Maker Marchington 's Staff.

If Sojourner Truth be told I was dreading my rejoinder to Marchington Hall, my brother Jacques Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave accent before I found myself dragged from serving overseas to supervise his estate, though in true statement it was no longer his but mine.

He left his heartfelt wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's sacred turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect mannequin for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to equal, and in addition there was a decay hall, dilapidated estate, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles'petite daughter, oh and play debts, in the pattern of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no Male heir the unharmed depressing fateful edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the duty weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the U. S. Army for years and had no solve notion of how one keeps subject among servants when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employment, one might own the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole endeavor more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the pouf of the canyon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the instant of the brand, the thrill of the armorial bearing, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the knight, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, cavalry sword against musket ball, sinew against human body, grape shot against muscle, charging on as ones mate lie writhing in expiry, that 's what I gave up for Marchington residence hall and the family name.

It was worse far worse than I imagined, the family 's unopen baby buggy which collected me off the mail coach was foul and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for floater, the horses were foul, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were wax of dirt.

The menage were assembled for my inspection at the figurehead porch, Mr Belcher the Samuel Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of Cole Albert Porter produced a loud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform illustrious by such cleanliness that one could spot that it was bottle green in hue and not mildew on black like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm bridge player, Binks, by epithet though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaid, sallying forth, May and forbearance, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the severe cut of their whisker and fat corpulent paunch did much to enhance the burden, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her hint when I inspected her as I always inspected my scout group, and of form there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain Cook not to mention the platoon of idler who inhabited the stable posing as hostler and stable hands while playing pranks and idling their day away.

I made a perfunctory review only as lady Marjorie and that old hag of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the house, `` My high-priced Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so drab. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I said noon, it is now twenty dollar bill six mo after midday, '' I explained patiently, `` lunch prison term. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's cook 's fault, '' the old witch 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 old enchantress snapped, `` This is England, we are not savages, these are our handmaid and we do not whip our handmaiden ! ``

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

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between masters and servants and the servant are winning and I do believe it is time for us to read a firm point of view, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

'' Very well, then assemble the stave before the chief staircase and I shall turn to them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the chime pull 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 turn to the home, '' I announced, `` Please foregather them before the primary staircase. ``

'' But it is faculty lunch period Mr John, '' he said tiresomely.

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

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

'' Very military maitre d'hotel ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' Major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the second-stringer, '' I explained.

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

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

It was a barren of rubble and neglect and did my humour no favor, and I watched from the windowpane for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the menage once more.

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

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

I went down and pushed through the assembled bunch and mounted the go-cart, its says much for the faculty 's idleness that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably alcoholic.

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

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the luck to spend the dark with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened nerve and sizeable bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself various shillings and probably a bout 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 town until predictably enough the carriage arrived twenty instant after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a overabundance of dull farm go-cart along the way.

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

This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the posture steps down and collected my udder, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other surface area then I failed to discover it, though at least the faculty were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to scrutinize them one by one, Mr Belcher the pantryman unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a foul crown, Frobisher the under Butler, in his shirt sleeve, from portering, his shoes in want of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber maids, crack and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain James Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and sorry of all her workforce were filthy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' goodness man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't suffer there open mouthed, you 'll overtake a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better causa if you 're to be under Butler Binks, '' I informed the untested man, `` And you must use More grievous bodily harm and less scent, I told the sleeping room maidservant, who smiled awkwardly.

'' dismissal or cilium ? '' I asked the cook.

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

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

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

'' eyelash or displace ? '' I asked Milly the scullery maid.

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

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

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

'' Just two eyelash then, gentle ones, '' I offered, `` This sentence. ``

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

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

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

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

'' nobleman Marchington you are trouble ! '' Marjorie 's female parent snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Really, your lashes ma'am, would you opt twenty here in common soldier or ten in the courtyard ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no veneration, '' I insisted, `` Pray Bend over the bed and conjure up your skirts. ``

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

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

luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more toothsome than field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the policeman tidy sum at Catesby, and then after dejeuner I ordered the home time lag to the courtyard.

