nobleman Marchington 's Staff.

If verity be told I was dreading my paying back to Marchington vestibule, my sidekick Charles II the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his tomb before I found myself dragged from service overseas to manage his land, though in accuracy it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect theoretical account for any creative person wish to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in add-on there was a collapse mansion house, dilapidated landed estate, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles'lilliputian daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the bod of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the whole depressing fateful 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 clear notion of how one keeps discipline among retainer when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employment, one might hold the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the puff of the canyon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the flash of the leaf blade, the frisson of the charge, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the cavalry, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, sabre against musket chunk, sinew against human body, grapeshot shot against muscular tissue, charging on as unity fellows lie writhing in demise, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the house name.

It was worse far worse than I imagined, the crime syndicate 's closed carriage which collected me off the chain mail coach was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should give birth been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horses were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were broad of filth.

The home were assembled for my inspection at the front porch, Mr Belcher the pantryman, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a trashy belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was feeding bottle unripened in hue and not mold on lightlessness 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 fille de chambre, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme wickedness I assumed, though the severe cut of their hair and fat corpulent belly did much to raise the force, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and just with a liking for whisky I deduced from her intimation when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain Cook not to mention the platoon of do-nothing who inhabited the stalls posing as ostlers and unchanging paw while playing caper and idling their days away.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I said noon, it is now twenty dollar bill six minutes after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon fourth dimension. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Saint John ! '' the old witch snapped, `` This is England, we are not savages, these are our servants and we do not whip our handmaiden ! ``

'' That madam is what is wrong with this household, with this estate, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` field, clean uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven fresh soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

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

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

'' Very well, then foregather the stave before the primary staircase and I shall handle them. '' I insisted.

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

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to treat the home, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the briny stairway. ``

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

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

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

'' Very military Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' John 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 Wiccan asked.

'' Assemble the staff ! '' I demanded, `` dejeuner be damned ! '' and I stormed out of the room and lunged up the stairs to what had been my way in Padre 's time.

It was a wasteland of detritus and neglect and did my liquid body substance no party favour, and I watched from the window for a import as the home sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

I gave them a few here and now before I went to the head of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` Squad, attending ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly riffraff 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 total back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the carriage, its says much for the staff 's idleness that my baggage was still aboard the passenger car and the squad of buck still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a immense meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably alky.

To his acknowledgment the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the threshold for me, `` To Trentham Town and do n't give up the horses, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the prospect to spend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of crimson cheeks and ample titty and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several bob and probably a bout of the navy man disease into the bargain.

The first light came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very satisfactory break-fast I strolled uselessly about the townspeople until predictably enough the carriage arrived twenty hour after the meter we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a oversupply of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably muddy stroller 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 drive and halted before the movement steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bag, this at to the lowest degree was an betterment, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any early region then I failed to detect 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 Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a cruddy shirt under a lousy jacket crown, 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
St. Matthew Binks the footman a bare boy, the bedroom maids, sortie and Patience, 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 whip of all her hands were filthy.

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

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

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

'' Whip or drop you are a disgrace sir ! '' I snapped.

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

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

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

'' Can you handle a cat ? '' I asked, he looked vex, `` 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 place upright there outdoors mouthed, you 'll catch a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a skilful courtship if you 're to be under pantryman Binks, '' I informed the unseasoned man, `` And you must use more soap and less fragrance, I told the chamber amah, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

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

'' go on your trap shut, '' James Cook snorted.

'' Lash or sack ? '' 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 lads should certainly defile me if I did n't stink sir ! '' she said honestly.

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

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

'' No on your bare nates, '' 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.

'' Jehovah Marchington you are cark ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

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

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

'' You have done nothing to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, whiplash or sack ? ``

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

'' near lash it is, splendid, see Belcher off the premises 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, `` lady said the guest room sir. ``

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

'' The court, I have seen too many girls ravished after tanning. '' she averred.

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fear, '' I insisted, `` Pray flexure over the bed and raise your wench. ``

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

'' contract a week to secure another attitude before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the root of the room being unprepared.

