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Anne
Melting snow mixed with her tears, as Thomas said his
last words to Anne. "My dear, you are in the best possible hands.
For as long as you live, my bank will send money for your
maintenance. You will be well cared for. The Aston Asylum is
one of the finest and most progressive in all of Britain. Dr. Aston
is both a doctor of divinity and a physician, a noted alienist who
assures me you will have the best treatments known to medical
science. Good bye, now. Most probably we will never see each
other again, but rest assured that I will always have a place for you
in my heart." With that, the door closed, and Matron led Anne
toward the women's wing.
Anne was the only child of The Reverend Evan Jones and
his wife. As a non-conformist, not Church of England, and a
displaced Welshman, pastor to a small flock in the north of
England, Rev. Jones never had much money, but his family never
lacked for the necessities nor felt a need for luxuries. Anne was an
intelligent and attractive child, with lively eyes and auburn hair,
but she had a speech impediment, a stammer, which exposed her
to ridicule. Her parents schooled her at home and discouraged her
playing with others. When she was eighteen, she began her
monthly periods, as was common in those days, when girls
matured more slowly. Her parents arranged a marriage to a
lawyer, Thomas Marlow, Esq., an ambitious solicitor in
Newcastle. They were married in her father's church, and, as
Thomas took Anne to Newcastle, the Rev. Jones and his wife
departed England to bring the Gospel to the heathens of Africa.
The wedding night: Thomas, overcome by lust for her pale,
delicate body, ravished the virgin Anne without those gentle
preliminaries which might have prepared her for conjugal
coupling. In the morning, she communicated to him how painful
and distasteful the experience had been, on her part. Her
husband's reaction was to declare that he would never again visit
her bed, or even her bedroom. She was forbidden to leave the
house or to entertain friends in the house. He rarely spoke to her,
but she became aware that he was slaking his lust with women in
the city and even, on occasion, with one of the servant girls in
Anne's own house. She knew not what to say about that, so she
said nothing.
Over the course of several months, Anne grew more quiet
and more melancholy. She lost weight, and her menses stopped.
It was almost as if she were regressing, going back into her
childhood as a recluse. Thomas and Anne's mother-in-law, along
with the family doctor, as required by law since 1774, testified
before a justice of the peace, who then issued an order of
commitment. Anne was legally judged to be hysterically insane
by a man she had never seen.
The Aston Asylum for the Insane was a big brick building
in the Regency style, out of place and isolated in the Yorkshire
dales. Apart from the outbuildings and gardens of the asylum, the
only sign of human habitation that Anne could see was the distant
ruins of a castle which had once belonged to Richard III. Snow
covered the ground and swirled around the building, as the wind
moaned in the fireless chimneys. Matron, an older women in
charge of the female patients and staff, led Anne to a small room,
a cell, lit only by the gray light which filtered through a high,
narrow window. Anne hugged herself against the chill and waited.
She was aware of other inmates, though she could not see them.
They were locked in their cells. Most were silent. One sang a
bawdy song. Anne did not even understand some of the words.
There was an undercurrent of moaning, and an occasional scream
or shriek. Anne realized that, for practical purposes, she was no
longer Thomas Marlow's wife. Few would know that he had even
been married; fewer would remember Anne, and perhaps no one
would know that she was still alive. Thomas might even remarry.
She had no one, no friend, no husband, no contact with her
parents, who might well be dead by now, murdered by savages in
the jungles of Africa. Why had God made her, if her life had no
meaning?
At last the bolt shot back and Matron entered, carrying a
candle and followed by two men. The elder, with white hair,
dressed in black clerical garb, introduced himself. "I am Doctor
Aston, and I am here to help you, Mrs. Marlow." He gestured at
the younger man, also clad in black, but without the clerical collar,
a handsome fellow only a few years older than Anne. "This is
Doctor Wilson, my assistant. First, we must examine you.
Tomorrow, we can begin with the standard treatments for your
mental illness. Very often, we are successful in effecting a cure,
and the patient can return home, so I do hope you will cheerfully
cooperate with your treatment."
Matron took Anne's wrap and then began to unbutton the
back of her dress. Anne simply stood there, until Matron began to
pull the long sleeves over Anne's hands, causing the bodice to fall
away. "N-n-n-n", Anne stammered, trying to protest, but Matron
continued to undress her, removing her dress and folding it, then
removing the blouse and underskirts, until she was down to Anne's
whalebone-stayed corsets, which confined Anne's waist and
accentuated her hips. The doctors looked on approvingly.
Matron's busy fingers made quick work of the laces, and the stiff
garment fell away, leaving Anne standing there in only her thin
muslin shift and her shoes.
"Off with the shoes," said Matron. Anne bent awkwardly
to remove her shoes, acutely conscious of her near nudity. "Now
the shift. Come on!" Reluctantly, Anne lifted her last garment
over her head, exposing her private cleft to the sight of the men,
and then exposing her girlish breasts. The chill of the room gave
her gooseflesh and made her nipples stand out. She tried to cover
herself with her hands, but Matron seized Anne's arms and easily
held them behind her, elbows nearly touching, leaving Anne totally
exposed.
Tears glistened on Anne's cheeks as she tried to protest.
"P-ppplease! I-I-I n-n-n-"
Dr. Aston took one of Anne's wrists and felt her pulse.
"Now, young woman, you must cooperate with your physicians.
Have you never had a medical examination before"
"N-n-n-no."
Dr. Wilson took her other wrist and felt for the pulse, while
Dr. Aston placed a rolled up paper above Anne's bosom and said,
"Breathe deeply." With his ear to the paper tube he listened to her
chest, and then her back. "All clear," he said, "She seems to be
physically healthy." When they released her, Anne again tried to
cover herself with her hands and stood there, shivering in the cold.
Matron handed her a gray wool garment, cut like a chemise, to
cover Annes' nakedness, and Dr. Aston remarked, "Yes, she's a bit
thin, but I see no reason why we can't begin treatment tomorrow."
Then he turned to Dr. Wilson and spoke in Latin. "Mental
illness," he said, "has two components, one physical, one moral.
