Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If accuracy be told I was dreading my comeback to Marchington Radclyffe Hall, my brother Charlemagne the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from divine service overseas to superintend his demesne, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as glacial an ice maiden over as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the utter model for any artist wishing to draw a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an iniquity manner to match, and in addition there was a decay mansion, dilapidated demesne, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles the Bald'diminutive daughter, oh and play debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the altogether depressing fateful edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the duty weighed heavily upon my shoulder, I had been abroad in the army for days and had no realize notion of how one keeps discipline among servant when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employ, one might suffer the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon blast, for one might see the quilt of the canyon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the flash of the blade, the quiver of the charge, thundering Forth with the flailing hooves and straining muscle of the sawbuck, snorting and bellowing as he charges the course, cavalry sword against musket ball, sinew against physical body, grape shot against muscle, charging on as one familiar lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far unsound than I imagined, the class 's closed carriage which collected me off the mail charabanc was lousy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horse cavalry were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were to the full of dirt.

The household were assembled for my review at the straw man porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud belching with every time, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform noted by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was nursing bottle green in hue and not mildew on black like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm script, Binks, by epithet though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaid, sortie, May and longanimity, carefully selected for their sovereign vileness I assumed, though the severe cut of their whisker and fat corpulent paunch did much to enhance the impression, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her intimation when I inspected her as I always inspected my flock, and of course there was Milly the scullery amah and Bessie the under cook not to advert the platoon of layabout who inhabited the horse barn posing as groom and stable hands while playing put-on and idling their daytime away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as lady Marjorie and that old witch of a female parent looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the planetary house, `` My dear Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so sorry. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I said noon, it is now twenty dollar bill six moment after high noon, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon time. ``

Her female parent spoke up. `` It 's cook 's fault, '' the old beldame lied. `` We told her. ``

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

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

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

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

'' That madam is what is damage with this house, with this estate, no subject field ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, clean uniforms, pick bayonets, light shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are incorrectly, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between master key and servants and the servants are winning and I do believe it is time for us to take a firm pedestal, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall take the flagellation ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not whip the servants, '' the female parent snapped.

'' Very well, then get together the staff before the chief stairway and I shall deal them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the Vanessa Bell pulling and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a doorbell clanged one-half heartedly in the servant 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to address the household, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the independent staircase. ``

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

'' I am lord Marchington now, and do n't you forget it ! '' I snapped.

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

'' Very military Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' 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 witch asked.

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

It was a wasteland of debris and neglect and did my humour no party favour, and I watched from the window for a moment as the house sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

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

'' You are the most slovenly rout it has been my bad luck to command, '' 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 stark transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crew and mounted the pram, its says much for the staff 's loafing that my luggage was still aboard the pram and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge nub pie and tankard of something John Brown and probably alcoholic.

To his course credit the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could afford the doorway for me, `` To Trentham township and do n't spare the Equus caballus, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened 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 sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very satisfactory break-fast I strolled uselessly about the Ithiel Town until predictably enough the baby carriage arrived twenty minutes after the clip we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a surfeit of behind farm go-cart along the way.

The predictably pestiferous posture clattered along disreputably decent 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 cause and halted before the nominal head stair, and between them they set the carriage steps down and accumulate my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an betterment in any other expanse then I failed to notice it, though at least the stave were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to scrutinise them one by one, Mr Belcher the Samuel Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a foul jacket, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt arm, from portering, his shoes in indigence of a shine, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the bedchamber maid, Sally and forbearance, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was Captain James Cook, and spoilt of all her hands were filthy.

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

I made a listing. `` Sack or whiplash ? '' I asked Belcher.

'' What do you think of sir ? '' he asked.

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

'' Then I shall shoot my leave, '' he said.

'' Then go ! '' said I `` Sir Martin Frobisher, you are butler now, any doubt ? ''

'' 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.

'' unspoiled man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't stand there open mouthed, you 'll catch a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a undecomposed case if you 're to be under Butler Binks, '' I informed the untested man, `` And you must use more scoop and less perfume, I told the bedchamber maids, who smiled awkwardly.

'' paper bag or cilium ? '' I asked the cook.

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

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

'' Keep your cakehole 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 bathe child, '' I said.

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

'' Just two lash then, gentle ones, '' I offered, `` This sentence. ``

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

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

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

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

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

'' I 'll whip you in a instant, '' I snapped back.

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

'' You have done zippo to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, eyelash or sack ? ``

'' I have done nothing untimely, and I have nowhere to go, '' she said.

'' goodness cilium it is, fantabulous, see Belcher off the premises Frobisher and I 'll see you all in the court by the kitchen after luncheon, '' 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, `` dame said the guest 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 girls ravished after whippings. '' she averred.

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fear, '' I insisted, `` Pray crook over the bed and put up your doll. ``

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

'' lease a 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.

Luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more toothsome than athletic field rations it hardly equalled the criterion of the officers mess at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house custody to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east side of the sign and was the area between the walled garden and the business firm with the stalls at one end and a rampart with just a modest wooden door to the Dixie, approach being through the swell oaken doorway at the compass north by the stable, and the whole on the unit secluded from prying eyes and one by one the handmaid assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my idea eye the mounting stone's throw whereby a woman in crinolines might bestride her Equus caballus side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

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

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

'' state me more ? '' I suggested.

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

'' Thrash her hide ! '' Marjorie 's female parent screamed.

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hired hand the whiplash to Marjorie 's female parent before I returned to make, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the vertebral column of her skirt high over her head to reveal her soiled dirty once White person cotton underwear.

'' You lying minuscule bitch, '' Marjorie 's female parent snarled as she grabbed Cook tortuous Pantaloon and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too cleanse backside, `` Liar ! '' she said as she raised the party whip and slashed it across the fat boated Captain James Cook fat bloated backside.

White textile, pink peel and a stringent John Brown bud of a womanly ass muddle were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and soupcon of blood to the picture as the Captain James Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` VII, eight nine, '' the old enchantress counted, `` 15, '' and she was tiring, her eyebrow sudation as her unaccustomed exertions in her many level of underthings beneath her calamitous gown.

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

'' Swack, '' the whiplash slashed the James Cook fat ass ten sentence harder than the old witch managed and the cook shrieked in dismay, 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 halt and the cook raised herself up pulled up her Pantaloon and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirt 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 afford none sir. ``

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

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirts, she too was unornamented beneath her wench and her young unplucked Virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite surely that I blushed.

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

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

'' Binks, ten of the safe lad, '' I ordered and invited him to step 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 charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a simple object lesson. '' I ordered as my uncomfortableness became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to try the Captain James Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen story sobbing.

'' What did you imply about madam Marjorie ? '' I asked.

'' Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his material and my turkey baster to get that kid, your brother was n't zippo but a sod ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' John the Divine ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A harlot, a filthy tart, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the persuasion of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass maw 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 prostitute, well you can realize your panel and lodging on your back ! '' I cried.

'' John the Divine in law I am your sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's tit, her rim seemed inviting, her oculus now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll instruct you to wander Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my digit among the button upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the Andrew D. White cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound bosom, it was a consequence for me to rip the fabric down off her berm and on down to her waist, the kitchen tongue were drying on the draining circuit card so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her boob bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the dressing around her titty, and pulled away the torn cover and then as her backbone was bared I cut the lacings of her stays and then I cut down between her hind end and the fabric fell away to leave her naked but for her boots.

'' I 'll learn you to use my pal so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` bet, we have a new scullery maid, and new whore and an old lying bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite an mad ? '' her mother 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 land and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trouser I took the 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 agglomerate in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her paw and the mamilla on her hammock which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red streak on her pale pink flesh.

'' Marjorie hold open your expression ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through fingers saving her aspect so I whipped her between her legs.

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

'' gripe ! '' I cried, `` Set her to cultivate ! '' and I went inside.

'' Godhead Marchington, I shall give birth you shot ! '' Marjorie 's female parent informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall bear the Constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a smack to her weasly contract face.

'' How, '' I demanded, `` Why ? Why did he die by his own helping 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 flesh, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't label her, restitute 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 pitiful Charlie alive long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for aliveness ! ``

'' Marjorie had a real dowry, '' the old witch explained, `` Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles pursued her ! ``

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

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

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the knife, `` You miserable dried up barren old Wiccan, you made your girl a woman of the street ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran fast than for twenty and more days and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a gait behind and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her rachis from neck opening to hem and peeled it apart to let on her body ready for whipping.

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

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

I held myself in tick somehow, `` You are indeed wickedness ! '' I snapped and I turned on my cad and strode away.

The persuasion that I had almost speared her repulsed me but excited me and my penury 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 constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all gloss of propriety.

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

'' Oh who can fathom why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to outrage me, ''

'' Because she is a woman of the street, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her pile heaved, her lips trembled and I grew gruelling watching, `` female parent whore and babe whore, I shall ride you now, on your backbone whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my rear of tube open scattering clitoris 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 deplumate me, strain me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and stray 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 calfskin and forced her knees wide apart, revealing her uterus glistening in expectation like the most loose whore.

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

'' Too solid ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my emollient among her parts she said, `` Oh I am on fire, Mama, 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 mamma ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must decide, '' the female parent explained, `` You can hardly have him attend under the circumstances. ``

'' I apologise Lady, that was inexcusable, '' I said as I eased my appendage from Marjorie 's warmly moist womb.

