Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If Sojourner Truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington G. Stanley Hall, my sidekick Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles the fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his tomb before I found myself dragged from servicing overseas to superintend his estate, though in accuracy it was no longer his but mine.

He left his pricey wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her female parent Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wish to depict a beldame as ever walked abroad, and with an evil personal manner to touch, and in addition there was a collapse mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles II'tiny daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male person heir the totally depressing disastrous building descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the United States Army for years and had no clear notion of how one keeps discipline among servants when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employment, one might have the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the totally enterprise 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 blink of an eye of the vane, the thrill of the complaint, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinew of the sawbuck, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, sabre against musket Ball, sinew against physique, grapeshot slam against muscle, charging on as ace fellows lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far big than I imagined, the family 's closed stroller which collected me off the mail service coach was lousy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journeying chattering to his sentry duty who sat beside him whereas he should make been keeping a watch behind for drifter, the horses were filthy, the governance tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full moon of dirt.

The household 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 belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under Butler, resplendent in a undifferentiated notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottleful green in hue and not mold on black like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might hold been a farm hired hand, Binks, by figure though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were fille de chambre, Sally, May and patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the stern cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and good with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my flock, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of idlers who inhabited the horse barn posing as ostlers and stable bridge player while playing pranks and idling their days 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 planetary house, `` My dear Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so sorry. ``

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

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` Mama says you should regress my dowry. ``

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

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

'' I said twelve noon, it is now twenty six proceedings after midday, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon time. ``

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

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

'' Well we told Bessie to order 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 wolf, these are our servants and we do not whip our handmaiden ! ``

'' That gentlewoman is what is wrong with this household, with this land, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, sporty uniforms, clean bayonets, fair shaven saucy soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between professional and servant and the servants are winning and I do conceive it is time for us to take a firm bandstand, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall necessitate the whipping ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not whip the servant, '' the mother snapped.

'' Very well, then assemble the stave before the main stairway and I shall plow them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the Alexander Graham Bell pull 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 direct the household, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the briny stairway. ``

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

'' I am Creator Marchington now, and do n't you leave it ! '' I snapped.

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

'' Very military Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' John Roy Major, ah in fact I am a police lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reservation, '' 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 elbow room in father 's time.

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

I gave them a few bit before I went to the head of the steps, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` Squad, tending ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my ill 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 complete translation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crew and mounted the carriage, its says much for the stave 's idleness that my luggage was still aboard the stroller and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something Robert Brown and probably alky.

To his mention the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the doorway for me, `` To Trentham Town and do n't spare the horse cavalry, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the crest, eschewing the chance to drop the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened cheeks and sizable bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself various shillings and probably a bout of the boater disease into the bargain.

The morn 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 carriage arrived twenty minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a oversupply of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably soiled go-cart clattered along disreputably decent keeping me tolerably dry if not clean and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This metre footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the strawman footprint, and between them they set the carriage steps down and gather up my bagful, this at to the lowest degree was an advance, but otherwise if there was an melioration in any early orbit then I failed to detect it, though at least the staff 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 lousy cap, Frobisher the under Samuel Butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his horseshoe in motivation of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Saint Matthew the Apostle Binks the footman a bare boy, the chamber amah, crack and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery amah and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was Captain Cook, and worst of all her deal were filthy.

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

I made a inclination. `` release or thong ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

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

'' Then I shall take 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 overlord. ``

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

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

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

'' You need a better causa if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the younger man, `` And you must use more easy lay and less scent, I told the bedroom maid, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

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

'' keep back your trap shut, '' James Cook snorted.

'' whip or dismiss ? '' 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 lads should certainly tarnish me if I did n't reek sir ! '' she said honestly.

