Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If trueness be told I was dreading my restitution to Marchington Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, my Brother Charles the one-fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave accent before I found myself dragged from help overseas to oversee his estate, though in the true it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dearest wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's consecrate greensward, and her mother Deloretha, the everlasting modelling for any creative person wish to depict a Wiccan as ever walked abroad, and with an evilness manner to match, and in addition there was a break down mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted lacuna and by some miracle Charles'bantam daughter, oh and play debts, in the cast of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the whole depressing fateful building descended upon my shoulders.

And the obligation weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for old age and had no clear notion of how one keeps field of study among servant when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employ, one might have the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the wholly endeavor more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the pouf of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the instant of the leaf blade, the shudder of the rush, thundering Forth River with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the horse cavalry, snorting and bellowing as he charges the tune, sabre against musket clump, sinew against flesh, grapeshot shot against muscle, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in dying, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was unfit far worse than I imagined, the household 's closed carriage which collected me off the mail service autobus was filthy and ill maintained, the number one wood spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a scout behind for vagabonds, the gymnastic horse were smutty, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the fundament were full of stain.

The home were assembled for my inspection at the front man porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a consistent notable by such cleanliness that one could recognize that it was bottle honey oil in hue and not mildew on dark like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might consume been a farm hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Saint Matthew the Apostle, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the serious cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to raise the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright piano with a liking for whiskey I deduced from her breathing place when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maiden and Bessie the under cook not to cite the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stable posing as stableboy and stable hired man while playing pranks and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory review only as Lady Marjorie and that old beldame of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the sign, `` My dear Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so sorry. ``

'' Ha glad I should conceive, '' the old beldam cackled, `` I have my eye on you ! ''

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` mammy says you should return my dowery. ``

'' Oh does she ? '' I enquired, `` Interesting, have you arranged Luncheon ? ``

'' We did n't know when to carry you, '' Marjorie trilled as she led me through to the sitting elbow room beside the drawing room.

'' I said high noon, it is now twenty six minutes after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon fourth dimension. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's Captain Cook 's fault, '' the old witch lied. `` We told her. ``

'' Then have her whipped, '' I replied.

'' wellspring we told Bessie to tell cook, '' said Marjorie uncertainly, `` Or was it Milly ? ``

'' Then have all three whipped, '' I suggested.

'' John ! '' the old witch snapped, `` This is England, we are not savages, these are our handmaiden and we do not whip our servants ! ``

'' That madam is what is wrong with this household, with this landed estate, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` subject area, blank uniforms, uncontaminating bayonets, uncontaminating shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

'' This is not a battle ! '' Marjorie interjected.

'' That is where you are legal injury, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between passe-partout and handmaid and the servants are winning and I do trust it is sentence for us to need a firm stall, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall ask the beating ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not trounce the retainer, '' the mother snapped.

'' Very well, then assemble the staff before the briny stairway and I shall cover them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the bell wrench and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a bell clanged half heartedly in the servant 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to plow the menage, '' I announced, `` Please meet them before the master staircase. ``

'' But it is stave Lunchtime Mr lav, '' he said tiresomely.

'' I am Lord Marchington now, and do n't you block it ! '' I snapped.

'' Fall them in and that 's an order, '' I snapped.

'' Very armed services chieftain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' John R. Major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reserve, '' I explained.

'' Are we supposed to be impressed ? '' the old enchantress asked.

'' piece the staff ! '' I demanded, `` Luncheon be damned ! '' and I stormed out of the way and lunged up the stairs to what had been my room in father 's time.

It was a wasteland of dust and disregard and did my humor no party favor, and I watched from the window for a moment as the home sluggardly wandered into the home once more.

I gave them a few moments before I went to the mind of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` team, Attention ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my tough luck to command, '' I explained, `` And it will not do, will not do, '' I continued, `` And I shall go away and derive back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the passenger car, its says much for the staff 's idleness that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the team of cavalry still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge gist pie and tankard of something brownish and probably alcoholic.

To his credit the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the door for me, `` To Trentham town and do n't give up the sawbuck, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and duck's egg, and lodged at the jacket, eschewing the chance to spend the Nox with one `` Shantell, '' she of crimson cheeks and ample breast and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself respective shillings and probably a bout of the sailor disease into the bargain.

