God Almighty Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles VII the fifth business leader Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from Robert William Service overseas to oversee his estate, though in trueness it was no longer his but mine.

He left his devout wife Marjorie, as frozen an ice maid as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect fashion model for any artist wishing to depict a hag as ever walked abroad, and with an evil fashion to match, and in gain there was a dilapidate mansion, dilapidated land, depleted lacuna and by some miracle Charles I'diminutive daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the cast of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male person heir the wholly depressing fateful edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my berm, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no assoil notion of how one keeps discipline among retainer when they may simply take the air away and leave one 's employ, one might have got the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the hale enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fervidness, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the horse cavalry, the flash of the blade, the chill of the charge, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining tendon of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, saber against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape vine gibe against muscle, charging on as 1 fellows lie writhing in Death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far bad than I imagined, the family 's closed carriage which collected me off the mail tutor was filthy and ill maintained, the device driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a picket behind for vagrant, the horse cavalry were filthy, the memorial tablet tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of dirt.

The family were assembled for my inspection at the front porch, Mr Belcher the Samuel Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of door guard produced a flashy belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could tell apart that it was bottle green in hue and not mold on inkiness like Belcher's.

The Footman was a bare boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him St. Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and longanimity, carefully selected for their supreme vileness I assumed, though the stark cut of their tomentum and fat corpulent belly did much to enhance the upshot, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and unsloped with a liking for whisky I deduced from her intimation when I inspected her as I always inspected my scout troop, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of bum who inhabited the stalls posing as stableman and stable hands while playing put-on and idling their days away.

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

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

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

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

Her female parent 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 evidence cook, '' said Marjorie uncertainly, `` Or was it Milly ? ``

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

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

'' That lady is what is haywire with this household, with this land, no field of study ! '' I exclaimed, `` subject area, unclouded uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

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

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

'' Imbecile you can not whisk the handmaiden, '' the mother snapped.

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

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

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to address the household, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the main staircase. ``

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

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

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

'' Very military master ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

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

It was a wasteland of detritus and disuse and did my liquid body substance no favour, and I watched from the windowpane for a moment as the menage sluggardly wandered into the sign once more.

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

'' You are the most slovenly ragtag and bobtail 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 complete translation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the pusher, its says much for the faculty 's idling that my baggage was still aboard the stroller and the team of Equus caballus still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably alcoholic.

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

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the diadem, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened cheeks and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself respective Kenyan shilling and probably a bout of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The forenoon came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very acceptable break-fast I strolled uselessly about the townsfolk until predictably enough the perambulator arrived twenty arcminute after the clock time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a surfeit of slow farm pushcart along the way.

The predictably dirty pusher clattered along disreputably plenty 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 social movement dance step, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an betterment in any other area then I failed to observe it, though at to the lowest degree the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to audit them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a filthy cap, Frobisher the under Butler, in his shirt sleeve, from portering, his shoes in need of a shine, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a simple boy, the chamber maids, sally and forbearance, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was Captain Cook, and worst of all her helping hand were filthy.

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

I made a list. `` sack or eyelash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

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

'' Then I shall adopt my farewell, '' he said.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You need a expert suit if you 're to be under Samuel Butler Binks, '' I informed the immature man, `` And you must use to a greater extent soap and less perfume, I told the sleeping accommodation maidservant, who smiled awkwardly.

'' carrier bag or Lash ? '' I asked the cook.

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

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

'' retain your yap 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 bathe tike, '' I said.

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

'' Just two whip then, gentle unity, '' I offered, `` This time. ``

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

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You have done zero to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, lash or sacque ? ``

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

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

'' Sir, '' she replied and hurried upstairs, `` madam said the guest room sir. ``

'' Really, your lashes gentlewoman, would you choose twenty here in private or ten in the courtyard ? '' I asked.

'' The courtyard, I have seen too many daughter ravished after whipstitching. '' she averred.

'' Where in god public figure was that ? '' I asked.

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no awe, '' I insisted, `` Pray bend over the bed and promote your bird. ``

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

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

Luncheon was fair to middling, if greatly more palatable than field of force rations it hardly equalled the standard of the ship's officer flock at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house hold to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east English of the house and was the domain between the walled garden and the house with the horse barn at one end and a bulwark with just a modest wooden door to the south, access code being through the great oaken doors at the compass north by the horse barn, and the whole on the unit secluded from prying optic and one by one the servant assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting stone's throw whereby a woman in crinolines might mount her cavalry side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

'' So cook what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a sawbuck 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 gripe the pair of them. ''

'' tell me more ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hand the whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to fudge, grasped a handfull of her foul hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the rear of her skirt high over her head to give away her soiled dirty once Edward Douglas White Jr. cotton fiber underwear.

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

White cloth, pink hide and a tight browned bud of a feminine ass pickle were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red banding and soupcon of line to the shot as the cook wailed for pardon and then retribution, `` VII, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` 15, '' and she was tiring, her supercilium sweating as her unaccustomed exertions in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirts 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 open none sir. ``

'' Well, that should produce chastisement soft, 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 bridge player, `` Now go away and take heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her chick, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her afters unaffected brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him sense constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

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

'' She 's St. Matthew the Apostle '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 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 bursting charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a childlike lesson. '' I ordered as my irritation became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the 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 poppycock and my Turkey baster to get that kid, your comrade was n't nothing but a sod ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Saint John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a fancy woman, I wanted Milly 's voiced succulent ass hole around my vain penis but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the treasonable cuckold, a whore.

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

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

'' lav in law I am your babe ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's chest, her back talk seemed inviting, her eyes now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll teach you to cuckold Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my fingers among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the T. H. White cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound chest, it was a minute for me to rip the cloth down off her berm and on down to her waistline, the kitchen knife 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 breast but no, I merely cut the bindings around her breasts, and pulled away the lacerated cover 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 naked but for her boots.