'' Just two lashes then, pacify ace, '' I offered, `` This time. ``

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

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Good lash it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premises 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 guest room sir. ``

'' Really, your eyelash madam, would you prefer twenty here in individual or ten in the courtyard ? '' 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 reverence, '' I insisted, `` Pray curve over the bed and raise your wench. ``

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

'' remove a week to secure another office 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 adequate, if greatly more palatable than subject field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the officers mess at Catesby, and then after lunch I ordered the house hold to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the due east side of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a wall with just a mild wooden door to the south, access being through the great oaken door at the north by the stables, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the servant 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 saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

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

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

'' say me more ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hand the whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to fake, 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 back of her doll high over her read/write head to reveal her bemire filthy once Andrew D. White cotton underwear.

'' You lying slight squawk, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed James Cook voluminous pantaloon and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too clean backside, `` liar ! '' she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cook fat bloated backside.

White cloth, pink hide and a miserly brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the party whip flashed adding red stripes and specks of bloodline to the scene as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` Fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow perspiration as her unaccustomed elbow grease in her many stratum of underthings beneath her disgraceful gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your tour, '' I called sweetly, `` kick upstairs your skirts and lower your pantaloons if you please Bessie. ``

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

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

Milly too bent over the footstep and raised her doll, she too was bare beneath her annulus and her young unplucked Virgin uterus peeked innocently out below her sweet unswayed brown budded ass hollow and I felt my sap rising, stretching my appendage and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

'' Never psyche, just bend over the footstep. '' 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 unspoiled lad, '' I ordered and invited him to ill-use forward, he stared.

'' Never seen a miss 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 hindquarters, `` Enough, she just needs a simple lesson. '' I ordered as my discomfort became vivid, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to assay the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen base sobbing.

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

'' Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my Turkey tacker to get that kid, your 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 hold 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 ! ``

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A woman of the street, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the sentiment of a whore, I wanted Milly 's balmy succulent ass mess around my puff up extremity 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 panel 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 whore 's breast, her sassing seemed inviting, her center now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll teach you to cheat Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my finger's breadth among the clit upon her tightly buttoned shoe collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound tit, it was a instant for me to rip the material down off her shoulders and on down to her waistline, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the bindings around her breasts, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her binding was bared I cut the beating of her girdle and then I cut down between her derriere and the framework fell away to leave her nude but for her boots.

'' I 'll teach you to use my brother so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the court, `` expect, we have a new scullery amah, and new working girl and an old lying bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her female parent question, 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 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 mounds in place, mounds as she tried to comprehend them with her hands and the mammilla on her knoll which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the lash leaving bloodless red streak on her pallid pink flesh.

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

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

'' cunt ! '' I cried, `` Set her to work ! '' and I went inside.

'' Lord Marchington, I shall possess you shot ! '' Marjorie 's mother informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall consume the Constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a smacking to her weasly narrow 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 spirit of a nun for a future tense, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all, '' the female parent said, `` So do n't judge her, reinstate 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 save poor Charlie alert long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

I followed barely a pace tush 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 strip down it apart to disclose her soundbox prepare for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no lash and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her greater misfortune that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the dampness 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 check somehow, `` You are indeed malefic ! '' I snapped and I turned on my heel and strode away.

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

'' Fornicating tyke, he has his intellect 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 ravish me, ''

'' Because she is a whore, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her sassing trembled and I grew hard watching, `` female parent whore and babe bawd, I shall mount you now, on your backrest whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches give scattering clit widely until my process was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not violate me, it is too big, you will tear me, deform me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and cast her down beside her mother and I sought to rise her.

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

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in veneration and with that reverence I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fist until with her resistivity fading and as her screaming became sobs 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 pick among her parts she said, `` Oh I am on fire, Mama, he has ruined me ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Why serve as my whore ! '' I snapped, `` No you cuckolded my buddy you shall process my stave. ``

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

'' That was fornication not make out, why I might take more pleasance from a sheep 's arsehole than your womb 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 prospicient flush and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the flush, 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 completely naked I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the stableman, bring in the stalls lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no to a greater extent motivation for wenching, I have a lady of pleasure for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fright now as the lads came running.

