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- Herausgeber: Erotic eBooks
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
"Raped on the Railway" is a True Story of a married woman who was first ravished and then flagellated on the Scotch Express. It is an anonymous English pornographic story published in 1894 by Charles Carrington.
The victim is raped by a stranger in a locked railway compartment and is depicted as ultimately taking pleasure in the act: she is then flagellated by her brother-in-law for the latter transgression, in a trope common in later Victorian pornography.
The story reflects the novel sexual opportunities afforded by railway travel in Victorian England, focused on the erotic opportunities of a male passenger in a railway carriage, who, unusually for the period, finds himself alone with an unchaperoned woman, and the sexual perils of the lady in question who cannot escape from his attentions or summon help from a closed carriage (corridors between carriages being a later innovation). The passage of the train through dark tunnels adds another frisson to the possibility of erotic adventure on the rails.
The plot may also have been inspired by the real-life case of Colonel Valentine Baker, who was convicted of an indecent assault on a young woman in a railway carriage in 1875.
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Raped on the Railway
Charles Carrington
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Raped on the Railway 1894Charles CarringtonThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with.If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should purchase your own copy.First edition 2017
The Law of Rape
WHAT EAVES-DROPPERS ARE IN DANGER OF SEEING, AND THE CONSEQUENCES THAT RESULT THEREFROM
I have always, as a doctor and a man of the world, had a horror of rape on infants and children. Nothing can be more shocking than to take a helpless child and endeavour to satisfy one's lust upon its innocent body. Cases of rape on vigorous adult women come under quite a different category. We all know of the clever answer which, it is said, was made by Catherine of Russia or, as other people say, Napoleon the First, to the woman who came with a complaint that she had been tripped on her back and ridden by some hot-blooded soldier against her will. The monarch took a sword and, drawing the blade from the scabbard, invited the violated woman to plunge the steel back again into the empty sheath while he wriggled it before her. Of course the lady was unable to do so, and her case was consequently non-suited.
Balzac has a similar delightful story where, instead of sword or scabbard, a piece of thread and the eye of a needle were employed, and instead of an Emperor, the person who posed the problem was a judge. But that is another story, as Rudyard Kipling would say, for the girl did succeed in a most ingenious manner, which proves how dangerous it would be if women were furnished as men are, and able to commit rapes on us.
For any of my readers who may be contemplating the luxury of rape on the servant-maid, or some beautiful cousin of the proper age, I think it only right to warn them not to get caught. Probably there is no more delightful pleasure than getting the better of a much desired, stout-thighed, but unwilling, lady. But the devil of it is that if she be at all inclined to do so, she might make it what is elegantly termed: "damned hot" for her ravisher.
Those unfortunate gentlemen therefore who may be slow-witted enough to get nailed and collared in the fascinating act, will require to know the law on this subject. We take the liberty then, to state that rape is defined in law to be "the carnal knowledge of a woman by force, and against her will." For a long period it was punished as a capital crime in this country, but penal servitude or imprisonment was substituted by the 24 and 25 Vict. c. 100, S. 48. Under this section it is enacted that — "whosoever shall be convicted of the crime of rape shall be guilty of felony, and being convicted thereof, shall be liable, at the discretion of the court, to be kept in penal servitude for life, or for any term not less than three years, or to be imprisoned for any term not exceeding two years, with or without hard labour.
Since these changes have been made in the law, it has been alleged that the crime has undergone a considerable increase. Taylor, a great authority if there ever was one, on Medical Jurisprudence, says:
"Medical evidence is commonly required to support a charge of rape, but it is seldom more than corroborative, the facts are, in general, sufficiently apparent from the statement of the prosecutrix. There is, however, one case in which medical evidence is of some importance, namely, when a false accusation is made. In some instances, as in respect to rape on infants and children, the charge may be founded on mistake, but in others there is little doubt that it is often willfully and designedly made, for motives into which it is here unnecessary to inquire. Amos remarked, that for one real rape tried on the Circuits in his time, there were on the average twelve pretended cases. In some few instances these false charges are at once set aside by medical evidence — in others, medical men may be sometimes the dupes of designing persons, but in the majority, the falsehood of the charge is proved by inconsistencies in the statement of the prosecutrix herself."