The sunup came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very acceptable break-fast I strolled uselessly about the town until predictably enough the stroller arrived twenty minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to suffer been a surfeit of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably unsporting carriage clattered along disreputably enough keeping me tolerably dry if not clean and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front stair, and between them they set the passenger car steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an advance in any other domain then I failed to discover it, though at least the faculty were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a foul crown, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt arm, from portering, his shoes in indigence of a refulgence, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
St. Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber housemaid, quip and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maiden and Bessie the under Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was Captain Cook, and high-risk of all her custody were filthy.

Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, was as prissy and unsloped as ever though slightly wino with her liking for whisky, and looking on were Marjorie and her mother.

I made a list. `` sackful or whiplash ? '' I asked Belcher.

'' What do you mean sir ? '' he asked.

'' Whip or dismiss you are a disgrace sir ! '' I snapped.

'' Then I shall subscribe to my leave, '' he said.

'' Then go ! '' said I `` Frobisher, you are butler now, any questions ? ''

'' No sir. '' he said and quickly corrected himself, `` No my lord. ``

'' Can you handle a cat ? '' I asked, he looked puzzled, `` A cat of nine tails, a whip man ! '' I asked.

'' I suppose so sir, I never tried, '' he said.

'' Good man, '' I said, an turn I added, `` Belcher do n't fend there open mouthed, you 'll arrest a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a adept suit if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the young man, `` And you must use more than soap and less perfume, I told the chamber maiden, who smiled awkwardly.

'' Sack or Lash ? '' I asked the cook.

'' You would n't dare ! '' she scowled insolently.

'' You, Bessie, lash or sacking ? '' I repeated before the under cook.

'' Keep your trap shut, '' Cook snorted.

'' lash or displace ? '' I asked Milly the scullery maid.

'' What have I done to deserve this sir ? '' she asked.

'' What you have not done is to bathe child, '' I said.

'' But the blighter should certainly defile me if I did n't reek sir ! '' she said honestly.

'' Just two lashes then, conciliate one, '' I offered, `` This metre. ``

'' On my hand sir ? '' she asked.

'' No on your bare undersurface, '' I assured her.

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

'' That 's a eyelash then ? '' I suggested and I moved on to Mrs Maguire, `` whiplash or sack, '' I asked.

'' Do n't be ridiculous ! '' she snapped.

'' Lord Marchington you are unhinged ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

'' I 'll lash you in a here and now, '' I snapped back.

'' And me ? '' Marjorie asked her icy eyes suddenly aflame.

'' You have done goose egg to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, whip or pocket ? ``

'' I have done nada wrong, and I have nowhere to go, '' she said.

'' Good lash it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premises Sir Martin Frobisher and I 'll see you all in the courtyard by the kitchen after lunch, '' I said breezily and made my way to my old room.
It was still unprepared, `` Mrs Maguire ! '' I shouted.

'' Sir, '' she replied and hurried upstairs, `` Madam said the node elbow room sir. ``

'' Really, your cilium brothel keeper, would you favor twenty here in secret or ten in the courtyard ? '' I asked.

'' The court, I have seen too many girls ravished after whipstitch. '' she averred.

'' Where in deity name was that ? '' I asked.

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fear, '' I insisted, `` Pray turn over the bed and raise your dame. ``

'' No ! '' she protested, `` I shall not submit ! ``

'' select a calendar week to secure another position before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the root of the room being unprepared.

lunch was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the officers tidy sum at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the planetary house cargo deck to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east incline of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the star sign with the stables at one end and a wall with just a modest wooden door to the south, admission being through the gravid oaken doors at the Union by the stables, and the unit on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the handmaid assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a woman in hoopskirt might hop on her horse cavalry position saddle which was in the centre almost of the court, as a debacle stool.

'' So cook what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a horse whip from the pick I had brought from the stables.

'' You wo n't slash me, of there 's anyone you should it 's her, '' she pointed at Marjorie, `` And her bitch of a mother, scheming bitches the pair of them. ''

'' secern me more than ? '' I suggested.

'' Ha that girl ent your niece she 's Frobisher 's ! '' Captain Cook averred.

'' Thrash her hide ! '' Marjorie 's mother screamed.

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to helping hand the whiplash to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting stride over which I bent her before I hauled the spinal column of her dame richly over her head to reveal her soiled filthy once lily-white cotton underwear.

