Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If the true be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my chum Charles the Fifth king Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from inspection and repair overseas to manage his demesne, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his costly wife Marjorie, as polar an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect poser for any creative person want to show a Wiccan as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in addition there was a crumbling mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted lacuna and by some miracle Charles'tiny daughter, oh and gaming debts, in the pattern of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male person heir the unscathed depressing fateful building descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the USA for years and had no acquit whimsy of how one keeps subject among handmaid 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 wholly endeavour more than I dreaded anything even canon flak, for one might see the comforter of the canon and seek to parry the balls.

You see soldiering is my spirit, the horse cavalry, the flashgun of the blade, the shudder of the charge, thundering Forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the tune, sabre against musket lump, sinew against physique, grapevine stab against muscle, charging on as single dude lie writhing in last, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was spoilt far worse than I imagined, the home 's closed carriage which collected me off the mail coach was nasty 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 cavalry were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of shite.

The home were assembled for my inspection at the presence porch, Mr Belcher the Samuel Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of doorkeeper produced a loud belch with every condemnation, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform renowned by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle green in hue and not mold on grim like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might give been a farm mitt, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and longanimity, carefully selected for their supreme nefariousness I assumed, though the severe cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to heighten the impression, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whiskey I deduced from her breathing place when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of class 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 hands while playing pranks and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as Lady Marjorie and that old beldame of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the house, `` My heartfelt Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so sorry. ``

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

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

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

'' 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 transactions after twelve noon, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon time. ``

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

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

'' wellspring we told Bessie to assure 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 savages, these are our servants and we do not whip our servants ! ``

'' That brothel keeper is what is wrongfulness with this household, with this acres, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, fair uniforms, clean bayonets, neat shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between masters and servant and the handmaid are winning and I do believe it is time for us to withdraw a house stand, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

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

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the Melville Bell twist 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 handle the household, '' I announced, `` Please meet them before the main staircase. ``

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

'' I am nobleman Marchington now, and do n't you blank out it ! '' I snapped.

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

'' Very armed forces Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' major, ah in fact I am a deputy Colonel now I am on the military reserve, '' I explained.

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

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

It was a barren of dust and disuse and did my sense of humour no favour, and I watched from the window for a minute as the household sluggardly wandered into the firm once more.

I gave them a few present moment before I went to the head of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` police squad, Attention ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my bad luck to command, '' I explained, `` And it will not do, will not do, '' I continued, `` And I shall go away and amount back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled bunch and mounted the rig, its says much for the staff 's groundlessness that my baggage was still aboard the stroller and the team of Equus caballus still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge essence pie and tankard of something brown 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 part with the horses, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the summit, eschewing the opportunity to expend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened impertinence and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself respective British shilling and probably a bust of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very satisfactory break-fast I strolled uselessly about the town until predictably enough the bearing arrived twenty dollar bill minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to stimulate been a surfeit of deadening farm carts along the way.

The predictably dirty coach clattered along disreputably decent keeping me tolerably dry if not unobjectionable and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This clip footman and under Butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the driveway and halted before the front whole tone, and between them they set the go-cart steps down and accumulate my old bag, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to observe it, though at least the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a foul shirt under a filthy crownwork, Frobisher the under Butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his shoes in penury of a shine, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a bare boy, the sleeping accommodation maids, sally and forbearance, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was James Cook, and worst of all her hands were filthy.

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

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

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

'' party whip or brush off you are a shame sir ! '' I snapped.

'' Then I shall take my leave of absence, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

'' proficient man, '' I said, an turn I added, `` Belcher do n't stand there overt mouthed, you 'll get a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better suit if you 're to be under Butler Binks, '' I informed the younger man, `` And you must use More Georgia home boy and less scent, I told the bedchamber housemaid, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

'' You, Bessie, whiplash or sackful ? '' I repeated before the under cook.

'' Keep your ambuscade shut, '' Captain James Cook snorted.

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

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

'' What you have not done is to bathe child, '' I said.

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

'' Just two lashes then, gentle unity, '' I offered, `` This fourth dimension. ``

'' On my manus 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, `` thong or sack, '' I asked.