'' I 'll instruct you to use my comrade so ill ! '' I snapped and to a pant from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery amah, and new whore and an old fabrication bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite a mad ? '' her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the tongue in the waistband of my trousers I took the party 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 cumulation in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her mitt and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the lash leaving livid red run on her pale garden pink flesh.

'' Marjorie salve your boldness ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her heap uncovered to peek through fingers saving her face so I whipped her between her legs.

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

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

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

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the living 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, reestablish her to her place and we will say no more about it. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran libertine than for 20 and more years and by the big of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace rear and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the tongue and cut her clothing down her rear from cervix to hem and uncase it apart to reveal her trunk ready for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to get off so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her greater misfortune that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the dampness in that wad of roll between her legs.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh who can penetrate 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 mound heaved, her brim trembled and I grew punishing observance, `` Mother bawd and baby working girl, I shall turn on you now, on your rachis woman of the street ! '' I snapped and I ripped my rear of barrel out-of-doors scattering button widely until my member was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not enthral me, it is too big, you will tear me, strain me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and shake off her down in the mouth beside her female parent and I sought to mount her.

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

Her scourge saved her, her womb lubricated itself in fear and with that fear I plunged abstruse inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fist until with her resistance fading and as her screaming became sobs of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my violation continued it was alarm that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too solid ! '' 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 make up one's mind, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly stimulate him pay heed under the consideration. ``

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

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

'' Forget Constables, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far forged than he in their eyes, '' she admitted and she pulled her mangled article of clothing around her again and went to her cupboard to assay more clothing.

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

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

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

'' That was fornication not love, 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 mistress. ``

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

'' Off with the bang, 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 stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the hostler, bring the stable lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no more need 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 serve my mistress and who shall be dismissed ? '' I asked.

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' Sodomite eh ? '' I asked.

'' Indeed not ! '' he said, `` I shall make unnecessary myself for wedlock. ``

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

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

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

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink tough than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional troughs and bathing tub brought and you shall all be fair and voguish. ''

'' Oooh, '' sallying forth exclaimed, `` We have to bath Patience, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' postponement hard, '' I said, but the stable fella were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was mindful the altogether multitude were disrobed.

'' delay hard I say, '' I repeated but my subject area had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but bailiwick had broken entirely and suddenly it seemed everyone was disrobing.

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my all over repugnance Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her back he claimed her by driving his solidly erect 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 create order from undiscipline by subject field and all I have brought is criminal conversation. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall agitate cook for that static hand 's heart, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Leave them to their delight, '' she said, `` semen inside, let us talk, '' 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 globe we stop discussion of this getting abroad lest you become a laughing stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

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

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' You know you want to, '' she said and as I looked around it seemed that quite suddenly almost every retainer was indulging in fornication, indeed cook had members in her womb and ass kettle of fish 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 sleeping room, `` Take your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should return to the army, Mother can look after the landed 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 confusion, I need comfort, I need a whore ! ``

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

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

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

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

This sentence there was no resistance, she allowed me to take my delight, she spread her legs all-encompassing and even held the lip to her womb open for my entree and being moist I speared her with the cracking ease, `` ask off you Jerkin that I may palpate the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lying bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am for sure to trounce your mammilla against my bared chest of drawers, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and pose my naked breast against her warm teats.

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

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

Her mother came to lecture when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in bootleg as ever, `` can, '' she said, `` This ravishing my girl will not do ! ``

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

'' No of form not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not think she cuckolded your comrade, '' she said, `` They were never husband and married woman, he sodomised all form of nestling and vagrant and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handgrip of a spoon 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 witch more the concerned parent, but I dressed and went to check om Marjorie.

I was just in sentence for two horse barn blighter had her spreadeagle on the shuck 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 English, `` fuddle up lads, '' I said
, `` Drink and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the handmaiden were too drunken to train a meal and so I had Marjorie don a handmaid 's smock and together we carved a chicken cook had roasted earlier and we ate chicken and boodle for our supper.

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` booster cable on, '' and I lit candles from the kitchen flak 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 squander out the candles.

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

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

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

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my head to snuggle 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 outgrowth and I felt her pathfinder him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to put down her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moistened innards, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then recite me I excite you like a dependable whore should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet Pisces or I might as well poke your mother or an stableman 's rear. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a mother I 'll give you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my appendage and seemingly milked my ointment from me as I pounded into her, and quite suddenly I let fly the pent up cream from my ball and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her heart tightly in self-abnegation, `` No ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And be uncommitted should I postulate a cocotte ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I shall use you for my delight, '' 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 indigence. ``

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

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

'' So take for me, '' she said, `` commit me some sign that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are nothing but a woman of the street ! ``

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

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

'' You were fleet enough to hold back the servants abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not encounter it in your pith to make love me ? ``

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the moment, '' and I gently plowed her in the swarthiness and the warmth of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would make me to talk my seed promptly but shortly her senses departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

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

There was nothing to be said, I ran my fingerbreadth through her pilus and I fell into a most contented sleep.

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

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

'' No, not until you admit you have it off me ! '' she insisted.

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

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

'' You please me, '' I reminded her, `` But I do not tell Trygve Halvden Lie easily. ``

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

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

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

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

But she was upon me and sinking herself down on my member she pleasured herself greatly, `` See I have become a wanton whore ! '' 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 make me an offer ! ``

'' I shall conjoin your mother and have you for my bawd, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or marry you and throw your mother for my whore, '' 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 mother. ``

'' When I am with child, '' she said, `` She may dish up then ! ``

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