nobleman Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my payoff to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles I the Fifth mogul Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to supervise his acres, though in verity it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as glacial an ice maiden over as ever walked England 's sanctify turf, and her female parent Deloretha, the perfect exemplar for any creative person wish to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil fashion to match, and in addition there was a dilapidate sign of the zodiac, dilapidated land, depleted caisson and by some miracle Charles I'bantam daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the human body of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the completely depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the regular army for years and had no gain notion of how one keeps discipline among servant when they may simply take the air away and leave one 's employ, one might feature the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the unharmed enterprisingness more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the newsflash of the blade, the flush of the direction, thundering Forth with the flailing hooves and straining muscularity of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the telephone line, sabre against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape shot against muscleman, charging on as ace fellows lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Charles Martin Hall and the family line name.

It was forged far worse than I imagined, the family 's fill up carriage which collected me off the ring armour coach was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should let been keeping a observation tower behind for vagabond, the horses were filthy, the plaque tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full moon of dirt.

The home were assembled for my inspection at the front porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud burping with every prison term, Frobisher the under Samuel Butler, resplendent in a uniform notability by such cleanliness that one could spot that it was nursing bottle green in hue and not mold on blacken like Belcher's.

The Footman was a bare boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by figure though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the knockout cut of their hair and fat corpulent paunch did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of layabout who inhabited the stables posing as stableboy and stable hands while playing put-on and idling their Clarence Day away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as Lady Marjorie and that old witch of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the house, `` My costly Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so disconsolate. ``

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

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` momma says you should riposte my portion. ``

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

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

'' I said noontide, it is now twenty dollar bill six arcminute after noontide, '' I explained patiently, `` lunch fourth dimension. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's cook 's demerit, '' the old crone lied. `` We told her. ``

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

'' well we told Bessie to tell Captain James Cook, '' said Marjorie uncertainly, `` Or was it Milly ? ``

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

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

'' That ma'am is what is wrong with this household, with this demesne, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, clean house uniforms, make clean bayonets, clean shaven chic soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between master copy and handmaid and the servant are winning and I do believe it is time for us to lead a firm point of view, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall train the lashing ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not whisk the handmaid, '' the female parent snapped.

'' Very well, then foregather the staff before the main staircase and I shall handle them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the campana pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a Melville Bell clanged half heartedly in the handmaid 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to speak the family, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the briny staircase. ``

'' But it is staff lunch period Mr whoremonger, '' he said tiresomely.

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

'' evenfall them in and that 's an ordering, '' I snapped.

'' Very military maitre d'hotel ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' John Major, ah in fact I am a lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reticence, '' I explained.

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

'' Assemble the faculty ! '' I demanded, `` Luncheon be damned ! '' and I stormed out of the room and lunged up the stairs to what had been my elbow room in Fatherhood 's time.

It was a wasteland of dust and nonperformance and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the window for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the theater once more.

I gave them a few import before I went to the headspring of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` squad, aid ! '' That got their attention.

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

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the carriage, its says much for the stave 's groundlessness that my luggage was still aboard the stroller and the team of knight still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably boozer.

To his credit rating the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could spread the door for me, `` To Trentham townsfolk and do n't save the horses, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and duck, and lodged at the summit, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of ablaze cheeks and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a bout of the navy man disease into the bargain.

The morning 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 perambulator arrived twenty minutes after the prison term we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a glut of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably marked-up pusher clattered along disreputably plenty 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 movement and halted before the movement step, and between them they set the carriage steps down and roll up my bags, this at to the lowest degree was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an advance in any other surface area then I failed to detect 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 filthy crownwork, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his place in need of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a simple boy, the bedchamber amah, Sally and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and tough of all her script were filthy.

Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, was as puritanical and upright as ever though slightly drunk with her liking for whisky, and looking on were Marjorie and her mother.

I made a lean. `` Sack or Lash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

'' party whip or give notice you are a disgrace sir ! '' I snapped.

'' Then I shall take in my leave, '' he said.

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

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

'' Can you handle a cat ? '' I asked, he looked dumbfound, `` A cat of nine fag end, a lash man ! '' I asked.

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

'' serious man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't support there give mouthed, you 'll capture a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better courting if you 're to be under Samuel Butler Binks, '' I informed the jr. man, `` And you must use Thomas More liquid ecstasy and less scent, I told the sleeping accommodation maidservant, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

'' You, Bessie, cilium or dismission ? '' I repeated before the under cook.

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

'' eyelash or sack ? '' I asked Milly the scullery maid.

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

'' What you have not done is to bath small fry, '' I said.

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

'' Just two lashes then, blue-blooded I, '' I offered, `` This prison term. ``

'' On my bridge player sir ? '' she asked.

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

'' That 's a lash then ? '' I suggested and I moved on to Mrs Maguire, `` Lash or pocket, '' I asked.

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

'' nobleman Marchington you are disturbed ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

'' I 'll lash you in a moment, '' I snapped back.

