noble Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my coming back to Marchington student residence, my brother Charles the fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his tomb before I found myself dragged from serve overseas to supervise his estate, though in trueness it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dearest married woman Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed greensward, and her female parent Deloretha, the complete manikin for any creative person want to depict a crone as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to equalize, and in addition there was a crumbling mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles IX'flyspeck daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the material body of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male person heir the unit depressing disastrous building descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibleness weighed heavily upon my berm, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no clear impression of how one keeps discipline among servants when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employ, one might have the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the unanimous initiative more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to duck the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the flare of the blade, the chill of the direction, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining muscle of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the melody, sabre against musket ballock, sinew against flesh, grapevine stab against muscleman, charging on as one cuss lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and the family name.

It was worse far worse than I imagined, the family 's closed pram which collected me off the mail double-decker was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journeying chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horse cavalry were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seating were fully of grease.

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 brassy belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under pantryman, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could tell apart that it was bottle Green in hue and not mold on bleak like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might consume been a farm hired man, Binks, by name 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 severe cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the result, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and just with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of line there was Milly the scullery maiden and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stable posing as ostlers and static hands while playing frivolity and idling their daylight away.

I made a cursory review only as lady Marjorie and that old witch of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the firm, `` My beloved Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so sorry. ``

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

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` mama says you should hark back my dower. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' well we told Bessie to tell Captain 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 welt our handmaiden ! ``

'' That brothel keeper is what is unseasonable with this household, with this estate, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` subject, clean uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven impertinent soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are haywire, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between passe-partout and handmaiden and the servants are winning and I do trust it is time for us to take a firm stand, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

'' Very well, then assemble the stave before the master staircase and I shall address them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the female parent 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 assemble them before the main staircase. ``

'' But it is faculty lunchtime Mr Saint John, '' he said tiresomely.

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

'' gloaming them in and that 's an decree, '' I snapped.

'' Very war machine maitre d' ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You are the most slovenly mob it has been my bad luck to require, '' 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 go-cart, its says much for the staff 's idleness that my baggage was still aboard the carriage and the squad of gymnastic horse still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brownness and probably alcoholic.

To his deferred payment the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open 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 luck to spend the Night with one `` Shantell, '' she of redden face and ample tit and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself respective shillings and probably a turn of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The break of the day 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 pushchair arrived XX moment after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a oversupply of retard farm go-cart along the way.

The predictably dirty carriage clattered along disreputably enough 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 parkway and halted before the front stairs, and between them they set the rig steps down and gather up my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to notice it, though at least the stave 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 foul shirt under a lousy jacket, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt sleeve, from portering, his shoes in need of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
St. Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the bedroom maids, Sally and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain James Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and spoiled of all her hands were filthy.

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

I made a list. `` Sack or Lash ? '' 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 lord. ``

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

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

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

'' You need a better suit if you 're to be under Samuel Butler Binks, '' I informed the untested man, `` And you must use Thomas More goop and less scent, I told the bedchamber maiden, who smiled awkwardly.

'' sacque or eyelash ? '' I asked the cook.

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

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

'' hold your lying in wait shut, '' Cook snorted.

'' Lash or give the axe ? '' I asked Milly the scullery maid.

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

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

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

'' Just two lashes then, gentle ones, '' I offered, `` This meter. ``

'' On my script 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, `` eyelash or sack, '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

'' You have done nix 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.

'' respectable lash it is, splendid, see Belcher off the premises Sir Martin Frobisher and I 'll see you all in the courtyard by the kitchen after dejeuner, '' I said breezily and made my way to my old room.
It was still unprepared, `` Mrs Maguire ! '' I shouted.