'' You lying piffling bitch, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed cook copious pantaloons and dragged them down her branch revealing a none too clean backside, `` liar ! '' she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

White cloth, pink cutis and a squiffy John Brown bud of a womanly ass jam were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red banding and mite of blood to the scene as the James Cook wailed for pardon and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old enchantress counted, `` 15, '' and she was tiring, her supercilium sweating as her unaccustomed effort in her many bed of underthings beneath her black gown.

'' Enough ! '' I cried, `` Frobisher, Mr Sir Martin Frobisher five More lashes if you please, '' I requested and indicated he should exact the whip.

'' Swack, '' the party whip slashed the cooks fat ass ten times harder than the old witch managed and the Captain James Cook shrieked in alarm clock, then she screamed and as the whiplash descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven More swats before I called a halt and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your good turn, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirts and lower your Pantaloon if you please Bessie. ``

'' I ca n't sir I ai n't wearing any, '' Bessie confessed, `` I ca n't yield none sir. ``

'' well, that should make chastisement leisurely, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her posterior just once with the medal of my left manus, `` Now go away and remove heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her wench, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her young unplucked Virgin womb peeked innocently out below her confection uninfluenced brownness budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him find constrained, I am quite sure as shooting that I blushed.

'' Never judgment, just bend over the footprint. '' I suggested, and I guided her forward, `` Frobisher ? '' I asked.

'' She 's St. Matthew 's sweetheart sir, maybe he could castigate her ? '' he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

'' Binks, ten of the best lad, '' I ordered and invited him to maltreat forward, he stared.

'' Never seen a fille bared ? '' I asked.

'' No sir, not Milly ! '' he agreed and he reached out and caressed her buttocks.

'' smacking them lad, show her who 's in mission ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her buns, `` Enough, she just needs a uncomplicated example. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the Captain Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen base sobbing.

'' What did you entail about Lady Marjorie ? '' I asked.

'' Everybody knows, her and Sir Martin Frobisher used his stuff and my turkey baster to get that kid, your blood brother was n't nothing but a sod ! ``

'' I suspected as much, '' I said, `` So she cuckolded him ? ``

'' Stopped him topping his ego, '' she said, `` If that 's what cucking cargo area is. ``

'' No, '' I sighed, `` But why ? ``

'' Because he was diseased, '' peeress Marjorie stood in the doorway, `` I was still intact do you see, '' she said, `` Though I am no longer. ``

'' Then it is true what James Cook says, '' I exclaimed and when she nodded I added, `` My god, my god you are evilness ! ``

'' privy ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy prostitute, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass kettle of fish around my swollen member but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the treasonous cuckold, a whore.

'' No John, '' Marjorie pleaded as she looked into my eyes.

'' You 're just a filthy whore, well you can earn your add-in and lodging on your back ! '' I cried.

'' John in law I am your baby ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a sporting lady 's white meat, her sass seemed inviting, her eyes now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll teach you to cuckold Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my finger among the push upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bandage breasts, it was a moment for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen tongue were drying on the draining card so I took a Brobdingnagian one and plunged it down beside her tit bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the cover around her breasts, and pulled away the torn back and then as her back was bared I cut the lacings of her stays and then I cut down between her derriere and the textile fell away to will her raw but for her boots.

'' I 'll teach you to use my comrade so ill ! '' I snapped and to a pant from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery amah, and new tart and an old prevarication bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite a mad ? '' her female parent queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the priming coat and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my pant I took the party whip from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie 's back drawing blood.

'' No ! '' she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her mound in place, mounds as she tried to report them with her helping hand and the teats on her heap which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the party whip leaving black-and-blue red bar on her blanch pink flesh.

'' Marjorie save your face ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through finger saving her side so I whipped her between her legs.

'' Nooooo ! '' she wailed, `` I can not bear it ! '' and she rolled in the mud again.

'' Bitch ! '' I cried, `` Set her to play ! '' and I went inside.

'' Godhead Marchington, I shall have you shot ! '' Marjorie 's mother informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall get the Constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a slap to her weasly narrow face.

'' How, '' I demanded, `` Why ? Why did he die by his own script ? ``

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomist, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life history of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't evaluate her, fix her to her station and we will say no more about it. ``

'' You planned it did n't you, '' I demanded, `` You witch, you sought to keep back pitiable Charlie animated long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for aliveness ! ``

'' Marjorie had a substantial dowry, '' the old enchantress explained, `` Charles pursued her ! ``

'' You did more like, now admit it ! '' I insisted.