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

'' nobleman Marchington you are distract ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

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

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

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

'' I have done cipher wrong, and I have nowhere to go, '' she said.

'' Good lash it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premises Frobisher and I 'll see you all in the court 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, `` gentlewoman said the guest room sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no concern, '' I insisted, `` Pray plication over the bed and raise your bird. ``

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

'' carry a calendar week to secure another position before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old enchantress was at the root of the room being unprepared.

luncheon was fair to middling, if greatly more palatable than subject field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the policeman mess at Catesby, and then after dejeuner I ordered the house cargo hold to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east position of the business firm and was the surface area between the walled garden and the family with the stables at one end and a wall with just a low wooden doorway to the south, access code being through the groovy oaken door at the northward by the horse barn, and the whole on the unit 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 woman in crinolines might mount her horse side saddle which was in the centre almost of the court, as a thrashing stool.

'' So cook what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a cavalry party 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 duad of them. ''

'' tell me Thomas More ? '' I suggested.

'' Ha that daughter ent your niece she 's Frobisher 's ! '' Captain James Cook averred.

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hired hand the party whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protestation I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the rachis of her skirts high over her head to uncover her soiled nasty once blanched cotton underwear.

'' You lying little gripe, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed Cooks voluminous pantaloon and dragged them down her stage revealing a none too sporty backside, `` Liar ! '' she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

Caucasian fabric, pink tegument and a tight Brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the lash flashed adding red banding and specks of blood to the scene as the Captain Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old beldam counted, `` Fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed effort in her many bed of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

'' Swack, '' the whip slashed the cooks fat ass ten sentence harder than the old witch managed and the cook shrieked in warning signal, then she screamed and as the lash 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 Pantaloon and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your turning, '' I called sweetly, `` conjure your annulus and lower your pantaloons if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' Well, that should make chastisement well-to-do, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her croup just once with the palm of my will bridge player, `` Now go away and take heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirts, she too was bare beneath her bird and her young unplucked Virgo the Virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brownness budded ass mess and I felt my sap rising, stretching my phallus and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

'' Never intellect, just bending over the step. '' I suggested, and I guided her forward, `` Frobisher ? '' I asked.

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

'' Binks, ten of the in effect lad, '' I ordered and invited him to tread forward, he stared.

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

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

'' smacking them lad, show her who 's in charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a simple moral. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to search the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

'' What did you entail about peeress Marjorie ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a lousy working girl, '' I exclaimed and my extremity was agonised at the opinion of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass hole around my swollen phallus but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the treasonable cuckold, a whore.

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

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

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

'' I 'll teach you to cuckold Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her pharynx, she dodged but I had my digit among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned arrest and ripped it away tearing the White cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound bosom, it was a instant for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulders and on down to her waistline, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining add-in so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her titty bone.

She thought it was for her tit but no, I merely cut the bindings around her white meat, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her rachis was bared I cut the lacings of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to leave her nude but for her boots.

'' I 'll instruct you to use my crony so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery maidservant, and new harlot and an old lying beef, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her mother question, 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 background 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 hillock in stead, mounds as she tried to deal them with her custody and the teats on her mound which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red bar on her pale garden pink flesh.

'' Marjorie redeem your face ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her hillock uncovered to glint through finger's breadth saving her case so I whipped her between her legs.

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

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

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

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sod, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the lifetime of a nun for a hereafter, she has no liking for the material body, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't guess her, restore her to her post and we will say no more about it. ``

'' You planned it did n't you, '' I demanded, `` You witch, you sought to restrain poor Charlie alive long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

'' Marjorie had a satisfying dowry, '' the old enchantress explained, `` Charles pursued her ! ``

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

She shook her forefront, `` 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 waste old Wiccan, you made your girl a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran firm than for twenty and Sir Thomas More year and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

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

It was her bad luck that I had no whip and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her bang-up bad luck that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the damp in that mountain of lock between her legs.

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

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

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

'' Fornicating child, he has his brain 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 female parent ? '' Marjorie asked belatedly.

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

'' Because she is a cocotte, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her heap heaved, her lips trembled and I grew hard watching, `` Mother cocotte and baby whore, I shall ride you now, on your vertebral column whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering push button widely until my process was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not outrage me, it is too big, you will tear me, separate out me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and frame her down beside her mother and I sought to mount her.

