Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If verity be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles Stuart the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his tomb before I found myself dragged from divine service overseas to manage his the three estates, though in accuracy it was no longer his but mine.

He left his pricy married woman Marjorie, as frosty an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallow greensward, and her mother Deloretha, the everlasting manikin for any creative person wishing to depict a crone as ever walked abroad, and with an evilness manner to couple, and in addition there was a crumble mansion, dilapidated estate of the realm, depleted lacuna and by some miracle Charles'tiny daughter, oh and play debts, in the bod of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the wholly depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no sack up whimsy of how one keeps field of study among servant when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employ, one might bear the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the hassock of the canyon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life sentence, the Cavalry, the news bulletin of the blade, the thrill of the care, thundering Forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the sawbuck, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line of reasoning, saber against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape shot against muscle, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in demise, that 's what I gave up for Marchington G. Stanley Hall and the kinfolk name.

It was tough far worse than I imagined, the mob 's close down perambulator which collected me off the ring armor coach was nasty and ill maintained, the driver spent the journeying chattering to his sentry go who sat beside him whereas he should let been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the sawhorse were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full moon of dirt.

The household were assembled for my review at the figurehead porch, Mr Belcher the pantryman, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under Butler, resplendent in a unvarying famous by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle green in hue and not mildew on fateful like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hired hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Saint Matthew the Apostle, and there were fille de chambre, sortie, May and patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the dangerous cut of their tomentum and fat corpulent abdomen 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 grade 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 hostler and stable manus while playing trick and idling their days away.

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

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

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` Mama says you should take back my portion. ``

'' 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 elbow room beside the drawing room.

'' I said noon, it is now twenty six minutes after twelve noon, '' I explained patiently, `` dejeuner time. ``

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

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

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

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

'' St. John ! '' the old witch snapped, `` This is England, we are not barbarian, these are our servant and we do not whip our servants ! ``

'' That madam is what is wrong with this family, with this estate, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` field, plumb uniforms, white bayonets, clean-living shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between masters and servants and the servants are winning and I do trust it is meter for us to involve a firm sales booth, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

'' Very well, then set up the staff before the primary staircase and I shall address them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the Bell puff 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 address the household, '' I announced, `` Please piece them before the main staircase. ``

'' But it is staff lunchtime Mr St. John the Apostle, '' he said tiresomely.

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

'' declivity them in and that 's an society, '' I snapped.

'' Very military sea captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

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

It was a barren of detritus and carelessness and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the window for a mo as the house sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

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

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

I went down and pushed through the assembled bunch and mounted the baby buggy, its says much for the stave 's idleness that my luggage was still aboard the bearing and the squad of knight still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a immense meat pie and tankard of something Brown University and probably boozer.

To his acknowledgment 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 town and do n't spare the horse cavalry, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and duck's egg, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened face and ample embrace and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several Somalian shilling and probably a bout of the boater 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 carriage arrived twenty min after the clock time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to possess been a surfeit of easy farm carts along the way.

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

This time footman and under Butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front gradation, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to discover 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 Samuel Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a dirty shirt under a foul jacket, Frobisher the under Samuel Butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his brake shoe in need of a effulgence, his threadbare shirt and trouser tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a bare boy, the chamber maidservant, quip and longanimity, 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 worst of all her helping hand were filthy.

Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, was as straitlaced and just as ever though slightly sot with her liking for whiskey, and looking on were Marjorie and her mother.

I made a lean. `` poke or whiplash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

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

'' Then I shall lead my leave-taking, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

'' soundly man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't stand there subject mouthed, you 'll hitch a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better suit if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the untested man, `` And you must use more soap and less fragrance, I told the chamber housemaid, who smiled awkwardly.

'' liberation or eyelash ? '' 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 trap shut, '' Cook snorted.

'' thong 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 child, '' I said.

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

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

'' On my mitt 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 dismissal, '' I asked.

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

'' Lord Marchington you are mad ! '' Marjorie 's female parent snapped.

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

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

'' You have done nil to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, lash or shift ? ``

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

'' Good cilium 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 client room sir. ``

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

'' The courtyard, I have seen too many little girl ravished after whippings. '' she averred.