First, we treat the physical ailments. Her previous doctor
diagnosed chronic melancholia, a hysterical malady common in
women. Her bodily humours are out of harmony. Matron will
see to that, with purges and clysters. I'll tell Matron to try to fatten
her up a bit, and see that she gets plenty of exercise. The moral
component is more difficult to reach, but there are many well
known treatments, to focus her mental processes on that which is
good. The standard treatments, whippings, cold water baths,
blistering poultices, and physical confinement, the same
treatments used on our late king, during his madness, tend to focus
the attention of the patient on the present, pushing into the
background memories of earlier experiences which, perhaps,
precipitated the madness. We have here some new instruments of
treatment, invented in America by a Doctor Rush. The objective is
to so disorient the patient that he or she takes on the temperament
of a cow or sheep, contentedly living in the present, with little
concern for the past or anxiety for the future. In this patient's
case, we will hope to see a time when the illness which prevents
her speech is cured, and she can progress to normal human verbal
intercourse, which is, of course, one of activities which
distinguishes the human from the beast. "
Noting the expression on Anne's face, Dr. Aston resumed
speaking English. "Do not fear, Mrs. Marlow. You may have
heard of the horrors of the Bedlam madhouse, but you have
nothing to fear of that sort here. We do not use branding irons to
drive out demons. This is the Nineteenth Century. We do not
believe in witches and demons. Patients such as yourself are not
possessed. They are ill, and in many cases they can be cured."
The doctors departed, and Matron followed with the candle
and Anne's clothes, bolting the door, leaving Anne alone in her
cell, which was furnished with only a bed and a chamber pot. The
mattress was straw in a bag of ticking, and it was covered by
smelly woolen blankets. There was no fire to warm the place, and
the winter chill, the ice-cold bricks of her cell, made sleep very
difficult.
When Anne did fall asleep, she had nightmares which,
fortunately, she remembered very little of. One involved a man
was it Thomas or Dr. Wilson --- sticking his thing between her
legs; she woke screaming. Morning was signified by an increase
in the general level of noise and by a faint light through a slit-like
window high on the wall, where she could see nothing but a tiny
patch of sky. A panel at the bottom of the door slid open, and
someone slid a tray through the opening, before it closed again.
On the tray was a bowl of oatmeal, with a wooden spoon, a mug of
tea, no sugar or milk, and some bread which had been fried in
bacon fat. She ate and drank it all, ravenously.
Too soon, the door opened, and two women, one no older
than Anne, the other her mother's age, ordered her out. Strangely,
they were dressed like nuns and had crosses on chains around their
necks. Anne had heard of "nursing sisters" but had never seen
one, and this was a private asylum, wasn't it? They half dragged
Anne, still clutching her blanket, through corridors and up stairs to
a room which had a "convenience chair" in the middle of the
room, conventional enough, like a box with a back and arms on it,
except that under the hole in the seat there was no chamber pot,
only a drain in the floor. The "sisters" took her blanket and shift
and sat the naked Anne on the chilly chair. They strapped her in;
one strap under her breasts and around the back of the chair, straps
for each arm, to the arms of the chair, and straps around her ankles
to the legs of the chair. A servant girl brought a tray with several
mugs on it, and the "nurses" forced Anne to drink. The first
contained a hot, herbal tea, rather bitter. A second mug contained
a vile tasting oil, which Anne could hardly drink without retching.
The third was more tea. By this time, Anne felt bloated and had to
struggle to comply with the orders to drink. They draped her
blanket over her, for she was shivering, and left her alone.
Anne waited, wondering if she would ever be warm again
and anxious at being naked under the blanket. Even on her
wedding night, she had never been naked in the presence of other
people, yet here they assumed she had no modesty at all. Time
passed slowly; she had no way to know how much time. The
bloated feeling in her stomach subsided, but it was replaced by
painful cramps in her bowels. The sensations spread through her
belly, the pain making her sweat, even in the freezing cold. A
"sister", one Anne hadn't seen, came in and forced her to drink
another mug of liquid. The sister stood, silently, and watched as
Anne squirmed in her restraining straps and made faces as waves
of pain reflected through her abdomen. Then, quite involuntarily,
Anne's little hole in back (no one had ever given her a polite
name for it) opened and spewed smelly, mostly liquid matter from
her bowels. Anne watched the sister, who was watching her, and
felt so embarrassed. The sister waited until most of the splashing
noises had subsided and then forced Anne to drink yet another
mug of now-tepid brew.
This torment continued, Anne reckoned, all morning, for at
one point she was given some bread and cheese to eat, a noon
meal, she supposed. By that time, the pain had largely subsided;
the gurgles and cramps and showers of bodily waste were only
sporadic. Still, they kept her strapped on the commode, straining
to expel the contents of her belly. Then Matron came in, followed
by the two morning nurses who carried a bucket and a strange
machine. The machine was a metal cylinder with a handle on one
end and a conical extension on the other. Matron put the tapered
end into the bucket and pulled on the handle, which sucked quarts
of steaming liquid into the cylinder. Needing no orders, the nurses
whipped the blanket off Anne and pivoted the chair forward, off
the box, so Anne found herself staring at the floor, supported by
the strap beneath her breasts. She struggled for breath as Matron
pressed hot metal against Anne's shitter hole and forced hot liquid
into her bowels. Anne felt as if some wild animal was inside her,
struggling to get out, stretching her tortured bowels.
"Hold it in!" ordered Matron, as she removed the metal
device and the nurses lowered the seat, returning Anne to an
upright position. "Hold it in as long as you can. Hold it." Anne
couldn't. Quarts of almost scalding water jetted from her bottom
into the drain in the floor. The nurses again tipped the chair, and
Matron again injected quarts of seething fluid, and again the chair
was returned to its upright position until Anne had emptied her
bowels as best she could. Seven times they did that, until the
bucket was empty and Anne felt exhausted. Matron took a greased
ebony object and pushed it into Anne's unresisting hole, where it
stayed, preventing the normal closure. "We can't have you leaking
on the floor, Mrs. Marlow," said Matron as she wiped her hands
and went to the door. "Take her down for exercise," she called
over her shoulder as she left.
