d \u201cAll right, but I\u2019ll have little Molly, I have given her a kiss.\u201d Off he went, leaving me jealous about that one as well. He was treading on my heels a little too much to please me.<\/p>\n<p>Four women I had poked now, being like a cock among hens, cared about neither, but could not bear the idea of Fred going up them, though I knew it was useless to try to prevent the young squire, the future master, a fine officer. Pender said to me one day, \u201cThe squire means harm to&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Molly; it\u2019s a shame for an officer like him to harm a poor girl; I caught him kissing her, and putting his hands up her petticoats. I\u2019ll tell Missus if I see any more of it.\u201d \u201cDo\u201d, said I, \u201cyou tell my aunt.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 303\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>So she did, and aunt requested Fred not to go to the farm-yard, and Molly was all but locked up. In a few days Fred said it was damned slow, and went to London. I for a change went with him.<\/p>\n<p>My departure put Pender in tears, she did all she could to get me up her, and before I left I got Molly into the loft on promising never to ask her again, and there had my first good look at her belly and cunt, and fucked her. Nursemaid I advised to avoid the page, or I would never have anything to do with her more. She grinned and said, \u201cWhat a loss\u201d. Nelly I caught in the lane, fucked her and she promised to be chaste and never let any other man put his finger on her. Then I departed with Fred to virtuous London.<\/p>\n<p>Before leaving, Mrs. Pender said, \u201cI\u2019m afeard I\u2019m in trouble, my poorliness ain\u2019t come on for two months now\u201d.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 8 Field women. \u2022 Fred at home. \u2022 Smith, the field foreman. \u2022 A rape of a juvenile. \u2022 Funking consequences. \u2022 Nelly consents. \u2022 Fred looks on. Strolling into the fields one day, idly smoking my cigar later on in the year, groups of girls and women were at work. 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