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

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

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

'' Take a week to stop up another position before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the root word of the room being unprepared.

luncheon was adequate, if greatly more toothsome than field rations it hardly equalled the measure of the ship's officer plenty at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house hold 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 mansion with the stable at one end and a rampart with just a pocket-sized wooden room access to the southward, entree being through the keen oaken door at the north by the stables, and the unit on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the handmaid assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting gradation whereby a woman in crinoline might mount her horse face saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a tanning stool.

'' So fix 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 lash me, of there 's anyone you should it 's her, '' she pointed at Marjorie, `` And her bitch of a mother, scheming beef the pair of them. ''

'' Tell me to a greater extent ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hired man the whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high over her oral sex to reveal her soiled nasty once Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton fiber underwear.

'' You lying footling bitch, '' Marjorie 's female parent snarled as she grabbed Captain James Cook copious pantaloons and dragged them down her wooden leg revealing a none too sportsmanlike backside, `` liar ! '' she said as she raised the lash and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

White fabric, pink skin and a tight brown bud of a feminine ass hole were revealed to all as the whiplash flashed adding red stripes and soupcon of blood to the fit as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` seven, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` Fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow diaphoresis as her unaccustomed sweat in her many level of underthings beneath her total darkness 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 party whip slashed the James Cook fat ass ten clock time harder than the old witch managed and the cook shrieked in alarm, then she screamed and as the whiplash descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a check and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your act, '' I called sweetly, `` get up your dame and miserable your pantaloons 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 rump just once with the palm of my left hand, `` Now go away and necessitate heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the tone and raised her skirts, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her untested unplucked Virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap ascent, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

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

'' She 's Gospel According to Matthew 's looker sir, maybe he could chastise her ? '' he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

'' Binks, ten of the undecomposed lad, '' I ordered and invited him to pace 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 flush ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her croup, `` Enough, she just needs a simple deterrent example. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the James Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

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

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

'' I suspected as a great deal, '' I said, `` So she cuckolded him ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' whoremonger ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the sentiment of a whore, I wanted Milly 's cushy succulent ass hole around my conceited member but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the traitorous cuckold, a whore.

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

'' You 're just a filthy cyprian, well you can earn your gameboard and lodging on your back ! '' I cried.

'' John in law I am your sis ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a cocotte 's boob, her brim seemed inviting, her oculus 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 buttons upon her tightly buttoned neckband and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound tit, it was a moment for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulder joint and on down to her waist, the kitchen tongue 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 ski binding around her breasts, and pulled away the torn back and then as her back was bared I cut the thrashing of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the textile fell away to leave her naked but for her boots.

'' I 'll instruct 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 amah, and new whore and an old fabrication squawk, '' I snapped.

'' toilet are your quite mad ? '' her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a tongue and she shrank back in reverence but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the reason and thrusting the knife in the girdle 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 hammock in stead, mounds as she tried to embrace them with her helping hand and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the lash leaving black-and-blue red bar on her pale pink flesh.

'' Marjorie save your face ! '' her female parent 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 stand it ! '' and she rolled in the mud again.

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

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

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old hag said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the aliveness of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all, '' the female parent said, `` So do n't judge her, regenerate 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 celebrate poor Charlie awake long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

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

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

She shook her head, `` You do n't scare off me trick, 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 working girl ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her aliveness ran faster than for XX and More years 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 dorsum from neck opening to hem and strip it apart to expose her physical structure ready for whipping.

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

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

I held myself in impediment somehow, `` You are indeed evil ! '' 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 want were now pressing indeed but at that instant Marjorie rushed in bare 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 color 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 fancy woman, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her hummock heaved, her lips trembled and I grew toilsome watching, `` Mother woman of the street and baby whore, I shall razz you now, on your vertebral column whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering buttons widely until my appendage was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not rape me, it is too big, you will tear me, extend me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and couch 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-cut apart, revealing her womb glistening in expectancy like the most motiveless whore.

