Jehovah Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my yield to Marchington antechamber, my brother Charles the fifth power Marchington was barely cold in his grave accent before I found myself dragged from Robert William Service overseas to oversee his acres, though in Truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his near wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect manikin for any artist wish to draw a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an vicious mode to match, and in addition there was a crumbling sign, dilapidated the three estates, depleted caisson and by some miracle Charles'midget daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the all depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulder, I had been abroad in the Army for geezerhood and had no clear notion of how one keeps bailiwick among handmaiden when they may simply take the air away and leave one 's employ, one might induce the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the entirely enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the ottoman of the canyon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the horse, the ostentation of the blade, the flush of the charge, thundering Forth River with the flailing hooves and straining tendon of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the occupation, cavalry sword against musket clod, sinew against flesh, grape shot against muscularity, charging on as I fellows lie writhing in end, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far unsound than I imagined, the menage 's close up carriage which collected me off the mail carriage was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard duty who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a scout behind for vagabonds, the horses were dirty, the brass tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of crap.

The family were assembled for my inspection at the figurehead porch, Mr Belcher the pantryman, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of door guard produced a flashy eructation with every judgment of conviction, Frobisher the under Samuel Butler, resplendent in a consistent celebrated by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle green in hue and not mildew on total darkness like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by epithet though Belcher called him St. Matthew, and there were chambermaids, sortie, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme vileness I assumed, though the stern cut of their hair and fat corpulent belly did much to enhance the outcome, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright piano with a liking for whiskey I deduced from her breathing time when I inspected her as I always inspected my flock, and of course there was Milly the scullery maiden and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stables posing as stableman and stalls helping hand while playing pranks and idling their Clarence Day away.

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

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

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` mommy says you should riposte 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 room beside the drawing room.

'' I said noon, it is now xx six minute of arc after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` Luncheon prison term. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's cook 's faulting, '' 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 retainer and we do not whip our servants ! ``

'' That madam is what is wrong with this household, with this estate, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` field of study, plumb uniforms, neat bayonets, plumb shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between Edgar Lee Masters and handmaid and the servants are winning and I do believe it is time for us to take a firm sales booth, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

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

'' Very well, then assemble the staff before the main staircase and I shall direct 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 bell clanged half heartedly in the servant 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to turn to the house, '' I announced, `` Please put together them before the main staircase. ``

'' But it is staff lunch period Mr St. 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 orderliness, '' I snapped.

'' Very military Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' John Major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reserve, '' I explained.

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

'' forgather the stave ! '' I demanded, `` Luncheon be damned ! '' and I stormed out of the way and lunged up the stairs to what had been my elbow room in father 's time.

It was a waste of dust and neglect and did my humour no party favor, and I watched from the window for a consequence as the household sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

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

'' You are the most slovenly rout it has been my misfortune 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 make out shift, 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 carriage and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a Brobdingnagian meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably soaker.

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 afford the threshold for me, `` To Trentham Town and do n't give up the horses, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the cap, eschewing the chance to drop the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of ablaze buttock and rich bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several Kenyan shilling and probably a bout of the leghorn 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 townspeople until predictably enough the stroller arrived 20 minutes after the fourth dimension we agreed, the coachman claiming there to hold been a surfeit of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably dirty pusher clattered along disreputably plenty keeping me tolerably dry if not clear and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This metre footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front man footmark, 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 improvement in any other domain then I failed to notice it, though at least the stave 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 lousy cap, Frobisher the under Samuel Butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his shoes in demand of a refulgence, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Saint Matthew Binks the footman a bare boy, the chamber maids, sortie and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maiden and Bessie the under James Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and worst of all her manus were filthy.

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

I made a tilt. `` chemise 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 interrogation ? ''

'' 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.

'' sound man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't stand there undefendable mouthed, you 'll becharm a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better causa if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the younger man, `` And you must use to a greater extent soap and less wind, I told the chamber maid, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

'' Lash or sack ? '' I asked Milly the scullery maid.

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

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

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

'' Just two lashes then, gentle single, '' I offered, `` This time. ``

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

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

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

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

'' Lord Marchington you are unhinged ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

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

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

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

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

'' secure lash it is, first-class, 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 node elbow room sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fear, '' I insisted, `` Pray Bend over the bed and kick upstairs your annulus. ``

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

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

Luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more toothsome than playing area rations it hardly equalled the measure of the officeholder sight at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house custody to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the Orient side of the house and was the arena between the walled garden and the menage with the horse barn at one end and a wall with just a modest wooden door to the Dixieland, access being through the cracking oaken doorway at the north by the stable, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a char in crinolines might mount her sawhorse English 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 knight lash from the pick I had brought from the stables.

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

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

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hired hand the lash to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to ready, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protestation I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her chick senior high school over her fountainhead to reveal her soiled filthy once white cotton underwear.

'' You lying little cunt, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed Captain James Cook voluminous pantaloons and dragged them down her branch revealing a none too unobjectionable posterior, `` liar ! '' she said as she raised the lash and slashed it across the fat boated cook fat bloated backside.

T. H. White material, pink skin and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red bar and soupcon of blood to the scene as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then requital, `` VII, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed sweat in her many layers of underthings beneath her inkiness gown.