Barefoot on the freezing floor, with only her inadequate
shift and blanket, Anne was taken to a subterranean room, lighted
only by smoky lamps burning suet. There was a rotating
mysterious machine, like the water wheel of a mill, except the
buckets were replaced by bars, like the rungs of a ladder. Three
naked women climbed the rungs of the giant wheel, turning it,
sweating even in the cold of the basement room. A female staff
member, not a nurse, judging from her garb, sat supervising with a
whip in her hand! Stripped naked again, Anne was made to take
the place of one of the women, who rested and caught her breath.
Distracted by the nudity, tormented by the unfamiliar plug in her
bottom, Anne worked hard to climb the rungs of the wheel,
holding on to a horizontal bar. If she did not climb fast enough, if
her arms extended too far or she let go of the bar, the supervisor
would crack her whip in warning. The rungs hurt the arches of her
feet (she had not yet learned to balance on the balls of her feet)
and she panted for breath as sweat drenched her. She was ready to
die, she thought, when it was her turn to rest. This torment
continued for the balance of the afternoon until, aching all over
from overworked muscles, Anne and the others were allowed to
stop. The women put on their simple dresses, and Anne wrapped
herself in her blanket, as the supervisor marched them back
upstairs to their cells. "No talking," she barked, cracking her
whip, when Anne tried to ask a question.
Anne was huddled in her blanket on the bed in her cell
when Matron appeared. "P-p-p-p-please," said Anne, pointing to
her bottom.
"The plug should stay in," replied Matron. "You will have
daily treatments until the toxins have been flushed from your
body."
The evening meal, in her cell, was boiled potatoes in milk,
with some dried apple slices for dessert. Later, Dr. Aston visited
her. "Well, Mrs. Marlow, are you feeling better yet?"
"N-n-n-no," replied Anne, shaking her head.
"No? Well, you soon will feel better, once the poisons
have been purged from your body and you respond to the benefits
of good diet and exercise. I'll look in on you again, tomorrow."
Exhausted, Anne slept more soundly than before. The next
day was exactly like the first, except that Anne's bum hole had
been stretched, and it was harder to hold in the scalding fluid that
Matron injected, so the plug was used to contain the scalding
liquid inside her until Matron judged it time to expel the contents
of her rectum. Later, her muscles screamed in pain as she
"exercised" on the treadmill wheel. The evening meal of potatoes
and milk was supplemented with boiled cabbage and an ounce or
so of boiled meat, mostly fat. Apparently the order to fatten her up
was taken seriously, for she was allowed second portions when she
asked for them.
For three more days she spewed her guts, though at least
Matron removed the anal plug before Anne labored on the
treadmill. Then it was Sunday, a day of rest. The women were
issued proper dresses (but no corsets or hats or shoes) and taken to
a chapel for Church of England services, conducted by Dr. Aston.
Anne, of course, had never been confirmed in the Anglican
Catholic Church, so she was unable to take communion, but it was
a comfort for her to again experience the sense of community that
comes from sharing a religious service with other people. There
were, she estimated, about twenty women, ranging in age from
perhaps sixteen to very old, fifty or sixty. Two were restrained by
strait jackets, and some tended to look distracted and to talk to
themselves, but it was, just the same, a Christian service.
Monday, after breakfast, she did not have to drink the
purgative brews, and there were only three applications of the
clyster, so it was still morning when, denied even her simple dress,
she was led, wrapped in her blanket, outdoors, into a walled yard,
some sort of forecourt for the stables. She saw the sun for the first
time since before her arrival, though the sun was a weak white
spot in the overcast sky. She looked around and saw faces in the
windows of both the men's and women's wings. The snow was
cold on her bare feet, and the blanket was inadequate to keep her
warm. They led her to a kind of marble table and, to her horror,
took away her blanket. Anne wailed at her situation, naked,
exposed to both the chill wind of winter and the gaze of strangers.
Quickly, the nurses forced Anne to lie face down on the stone slab,
and they strapped her ankles to one end and her wrists to the other.
The cold stone, like a horizontal grave stone, pressed against her
thighs, her belly, her breasts, which she was helpless to raise off
the freezing table as they stretched her as tautly as she might have
been on a medieval rack. Her teeth chattered as the warmth of her
body seemed drained from her by the cold, smooth marble. Then,
to accentuate the torment, the nurses drenched her with buckets of
icy water.
Anne gritted her teeth and tried to bear the searing cold.
She could not move, not even shiver, tied as tightly as she was, but
her lips fluttered and her teeth chattered. Never had she been so
cold. As the minutes passed, her mind became confused and her
body numb. She knew that death by freezing was a real
possibility, and she tried to pray, though no intelligible sound
escaped her lips.
Just as she felt life slipping away, a new pain tormented
her. In her befuddled mental state, she had not noticed when two
men approached her, carrying bundles of birch twigs. Now,
systematically, the two simultaneously whipped her back and
buttocks and legs with the birches, as if flogging a criminal. The
pain restored life to her frozen body, brought screams from her
blue lips, until she could bear no more and fainted.
Anne awoke in a tub of hot water, her teeth still chattering,
even as her skin turned red like a lobster. Dr. Aston and Dr.
Wilson stood beside the tub, watching as she was brought back to
life. At last the chill was gone and the heat became oppressive.
Anne tried to raise herself from the tub, but Matron pressed her
back down. "That's all right, Matron. Let her get out. There is no
need to prolong her discomfort. Dry her off with soft towels
my, the birching left some nasty welts --- and give her back her
dress and blanket. Give her an extra blanket, too, and let her
recover in her cell until dinner."
The following day, Anne was subjected to the American
chair, which Dr. Aston and two nurses demonstrated for Dr.
Wilson. First, Anne was strapped into a strait jacket, a kind of
canvas coat with closed sleeves. First, the waist was constricted,
like a corset, until Anne could hardly breathe. Then the arms of
the coat were crossed beneath her breasts and fastened together
behind her, so her arms were tightly hugging herself and were
entirely immovable. They seated her in a chair which could pivot
around a horizontal axis. They strapped her in, with belts around
over her breast, around her waist, and across her lap. To test the
bindings, they rotated the chair forward in a half circle, so Anne
was upside down, and then tipped it backward in a complete
circle, until Anne was once again upright. A wooden box was
placed enclosing her head, so she could breathe but could not see
her surroundings. She felt the chair, with her in it, lifted, and they
attached it to a turntable which could rotate around a vertical axis,
propelled by a crank and connecting rod to a tall lever.
