Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If trueness be told I was dreading my tax return to Marchington residence hall, my brother Charles the Great the one-fifth power Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to manage his estate, though in the true it was no longer his but mine.

He left his good wife Marjorie, as cold an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed sod, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect mannequin for any artist wishing to picture a Wiccan as ever walked abroad, and with an evil fashion to jibe, and in addition there was a fall apart sign of the zodiac, dilapidated acres, depleted coffer and by some miracle Charles Stuart'tiny daughter, oh and gaming debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no Male heir the unscathed depressing fatal building descended upon my shoulders.

And the province weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no straighten out notion of how one keeps discipline among servants when they may simply take the air away and leave one 's employ, one might experience the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole enterprisingness more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the hassock of the canon and seek to fudge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the flash of the vane, the thrill of the bang, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining tendon of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, sabre against musket ball, sinew against anatomy, grape crack against muscle, charging on as ones young man lie writhing in Death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far uncollectible than I imagined, the family 's close carriage which collected me off the ring armour coach was filthy and ill maintained, the number one wood spent the journey chattering to his sentry go who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horses were dirty, the organisation tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of dirt.

The household were assembled for my review at the front porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of Katherine Anne Porter produced a tatty burp with every condemnation, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle cat valium 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 hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme vileness I assumed, though the grievous cut of their hair's-breadth and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright piano with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of form there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to observe the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stables posing as ostlers and stable helping hand while playing clowning and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory review only as peeress Marjorie and that old Wiccan of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the mansion, `` My dear Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so good-for-naught. ``

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

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

'' 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 six arcminute after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon clip. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's James Cook 's faulting, '' the old beldam lied. `` We told her. ``

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

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

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

'' lav ! '' the old beldame snapped, `` This is England, we are not wolf, these are our servants and we do not whip our retainer ! ``

'' That brothel keeper is what is wrong with this menage, with this estate, no subject ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, make clean uniforms, clean bayonets, unobjectionable shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

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

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

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

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the bell pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a Vanessa Stephen clanged one-half heartedly in the retainer 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to address the home, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the chief staircase. ``

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

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

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

'' Very military Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

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

It was a wasteland of dust and neglectfulness and did my temper no party favour, and I watched from the windowpane for a present moment as the family sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

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

'' You are the most slovenly riffraff 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 transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the equipage, its says much for the stave 's idleness that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the squad of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a immense center pie and tankard of something brown and probably alcoholic.

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

I dined alone at the Dog and duck, and lodged at the cap, eschewing the chance to pass the Nox with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened cheeks and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shilling and probably a turn of the leghorn 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 town until predictably enough the stroller arrived twenty min after the sentence we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a surfeit of slow farm cart along the way.

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

This time footman and under Butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the crusade and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the baby carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at to the lowest degree was an betterment, but otherwise if there was an advance in any other expanse then I failed to detect it, though at to the lowest degree the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to visit them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a filthy jacket, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his place in need of a shine, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the sleeping accommodation maid, sortie and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was Cook, and worst of all her work force were filthy.

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

I made a listing. `` dismissal or Lash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

'' whiplash 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 lord. ``

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

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

'' unspoilt 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 better wooing if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the younger man, `` And you must use More soap and less smell, I told the chamber maid, who smiled awkwardly.

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

'' You would n't make bold ! '' she scowled insolently.

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

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

'' whip 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 kid, '' I said.

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

'' Just two lashes then, entitle one, '' I offered, `` This prison term. ``

'' On my hired man 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, `` whip or sack, '' I asked.

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

'' Creator Marchington you are unhinged ! '' Marjorie 's female parent snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sir, '' she replied and hurried upstairs, `` Madam said the Edgar Albert Guest room sir. ``

'' Really, your eyelash madam, would you prefer twenty here in private or ten in the courtyard ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

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

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

'' Take a hebdomad to assure another berth before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old beldam was at the root of the elbow room being unprepared.

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

Now the courtyard was to the east side of the firm and was the area between the walled garden and the sign of the zodiac with the stables at one end and a rampart with just a humble wooden doorway to the south, access being through the great oaken room access at the N by the stables, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a fair sex in crinolines might wax her horse side saddle which was in the middle almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

'' So fake 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 female parent, scheming bitches the dyad of them. ''

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

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to bridge player the whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to manipulate, grasped a handfull of her dirty hair's-breadth and ignoring her dissent I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts eminent over her head to reveal her bemire filthy once whiten cotton underwear.

'' You lying little bitch, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed James Cook copious pantaloons 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 James Cook fat bloated backside.

White material, pink peel and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass fix were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and particle of profligate to the scene as the Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` 7, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her eyebrow perspiration as her unaccustomed exertion in her many stratum of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

'' Swack, '' the lash slashed the Captain James Cook fat ass ten times harder than the old hag managed and the James Cook shrieked in alert, then she screamed and as the whiplash descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a hitch and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your crook, '' I called sweetly, `` elevate your skirts and downhearted your pantaloons if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' well, that should make chastening prosperous, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her buttocks just once with the palm of my left deal, `` Now go away and contain paying attention. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirt, she too was publicize beneath her skirts and her young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brownness budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure as shooting that I blushed.

'' Never head, just twist over the pace. '' I suggested, and I guided her forward, `` Frobisher ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

'' smack them lad, show her who 's in charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a dewy-eyed example. '' I ordered as my soreness became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the Captain Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen flooring sobbing.

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

'' Everybody knows, her and Sir Martin Frobisher used his hooey and my turkey tacker to get that kid, your sidekick 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 clasp 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 unfeigned what Captain Cook says, '' I exclaimed and when she nodded I added, `` My god, my god you are evil ! ``

'' lavatory ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my extremity was agonised at the thought of a whore, I wanted Milly 's delicate succulent ass pickle around my swollen appendage but all there was was James Cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

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

'' You 're just a cruddy whore, well you can earn your board and lodging on your cover ! '' I cried.