It is pleasant to know that some of these charges are made up, and that there is always a chance for a man to get off, although he may, after all, have really climbed between the lady's lovely legs. We give a newspaper extract, to illustrate our meaning.
Acacia Villa, Kelvinside
Brandon would have much liked to know the address of the pretty little woman to whom he had behaved so badly, but the gentlemanly instincts in his character re-asserted themselves, and he drew back when he saw Mrs. Sinclair about to tell the driver the address, and taking off his hat made a low bow, and then stood and watched the cab out of sight.
The vehicle went off at a smart trot, and turning to the west, down one of the broad, straight streets which run parallel to the river, rounded the hill and stopped at a pretty little villa overlooking the Kelvin.
Mrs. Sinclair had been obliged to sit as much as possible on one side, for each jolt of the cab was torture to her wealed and smarting bottom. She seemed so ill when she got out of the cab that the smart housemaid who had opened the front door and run down the garden to receive her mistress, looked quite frightened.
"I am rather tired, Jane, I will go straight to my room," said Mrs. Sinclair, "and you can send me a cup of tea in half an hour.
She tottered across the hall, and with some difficulty ascended the stairs, and entered a pretty little bedroom painted white and gold. She carefully locked the door, and then undressed with feverish haste. In a moment or two her dress and her snowy petticoats had fallen to the ground, and she stepped out of them. Then she undid her corsets, and released a pair of rather small but well-shaped breasts, the pink nipples of which peeped temptingly over the lace-trimmed hem of the chemise.
A few seconds later and she had removed her drawers, and then she slowly undid a button on each shoulder and the chemise glided off her white shoulders, and as it slipped down, disclosed all the charms of her beautifully shaped form, her small and rounded waist, the fair white belly dimpled in its centre with a delightfully impudent looking navel, and below that the broad triangular forest of golden hair which but a few hours before had aroused the painter's lust, and below that the firm white columns of a pair of thighs, which, closed together as they were, concealed a sweeter charm than all, and tapered down to the black stockings on her shapely legs that set off the whiteness of her superb body, and made her look more undressed than though she had been really naked. If Brandon could but have seen her at that moment, he would have been strongly tempted to repeat his offence.
She stepped in front of a cheval-glass, and turning her head over her shoulder, looked sorrowfully at her scarred and wealed bottom, the scarlet hue of which contrasted so vividly with the rest of the delicate white body. Uttering a deep sigh, she walked to the dressing-table, and opening a pot of vaseline, gently applied it with her fingers to her smarting buttocks.
This relieved the smarting, and when she had dabbed on some violet-powder as well, she felt much less pain.
She took off her shoes and stood in all the naked beauty of her glorious womanhood, and pleased to be free from the painful pressure of her clothes, she walked about the room for a few minutes, and then stopped opposite to a framed photograph — the portrait of a good-looking but rather delicate young man.
"All, my poor Ted," she said as she looked at it. "If you had not gone to India and left your poor little wife at home, this would never have happened. And I do miss you so," she added, as she looked down at herself, and gently rolled one of the golden curls round her finger. "I believe that cruel beating only made you more excited," she went on, addressing her bower of bliss, "and that you would be glad if that big artist were to come in again now."
At that moment she heard the servant coming upstairs, and hastily slipping on her night-dress she unlocked the door, and got into bed.
The servant brought in the tea, and wished to stop and talk of all that had occurred during the absence of her mistress, but Mrs. Sinclair quickly dismissed her, and having finished her cup of tea, lay on her side, and worn out by fatigue and the excitement of the adventures through which she had passed, quickly fell asleep.
She did not wake till the following morning, and when she again examined herself in the cheval-glass she was pleased to find that the dull red colour had disappeared from her sacrificed bottom, which was now a bright pink, and that she felt hardly any pain, for the skin had not been broken. Mrs. Sinclair did not leave the house all day, and the next morning she was nearly well, and by the third day no traces remained of the cruel treatment she had received.
Since her return she had received no visitors, for she feared that some of the persons who were present might have told the story to others, and she dreaded lest her shame should be known.