Anne, of course, could not see what was happening to her,
but Matron signaled to a nurse who leaned on the lever. As the
lever moved forward, the chair rotated a half turn, and pulling
back on the lever completed the turn. After a few turns, the lever
moved smoothly back and forth, as if the nurse were churning
butter, and the chair rotated smoothly at a constant rate. Anne, of
course was conscious of spinning, but that was nothing terribly
unfamiliar. As a child, she had enjoyed whirling on her toes until,
dizzy, she collapsed on the floor laughing. This was similar,
except that she could not stop when she wished.
The chair slowed, and Matron removed the box from her
head. "See the nystagmus, the twitching of the eyes."
"Yes, she must be very dizzy."
The box was replaced, and the rotation resumed. However,
when it had reached a steady speed, the chair was suddenly rotated
around the horizontal axis, so Anne was facing downward. The
result was instant mal de mer, intense nausea and retching, though
Anne had nothing in her stomach to throw up. She made
incoherent noises like an animal in a trap, but the multi-axis
spinning continued until she was, almost, driven to a true insanity.
The chair was stopped and the box removed. "Mrs.
Marlow, can you hear me?"
"Ullk! Awrgh! Ak."
"Take her back to the women's ward. Don't leave her
alone, lest she choke on her tongue."
Back in the common room, the nurses were distracted by
some sort of emergency, and Anne, still in the strait jacket and
unable to stand, was left on the floor. Slowly, Anne regained her
senses.
"Eh, it's the new girl."
"What's yer name?"
"Ah, ah, ah..."
"Oi, she ain't got a name!"
"Shame she can't even stand. Let's have some fun with
her." Someone kicked her hip. "Stand her up and let's see wot
she's made of."
"Let's make 'er ride the horse."
"Yes, the horse." They stood Anne on her feet and lifted
her skirt, so as to examine her womanly parts. Someone brought
out a blanket and rolled it into a thick rope. They passed the rope
between her legs and raised the ends, until Anne's weight was
supported by the blanket and her feet left the floor. Three women
held each end of the rope, and they started a sort of tug of war with
it, pulling it up and down, back and forth, while two other women
steadied the helpless Anne so she would not fall off "the horse".
"N,n,n,n,noooo!" she protested, as the wooly blanket was
forced upward, parting her labia and rubbing intensely on places
Anne had never touched. N,n,n,nahhh."
Laughing, the inmates continued, forcing the helpless Anne
to ride the bucking "horse." In time Anne's protests stopped.
Then she began to giggle. "At's it. Keep it going."
Anne's giggles became louder and more continuous, until
she was laughing and choking. "Oh, God!" she screamed.
Instantly, the women dropped the blanket and scattered, trying to
hide in their cells or elsewhere. Anne lay on the floor, her skirt
around her waist, the rolled blanket still between her legs, her
breasts heaving as the constricting strait jacket was making it
difficult to breathe.
"Mrs. Marlow, are you all right?" asked the newly arrived
Dr. Wilson. Anne could only gasp. "Is this woman having a fit?"
he asked the cowering inmates, who obviously were afraid of
punishment for simply having a bit of fun with Anne. No one
wanted to speak. Dr. Wilson knelt beside Anne and deftly undid
the buckles and ties which held her confined in the canvas jacket.
As soon as she could, she scuttled away from him, pulling down
her skirt and trying to cover her shamefully exposed genitals.
"Mrs. Marlow, are you all right? I thought I heard you
exclaim,'Oh God'."
"Uh!"
"Someone fetch Matron. I fear Mrs. Marlow has gone
quite mad. I never did trust those Americans."
Anne managed to sit up, and she looked at Dr. Wilson with
new insight. "Dr. Wilson," she said in Latin, "I am quite as sane
as you are."
"Did you just speak to me in Latin?"
"Yes."
"But you can't even speak English."
"I am a clergyman's daughter," she said in passable Latin,
"and reasonably well educated," she added in Greek. "Since
childhood," she continued, reverting to Latin, "I have had a speech
impediment which makes it difficult for me to express myself in
my native tongue. However, I can sing in Italian or French, and
speak Latin, Greek, and a bit of Hebrew and Icelandic, for those
tongues, so foreign to me, apparently reside in portions of my
psyche which do not share the impediment in my native speech."
"Oh, God," said Dr. Wilson. "And you were laughing. The
melancholia is cured?"
"I think so, learned physician."
"So the chair of Dr. Rush was an effective treatment, in
spite of my doubts?" He was speaking Latin, now, and the
watching inmates of the asylum were completely perplexed.
"No, the chair is an abomination. The cure came from my
sister inmates, all, supposedly insane. The order of commitment,
it said I suffered from hysteria, did it not?"
"Yes."
"And 'hysteria', from the Greek, is a state of mental
aberration attributed to the female organ, the womb."
"Yes, that is the commonly held hypothesis."
"These women, by making me ride the horse, as they put it,
must have adjusted my womb, and cured my melancholy, for I felt
a euphoria such as I have never before experienced, and you heard
me laugh. As further evidence, I believe a quantity of fluid exuded
from my female orifice. Perhaps a congestion of the womb, and
an impounding of natural fluids, was, in fact, the cause of my
condition."
"Amazing. Please come with me, Mrs. Marlow. We must
inform Dr. Aston."
Some days later, Dr. Aston approached Anne. Anne was
dressed in the same clothes as she had worn when she arrived at
Aston Asylum, and she was housed in a cosy room in the central,
administrative, portion of the building, a room with a feather bed
and a cosy hearth. She had been working closely with Dr. Wilson,
and they had repeatedly demonstrated that a new treatment,
involving pressure and friction between the lower limbs, was,
indeed, effective in adjusting the condition of the womb and
raising the spirits of female patients. Further, they had shown that
the clyster, irrigating the bowels, was misapplied. A stream of
tepid water, applied instead to the regions of the forward orifice,
was also effective in revitalizing a congested womb. Several
women, not just Anne, testified to being able to feel the paroxysms
of the womb and the releasing of fluids, with a resulting general
improvement in temperament. "I have been in communication
with your husband, and he says he does not want you released to
his custody. In fact, he says you are not properly his wife. He is
seeking an annulment, claiming you were never properly married
and that, in any event, the marriage was never actually
consummated and was therefore invalid. He intends, I gather, to
remarry as soon as possible. He says, however, that the payments
for your maintenance here will continue as long as your live, and
he prays that we will keep you here."