'' whoremaster in law I am your sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a cocotte 's breast, her brim seemed inviting, her eyes now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll teach you to cuckold Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my fingers among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton plant away down in a vee between her tightly throttle boob, it was a moment for me to rip the textile down off her shoulder joint and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining panel so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her tit bone.

She thought it was for her chest but no, I merely cut the book binding around her white meat, and pulled away the tear bandaging and then as her dorsum was bared I cut the licking of her corset and then I cut down between her derriere and the fabric fell away to give her defenseless but for her boots.

'' I 'll teach you to use my blood brother so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery maid, and new sporting lady and an old lying bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your rather mad ? '' her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was preceding caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trousers I took the lash from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie 's back drawing blood.

'' No ! '' she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her mounds in lieu, mounds as she tried to extend them with her hands and the tit on her cumulation which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whiplash leaving black-and-blue red streaks on her picket pink flesh.

'' Marjorie preserve your brass ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to glance through finger's breadth saving her side so I whipped her between her legs.

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

'' squawk ! '' I cried, `` Set her to solve ! '' and I went inside.

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

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

'' 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 pulp, none at all, '' the female parent said, `` So do n't judge her, reestablish 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 short Charlie animated long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

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

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

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

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the tongue, `` You miserable dried up barren old witch, you made your girl a cyprian ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran faster than for twenty dollar bill and more age and by the superlative of bad luck she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace behind and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her back from neck to hem and peeled it apart to reveal her body fix for whipping.

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

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

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

The thought that I had almost speared her repulsed me but excited me and my motivation were now pressing indeed but at that consequence Marjorie rushed in au naturel crying `` mother, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

'' Fornicating tike, he has his psyche on raping me call the constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all semblance 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 woman of the street, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her backtalk trembled and I grew hard observation, `` female parent working girl and baby whore, I shall sit you now, on your binding sporting lady ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches 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 cast her shoot down beside her mother and I sought to mount her.

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took strong and I grabbed her calves and forced her knees all-embracing apart, revealing her womb glistening in prevision like the most unprovoked whore.

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

'' Too impregnable ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream 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 wearing apparel around herself, `` He raped you. ``

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

'' You must make up one's mind, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him hung under the circumstances. ``

'' I apologise Lady, that was unforgivable, '' I said as I eased my extremity from Marjorie 's tender moist womb.

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

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

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

'' Why serve as my bawd ! '' I snapped, `` No you cuckolded my comrade you shall wait on my stave. ``

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

'' That was fornication not eff, why I might shoot Thomas More delight from a sheep 's asshole than your uterus were I a Romanov. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff enjoy their new mistress. ``

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

'' Off with the rush, you shall go entirely nude, '' 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 steps and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, get the static feller, '' I ordered, `` See, no Thomas More need for wenching, I have a cyprian for you, '' Marjorie trembled with veneration now as the lads 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.

'' bugger eh ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Right, in the horse trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` Lest I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

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

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

'' clasp difficult, '' I said, but the stalls cuss were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Sir Martin Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the whole multitude were disrobed.

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

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my complete horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her back he claimed her by driving his solidly set up member mysterious inside her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I shall give back to soldiering, '' I declared.

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

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

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

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

'' talk of the town, about the future and how on earth we stop Logos of this getting abroad 50 you become a laughing stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

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

'' What ? '' I asked.

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

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed sleeping accommodation, `` Take your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should return 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 caput is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all mental confusion, I need comforter, I need a whore ! ``

'' 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 barrel brought out so they are all so bibulous that by dawn 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 clip there was no impedance, she allowed me to aim my joy, she spread her ramification wide and even held the lips to her womb open for my entry and being moist I speared her with the greatest ease, `` charter off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning cleaning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lie bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am sure to mash your tit against my bared thorax, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and laid my naked chest against her tender 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 release came more gently this meter, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to give her a love bite for all to see as my cream bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might become incapably drunk.

Her mother came to lecture when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in bleak as ever, `` john, '' she said, `` This ravishing my daughter will not do ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was just in clock time for two stalls fellow had her rout on the straw and were about to ravish her.

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

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

night was falling, the handmaiden were too drunken to cook a repast and so I had Marjorie don a servant 's dust coat and together we carved a chicken Captain James Cook had roasted earlier and we ate poulet and bread for our supper.

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

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

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

She slipped from her gown 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 stiff, '' she said, `` You 're hurting me. ``

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

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did wonder how their appendages 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 headspring to nose her neck opening, `` 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 member and I felt her guidebook him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to enter her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her drizzle innards, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell me I excite you like a skilful whore 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 disgusting and Agghhh ! '' she wailed as I thrust firmly.

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

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

'' You 're damned cockeyed 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 ointment from my balls and she gasped.

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

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an concordant 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 living quarters. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You play a life-threatening game madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to traverse 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 palpate the need ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You were swift enough to kibosh the servants abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not find out it in your heart to love me ? ``

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the moment, '' and I gently plowed her in the duskiness and the fondness of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in aboriginal instinct of what would cause me to spill my seed promptly but shortly her smoke departed her and her desires took rush and she grasped my fanny and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

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

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

'' On your binding 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 back and spread the way to your womb that I may possess you.

'' tell apart 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 womb craves your intrusion, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared unresolved mouthed, `` hold me I say ! '' she added.

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

'' No more words my lord, take on 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 phallus 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 John ! '' she said, `` For pities sake make me an whirl ! ``

'' I shall marry your mother and have you for my whore, '' 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 need of your mother. ``

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

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