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took hard and I grabbed her calves and forced her knee blanket apart, revealing her uterus glistening in anticipation like the most wanton whore.

Her terror saved her, her womb lubricated itself in concern and with that fearfulness I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fists until with her resistance fading and as her screaming became shortness of breath of desperation so she accepted her fate but in fact as my violation continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

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

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

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

'' You must adjudicate, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him hung under the luck. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' But you made have intercourse to me '' she snapped.

'' That was criminal conversation not have it off, why I might take more than pleasure from a sheep 's asshole than your womb were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, let the stave 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 zippo but her long charge 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 waist and even as she struggled so I unlaced her boot and drew them from her and then with her wholly raw I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, fetch the horse barn fella, '' I ordered, `` See, no More need for wenching, I have a working girl for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fear now as the bloke 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.

'' sodomist eh ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink worse than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have extra manger and bathing tub brought and you shall all be sporty and smart. ''

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

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the stable cuss were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was cognizant the whole throng were disrobed.

'' cargo hold 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 complete horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her backrest he claimed her by driving his solidly tumid appendage deep inside her.

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

'' None, they have made jester of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to create order from undiscipline by subject field and all I have brought is fornication. ``

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

'' No, continue I shall climb on you, '' I offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' talk of the town, about the future and how on earth we stop intelligence of this getting abroad fifty you become a express mirth stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the posture to prevent you, '' she admitted.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' You know you want to, '' she said and as I looked around it seemed that quite suddenly almost every retainer was indulging in criminal conversation, indeed James Cook had members in her womb and ass hole and in her mouth all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' ejaculate, '' 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 US Army, female parent 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 mental confusion, I need comforter, I need a whore ! ``

'' 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 branch, `` Discreetly. ``

'' And have the ale casks brought out so they are all so drunken that by first light 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 meter there was no electric resistance, she allowed me to take my pleasance, she spread her legs all-inclusive and even held the lips to her womb unfold for my entry and being moist I speared her with the dandy ease, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmheartedness of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning womanhood, '' I assured her, `` And a dwell bitch and a cuckold, but it will hand me delight I am certain to crush your teats against my bared thorax, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under singlet and laid my raw chest against her warm teats.

She pulled me to her like I was her buff 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 time, although I still sank my teeth into her cervix 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 get incapably drunk.

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

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

'' No of course not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not think she cuckolded your crony, '' she said, `` They were never husband and wife, he sodomised all sorts of nipper and vagrant and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

'' But she had relation back with another man ! '' I exclaimed.

'' With the handle of a spoon and his source yes, but his fellow member no, '' she explained.

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

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

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

'' woman of the street ! '' I ordered, `` I have need of you. ``

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

Night was falling, the servant were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a retainer 's dust coat and together we carved a chicken James Cook had roasted earlier and we ate poulet and bread for our supper.

'' Have you finished with me my Divine ? '' 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 repair to your bed or mine ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my head to nestle 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 appendage and I felt her guide him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to embark her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moisten innards, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then recite 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 unsavoury and Agghhh ! '' she wailed as I thrust firmly.

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a mother I 'll break 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 musket ball and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her eyes tightly in self-abnegation, `` 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 project 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 quartern. ``

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

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

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

'' grasp me, '' she ordered, `` I am frigidity. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I aimed my manhood at her balminess in the darkness and pressed him home base, `` 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 cocotte ! ``

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

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

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

'' Hush adult female, '' I whispered, `` Let us enjoy the moment, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the lovingness of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in aboriginal instinct of what would have me to splatter my seed promptly but shortly her senses departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my tooshie and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

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

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

'' On your book 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 book binding and spread the way to your womb that I may have 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 open mouthed, `` Take me I say ! '' she added.

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

'' No more words my Godhead, take me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' Madam ! '' I exclaimed as nakedly she advanced, `` No ! ``

But she was upon me and sinking herself down on my extremity 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 piddle me an crack ! ``

'' 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 want 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 osculate her sassing and thus I possessed her utterly .