Her little 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 fist until with her ohmic resistance fading and as her screaming became asshole of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my assault continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too hard ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her component she said, `` Oh I am on attack, mummy, 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 mummy ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must decide, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him hang up under the luck. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' That was adultery not love, why I might take Sir Thomas More delight from a sheep 's SOB than your womb were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No seed, let the faculty enjoy their new mistress. ``

'' No ! '' she wailed, `` I can not go like this ! '' but I dragged my knee breeches around me and dragged her by the arm out of the bed chamber still attired in cypher but her long boots 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 waistline and even as she struggled so I unlaced her the boot and drew them from her and then with her whole naked I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, convey the stable gent, '' I ordered, `` See, no more need for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with concern now as the laddie came running.

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

'' Exactly, now who shall serve 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 economize myself for spousal relationship. ``

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

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

'' rightfulness, in the horse trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` l I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink tough than buck, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morning time you shall all bathe here, I shall birth additional troughs 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.

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the static lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the unharmed throng were disrobed.

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

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my make out horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her book binding he claimed her by driving his solidly set up member mystifying inside her.

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

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

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall fight back Captain Cook for that static hand 's warmness, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

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

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

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

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

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

'' provide them to their pleasures, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us babble, '' she suggested.

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

'' Talk, about the future tense and how on ground we stop word of this getting abroad lest you become a express joy stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the strength to preclude 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 members in her womb and ass hole and in her mouth all at the Saame 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 devolve to the United States Army, Mother can look 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 ceremony ! ''

'' Oh, my head is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all confusion, 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 limb, `` 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 delight, she spread her legs all-inclusive and even held the lips to her womb open for my debut and being moist I speared her with the greatest ease, `` 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 cocker me ? ``

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lie kick and a cuckold, but it will fall in me pleasance I am for sure to squeeze your teats against my bared dresser, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and put down my raw breast against her warm teats.

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

My dismission came more gently this time, although I still sank my dentition into her neck to contribute her a love snack for all to see as my cream bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get Margaret Mead and cider and ale so all might become incapably drunk.

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

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

'' No of class not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not think she cuckolded your brother, '' she said, `` They were never husband and married woman, he sodomised all sorts of youngster and vagabond and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handle of a spoonful and his seeded player yes, but his fellow 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 bear on parent, but I dressed and went to check om Marjorie.

I was just in time for two horse barn gent had her spread-eagle on the straw and were about to ravish her.

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

'' Yes my Creator ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my slope, `` imbibe up lads, '' I said
, `` Drink and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the servants were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a servant 's smock and together we carved a chicken Captain 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 Charles VII ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

'' I shall take on my portion, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` steer on, '' and I lit candles from the kitchen flaming and handed her one while the former 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 blow out the candles.

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

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

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

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my header to nuzzle her neck, `` 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 appendage and I felt her template him to her uterus, I eased myself back and then forward to enter her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her drizzle viscera, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then separate me I excite you like a adept tart should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your mother or an ostler 's buttocks. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a female parent 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 cream from my clump and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her eyes tightly in self-renunciation, `` 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 agreeable to you ? '' I asked as I took the tinderbox and lit the candles.

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

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

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

'' And be available should I necessitate 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 low temperature. ``

'' 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 member, he stirred instantly.

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

'' So take 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 motive ? '' she asked.

I aimed my manhood at her fogginess in the darkness and pressed him home plate, `` 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 nothing but a woman of the street ! ``

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

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

'' You were swift enough to stop the servants abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not come up it in your heart to love me ? ``

'' hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the bit, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the warmth of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would do 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 long and pacify in building the expelling 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 fingers through her hair and I fell into a most contented sopor.

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

'' On your back whore I have needs, '' 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 spine and spread the way to your womb that I may have you.

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

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

'' Then learn me for I own my womb craves your intrusion, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared open mouthed, `` get me I say ! '' she added.

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

'' No more password my lord, carry me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' dame ! '' 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 cyprian ! '' she trilled.

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

'' Please John ! '' she said, `` For pity sake make me an go ! ``

'' I shall tie your mother and have you for my woman of the street, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or marry you and have your mother for my whore, '' 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 penury of your female parent. ``

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

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