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

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

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

'' Why serve as my lady of pleasure ! '' I snapped, `` No you cuckolded my comrade you shall serve my staff. ``

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

'' That was fornication not hump, why I might take Thomas More joy from a sheep 's mother fucker than your uterus were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, let the faculty delight their new mistress. ``

'' No ! '' she wailed, `` I can not go like this ! '' but I dragged my knee pants around me and dragged her by the arm out of the bed chamber still attired in zippo but her longsighted iron boot and then I saw she was correct.

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

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the shank 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 ostlers, fetch the horse barn gent, '' I ordered, `` See, no 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 schoolmistress ! '' said one.

'' Exactly, now who shall service my mistress and who shall be dismissed ? '' I asked.

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' sodomist eh ? '' I asked.

'' Indeed not ! '' he said, `` I shall save myself for union. ``

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

The maiden were watching, Bessie and Milly were still sore about their nether regions as one lad stepped forward, `` I should be honoured lady, '' he said.

'' right, in the horse trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` 50 I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink worse than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain plebeian, at eight each morning time you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional troughs and baths brought and you shall all be strip and smart. ''

'' Oooh, '' Sally exclaimed, `` We have to bathe forbearance, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' Hold laborious, '' I said, but the stable blighter were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the whole throng were disrobed.

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

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my all over repugnance Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her vertebral column he claimed her by driving his solidly erect fellow member abstruse 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 push cook for that horse barn paw 's affections, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

'' No, remain 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 hark back to soldiering, '' I declared.

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

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

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

'' Talk, I just stripped you nude and ravished you ? '' I reminded her, `` What do you think utter ? ``

'' Talk, about the hereafter and how on globe we stop word of this getting abroad 50 you become a laughing strain, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the strong point 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 servant was indulging in fornication, indeed 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 your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should deliver to the army, Mother can take care 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 head is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all confusedness, I need comfort, I need a whore ! ``

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

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

'' And have the ale caskful brought out so they are all so bibulous 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 pleasure, she spread her wooden leg wide and even held the backtalk to her womb open for my entranceway and being moist I speared her with the capital repose, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning char, '' I assured her, `` And a lying squawk and a cuckold, but it will give me delight I am sure to shell your pap against my bared breast, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under singlet and pose my defenseless chest against her warm teats.

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

My release came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her cervix to cave in her a love morsel for all to see as my ointment bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might go incapably drunk.

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

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

'' No of row not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not believe she cuckolded your blood brother, '' she said, `` They were never hubby and married woman, he sodomised all sorts of tykes and vagabonds and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handle of a spoonful and his semen yes, but his penis no, '' she explained.

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

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

I was just in sentence for two stable cuss had her spread-eagled on the wheat and were about to ravish her.

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

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

dark 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 chicken Cook had roasted earlier and we ate chicken and loot for our supper.

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

'' You never spent the Nox with Charles VII ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

'' Then I shall make up valuation reserve, '' I agreed, `` So shall we reanimate to your bed or mine ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did inquire how their outgrowth might experience inside me. ``

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my pass to nose 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 member and I felt her guide him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to insert her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moisten viscera, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell apart me I excite you like a good prostitute should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet Pisces the Fishes or I might as well poke your female parent or an ostler 's rear. ``

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

'' See, keep out your rantings, '' I declared.

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

'' You 're damned slopped for a mother I 'll give 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 emollient from my balls and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her eyes tightly in defense, `` 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 regorge 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 sick me aside. ``

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

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

'' And be uncommitted should I command a whore ? '' I asked.

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

'' wait 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 helping hand cold ? '' and she grasped my member, he stirred instantly.

'' You play a severe game madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

'' So 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, `` Come, use me. ``

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

'' And do you feel the want ? '' she asked.

I aimed my humanity at her mildness in the iniquity and pressed him base, `` Yes, '' I said quietly.

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

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

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

'' But a charming lady of pleasure, '' I suggested.

'' You were swift enough to break off the handmaiden abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not come up it in your fondness to love me ? ``

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us enjoy the moment, '' and I gently plowed her in the swarthiness and the fondness of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would cause me to spill my seed promptly but shortly her senses departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

There was nothing to be said, I ran my finger's breadth through her hair and I fell into a most contented eternal rest.

I woke in the greyness of break of day, she was staring at me, `` It will not do, '' she said, `` I deserve to be loved I need sleep with ! ``

'' On your back whore I have needs, '' I replied.

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

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

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

'' You please me, '' I reminded her, `` But I do not severalize 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 heart-to-heart 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 speech my lord, take 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 appendage 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 St. John the Apostle ! '' she said, `` For commiseration sake realize me an offer ! ``

'' I shall get hitched with your mother and have you for my whore, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or marry you and stimulate your mother for my working girl, '' I offered.

'' I shall arrange 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 fry, '' she said, `` She may swear out then ! ``

'' I have no need of your mother, '' I insisted, `` Now come here ! '' I said and pulled her down so I might osculate her lips and thus I possessed her utterly .