She had occupied her leisure time in reading all sorts of books and papers. Cases of rape seemed specially to attract her attention and to have over her mind a peculiar fascination. One evening after dinner, she was reclining on the sofa in the drawing-room when the following case caught her eye in the newspaper she was turning over:
SOLDIERS CHARGED WITH OUTRAGING A YOUNG LADY At Scarborough, William McH…, private of the 1st York and Lancaster Regiment, and John William P…, gunner in the Royal Artillery, Scarborough Barracks, were charged with outraging Beatrice O…, aged 19, who resides at Gladstone Terrace, Bishop Street, Hull. The prosecutrix, who is a respectable-looking young lady, said that in company with her companion, Florence M… she came from Hull to Scarborough on Saturday, with an excursion. On the South Sands the prisoners spoke to them, and offered to show them round the town. They told prisoners their train went at ten minutes to ten. Prisoners said they had plenty of time, but when they got to the station the train had gone. Prisoners then said they would find them lodgings for the night. They took them on the North Sands, and when prosecutrix protested that they could not get lodgings that way, the prisoner Palmer said they were to trust him. He had sisters of his own, and would see no wrong came to prosecutrix and her friend. At Scalby Mills Hotel they called up the landlord, but he said he could not accommodate them. It was now midnight. After leaving the hotel they went up the cliffs in the direction of the barracks. Prosecutrix heard her friend, who was with McH… screaming, and asked Palmer what was the matter. Palmer, then said if she was not quiet he would throw her over the cliff top. Prosecutrix was terrified. Palmer next threw her on the ground, thrust one hand up her petticoats while, with the other he prevented her from rising and considerably hurt her breast. He parted her thighs and sought to ravish her. She struggled violently, screamed, and struck him in the face. Her clothing, was torn, her drawers were trailing on the ground and she wriggled about to her utmost, but despite her efforts, Palmer gained his purpose and succeeded in gaining complete intromission. Prosecutrix's friend, who had got away from McH… then ran past screaming. McH.. followed, and seeing Palmer had prosecutrix on the ground, he stopped, and he also outraged her despite her struggles, his enormous member lacerating her genital parts so as to cause her great pain. Then they left her crying and exhausted. When she reached the town she found her companion complaining to Sergeant N. She related what had taken place, and was examined by Dr. H.
Prosecutrix's companion confirmed the statement. Both denied that they had more than a glass of port wine with the soldiers. The soldiers went into several public-houses, but they did not.
After Dr. H. had described the condition in which he found the girl, T… a telegraph clerk, and the landlord of the Scalby Mills Hotel, who saw the parties, were both most emphatically of opinion that the men were quite sober.
Sergeant Normanton said that at half-past one in the morning he was in North Marine Road, when Florence M… came to him. Her hat was on one side, her hair down, her jacket torn, and she seemed in great trouble, beads of perspiration being on her face. The prosecutrix then came up. She was in a very exhausted condition, and her tie and collar looked as if someone had had her by the throat. She looked as if she had had a desperate struggle and was holding a pair of white drawers (here produced) which appeared to have been torn.
Inspector B… spoke to apprehending the prisoners at the Artillery Barracks. When he charged them they each replied, "I am not guilty," and followed on by stating: "We were with two girls at Scalby Mills, but we were so drunk that we don't know where we left them or what occurred."
Both prisoners said they were drunk, P… adding: "Or it would not have occurred."
Prisoners were committed to take their trial at the next York Assizes.
Mrs. Sinclair sat musing over this report and was wondering whether such shameful and intimate details would have been published about herself, had the affair in the train been proceeded with, when she was startled by a loud ring of the front-door bell and a moment later the servant appeared and announced, "Mr. John Sinclair."
Mrs. Sinclair sprang to her feet, and was about to tell the servant not to admit him, but before she could do so he had entered the room, having closely followed the servant.
"All right, my dear little sister-in-law," he said in his rough coarse voice. "I was passing the door so I thought I would look in and see whether you had recovered from your — fatigue," and he laid a marked stress on the last word.
The poor woman sank back on the sofa, and threw a frightened glance at the intruder. She felt sure from his tone that if she ordered him out of the house, he would have no compunction in making public the story of her flogging, and that it would be impossible to stop the scandal that would follow. Her version would not be believed, and every one would think that she had deserved the punishment for her immoral conduct.