'' Sir, '' she replied and hurried upstairs, `` ma'am said the guest way sir. ``

'' Really, your cilium madam, would you prefer twenty here in common soldier 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 fear, '' I insisted, `` Pray bend over the bed and raise your skirt. ``

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

'' select a week to batten another spot before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the ascendant of the elbow room being unprepared.

luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than battlefield rations it hardly equalled the touchstone of the police officer mess at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house delay to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the East side of the family and was the orbit between the walled garden and the house with the stable at one end and a wall with just a minor wooden door to the south, access being through the not bad oaken threshold at the north by the stalls, and the unit on the unit secluded from prying centre and one by one the retainer assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a cleaning woman in crinolines might mount her horse slope saddle which was in the pith almost of the court, as a whipping stool.

'' So fudge what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a sawhorse party whip from the excerpt 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 bitch the yoke of them. ''

'' severalise me more ? '' I suggested.

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

'' Thrash her fell ! '' 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 fix, grasped a handfull of her filthy fuzz and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting footmark over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her wench high over her drumhead to reveal her soiled cruddy once albumen cotton plant underwear.

'' You lying little bitch, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed Cooks voluminous Pantaloon and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too clean backside, `` prevaricator ! '' she said as she raised the lash and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

White material, pink tegument and a tight John Brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and atom of blood to the scene as the James Cook wailed for pardon and then retribution, `` heptad, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` 15, '' and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed sweat in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your act, '' I called sweetly, `` upgrade your dame and low-pitched your pantaloon if you please Bessie. ``

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

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

Milly too bent over the measure and raised her skirts, she too was au naturel beneath her bird and her Thomas Young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sugariness untouched brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap uprising, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite certainly that I blushed.

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

'' She 's Saint Matthew 's peach sir, maybe he could correct her ? '' he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

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

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

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

'' Slap them lad, show her who 's in charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her backside, `` Enough, she just needs a simple deterrent example. '' I ordered as my discomfort became acute, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to essay the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen story sobbing.

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

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

'' I suspected as a good deal, '' 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, '' gentlewoman Marjorie stood in the doorway, `` I was still inviolate do you see, '' she said, `` Though I am no longer. ``

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

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a dirty whore, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the view of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass hole around my swollen member but all there was was Cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

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

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

'' lav in law I am your sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a woman of the street 's breast, her back talk seemed inviting, her centre now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll learn you to wander Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her pharynx, she dodged but I had my fingers among the release upon her tightly buttoned apprehension and ripped it away tearing the Edward Douglas White Jr. cotton plant away down in a vee between her tightly bound tit, it was a moment for me to rip the material down off her berm and on down to her waistline, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining instrument panel so I took a vast 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 tear book binding and then as her backbone was bared I cut the lace of her corset and then I cut down between her backside and the cloth fell away to result her naked 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 courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery maid, and new fancy woman and an old lying kick, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her mother query, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the land and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my 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 agglomerate in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her helping hand and the teats on her agglomerate which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red streaks on her pale pinkish flesh.

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

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

'' bitch ! '' I cried, `` Set her to go ! '' and I went inside.

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

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life story of a nun for a time to come, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all, '' the mother 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 keep on poor Charlie alive long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

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

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

She shook her fountainhead, `` 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 beldam, you made your daughter a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her lifespan ran riotous than for twenty and more years and by the greatest of bad luck she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

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

It was her misfortune that I had no whiplash and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined wear and it was her expectant misfortune that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the moistness in that mass of curls between her legs.

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

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

The mentation that I had almost speared her drive back me but excited me and my pauperism were now pressing indeed but at that bit Marjorie rushed in raw crying `` Mother, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

'' Fornicating baby, he has his mind on raping me visit 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 prostitute, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her hummock heaved, her lip trembled and I grew hard watching, `` Mother whore and baby cyprian, I shall ride you now, on your backbone whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering release 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 bust me, strain me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and cast her dispirited beside her mother and I sought to mount her.

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

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in fear and with that fright I plunged late inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fists until with her resistance fading and as her screaming became sobs of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my rape continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Forget John Constable, '' the old Wiccan suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far worse than he in their heart, '' she admitted and she pulled her torn habiliment around her again and went to her cupboard to try More clothing.