She shook her head, `` You do n't affright me Saint John the Apostle, you 're just a boy ! '' she said sarcastically.

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the knife, `` You miserable dried up barren old hag, you made your daughter a cyprian ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran riotous than for twenty and more years and by the not bad of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a stride seat and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her back from neck to hem and flake off it apart to reveal her body quick for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no party whip and that as she rose to get off so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her large ill luck that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the damp in that mass of Robert F. Curl between her legs.

I stared in disbelief, `` No ! '' she said as she stared at my bulging rear of barrel and she said, `` No dear god ! ``

I held myself in stay somehow, `` You are indeed iniquity ! '' I snapped and I turned on my heel and strode away.

The thought that I had almost speared her fight off me but excited me and my want were now pressing indeed but at that moment Marjorie rushed in naked crying `` mother, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

'' Fornicating child, he has his mind on raping me call the John Constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all colour of propriety.

'' Why sir, why my mother ? '' Marjorie asked belatedly.

'' Oh who can bottom why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to ravish me, ''

'' Because she is a bawd, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her lip trembled and I grew hard watching, `` female parent whore and babe whore, I shall bait you now, on your backbone fancy woman ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open up scattering buttons widely until my appendage was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not ravish me, it is too big, you will charge me, filtrate me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and frame her down pat beside her female parent and I sought to go up her.

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took strong and I grabbed her calf and forced her stifle widely apart, revealing her uterus glistening in anticipation like the most piddle whore.

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in fright and with that reverence I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fists until with her resistance fading and as her scream became SOB of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my assault continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too strong ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her parts she said, `` Oh I am on fire, mom, he has ruined me ! ``

'' He raped you child, '' the Mother averred as she pulled her ruined clothes around herself, `` He raped you. ``

'' What is to be done mommy ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must decide, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him hung under the context. ``

'' I apologise noblewoman, that was inexcusable, '' I said as I eased my outgrowth from Marjorie 's warm up moist womb.

'' But Mama the police constable ! '' Marjorie protested.

'' Forget John Constable, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far worse than he in their eyes, '' she admitted and she pulled her torn clothing around her again and went to her cupboard to look for more clothing.

'' What shall I do ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Why serve as my whore ! '' I snapped, `` No you cuckolded my brother you shall serve my staff. ``

'' But you made roll in the hay to me '' she snapped.

'' That was fornication not love, why I might take to a greater extent delight from a sheep 's whoreson than your womb were I a Romanov. '' I averred, `` No seminal fluid, let the staff enjoy their new mistress. ``

'' No ! '' she wailed, `` I can not go like this ! '' but I dragged my breeches around me and dragged her by the arm out of the bed sleeping room still attired in naught but her tenacious boots and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the boots, you shall go entirely nude, '' I ordered.

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the waist and even as she struggled so I unlaced her boots and drew them from her and then with her completely naked I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostler, fetch the unchanging gent, '' I ordered, `` See, no more need for wenching, I have a cyprian for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fear now as the laddie came running.

'' But sir, she is our Mistress ! '' said one.

'' Exactly, now who shall serve my schoolma'am and who shall be dismissed ? '' I asked.

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' sod eh ? '' I asked.

'' Indeed not ! '' he said, `` I shall economize myself for matrimony. ``

'' Sodomite, '' I repeated, `` Well, who 's for the whore ? '' I asked again.

The maids were watching, Bessie and Milly were still sore about their chthonian regions as one lad stepped forward, `` I should be honoured ma'am, '' he said.

'' rightfulness, in the cavalry bowl and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` Lest I whip thee likewise ! ``

'' But sir ! '' he protested as his fellows laughed.

'' All of you, bathe, you stink forged than buck, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional troughs and bathtub brought and you shall all be clean and smart. ''

'' Oooh, '' sallying forth exclaimed, `` We have to bath Patience, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' clasp voiceless, '' I said, but the stalls lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was cognizant the whole throng were disrobed.

'' handgrip hard I say, '' I repeated but my field of study had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but subject field had broken entirely and suddenly it seemed everyone was disrobing.

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my complete horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her back he claimed her by driving his solidly vertical extremity deep inside her.

'' So, which is to mount me first ? '' Marjorie asked suddenly as she stood beside me.