"I suppose I should call you Miss Jones," said Dr. Wilson.
"Or Anne," she noted.
"If you would consent, Miss Jones," said Dr. Aston, "we
would be pleased to have you remain here on our staff. I shall be
retiring soon, and perhaps Matron, also. I'm sure Dr. Wilson
would be pleased to have you as an assistant."
"Yes, Miss Jones. Please stay. You have been invaluable
to me." Impulsively, he took her hand in his.
"Dr. Aston, Dr. Wilson," she replied, in fluent Latin, "As a
Christian, as one who strives to help the unfortunate, I shall be
happy to stay here and assist you in your research."
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SwingersAnne and George were an ordinary middle aged couple who had reached the stage in their lives when they had the time and freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship. Over their 30 years of married life they had concentrated on building a stable and loving home for their three c***dren and had sacrificed their own freedom of action to provide them with the best possible start in life. However, now that their c***dren had left home, they thought...
AWO01 - A personal meeting Anne working Overtime 01. ? A personal [email protected] A warm breeze came up the rugged mountainside from the sea and filled Anne?s thin white blouse like a sail to lightly caress her tanned body as she walked over the terrace to her recliner under the huge parasol. She sat down with a dark yellow drink in her hand, enjoying the smell of warm sand, sun- baked rocks and salt seawater.The wind was exactly right to cool the terrace that otherwise...
Introduction: This one happened a few years ago. Only read it if you like slutwife stories..if not..move on. It had been about four months since my wife Anne Marie had taken a cock other than mine. Her latest sexcapade was a doozy, so I thought I would share it with you. It involves some aspects of American Baseball, so I apologize to our European friends if you have no idea what the fuck I am talking about. First of all, let me tell you that in her late thirties, she is as hot and sexy as she...
Zweiter Teilhier gibt es den ersten (http://de.xhamster.com/user/J0ANA/posts/478027.html)In dieser Nacht hatte ich so gut geschlafen wie schon lange nicht mehr. Och hatte wunderbar geträumt, ich träumte von Anne und mir. Ich träumte, dass wir beide heiraten würden und im Rathaus darauf warteten, dass uns der Standesbeamte herein holte. Ich hatte in diesem Traum einen dunklen Anzug, ein weißes Hemd und eine Fliege an und Anne ein langes weißes Kleid, ihr Gesicht war verdeckt durch einen...
First of all, let me tell you that in her late thirties, she is as hot and sexy as she has ever been. 5'7" and 135lbs of pure sex appeal. Her legs and her ass are still those of a 25 year old, and her 34B boobs are as perky as ever. She still possesses traffic-stopping beauty and is always turning heads when in public. She has recently added blond highlights to her hair, and the effects are simply stunning. She is the classiest lady you will ever meet, but every once in a while she will act...
Melting snow mixed with her tears, as Thomas said his last words to Anne. "My dear, you are in the best possible hands. For as long as you live, my bank will send money for your maintenance. You will be well cared for. The Aston Asylum is one of the finest and most progressive in all of Britain. Dr. Aston is both a doctor of divinity and a physician, a noted alienist who assures me you will have the best treatments known to medical science. Good bye, now. Most probably we will never see each...
‘Hey, Anne. Fancy a drink tonight?’ Asked Kevin, while picking up boxes of feed, for his daughters pony. ‘Kevin, how many times have I told you. I don’t go out with married men!’ ‘Aw come on. Just two drinks, I’ll be the perfect gentleman.’ ‘Don’t believe you…anyway I’ve got a boyfriend. Me might object’ she giggled. ‘Spoilsport. Hope he’s looking after you, anyway’ and as he walked past her, gave her bottom a playful squeeze. He did it every time. ‘Hoy…don’t touch what you can’t...
"Hey, Anne. Fancy a drink tonight?" Asked Kevin, while picking up boxes of feed, for his daughters pony. "Kevin, how many times have I told you. I don't go out with married men!" "Aw come on. Just two drinks, I'll be the perfect gentleman.""Don't believe you...anyway I've got a boyfriend. Me might object" she giggled. "Spoilsport. Hope he's looking after you, anyway" and as he walked past her, gave her bottom a playful squeeze. He did it every time. "Hoy...don't touch what you can't afford!"...
As promised, Eric called. In facthe called every day until he returned the next Friday. He took her to a play at a local theater and to dinner in a nice restaurant. Anne not only had a great time but she actually thought she was falling in love. Although they couldn't be together on Christmas and New Years Eric called her every day and made a special trip just to see her the day after Christmas. They could only see each other for a couple of hours but it meant a lot to her that he flew in...
“Okay, deal, look forward to it,” she smiled as Ric continued kissing her arse with a throbbing erection. Watching him grab her arse cheeks then slowly slide his ten-inch cock into her as he built up a rhythm was a real turn on especially the noise he made as he slapped into her arse cheeks. That was a week ago when I arranged a younger bi-sexual man to pleasure both of us for Anne’s forty-fifth birthday. As part of the arrangement after Anne had him he gave me a tremendous blow job while...
Introduction: Well I wrote about her latest sexploits in Anne Marie Submissive Slutwife so I figured I should post the story about the first time she ever did another guy in front of me. My wife Anne Marie is in her early thirties, five ft. seven inches tall, with long dirty blond hair and dark chocolate eyes. She has awesome long legs, and a playboy bunny ass. Her breasts are small and firm, and her nipples are incredibly long and sexy when she is turned on. We have always been pretty open...
“Okay, deal, look forward to it,” she smiled as Ric continued kissing her ass with a throbbing erection. Watching him grab her ass cheeks then slowly slide his ten-inch cock into her as he built up a rhythm was a real turn on, especially the noise he made as he slapped into her ass cheeks. That was a week ago when I arranged a younger bi-sexual man to pleasure both of us for Anne’s forty-fifth birthday. As part of the arrangement after Anne had him, he gave me a tremendous blow job while...