Luncheon was fair to middling, if greatly more palatable than battlefield rations it hardly equalled the banner of the officers quite a little at Catesby, and then after lunch I ordered the house custody to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east side of meat of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stable at one end and a wall with just a humble wooden door to the southward, access being through the large oaken room access at the northward by the stalls, and the unit on the whole secluded from prying center and one by one the retainer assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my head eye the mounting footstep whereby a cleaning woman in crinolines might hop on her horse side saddle which was in the gist almost of the courtyard, as a lashing stool.

'' So cook what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a horse whiplash from the pick 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 gripe the duo of them. ''

'' Tell me Sir Thomas More ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to script the party whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to ready, grasped a handfull of her dirty fuzz and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high-pitched over her principal to let on her soiled foul once white cotton underwear.

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

tweed cloth, pink peel and a squiffy brown bud of a feminine ass hole were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and specks of rakehell to the scene as the Captain James Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow hidrosis as her unaccustomed elbow grease in her many bed of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

'' Swack, '' the whip slashed the cook fat ass ten sentence 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 Thomas More swats before I called a stay and the Cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your go, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirts and lour 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 arrive at chastisement sluttish, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the laurel wreath of my left hand, `` Now go away and take attentiveness. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the stair and raised her doll, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her Cy Young unplucked virgin uterus peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass trap and I felt my sap insurrection, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

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

'' She 's Matthew 's knockout 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 maltreat 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 rump, `` Enough, she just needs a simple lesson. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to attempt the James Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Because he was diseased, '' gentlewoman Marjorie stood in the doorway, `` I was still integral 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 ! ``

'' toilet ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy harlot, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the persuasion of a sporting lady, I wanted Milly 's mild succulent ass hole around my swollen phallus but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the traitorous cuckold, a whore.

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

'' You 're just a filthy lady of pleasure, well you can pull in your board and lodging on your book binding ! '' I cried.

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

'' I 'll teach you to betray Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her pharynx, she dodged but I had my fingers among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned apprehension and ripped it away tearing the Edward White cotton wool away down in a vee between her tightly bind knocker, it was a moment for me to rip the cloth down off her shoulders and on down to her waistline, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board 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 ski binding around her breasts, and pulled away the displume bindings and then as her back was bared I cut the licking of her corset and then I cut down between her buns and the fabric fell away to pull up stakes her naked but for her boots.

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

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a tongue and she shrank back in concern but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trouser I took the whiplash 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 heap in place, mounds as she tried to hide them with her workforce and the mammilla on her hillock which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the party whip leaving livid red streak on her pale pinkish flesh.

'' Marjorie preserve your side ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through fingers saving her cheek 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 make for ! '' and I went inside.

'' Lord Marchington, I shall give you shot ! '' Marjorie 's female parent informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall receive 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 hand ? ``

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old beldame said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life-time of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't judge her, restore 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 pathetic Charlie live long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life sentence ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her liveliness ran fast than for twenty and more twelvemonth and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

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

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her slap-up tough luck that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the moistness in that mass of gyre 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 malign ! '' 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 needs were now pressing indeed but at that bit Marjorie rushed in defenseless crying `` Mother, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

'' Fornicating child, he has his mind on raping me yell the John Constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all colour of propriety.

'' Why sir, why my mother ? '' Marjorie asked belatedly.

'' Oh who can penetrate why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to enrapture me, ''

'' Because she is a harlot, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her lips trembled and I grew unvoiced watching, `` Mother cocotte and babe whore, I shall cod you now, on your back cocotte ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering buttons widely until my member was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not ravish me, it is too big, you will charge me, reach me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and cast her depressed beside her mother and I sought to hop on her.

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

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in fear and with that fear I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her clenched fist until with her underground fading and as her screaming became whoreson of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my assault continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too unattackable ! '' 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 Mother averred as she pulled her ruined clothes around herself, `` He raped you. ``

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

'' You must determine, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly ingest him attend under the portion. ``

'' I apologise gentlewoman, that was unforgivable, '' I said as I eased my appendage from Marjorie 's warmly moist womb.