'' None, they have made tomfool of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to create parliamentary procedure from undiscipline by discipline and all I have brought is adultery. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall fight cook for that stable hand 's affections, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

'' No, stay I shall mount you, '' I offered.

'' Do n't disgrace yourself, '' she said but there was none to compare with Marjorie now they were disrobed, and her mounds were freed from their bindings.

'' I shall return to soldiering, '' I declared.

'' And leave this den of fornication to thrive and distribute ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

'' No, but what shall I do ? '' I asked.

'' leave behind them to their pleasures, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

'' lecture, I just stripped you naked and ravished you ? '' I reminded her, `` What do you mean talk ? ``

'' Talk, about the future and how on earth we stop Book of this getting abroad l you become a laughing bloodline, '' she said anxiously.

'' I want to enchant you again ! '' I admitted.

'' Then I have not the strength to keep you, '' she admitted.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' You know you want to, '' she said and as I looked around it seemed that quite suddenly almost every handmaiden was indulging in fornication, indeed James Cook had extremity in her uterus and ass hole and in her mouth all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` take in your joy if you must, then perhaps you should return to the army, mother can wait after the estate. ``

'' Marry you ? '' I queried, `` You cuckolded my brother ! '' I reminded her.

'' Did I indeed ? '' she said, `` We never even consummated the marriage ! ''

'' Oh, my pass is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all confusion, I need comfort, I need a whore ! ``

'' Then I am sure you will use me again, '' she said, `` But let us do it discreetly. ``

'' Indeed, '' I said and I hoisted her up in my implements of war, `` Discreetly. ``

'' And have the ale casks brought out so they are all so drunken that by good morning all will be forgotten. '' she suggested.

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` I shall see to it when I am sated, '' I agreed and I carried her up the stairs.

This time there was no resistance, she allowed me to take my pleasure, she spread her branch wide and even held the backtalk to her womb open for my entry and being moist I speared her with the greatest relaxation, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

'' I want to find your manly chest, '' she repeated, `` Shall you not baby me ? ``

'' You are a cunning cleaning lady, '' I assured her, `` And a lying bitch and a cuckold, but it will generate me pleasure I am sure to crush your mammilla against my exclude chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and laid my naked chest against her strong teats.

She pulled me to her like I was her lover such was her deviousness but I saw it for the stratagem it was and resolved not to be taken in.

My loss came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her neck opening to give her a love life bite for all to see as my cream bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might become incapably drunk.

Her mother came to sing when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in black as ever, `` John, '' she said, `` This ravishing my girl will not do ! ``

'' Shall I ravish you in her position ? '' I asked.

'' No of course not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not believe she cuckolded your brother, '' she said, `` They were never husband and wife, he sodomised all sorts of small fry and drifter and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

'' But she had relative with another man ! '' I exclaimed.

'' With the handle of a spoon and his cum yes, but his member no, '' she explained.

'' I see, '' I agreed, `` But my psyche is made up, now leave me before I ravish you likewise. ``

She slipped away, somehow she seemed less the beldame more the concerned parent, but I dressed and went to check om Marjorie.

I was just in sentence for two stable laddie had her spread-eagle on the pale yellow and were about to violate her.

'' tart ! '' I ordered, `` I have need of you. ``

'' Yes my lord ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my face, `` wassail up lads, '' I said
, `` Drink and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the servants were too drunken to develop a meal and so I had Marjorie don a handmaid 's gabardine and together we carved a chicken cook had roasted earlier and we ate wimp and dinero for our supper.

'' Have you finished with me my lord ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You never spent the night with Charles IX ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

'' Then I shall give allowances, '' I agreed, `` So shall we touch on to your bed or mine ? ``

'' I shall accept my fate, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` Lead on, '' and I lit candle from the kitchen fire and handed her one while the other I took and we repaired to my room.

She slipped from her robe and slipped nakedly between the bed sheet and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my arms, pausing only to louse up out the candles.

'' You 're so strong, '' she said, `` You 're hurting me. ``

'' I was jealous, '' I admitted, `` I really did not want to share you with those lads. ``

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did enquire how their process might sense inside me. ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` Well perhaps you shall just do me. ``

'' What choice have I ? '' she asked.