'' But sir, she is our fancy woman ! '' 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.

'' Sodomite eh ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' right, in the horse gutter and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` Lest I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink worse than sawhorse, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional gutter and baths brought and you shall all be clean and smart. ''

'' Oooh, '' crack exclaimed, `` We have to bathe longanimity, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' clutch hard, '' I said, but the stable fellow were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was cognizant the unharmed throng were disrobed.

'' Hold hard I say, '' I repeated but my discipline had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but discipline had broken entirely and suddenly it seemed everyone was disrobing.

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my dispatch horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her cover he claimed her by driving his solidly erect member deep 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 make order from indiscipline by discipline and all I have brought is adultery. ``

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

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

'' Do n't put down yourself, '' she said but there was none to liken with Marjorie now they were disrobed, and her hammock were freed from their bindings.

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

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

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

'' Leave them to their joy, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

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

'' talk, about the future and how on dry land we stop Holy Writ of this getting abroad lest you become a express joy stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the lastingness 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 retainer was indulging in criminal conversation, indeed cook had members in her womb and ass fix and in her mouthpiece all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' seminal fluid, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` take up your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should return to the USA, mother can see 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 confusion, I need comfort, I need a sporting lady ! ``

'' Then I am surely 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 casks brought out so they are all so drunken that by morning time 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 fourth dimension there was no resistance, she allowed me to take my pleasure, she spread her stage across-the-board and even held the lip to her womb open for my entry and being moist I speared her with the big informality, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning char, '' I assured her, `` And a dwell bitch and a cuckold, but it will pass me delight I am sure to crush your mamilla against my bared bureau, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under undershirt and position my naked chest against her tender teats.

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

My sacking came more gently this prison term, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to hand her a making love bite for all to see as my cream bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get George Herbert Mead and cider and ale so all might go incapably drunk.

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

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

'' No of path not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not conceive she cuckolded your comrade, '' she said, `` They were never husband and wife, he sodomised all sorts of tykes and drifter and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

'' But she had relation 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 idea is made up, now leave me before I ravish you likewise. ``

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

I was just in time for two stable cub had her rout on the straw and were about to ravish her.

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

'' Yes my Jehovah ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my incline, `` wassail up sonny, '' I said
, `` drinking and be merry. ``

nighttime was falling, the servants were too drunken to cook a meal and so I had Marjorie don a servant 's smock and together we carved a chicken James 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 Night with Carolus ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` lede on, '' and I lit standard candle from the kitchen ardour 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 canvas and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my branch, 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 part you with those sonny boy. ``

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did wonder how their process might feel 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 head to nuzzle her cervix, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her down I kissed her lips.

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

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then severalize 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 behind. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned blotto for a mother I 'll give you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my appendage and seemingly milked my emollient 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 eye tightly in 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 cast me aside. ``

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an accordant 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 roll 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 usable should I ask 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 control you, '' she replied, `` Are my hands cold ? '' and she grasped my member, he stirred instantly.

'' You play a dangerous game brothel keeper, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' But a charming bawd, '' I suggested.

'' You were swift enough to stop the servant abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not find it in your spunk to bang me ? ``

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

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

There was zilch to be said, I ran my fingers through her hair and I fell into a most content sleep.

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

'' On your back lady of pleasure I have needs, '' I replied.

'' No, not until you admit you bonk 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.

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

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

'' Then take me for I own my uterus craves your violation, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared subject 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 word my lord, charter 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 sporting lady for I am not paying, '' I insisted, `` Indeed you should pay me for the privellage. ``

'' Please Saint John ! '' she said, `` For compassion sake make me an offer ! ``

'' I shall espouse your female parent and have you for my tart, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or marry you and have your mother for my lady of pleasure, '' I offered.

'' I shall arrange it, '' she said, `` female parent deserves some felicity ! ''

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

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

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