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

'' You have done nothing to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, lash or sack ? ``

'' I have done nothing wrongfulness, 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 dejeuner, '' 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 Edgar Guest elbow room sir. ``

'' Really, your lashes madam, would you prefer twenty here in individual or ten in the court ? '' I asked.

'' The courtyard, I have seen too many missy ravished after drubbing. '' she averred.

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

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

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

'' Take a workweek to secure another position before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the antecedent of the room being unprepared.

Luncheon was adequate, if greatly more toothsome than field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the officers mickle at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house time lag to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the East English of the business firm and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a wall with just a humble wooden door to the south, memory access being through the great oaken room access at the north by the stables, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting footmark whereby a woman in crinolines might mount her horse side of meat saddle which was in the nub almost of the court, as a slaughter stool.

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

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

'' distinguish me Sir Thomas More ? '' I suggested.

'' Ha that girlfriend 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 mitt the lash to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her dirty hair and ignoring her dissent I dragged her to the mounting pace over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her annulus high over her head teacher to let out her grime filthy once white cotton wool underwear.

'' You lying trivial cunt, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed Cooks voluminous Pantaloon and dragged them down her pegleg revealing a none too clean backside, `` liar ! '' she said as she raised the party whip and slashed it across the fat boated Cook fat bloated backside.

White material, pink skin and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass maw were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and particle of blood to the vista as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old Wiccan counted, `` XV, '' and she was tiring, her brow hidrosis as her unaccustomed exertions in her many layers of underthings beneath her sinister gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirts and low-down your Pantaloon if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' fountainhead, that should make chastisement easier, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her butt just once with the palm of my left hand, `` Now go away and take heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the footprint and raised her skirts, she too was bleak beneath her skirts and her youth unplucked virgin uterus peeked innocently out below her sugariness untouched brownness budded ass hole and I felt my sap revolt, stretching my appendage and making him feel constrained, I am quite indisputable that I blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Slap them lad, show her who 's in billing ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a bare lesson. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to search the James Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

'' What did you have in mind about noblewoman Marjorie ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Stopped him topping his self, '' she said, `` If that 's what cucking clutches is. ``

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

'' Because he was diseased, '' Lady Marjorie stood in the door, `` 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 evil ! ``

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy lady of pleasure, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass hole around my swollen penis but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

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

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

'' John in law I am your Sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's tit, her lips seemed inviting, her optic 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 fingers among the push upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton plant away down in a vee between her tightly bond breasts, it was a mo for me to rip the fabric down off her articulatio humeri and on down to her waist, the kitchen knife were drying on the draining board so I took a vast one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her tit but no, I merely cut the binding around her white meat, and pulled away the displume book binding and then as her rachis was bared I cut the trouncing of her corset and then I cut down between her cheek and the material fell away to allow for her raw but for her boots.

'' I 'll teach you to use my brother so ill ! '' I snapped and to a pant from all assembled I dragged her to the court, `` calculate, we have a new scullery maid, and new sporting lady and an old lying beef, '' I snapped.

'' King John are your rather mad ? '' her female parent queried, but she was afraid now that I had a tongue and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trousers I took the lash 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 mounds in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her custody and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whiplash leaving livid red bar on her pale pink flesh.

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

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

'' beef ! '' I cried, `` Set her to process ! '' and I went inside.

'' Lord Marchington, I shall give birth you shot ! '' Marjorie 's mother informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall stimulate the police constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a slap to her weasly narrow-minded face.

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the physical body, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't pronounce her, restore 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 piteous Charlie alive long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

'' Marjorie had a substantial portion, '' the old witch explained, `` Charles pursued her ! ``

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

She shook her head, `` You do n't scare me lavatory, you 're just a boy ! '' she said sarcastically.

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the knife, `` You miserable dried up waste old witch, you made your daughter a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life-time ran faster than for twenty and Thomas More years and by the greatest of ill luck she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a tread behind 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 peeled it apart to reveal her body set up for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her greater bad luck that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the damp in that mass of curls between her legs.

I stared in disbelief, `` No ! '' she said as she stared at my bulging knickers and she said, `` No heartfelt god ! ``

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

The persuasion that I had almost speared her repulsed me but excited me and my needs were now pressing indeed but at that mo Marjorie rushed in raw crying `` Mother, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

'' Fornicating tyke, he has his mind on raping me call the 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 fathom why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to assault me, ''

'' Because she is a whore, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her cumulus heaved, her lips trembled and I grew hard watching, `` mother cocotte and baby whore, I shall cod you now, on your back lady of pleasure ! '' I snapped and I ripped my rear of tube open 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 tear me, stress me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and frame her down beside her mother and I sought to mount her.

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took strong and I grabbed her calves and forced her knee wide apart, revealing her womb glistening in expectation like the most wanton whore.

Her holy terror saved her, her womb lubricated itself in fear and with that fear I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fists until with her resistivity fading and as her screaming became son of a bitch of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my assault continued it was alarm that Marjorie expressed.

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

'' He raped you child, '' the mother averred as she pulled her ruined wearing apparel around herself, `` He raped you. ``

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

'' You must decide, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly ingest him hung under the portion. ``

'' I apologise ladies, that was inexcusable, '' I said as I eased my member from Marjorie 's warm moist womb.

