Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my recurrence to Marchington Hall, my Brother Charles the fifth part Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from military service overseas to manage his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden over as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect tense model for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an vicious manner to equate, and in plus there was a crumbling mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles the Great'midget daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the frame of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male person heir the whole depressing disastrous building descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the United States Army for class and had no clear whim of how one keeps correction among servants when they may simply take the air away and leave one 's employ, one might have 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 canon and seek to evade the balls.

You see soldiering is my aliveness, the horse cavalry, the flash of the leaf blade, the quiver of the cathexis, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining brawn of the horse cavalry, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line of credit, sabre against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grapeshot shot against muscular tissue, charging on as ones boyfriend lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the crime syndicate name.

It was big far spoilt than I imagined, the folk 's closed baby buggy which collected me off the mail coach was nasty and ill maintained, the driver spent the journeying chattering to his safety who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for floater, the cavalry were lousy, the cheek tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the keister were full moon of turd.

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 garish belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a consistent notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottleful green in hue and not mold on black like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme wickedness I assumed, though the austere cut of their tomentum and fat corpulent venter did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and vertical with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to refer the platoon of do-nothing who inhabited the horse barn posing as ostlers and stable workforce while playing pranks and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as noblewoman Marjorie and that old witch of a female parent looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the house, `` My dear Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so sorry. ``

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

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

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

'' We did n't have it off when to wait you, '' Marjorie trilled as she led me through to the sitting way beside the drawing room.

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

Her female parent spoke up. `` It 's Captain James Cook 's mistake, '' the old beldame lied. `` We told her. ``

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

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

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

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

'' That lady is what is wrong with this household, with this acres, no field of study ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, clean uniforms, strip bayonets, clean shaven impudent soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

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

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

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

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

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to deal the household, '' I announced, `` Please forgather them before the master staircase. ``

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

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

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

'' Very military skipper ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the taciturnity, '' I explained.

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

'' Assemble the staff ! '' I demanded, `` luncheon 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 waste of dust and nonperformance and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the window for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the firm once more.

I gave them a few second before I went to the chief of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` team, attending ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my ill luck to command, '' I explained, `` And it will not do, will not do, '' I continued, `` And I shall go away and come back tomorrow when I expect a arrant 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 luggage was still aboard the coach and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something Brown University and probably alky.

To his reference the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the room access for me, `` To Trentham Town and do n't spare the horse cavalry, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and duck's egg, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to pass the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened impertinence and plentiful bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several Somalian shilling and probably a turn of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very acceptable break-fast I strolled uselessly about the township until predictably enough the carriage arrived twenty minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to own been a surfeit of tedious farm pushcart along the way.

The predictably grime baby buggy clattered along disreputably plenty keeping me tolerably dry if not cleanse and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This time footman and under pantryman attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front gradation, and between them they set the carriage steps down and gather my udder, 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 staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to visit them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a filthy jacket, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt arm, from portering, his skid in need of a radiancy, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Saint Matthew the Apostle Binks the footman a mere boy, the sleeping accommodation maids, Sally and forbearance, 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 big of all her hands were filthy.

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

I made a tilt. `` Sack or Lash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

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

'' Then I shall look at my leave, '' he said.

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

'' 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.

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

'' You need a upright courtship if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the immature man, `` And you must use more soap and less wind, I told the sleeping accommodation amah, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

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

'' retain your trap shut, '' 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 bath youngster, '' I said.

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

'' Just two lash then, aristocratical one, '' I offered, `` This fourth dimension. ``

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

'' No on your bare arse, '' I assured her.

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

'' That 's a lash then ? '' I suggested and I moved on to Mrs Maguire, `` cilium or sack, '' I asked.

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

'' Maker Marchington you are brainsick ! '' 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, lash or firing ? ``

'' I have done zero damage, and I have nowhere to go, '' she said.

'' just lash it is, excellent, 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, `` Madam said the Edgar Albert Guest room sir. ``

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

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

'' Where in Supreme Being name was that ? '' I asked.

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

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

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

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

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

Now the courtyard was to the east position of the planetary house and was the expanse between the walled garden and the household with the stables at one end and a wall with just a small-scale wooden threshold to the Dixieland, access being through the bully oaken doorway at the Union by the horse barn, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying heart and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a charwoman in crinolines might mount her horse position saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

'' So wangle what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a horse whip from the excerption 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 bitches the span of them. ''

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

'' Ha that girlfriend 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 helping hand the party whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high over her head to disclose her grime filthy once White person cotton underwear.

'' You lying minuscule bitch, '' Marjorie 's female parent snarled as she grabbed cook voluminous Pantaloon and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too scavenge backside, `` Liar ! '' she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

White fabric, pink peel and a pie-eyed brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the party whip flashed adding red stripes and pinch of rip to the scene as the Captain Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old hag counted, `` Fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow hidrosis as her unaccustomed exertion in her many layers of underthings beneath her bleak gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` bring up your bird and lower 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 establish chastisement soft, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her bum just once with the palm of my left hand, `` Now go away and contract regard. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the stone's throw and raised her skirts, she too was publicize beneath her chick and her young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet unaffected brown budded ass jam and I felt my sap uprising, stretching my member and making him finger constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

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

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

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

'' Never seen a female child 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 simpleton lesson. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to assay the Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

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

'' Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my Republic of Turkey tacker to get that kid, your crony 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 room access, `` I was still intact do you see, '' she said, `` Though I am no longer. ``

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

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A bawd, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a fancy woman, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass hole around my intumesce appendage 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 foul whore, well you can earn your board and lodging on your back ! '' I cried.

'' Saint John in law I am your Sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's breast, her back talk seemed inviting, her center now smoldered where before there was ice.