Now the court was to the east side of meat of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a wall with just a modest wooden door to the southward, access being through the bang-up oaken doors at the due north by the stables, and the whole on the unit secluded from prying middle and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting footfall whereby a woman in crinolines might climb on her knight side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a flogging stool.

'' So cook what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a horse whip from the selection I had brought from the stables.

'' You wo n't lash me, of there 's anyone you should it 's her, '' she pointed at Marjorie, `` And her bitch of a mother, scheming kick the pair of them. ''

'' separate me More ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hired man the lash to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy fuzz and ignoring her dissent I dragged her to the mounting pace over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her annulus high-pitched over her forefront to reveal her dirty filthy once white cotton underwear.

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

T. H. White textile, pink cutis and a loaded brown bud of a feminine ass jam were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and mote of blood to the shot as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then vengeance, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old beldame counted, `` fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed exertions in her many layer of underthings beneath her melanize gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirt and turn down your pantaloon if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' Well, that should make chastisement soft, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her fanny just once with the palm of my left handwriting, `` Now go away and take away heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the stride and raised her skirt, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her Whitney Young unplucked Virgin womb peeked innocently out below her Sweet unswayed brown budded ass muddle and I felt my sap ascension, stretching my fellow member and making him feel constrained, I am quite surely that I blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What did you mean about ma'am Marjorie ? '' I asked.

'' Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my turkey baster to get that kid, your Brother was n't aught but a sod ! ``

'' I suspected as practically, '' 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, '' Lady Marjorie stood in the doorway, `` I was still integral do you see, '' she said, `` Though I am no longer. ``

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

'' Saint John the Apostle ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A working girl, a nasty sporting lady, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a lady of pleasure, I wanted Milly 's easy succulent ass hole around my egotistical member but all there was was Captain James Cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

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

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

'' John in law I am your Sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a fancy woman 's breast, her lips seemed inviting, her eyes 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 apprehension and ripped it away tearing the white cotton plant away down in a vee between her tightly stick breasts, it was a present moment for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her titty but no, I merely cut the dressing around her knocker, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her back was bared I cut the thrashing of her stays and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to depart 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 courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery maidservant, and new sporting lady and an old lying bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her female parent queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in reverence but I was yesteryear caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the tongue in the sash of my trousers 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 insure them with her helping hand and the teat on her pitcher's mound which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving white red streaks on her pale pink flesh.

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

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

'' Bitch ! '' I cried, `` Set her to mould ! '' and I went inside.

'' master Marchington, I shall ingest you shot ! '' Marjorie 's female parent informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall have the Constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a smack to her weasly peg down face.

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life of a nun for a future tense, she has no liking for the material body, 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 keep pitiable Charlie animated long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for liveliness ! ``

'' Marjorie had a real portion, '' the old witch explained, `` Charles II 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 life ran faster than for twenty and more years and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace buns and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her book binding from cervix to hem and unclothe it apart to uncover her body ready for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to break loose so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her not bad misfortune that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the moistness in that mess of curls between her legs.

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

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

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

'' Fornicating child, he has his judgment on raping me call the police 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 penetrate why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to enthral me, ''

'' Because she is a whore, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her cumulation heaved, her mouth trembled and I grew unvoiced watching, `` female parent harlot and baby whore, I shall hinge on you now, on your back whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering buttons widely until my appendage was freed and stood proudly to attention.

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

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took strong and I grabbed her calf and forced her knees all-encompassing apart, revealing her womb glistening in anticipation like the most wanton whore.

Her little terror saved her, her womb lubricated itself in reverence and with that fright I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fist until with her immunity attenuation and as her shrieking became breathlessness of despair so she accepted her lot but in fact as my assault continued it was dismay that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too firm ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her parts she said, `` Oh I am on fire, mama, he has ruined me ! ``

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

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

'' You must make up one's mind, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly take in him advert under the circumstances. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' But you made make out to me '' she snapped.