Introduction: Another, more recent sexcapade of my fabulous slut of a wife You guys all know that Anne Marie is a self-admitted slutwife. You know that she very rarely misses the opportunity to get her mouth, pussy and ass stuffed with new cock. Most of the time however, her sexploits are planned out in advance (such as when she gets together with my best friend) or at least when we go out looking for action. Some of the hottest times though, seem to come completely out of nowhere, and that was...
This work of fiction was intended for the entertainment and enjoyment by its readers. If the subject of anal stimulation and penetration is unpleasant or offensive, please read no further. If you are curious to know some of the bountiful pleasures of this form of intercourse, continue to indulge your imagination.< />I>*****It was late in the evening when Anne's boyfriend, Jake, asked her if she would like to try 'back door' sex. The had been together for quite some time and had...
At 39, Anne Marie is stunning. 5’7” or so; 123 lbs; long wild brown hair with blonde highlights. Her lips were made to suck cock and her shaved pussy tastes like peaches (no lie). If you ask me, she looks hotter today than when she was 25, and her sex drive is insatiable. For the last few months, Anne Marie has really started craving young cock. She usually talks about finding a 24 or 25 year old to service her every need; but finding the right “boy” had proven to be a challenge. ...
The following is an account of the first time Anne Marie ventured into the "slutwife" lifestyle. I had invited a good friend of mine named John to come hang out, drink a few beers and smoke a joint. I didn't tell Anne Marie he was coming by, instead I ran her a hot bath with bubbles and candles and wine, you know, the whole ball of wax. I know that usually after one of her special baths, she will put on a real sexy outfit for me and we will spend the evening making mad passionate...
The ceremony was beautiful. Eric had a respected friend from the D/s community to perform it. Anne wore a simple but elegant white, lace dress (a symbol of her innocence) and the four of them exchanged vowels of love, respect, and loyalty to each other That night Anne got to see the first of the rooms on the third floor. It was a large room with a slanted ceiling. There was a king sized, four posted bed on the back wall that was draped with sheer white curtains. Large pillows were scattered...
(AUTHORS NOTE: I wrote this story about my first wife. I've posted it on a couple of other erotic story sites, and have corrected a few grammar and spelling mistakes and posting it here now.) Anne It was another hot Texas summer day! Anne, I and Tom decided to head out to the quarry for a swim. Anne was beautiful! I can still see her standing there with us, 5' 6", and short brown hair in a pixie cut. Her tanned 34 22 34 body was almost covered in a tiny little bikini that she crocheted. What...
Wife LoversTheir booth held a dozen people comfortably and was away from the prying eyes of anyone else in the club. Anne downed the rest of her cranberry and vodka, a double, and sat next to her friend, Dave. He had convinced her to get her first- ever lap dance. She had been there for two hours, looking at scantily clad women gyrate and be groped by horny men and women. Anne saw Dave get at least ten dances from the Asian girl, Laura, and he was very uninhibited about touching her in front of their...
ANNE ANTS IS SUMMONED TO THE SALON TO SHOW HER BARE BUTT: 'INTIMATE INSPECTION'ANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS EVEN MORE A 'MORON 'THAN HER MAD MOM WASANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS MENTALLY AND MORALLY STILL VERY VICTORIAN ANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS BACKWARD AND CONSERVATIVE - SO, NO 'PANTS'ANNE ANTS IS AT HER AUNT MARY, WHO IS WATCHING OVER ANNE'S VIRGINITY: SO 'NO MEN'!ANNE ANTS IS SUMMONED TO THE SALON TO SHOW HER BIG BLACK 'REGULATION KNICKERS'ANNE ANTS IS SUMMONED...
"I have a letter from Jimmy Lin in San Francisco. He wants to talk to us about some kind of cross-marketing agreement. He sent us a catalog before. We were going to look into it further, but we never did. " "Who's he again?" Saul asked. Anne said, "He's the guy who sent us his catalog of Asian erotica, bought a few pieces from us. Here's the catalog from our files." "More than a few, Anne," Sigrid said. "I put a watch on that account and they've bought quite a few more Erotics...
The lights were out. They snuggled together under a duvet in the big new bed. "Anne?" "Umm?" "Can I meet Saul?" "Yeah, you never. You've never seen him. Sure. Lunch tomorrow?" "Good. We've got some things to work out about our new guys." "Uh-huh. Just wait to meet up with us until he has his food on the table. He's dangerous when he meets new girls. Assuming you like him, what do we do next?" "We've got four guys now. First question is, are they the right four? Then,...
Introduction: And yet another true story of my Hot Insatiable Slut of a wife My wife Anne Marie and I have the greatest relationship in the world. Granted, many find it, well, unconventional to say the least, but great just the same. We have the deepest love and respect for each other, and are both very secure people. This allows us to explore some fantasies that other less secure couples would have a hard time with. First of all, Anne Marie is hot. She really is. She is 57 and 125 lbs. She has...
My wife Anne Marie and I have the greatest relationship in the world. Granted, many find it, well, unconventional to say the least, but great just the same. We have the deepest love and respect for each other, and are both very secure people. This allows us to explore some fantasies that other less secure couples would have a hard time with. First of all, Anne Marie is hot. She really is. She is 5'7" and 125 lbs. She has light brown hair with blond highlights, big brown eyes and a truly angelic...
This story contains Bondage, Clover Clamps, Weights & Piercing between friends- Enjoy! We get a call several days later from Mitch regarding her friend Anne so we meet up for lunch, in a week she wants to plan a birthday party and design a cake for her friend that will give her a surprise. The wife and I love the idea of a kinky cake and further discussion that Anne has been mostly dominant and the birthday party is an idea to turn the tide, the birthday girl is experienced in...
"What are you looking at?" Anne asked her husband inquiringly as she entered the room.She was tired after her shift at work, that combined with sleepless nights due to her baby were taking their toll on the couple. George raised the laptop screen to show her. It was online porn, pictures of couples and women. Their sex life had yet to recover from c***dbirth. She shrugged her shoulders and sat by him on the sofa. In the past they had enjoyed looking at this kind of site together. She had been...
Anne The Geek Giving credit where credit is due, based on a suggested story premise by Beth. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I was only 3 weeks out of high school when the events that would change my life entirely occurred. I was alone at home when I snuck into my little sister's room. I had done it a thousand times before. I'd wait for when mom and Becky were gone, and I'd sneak in and try on her clothes. I loved how they felt. When I felt like...
(AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}}); She is 1.65cm tall and weighs about 50 kilos. She has long dark blonde hair and a shaven little cunt. I’m 23 years old and love the feeling of either seeing my girlfriend with other men or hearing her tell me all the juicy stuff after. This is something I’ve always been drawn to. When I came to be her boyfriend I wasn’t even the first to fuck her. I let some strangers we met fuck her before I did. And the ball...
I have to admit, I love the fact that she can be the biggest slut in the world. She has done it all, from giving some guy head while I was away on a business trip, to seducing several of my friends. Just the thought of her tongue in another man's mouth, or her lips wrapped around a strange cock really gets me off. Some of the hottest times have been when I have been fortunate enough to watch her pleasure and be pleased by two other men at the same time. Well, on our recent trip to Florida,...
It was a mid size town the heart of America, just big enough that there was bustle but small enough that most people knew each other. Anne lived in the better neighborhood, her husband owned his own company, one he had started just out of college and now he was on top in his field. Her children were grown and gone and Anne lived the life of retirement, her husband more than capable of supporting them. Her days were filled with tending to her flower gardens in the spring and summer and playing...
They had quickly worked out a way to operate in the small bathroom when they both had to get going in the morning. Anne, being shorter, stood next to the sink, Mary behind her, when they were combing and brushing hair, cleaning teeth and such. Their naked bodies touched pleasantly. Anne raised an arm and began palpating her breast. "I really like my breasts. They're my best feature." "Oh, yes. Forget about the face, the abs, the buns. Definitely the boobs." Mary waved the drier around,...
I have always liked Anne telling me about her sex life when I wasn't involved, this time was with a girl.'Spike' was Jane's nickname, she used to work with Anne at a large office in Adelaide. Anne was the accountant and office manager, 'Spike' was an office junior clerk come general dogsbody. Though Anne and 'Spike' didn't have much to do with each other in the office, 'Spike' tended to look at Anne as a mother figure (though the age difference was less than fifteen years)often taking her...
Anne ran a brush through Joel her grandsons hair, he was seventeen and often stopped with Anne, or nanny Anne as he called her, at the weekend. Joel wasn't really interested it what most boys his age like, sports and cars. Anne would often find him reading her women's magazines or asking Anne to do his hair or trim his nails. Anne didn't mind, it was company for her as she had lived alone since she divorced ten years ago when she was forty-six.Joel only had one real friend, Sam who was the same...
IncestSavannah and her husband had been married for twenty years. They always had a great sex life, but for the past few years her husband suffered with erectile dysfunction. This put a damper in their sex life and left Savannah aching to be pleased sexually.He pleased her orally, but she just wished to have marathon sex sessions. She begged her husband to get Viagra. Sometimes he’d get it, but not all the time. When he did take the pills, their sex life was amazing. However, he didn't get them that...
Monster SexTheir comes a time in people's lives, when a decision is made which may change the course of their life for ever. Anne had reached that moment. If she had came out of the ladies room, in the Robin Hood Inn, and said.....'I want to go home'....she may well have married Rob, had three c***dren and ended up 'bored, ever after'That is not what happened. "Hi babe, you good to go?" "Yes, I think so. Some air will do me good, will these shoes be alright. Don't think they were designed for walks in the...
Introduction: Another in the ongoing saga of my cum loving slutwife Anne Marie. This took place about five years ago. Enjoy! A little background: My wife Anne Marie is 57, 135lbs. We have been together for over 12 years, and she is 35 years old, but she could easily pass for 10 years younger. She has great legs and her ass is smokin. Her breasts are a size 34B, perfectly shaped. She never wears a bra, so when her nipples get hard they can easily be seen through most tops that she wears. We had...
I met Anne while working at an advertising company during college. She was very, very hot. She had the classic Italian look, dark hair framing an olive oil complexion and big soft lips that were built for sucking cock. She was skinny with curves in all the right places and had nice round breasts to complete the package. Needless to say I was attracted to her right from the get go and was very pleasantly surprised when I discovered the attraction was mutual. We began to see each other...
"Hi. I'm Al O'Malley." "You're kidding. O'Malley?" "Well, my grandfather called himself Johnson, but during the Roots thing, my dad found out our ancestors had been owned by a guy named O'Malley. We changed our name." "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I meant, you're Al O'Malley in Atlanta. I'm Harry Katz, Chicago. Saul's dad." "For Christ's sake! Harry, we've been trying to skin each other for years." "Well, you finally got me. Bare as a baby. How's...
We had fooled around with some threesomes in years past. She has brought home a couple of her girlfriends for us to play with, and I have let her fuck around with two of my best friends while I watched. There is nothing that gets me hotter than picturing Anne Marie pleasing and being pleasured by another guy, but up until this point, I had always been present when she would take any cock other than mine. Needless to say, I was very surprised by the incidents that took place recently. My...
Introduction: Anne Marie treated like a Slut in front of hubby I havent written about my hot wife in a while, so I figure its time to fill you in on her latest sexploit. Anne Marie is 40, looks 27, and fucks like a 19 year old. Shes tall, tanned skin, with long wild dirty-blond hair. Her legs and ass are perfect. I dont mean perfect for a 40 year old, I mean just perfect. Toned, rounded in all the right places and tight as a drum. Her 34 B tits are perky and her nipples (nipple ring on the...
After a long weekend, there's always a backlog of work, and, of course, it takes quite while to get back into 'work' mode. I'd been in and at it for maybe and hour and a half, before I thought, 'I haven't seen Anne, yet', followed by 'I'll look her up when I make coffee'. It was shortly after that my mobile rang; I dug it out of my pocket, not seeing Anne enter the room as I looked at the display. The number was the one I half recognised on top of The Old Man of Coniston. "Sam?"...
Tom and Sigrid came down for breakfast late. Sigrid's happiness radiated like a torch. They sat eating the last of the muffins, licking the drips of butter off each other. "Anne, I wish I'd started when you did." "I had a whole different way of life, remember. Probably wouldn't have worked for you." They went upstairs again, did not re-appear until the others had left for the stables and the gym. With Alex, they drove to the lumber yard, loaded the van with supplies. That afternoon,...