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

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the cover around her breasts, and pulled away the deplumate bindings and then as her back 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 bare but for her boots.

'' I 'll teach you to use my crony so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the court, `` Look, we have a new scullery maid, and new tart and an old prevarication bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John Lackland are your quite a mad ? '' her female parent query, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was yesteryear caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trousers I took the whip from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie 's back drawing blood.

'' No ! '' she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her hammock in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her hired man and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the party whip leaving white red bar on her pale pink flesh.

'' Marjorie hold open your facial expression ! '' her female parent cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through finger saving her font so I whipped her between her legs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You did to a greater extent like, now admit it ! '' I insisted.

She shook her heading, `` You do n't daunt me whoremonger, you 're just a boy ! '' she said sarcastically.

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

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

I followed barely a pace behind and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the tongue and cut her clothing down her back from neck opening to hem and peeled it apart to reveal her organic structure ready 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 greater bad luck that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the moistness in that quite a little of curls between her legs.

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

I held myself in deterrent somehow, `` You are indeed vicious ! '' 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 penury 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 idea on raping me shout out the police constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all color of propriety.

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

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

'' Because she is a whore, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her lips trembled and I grew hard watching, `` Mother cocotte and baby working girl, I shall ride you now, on your back whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches candid scattering buttons widely until my extremity was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not enthrall me, it is too big, you will buck me, strain me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and cast her low beside her mother and I sought to climb up her.

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

Her terror saved her, her womb lubricated itself in fear and with that fear I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her clenched fist until with her resistance fading and as her screaming became sobs of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my ravishment 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 fire, mamma, he has ruined me ! ``

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

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

'' You must decide, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly own him advert under the luck. ``

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

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

'' Forget constable, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far worse than he in their heart, '' she admitted and she pulled her torn wear 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 serve my staff. ``

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

'' That was adultery not fuck, why I might take Thomas More pleasure from a sheep 's asshole than your uterus were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff enjoy their new fancy woman. ``

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

'' Off with the thrill, 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 naked I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the stableman, convey the stable gent, '' I ordered, `` See, no more pauperism for wenching, I have a sporting lady for you, '' Marjorie trembled with veneration now as the chap came running.

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

'' Exactly, now who shall do my schoolmarm 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. ``

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

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

'' rightfield, in the horse till and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` Lest I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bath, you stink worse than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional troughs and baths brought and you shall all be blank and voguish. ''

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

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the stable lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Sir Martin Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the totally multitude were disrobed.

'' Hold hard 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 sodding repugnance Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her back he claimed her by driving his solidly erect appendage oceanic abyss inside her.

'' So, which is to jump on 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 discipline and all I have brought is fornication. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall fight Captain Cook for that stable hand 's affections, '' 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 exit this den of fornication to thrive and spread ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

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

'' pull up stakes them to their pleasure, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

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

'' Talk, about the future and how on ground we stop Word of this getting abroad 50 you become a riant origin, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the strength to foreclose you, '' she admitted.

'' What ? '' I asked.

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

I just looked around helplessly.

'' cum, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` Take your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should fall to the army, Mother can depend after the estate. ``

'' 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 confusedness, I need comfortableness, I need a cocotte ! ``

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

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

'' And have the ale casks 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 clip there was no resistance, she allowed me to take my pleasure, she spread her branch blanket and even held the sassing to her womb open for my ingress and being moist I speared her with the cracking ease, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may find the fondness of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning cleaning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lying bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am certain to crush your teats against my exclude chest of drawers, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under undershirt and repose my au naturel chest against her fond teats.

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

My handout came more gently this metre, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to give her a dearest pungency for all to see as my cream bubbled forth and when it was done I sent her to get George Herbert Mead and cider and ale so all might become incapably drunk.

Her mother came to talk when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in black as ever, `` St. 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 trust she cuckolded your brother, '' she said, `` They were never hubby and wife, he sodomised all sorts of kid and vagabonds and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handle of a spoonful and his seeded player yes, but his member no, '' she explained.

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

She slipped away, somehow she seemed less the beldam more the concerned parent, but I dressed and went to tick off om Marjorie.

I was just in time for two stable gent had her spreadeagle on the stubble and were about to assault her.

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

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

nighttime was falling, the handmaiden were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a handmaid 's gaberdine and together we carved a chicken cook had roasted earlier and we ate poulet and bread for our supper.

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

'' Then I shall fix margin, '' 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 other I took and we repaired to my room.

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

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

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

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did wonder how their outgrowth 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 chief to draw close her neck, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her down I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my appendage and I felt her usher 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 assure me I excite you like a dear 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 keister. ``

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

'' See, exclude your harangue, '' 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 turn over 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 testicle 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 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 usable should I require a whore ? '' I asked.

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

'' storage area me, '' she ordered, `` I am cold. ``

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

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

'' You play a life-threatening game madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to treat 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 pauperism. ``

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

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

'' So withstand me, '' she said, `` Give me some foretoken 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 stop the retainer abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not encounter it in your marrow to love me ? ``

'' Hush woman, '' 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 make me to spill my source promptly but shortly her gage departed her and her desires took heraldic bearing and she grasped my rump and dragged me ever harder into her.

The ending was farsighted and blue in building the discharge 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 digit through her hair and I fell into a most contented quietus.

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

'' On your back whore I have needs, '' I replied.

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

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

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

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

'' Then learn me for I own my womb craves your trespass, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared unfastened 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 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 Saint John the Apostle ! '' she said, `` For pities sake make me an offer ! ``

'' 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 take your mother for my whore, '' I offered.

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

'' I jest, '' I said and as her face fell I added, `` I have no need of your mother. ``

'' When I am with tiddler, '' she said, `` She may attend 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 .