'' That was fornication not love, why I might drive Thomas More pleasure from a sheep 's mother fucker than your uterus were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff revel their new fancy woman. ``

'' No ! '' she wailed, `` I can not go like this ! '' but I dragged my knee pants around me and dragged her by the arm out of the bed chamber still attired in zippo but her longsighted iron boot 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 boots and drew them from her and then with her completely naked I propelled her down step and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, bring the stable lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no Sir Thomas 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 schoolmarm ! '' said one.

'' Exactly, now who shall answer my fancy woman and who shall be dismissed ? '' I asked.

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' bugger eh ? '' I asked.

'' Indeed not ! '' he said, `` I shall relieve myself for marriage. ``

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

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

'' Right, in the horse bowl and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` fifty I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink worse than horse, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain plebeian, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall possess extra public treasury and baths brought and you shall all be cleanse and smart. ''

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

'' Hold heavy, '' I said, but the stable lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the solid throng were disrobed.

'' grasp severe 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 dorsum he claimed her by driving his solidly erect extremity recondite inside her.

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

'' None, they have made motley fool of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to make order from indiscipline by subject field and all I have brought is fornication. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall campaign cook for that stable hired 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 leave this den of adultery to thrive and spread ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

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

'' Leave them to their joy, '' she said, `` cum inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

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

'' talk of the town, about the future tense and how on world we stop give-and-take of this getting abroad 50 you become a laughing stock certificate, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the strength 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 handmaid was indulging in fornication, indeed cook had members in her uterus and ass pickle and in her sassing all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` Take your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should riposte to the ground forces, female parent can wait after the estate. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And have the ale 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 sentence there was no opposition, she allowed me to take my pleasure, she spread her wooden leg all-embracing and even held the lips to her womb capable for my entry and being moist I speared her with the enceinte ease, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the heat of your breast, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lie bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am trusted to trounce your pap against my barricade chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and repose my naked chest against her warmly teats.

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

My release came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to give her a love bite for all to see as my cream bubbled Forth River and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might become incapably drunk.

Her female parent came to babble 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 grade 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 married woman, he sodomised all sorting of fry and vagabonds and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handle of a spoon and his come yes, but his 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 less the witch more the concerned parent, but I dressed and went to mark off om Marjorie.

I was just in time for two stable sonny boy had her spreadeagle on the straw and were about to ravish her.

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

'' Yes my Godhead ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my side of meat, `` Drink up sonny boy, '' I said
, `` swallow and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the handmaid were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a servant 's smock and together we carved a Gallus gallus cook had roasted earlier and we ate volaille and breadstuff for our supper.

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

'' I shall swallow 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 former I took and we repaired to my room.

She slipped from her robe and slipped nakedly between the bed plane and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my arms, pausing only to flub 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 appendage might feel inside me. ``

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my head to nuzzle her cervix, `` 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 extremity and I felt her guide him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to insert her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her dampen viscera, `` That is not too unsavoury is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell 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 mother or an ostler 's backside. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned blotto for a mother I 'll make you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my process and seemingly milked my cream from me as I pounded into her, and quite suddenly I let fly the pent up pick 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 humanity 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 kip here, you have warmed the bed for me. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' You play a dangerous plot brothel keeper, '' I whispered and I rolled over to insure 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 pauperism ? '' she asked.

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

'' So defend me, '' she said, `` Give me some sign that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are zilch but a whore ! ``

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

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

'' You were swift enough to break off the servants abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not retrieve it in your heart to love me ? ``

'' stillness fair sex, '' 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 instinct of what would cause me to spill my seed promptly but shortly her skunk departed her and her desires took boot and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

The ending was long and gruntle in building the expelling 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 fingerbreadth through her fuzz and I fell into a most content sleep.

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

'' On your spinal column woman of the street I have needs, '' 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 back and spread the way to your womb that I may possess you.

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

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

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

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

'' No more Holy Scripture 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 appendage 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 whoremaster ! '' she said, `` For pities sake crap me an pass ! ``

'' I shall marry your female parent and have you for my prostitute, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or splice you and take in your female parent for my whore, '' I offered.

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

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

'' When I am with kid, '' she said, `` She may attend 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 rim and thus I possessed her utterly .