For John Sinclair had the reputation of being a highly respectable and most virtuous man. He was the 'baillie' of a small country town, and was noted for being particularly down upon any unfortunate street-walker, and any poor girl who had listened to the voice of a seducer, and had in consequence to 'let out' the seams of her dress, might indeed see her deceiver punished as heavily as the law would permit, but would herself receive such a lecture as she would never forget on the shocking depravity of her conduct.
He was also President of a Society for the Prevention of Vice — a society which ignored all the cardinal sins except that of lust — and he was connected with half a dozen Purity Societies and Societies for the Repeal of the Contagious Diseases Acts, and various other cheerful institutions of the same sort.
Mrs. Sinclair, though she knew very little of him, as her husband had never greatly cared for his brother, had always mistrusted the man, and was of opinion that he was really no better than his neighbours, and indeed rather worse, because he was a hypocrite as well, but everybody believed that he really hated vice as much as he pretended to, and in Scotland he was looked upon as a pillar of morality, and quite a shining light to the nation at large. As a matter of fact, Mrs. Sinclair's estimate of him was correct, and he was a monster of vice. Many a poor girl had he seduced, and one or two of them had ventured to accuse him publicly, but of course they were not believed, and their charges were held to be only malevolent perjuries.
The sight of his sister-in-law's bottom had aroused his lust, and ever since then he had brooded over the possibility of 'having' his brother's wife, and the more he thought of it the more feasible it appeared, for it must be recollected that he really believed she had allowed the painter to roger her, and was unaware that she had been raped.
Being (as he imagined) inclined to be a whore, she would perhaps be disposed to favour a big strapping fellow such as he was, and though his conduct to her would hardly prepossess her in his favour, she would remember that he had it in his power to blast her good name, and would give from fear what she would not from affection.
He therefore boldly determined to pay a visit to her house, and as he shrewdly guessed that she might refuse to see him, he had, by the timely use of half-a-crown, prevailed on the servant to show him up at once.
At the sight of him, the recollection of the horrible punishment she had undergone at the hands of this detested man, flashed across Mrs. Sinclair's mind, and when she remembered that he had seen and felt her bare backside, she blushed scarlet, and with difficulty, prevented herself from bursting into tears. He noticed her confusion, and thought he might turn it to good account.
"My dear Clara," he began — presuming on his relationship to address her by her Christian name, "I owe you an apology. The fact is, I was carried away by my feelings, for you know I have very strong opinions on morality. But I see now I was wrong. If my brother chooses to go away to India and leave a pretty little wife behind him, a widow in everything but name — it is but likely that her natural passions will break out now and then, and she will throw herself into the arms of the first good-looking fellow she meets."
"I do not understand you, sir," replied Mrs. Sinclair coldly. "You have intruded into my house in a most unwarrantable manner, and if I do not have you ejected it is only because I do not want to create a scandal, but I must beg that whilst you are here you will recollect who I am, and treat me with proper respect."
"Oh, yes," he replied with mock gravity, "and you might also treat me properly. You might remember that I am your husband's brother, and so like him that you might easily mistake me for him if you tried," and he accompanied this sentence with a satyric leer.
"Sir!" cried Mrs. Sinclair. "It is very evident that you mean to insult me, and that you take me for one of those loose women whose society you frequent though all the world thinks you a very moral man."
"Well," he replied angrily, "if I am a hypocrite I am not the only one. You are not so overchaste when you are alone with a man in a railway carriage, and as we are both hypocrites, and both like to have a little bit of kypher when we can get it without anybody knowing about it, we might just as well enjoy a bit together," and he leered at her again.
"I will not stay to be insulted," cried Mrs. Sinclair. "You do not know the truth, or I cannot believe that you would make such unjust statements. It is true that the man who was in the carriage with me did have me as you would call it, but it was against my will and consent, and I made as much resistance to him as I possibly could."
"Even to the extent of pulling the alarm signal," said her brother-in-law with a grin.
"I was unable to do so," she replied, "but as I do not consider myself bound to account to you for my actions, I shall say no more."