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

'' Forget John Constable, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far speculative than he in their centre, '' she admitted and she pulled her rupture clothing around her again and went to her cupboard to seek Sir Thomas More clothing.

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

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

'' But you made bang to me '' she snapped.

'' That was fornication not have a go at it, why I might train more pleasure from a sheep 's dickhead than your uterus were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, 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 chamber still attired in naught but her long the boot and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the charge, you shall go entirely naked, '' 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 whole naked I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, fetch the stable chap, '' I ordered, `` See, no Sir Thomas More need for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fear now as the lads came running.

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

'' Exactly, now who shall serve my kept woman and who shall be dismissed ? '' I asked.

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' Sodomite eh ? '' I asked.

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

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

The maids were watching, Bessie and Milly were still sore about their under area as one lad stepped forward, `` I should be honoured gentlewoman, '' he said.

'' right field, in the horse trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` fifty I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink risky than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall persist plebeian, at eight each morning time you shall all bathe here, I shall take additional bowl and baths brought and you shall all be clean and smart. ''

'' Oooh, '' sortie exclaimed, `` We have to bathe Patience, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' postponement hard, '' I said, but the stable lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the completely throng were disrobed.

'' detention heavy I say, '' I repeated but my study had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but subject area 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 vertebral column he claimed her by driving his solidly erect member mysterious inside her.

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

'' None, they have made fools of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to create order from indiscipline by discipline and all I have brought is adultery. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall press James Cook for that stable hand 's affections, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

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

'' Do n't take down 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 rejoin to soldiering, '' I declared.

'' And provide this den of fornication to thrive and fan out ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

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

'' Leave them to their pleasures, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us verbalise, '' she suggested.

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

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

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

'' Then I have not the strength to prevent 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 handmaid was indulging in criminal conversation, indeed cook had members in her uterus and ass hole and in her mouthpiece all at the Saami time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' ejaculate, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` Take your delight if you must, then perhaps you should bring back to the army, mother can seem after the estate of the realm. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I said and I hoisted her up in my weapon system, `` Discreetly. ``

'' And have the ale casks brought out so they are all so drunken that by 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 joy, she spread her ramification wide and even held the lips to her womb open for my incoming and being moist I speared her with the bang-up ease, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the heat of your bureau, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a dwell bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me joy I am sure to crush your nipple against my blockade chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and repose my defenseless breast against her tender 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 button came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her cervix to give her a lovemaking collation for all to see as my cream bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cyder and ale so all might become incapably drunk.

Her female parent came to talk when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in bootleg as ever, `` John, '' she said, `` This ravishing my daughter will not do ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was just in time for two static cuss had her spread-eagled on the pale yellow and were about to ravish her.

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

'' Yes my nobleman ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my side, `` Drink up blighter, '' I said
, `` drinkable and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the servant were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a handmaiden 's smock and together we carved a volaille cook had roasted earlier and we ate chicken and bread for our supper.

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

'' You never spent the dark with Prince Charles ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

'' Then I shall score allowances, '' I agreed, `` So shall we fix to your bed or mine ? ``

'' I shall bear my portion, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` jumper cable on, '' and I lit candles 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 sheets and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my arms, pausing only to spoil out the candles.

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

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

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did question how their appendages might palpate inside me. ``

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my chief to draw close her neck, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her pile I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my appendage and I felt her scout him to her uterus, I eased myself back and then forward to get in her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her drizzle entrails, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then recite me I excite you like a good fancy woman should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your mother or an ostler 's backside. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a mother I 'll contribute 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 ointment from my balls and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her eyes tightly in denial, `` No ! ``

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an conformable 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 roam me aside. ``

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

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

'' And be useable should I require a whore ? '' I asked.

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

'' clasp 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 hands cold ? '' and she grasped my fellow member, he stirred instantly.

'' You play a grave plot gentlewoman, '' I whispered and I rolled over to hide her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So hold me, '' she said, `` Give me some sign that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are zippo but a whore ! ``

'' Then I shall away to my own room ! '' she insisted but she remained below me.

'' But a charming fancy woman, '' I suggested.

'' You were Sceloporus occidentalis enough to stop the handmaiden abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not get it in your marrow to love me ? ``

'' hush charwoman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the bit, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the lovingness of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in primeval inherent aptitude of what would cause me to spill my seminal fluid promptly but shortly her gage departed her and her desires took commission and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

There was naught to be said, I ran my fingers through her hair and I fell into a most contented sopor.

I woke in the gray of dawn, she was staring at me, `` It will not do, '' she said, `` I deserve to be loved I need love ! ``

'' On your back woman of the street I have indigence, '' 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 back and spread the way to your uterus that I may possess you.

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

'' You please me, '' I reminded her, `` But I do not tell lies easily. ``

'' Then take me for I own my womb craves your intrusion, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared open 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 words my Almighty, conduct me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' ma'am ! '' 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 pity sake make me an go ! ``

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

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

'' Or tie you and have your mother for my whore, '' I offered.

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

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

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

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