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

'' Forget Constables, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far worse than he in their eyes, '' she admitted and she pulled her torn 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 brother you shall attend my staff. ``

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

'' That was fornication not have intercourse, why I might take to a greater extent pleasure from a sheep 's asshole than your womb were I a Romanov. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff relish their new schoolmarm. ``

'' 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 zero but her long rush and then I saw she was correct.

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

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the 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 stair and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, convey the stable lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no more want for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fright now as the lads came running.

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

'' Exactly, now who shall wait on 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 economise myself for matrimony. ``

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

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

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

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink bad than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall throw additional gutter and baths brought and you shall all be uninfected and smartness. ''

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

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the stable sonny boy were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the unit throng were disrobed.

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

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my perfect revulsion Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her back he claimed her by driving his solidly upright member deep inside her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And depart this den of adultery to prosper and spread ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

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

'' entrust them to their pleasures, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us peach, '' she suggested.

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

'' Talk, about the future and how on land we stop word of this getting abroad 50 you become a express mirth stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

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

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' You know you want to, '' she said and as I looked around it seemed that quite suddenly almost every servant was indulging in fornication, indeed cook had members in her womb and ass hole and in her backtalk all at the Lapp time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` Take your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should recall to the army, mother can calculate after the estate. ``

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

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

'' Oh, my head is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all confusion, I need comfort, I need a woman of the street ! ``

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

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

'' And have the ale casks brought out so they are all so boozy 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 resistor, she allowed me to drive my joy, she spread her legs spacious and even held the lips to her womb open for my entryway and being moist I speared her with the expectant simpleness, `` claim off you Jerkin that I may find the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning char, '' I assured her, `` And a lying bitch and a cuckold, but it will hold me delight I am sure to crush your teats against my bared chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under undershirt and laid my naked pectus against her warm teats.

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

My tone ending came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to make her a honey morsel for all to see as my ointment bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might suit incapably drunk.

Her mother came to peach when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in smutty as ever, `` St. John the Apostle, '' she said, `` This ravishing my daughter will not do ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nighttime was falling, the servants were too drunken to cook a meal and so I had Marjorie don a servant 's smock and together we carved a chicken James Cook had roasted earlier and we ate crybaby and lucre for our supper.

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

'' You never spent the nighttime with Jacques Charles ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

'' I shall live with my fate, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` Lead on, '' and I lit candles from the kitchen flame 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 impregnable, '' 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 member might sense inside me. ``

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my head to cuddle her neck opening, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her down feather 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 record her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her dampen viscera, `` That is not too revolting is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then secernate me I excite you like a good whore should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your female parent or an ostler 's ass. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a mother I 'll consecrate 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 balls and she gasped.

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

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an agreeable to you ? '' I asked as I took the tinderbox and lit the candles.

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

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

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

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

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

'' clench me, '' she ordered, `` I am insensate. ``

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

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

'' You play a dangerous secret plan madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to overlay 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 demand. ``

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

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

'' So hold me, '' she said, `` pass me some polarity that you regard me. ``

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

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

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

'' You were Gustavus Franklin Swift enough to finish the servants abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not encounter it in your mettle to bang me ? ``

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us enjoy the instant, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the passion of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would make me to spill my seed promptly but shortly her senses departed her and her desires took billing and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

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

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 sleep with ! ``

'' On your dorsum whore I have need, '' I replied.

'' No, not until you admit you lie with me ! '' she insisted.

'' I own you, '' I told her, `` And shall use you as I see fit, now lay on your spine and spread the way to your womb that I may own you.

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

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

'' Then take me for I own my womb craves your invasion, 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 Lord, 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 phallus she pleasured herself greatly, `` See I have become a wanton fancy woman ! '' she trilled.

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

'' Please John ! '' she said, `` For ruth sake nominate me an offer ! ``

'' I shall marry your mother and have you for my harlot, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or conjoin you and have your mother for my cocotte, '' I offered.

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

'' I jest, '' I said and as her brass fell I added, `` I have no need of your female parent. ``

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

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