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my chief to nest her cervix, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her down feather I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my outgrowth and I felt her guidebook him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to enter her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moistened viscera, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then order me I excite you like a safe whore should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet Fish or I might as well poke your female parent or an ostler 's backside. ``

'' It hurts, '' she said, `` It is distasteful, you are distasteful and Agghhh ! '' she wailed as I thrust firmly.

'' See, shut your rantings, '' I declared.

'' No the bother ! '' she wailed as I thrust again, '' You are tearing me asunder ! ``

'' You 're damned pixilated for a mother I 'll collapse you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my appendage and seemingly milked my cream from me as I pounded into her, and quite suddenly I let fly the pent up cream from my balls and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her optic tightly in self-denial, `` No ! ``

'' Too late for no, '' I suggested as I climbed off her and wiped my manhood on the counterpaine.

'' You beast ! '' she protested, `` You use me and cat me aside. ``

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an agreeable to you ? '' I asked as I took the tinderbox and lit the candles.

She stared at me, `` Is that all ? '' she asked seriously, `` You just cast me aside. ``

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Now away to your quarters. ``

'' No, '' she declared, `` I shall sleep here, you have warmed the bed for me. ``

'' And be available should I postulate a whore ? '' I asked.

She looked away, and I blew out the candles again and joined her in the bed.

'' Hold me, '' she ordered, `` I am cold. ``

'' Am I to be ordered about in my own bed, '' I enquired.

'' Then I shall hold you, '' she replied, `` Are my hired hand cold ? '' and she grasped my phallus, he stirred instantly.

'' You play a life-threatening plot madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

'' So take hold me, '' she said again.

'' I shall use you for my pleasure, '' I reminded her.

'' And I shall use you for mine, '' she taunted me, `` ejaculate, use me. ``

'' I shall indeed, '' I agreed, `` When I feel the penury. ``

'' And do you palpate the need ? '' she asked.

I aimed my manhood at her fogginess in the wickedness and pressed him home, `` Yes, '' I said quietly.

'' So make me, '' she said, `` grant me some sign that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are nothing but a bawd ! ``

'' Then I shall away to my own room ! '' she insisted but she remained at a lower place me.

'' But a charming sporting lady, '' I suggested.

'' You were swift enough to turn back the servants abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not see it in your heart to love me ? ``

'' stillness woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the instant, '' and I gently plowed her in the wickedness and the affectionateness of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in primordial instinct of what would have me to spill my ejaculate promptly but shortly her senses departed her and her desires took complaint and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

The ending was long and placate in building the emission flowed easily as she gasped helplessly until we stilled and then we lay together quietly entwined like lovers.

There was cipher to be said, I ran my digit through her tomentum and I fell into a most contented slumber.

I woke in the greyness of sunrise, she was staring at me, `` It will not do, '' she said, `` I deserve to be loved I need have it off ! ``

'' On your back sporting lady I have want, '' I replied.

'' No, not until you admit you love me ! '' she insisted.

'' I own you, '' I told her, `` And shall use you as I see fit, now lay on your backbone and spread the way to your womb that I may possess you.

'' tell me you love me ! '' she insisted.

'' You delight me, '' I reminded her, `` But I do not recite lies easily. ``

'' Then engage me for I own my womb craves your usurpation, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared spread mouthed, `` Take me I say ! '' she added.

'' Oh my, '' I exclaimed and I sat down, `` You crave me ? '' I struggled, `` But I thought ? ``

'' No more Scripture my God Almighty, look at me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' Madam ! '' I exclaimed as nakedly she advanced, `` No ! ``

But she was upon me and sinking herself down on my member she pleasured herself greatly, `` See I have become a wanton whore ! '' she trilled.

'' Not a whore for I am not paying, '' I insisted, `` Indeed you should pay me for the privellage. ``

'' Please lavatory ! '' she said, `` For commiseration sake make me an go ! ``

'' I shall splice your mother and have you for my cyprian, '' I suggested.

'' No ! '' she wailed though still impaled upon me.

'' Or marry you and experience your mother for my whore, '' I offered.

'' I shall do it, '' she said, `` Mother deserves some happiness ! ''

'' I jest, '' I said and as her face fell I added, `` I have no need of your mother. ``

'' When I am with child, '' she said, `` She may dish then ! ``

'' I have no indigence of your female parent, '' I insisted, `` Now come here ! '' I said and pulled her down so I might kiss her mouth and thus I possessed her utterly .