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

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

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

'' That was fornication not be intimate, why I might engage Thomas More pleasure from a sheep 's asshole than your womb were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff enjoy their new schoolmarm. ``

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

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

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the waistline and even as she struggled so I unlaced her boots and drew them from her and then with her completely raw I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the hostler, bring in the horse barn lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no Sir Thomas More need for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fear now as the sonny boy came running.

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

'' Exactly, now who shall function 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 matrimony. ``

'' sod, '' I repeated, `` Well, who 's for the tart ? '' I asked again.

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

'' rightfulness, in the sawbuck trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` fifty I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink speculative than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall rest unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall birth additional troughs and bathing tub brought and you shall all be clean and wise. ''

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

'' clutches voiceless, '' I said, but the horse barn lad were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the wholly throng were disrobed.

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

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my gross repugnance Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her book binding he claimed her by driving his solidly erect phallus deep inside her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' bequeath them to their delight, '' she said, `` come inside, let us babble, '' she suggested.

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

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

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

'' Then I have not the specialty 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 fornication, indeed cook had members in her womb and ass pickle and in her mouth all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` deal your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should return to the army, mother can look after the demesne. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And have the ale caskful brought out so they are all so drunken that by morning all will be forgotten. '' she suggested.

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` I shall see to it when I am sated, '' I agreed and I carried her up the stairs.

This time there was no resistance, she allowed me to take in my joy, she spread her legs extensive and even held the sass to her uterus capable for my unveiling and being moist I speared her with the greatest ease, `` take away off you Jerkin that I may feel the heat of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a consist bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am sure to mash your teats against my block chest of drawers, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and laid my nude chest against her tender teats.

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

My liberation came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to give her a beloved morsel for all to see as my pick bubbled Forth River and when it was done I sent her to get George Herbert Mead and cider and ale so all might get incapably drunk.

Her female parent came to utter when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in sinister as ever, `` John, '' she said, `` This ravishing my girl 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 think she cuckolded your brother, '' she said, `` They were never hubby and wife, he sodomised all sorts of shaver and vagabonds and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

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

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

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

I was just in time for two stable lads had her spread-eagle on the straw and were about to delight her.

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

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

dark was falling, the servants were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a retainer 's smock and together we carved a chicken cook had roasted earlier and we ate Gallus gallus and staff of life for our supper.

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

'' You never spent the dark with Charles ? '' 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 accept my fate, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` atomic number 82 on, '' and I lit candles from the kitchen fire and handed her one while the other I took and we repaired to my room.

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

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

'' I was envious, '' I admitted, `` I really did not require to percentage you with those lads. ``

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did marvel 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 fountainhead to draw close her neck, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her pile I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my appendage and I felt her templet him to her uterus, 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 evidence me I excite you like a good cyprian should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your mother or an ostler 's backside. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned fuddled for a mother I 'll make 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 cream from my chunk and she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' grasp 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 mitt cold ? '' and she grasped my member, he stirred instantly.

'' You play a dangerous game madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to wrap up 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, `` seminal fluid, use me. ``

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

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

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

'' So go for me, '' she said, `` yield me some mark that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are zero but a cyprian ! ``

'' 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 block up the handmaid abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not find it in your heart to love me ? ``

'' hush cleaning lady, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the moment, '' 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 inherent aptitude of what would have me to spill my seed promptly but shortly her pot departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my hind end and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

There was cipher to be said, I ran my digit through her fuzz and I fell into a most contented sleep.

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

'' On your back harlot I have motive, '' I replied.

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

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

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

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

'' No more actor's line my lord, take me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' brothel keeper ! '' I exclaimed as nakedly she advanced, `` No ! ``

But she was upon me and sinking herself down on my penis 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 offering ! ``

'' 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 get married you and give birth your mother for my whore, '' I offered.

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

'' I jest, '' I said and as her nerve 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 kiss her lip and thus I possessed her utterly .