Anne Marie is 40, looks 27, and fucks like a 19 year old. She's tall, tanned skin, with long wild dirty-blond hair. Her legs and ass are perfect. I don't mean perfect for a 40 year old, I mean just perfect. Toned, rounded in all the right places and tight as a drum. Her 34 B tits are perky and her nipples (nipple ring on the left one) are always hard. We have been playing around with others for the last 14 or 15 years. I absolutely love to watch her with other men and women, and she...
Anne was not happy with how the night had ended. Again, she was the girl in the group that didn’t hook-up with anybody. Her friends all had somebody to kiss when the clock struck twelve. It was another New Year’s Eve where Anne felt ugly and unsure of herself.She was a bit tipsy from all the drinks she had. Nobody in the bar even smiled in her direction. All her friends were busy making out with the men who were paying attention to them.Anne called a cab to take her home. She noticed the light...
IncestFor about 2 months nothing was said about the night that Anne modeled nude, then during a conversation between the husband and wife about doing something to relieve the daily tension they were going through with all the problems they were trying to overcome Anne asked Matt if Paul needed her as a model again. Matt Emailed Paul it took him a few days to get back to Matt with this request. Paul wanted to know if it would be OK with Matt if Anne met him at the door while she was naked, also Paul...
Strangely, to my mind at least, Monday started off like any other Monday. The network server went down (OK, it doesn't happen every Monday) the phone rang every time I replaced the receiver; although I had my local files on my workstation, there was an error somewhere, that took me over an hour to find ... and I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Anne. I held out until ten-thirty, then set off in the direction of the kitchen ... of course, the route took me past Anne's office that she shared...
"Hi, Mom. It's Anne. You called.' "Yes, dear, thanks for calling back. I wanted to know if you're coming home for Memorial Day.' "What's going on? You having a party?' "No, we're not really planning anything, I just wanted to know if we'd be seeing you. If you're coming, maybe we'll think of something.' "Mom, do you want to come here for Memorial Day?' "Well, I don't know. We wouldn't want to... you know... ' "Mom, Lucy and Sam are coming, and so are Dan Sidney and...
I met Anne on the dating site Plenty of Fish when there was the ‘Intimate Encounter’ option. When I first saw her profile I immediately wanted to meet up with her due to her big tits and red hair. I sent her a message and I was happy when she replied despite the fact she lived over 80 miles away. We started chatting on the site and we eventually decided to meet up at a motel in Reading.As I waited for her in the room I felt a little bit nervous as it was our first meeting. When she walked in I...
Savannah and her husband had been married for twenty years. They always had a great sex life, but for the past few years her husband suffered with erectile dysfunction. This put a damper in their sex life and left Savannah aching to be pleased sexually. He pleased her orally, but she just wished to have marathon sex sessions. She begged her husband to get Viagra. Sometimes he’d get it, but not all the time. When he did take the pills, their sex life was amazing. However, he didn’t get them...
Christmas was just what I needed. Restful, happy. The whole study group was home, we had a wonderful reunion. We found we all had new friends, new lovers. We were just as close, but somehow we didn't end up in bed. On the other hand, Frank, a junior now, was busy catching up with his old girlfriends, some of whom spent the night. Ralph had his own girls, usually in the afternoon. I spent hours with Mom and Dad, telling them about college, the group, our plans for Still Waters Art. I had a...
Anne and Mary drove back to the university a week before classes began. The others were due to arrive late in the day. On the way they bought beer and English muffins and stocked up on other supplies. There was a message on the telephone from Sarah. "Mary, this is Sarah. Happy New Year. Call me." When she hung up after returning the call, Mary said, "Sarah knows we're looking for a house. She said she'd just seen a For Sale sign on the house next to the stables. She knows we want to...
"If one more thing happens," Anne Pane told Belle, "I'll know I'm cursed." "You're not cursed, child." the slave responded. "You're blessed." "I was engaged at sixteen, at the height of my beauty. Then John's father got sick. I couldn't marry a man when his father was lying sick in his house. And then John's year of mourning." "You're still at the height of your beauty, mistress. Eighteen isn't old. Just hold still while I finish your hair ... Now, look at that! And,...
Everyone knew "Red" Anne was a McHale but she was called simply Anne the Red or "Red" Anne because of her shocking red hair and the fact her mother had died in childbirth not naming which of the McHale clan males was her true father. The castle McHale was situated on the rocky heights of Land's End and it had been there for more than two full centuries. Anne was a girl who had taken to the reading of books much to the disgust of the Laird Edward. He would much prefer that his own oldest...
On Monday afternoon, Anne was ready to leave the room. "Mary, you want to come to the figure class?' "Watch you stand around bare ass for an hour? Sure, why not?' At the Art School, the instructor, Henry, met them. "Ah, is this Mary Travis? Are you posing today? How are you, Anne?' Mary laughed. "I hadn't planned to; I was going to watch Anne. But what the hell, why not?' Mary went into the changing room, emerging shortly wearing the robe Anne had used. For Anne, it had been...
Anne wouldn't let me go into work on Monday, not that I was desperate to do so. The headache was fading, but still present. She made me promise to lay off the caffeine until the headache was completely gone, pointing to her boxes of Rooibos and herbal teas and reminding me of the boxes and boxes of orange juice in the fridge. "It's a nice day, you could have a gentle walk in the park," she commented, "I'll let the boss know you're off sick." That seemed a good idea. I strolled the...
"Alex, your folks get in this afternoon. Do we need to agree on anything? Clothing, screwing, whatever?" "I've been thinking about it, Saul. I told them they have to accept that we sleep together, and that we don't always have our clothes on. They say they agree to that." "You don't sound all that sure about it," Sigrid said. "I'm not. I really don't see Mom being able to deal with it." "Well, we're going to find out," Heather said. "Let's try to keep some clothes on,...
"Mary, can I wear your wedding dress?" "Anne, are you crazy? You know I hate that thing. Every time I see that picture from the introduction, I get that same feeling: the creeps." "Well, you're famous in it, you know. The whole world sees you like that. And you're gorgeous in it." "Yeah, I do look good. Don't know why it affects me that way. But, of course you can wear it. I suppose that means you're going to get married." "Yeah. Talked it over with Saul and Will, called Mom...