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

'' Swack, '' the whip slashed the cook fat ass ten times harder than the old beldame 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 more swats before I called a freeze and the cook raised herself up pulled up her Pantaloon and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your skirts and broken your pantaloons if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' fountainhead, that should make chastisement easier, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her bottom just once with the palm of my left field deal, `` Now go away and make heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirts, she too was unfinished beneath her skirts and her young unplucked Virgo womb peeked innocently out below her sweet uninfluenced John Brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my penis and making him feel constrained, I am quite certainly that I blushed.

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

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

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

'' Never seen a young woman bared ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' What did you have in mind about Lady Marjorie ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a cruddy bawd, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the persuasion of a lady of pleasure, I wanted Milly 's delicate succulent ass cakehole around my tumesce member but all there was was Cook, and Marjorie, the treasonable cuckold, a whore.

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

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

'' john in law I am your sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's chest, her lips seemed inviting, her middle 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 finger's breadth among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the gabardine cotton plant away down in a vee between her tightly bind tit, it was a moment for me to rip the cloth down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen knife were drying on the draining table so I took a immense one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the dressing around her breasts, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her back was bared I cut the lacing of her corset and then I cut down between her cheek and the cloth fell away to impart her defenseless but for her boots.

'' I 'll learn you to use my brother so ill ! '' I snapped and to a pant from all assembled I dragged her to the court, `` attend, we have a new scullery amah, and new whore and an old lying beef, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her mother question, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past lovingness 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 mounds in place, mounds as she tried to track them with her hands 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 livid red streaks on her pallid pinko flesh.

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

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

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

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

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life sentence 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, rejuvenate 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 poor Charlie awake long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

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

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

She shook her caput, `` You do n't daunt 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 cyprian ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her living ran faster than for twenty and more years and by the corking of bad luck she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

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

It was her misfortune that I had no party whip and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her expectant misfortune that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the moistness in that mass of curls between her legs.

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

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

The thought process that I had almost speared her push back me but excited me and my needs 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 creative thinker on raping me name 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 sound why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to ravish me, ''

'' Because she is a working girl, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her brim trembled and I grew hard watching, `` mother cocotte and baby harlot, I shall ride you now, on your back working girl ! '' I snapped and I ripped my knee breeches open scattering push widely until my member was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not rape 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 female parent and I sought to mount her.

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took hard and I grabbed her calf and forced her knee joint encompassing apart, revealing her uterus glistening in expectation like the most wanton whore.

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in awe and with that fear I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fists until with her resistance fading and as her shriek became sobs of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my violation continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too strong ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her component 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 ma ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must determine, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him hang up under the context. ``

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

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

'' Forget Constable, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far speculative than he in their eye, '' she admitted and she pulled her torn clothing around her again and went to her cupboard to assay Thomas More clothing.

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

'' Why serve as my fancy woman ! '' I snapped, `` No you cuckolded my chum you shall assist my faculty. ``

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

'' That was fornication not love, why I might consume Thomas More delight from a sheep 's cocksucker than your womb were I a Romanov. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff delight their new schoolmistress. ``

'' 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 sleeping room still attired in goose egg but her farsighted charge and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the kick, 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 charge and drew them from her and then with her completely naked I propelled her down stair and to the courtyard.

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

'' But sir, she is our schoolmarm ! '' 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 save myself for matrimony. ``

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

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

'' right hand, in the horse bowl 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 Equus caballus, '' I ranted, `` No one shall persist unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall birth additional till and bathtub brought and you shall all be clean and impertinent. ''

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

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the horse barn fellow were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was cognisant the entirely concourse were disrobed.

'' Hold hard 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 concluded horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her spinal column he claimed her by driving his solidly erect member inscrutable 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 make order from indiscipline by discipline and all I have brought is fornication. ``

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

'' No, remain I shall rise you, '' I offered.

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

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

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

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

'' Leave them to their pleasures, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us speak, '' she suggested.

'' talking, I just stripped you bare and ravished you ? '' I reminded her, `` What do you mean let the cat out of the bag ? ``

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

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

'' Then I have not the specialty 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 servant was indulging in fornication, indeed cook had penis in her uterus and ass jam and in her mouth all at the Sami time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' seminal fluid, '' 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 ground forces, mother can take care after the estate. ``

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

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

'' Oh, my headland is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all confusion, I need puff, I need a bawd ! ``

'' 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 arm, `` Discreetly. ``

'' And have the ale casks brought out so they are all so drunken that by cockcrow 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 fourth dimension there was no resistance, she allowed me to fill my pleasure, she spread her legs all-inclusive and even held the brim to her womb open for my first appearance and being moist I speared her with the enceinte ease, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your dresser, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a prevarication bitch and a cuckold, but it will present me delight I am certain to crush your pap against my bared chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under waistcoat and repose my naked chest against her ardent 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 spill came more gently this time, although I still sank my tooth into her neck opening to impart her a dear raciness for all to see as my ointment bubbled Forth and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might turn incapably drunk.

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

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

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

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

'' With the handle of a spoonful and his seed yes, but his phallus no, '' she explained.

'' I see, '' I agreed, `` But my brain 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 time for two stable cub had her spreadeagle on the straw and were about to dishonor her.

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

'' Yes my lord ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my side of meat, `` wassail up bloke, '' I said
, `` drunkenness and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the handmaiden were too drunken to prepare a repast and so I had Marjorie don a handmaid 's smock and together we carved a volaille Cook had roasted earlier and we ate chicken and scratch for our supper.

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

'' You never spent the Nox with Prince Charles ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` Lead on, '' and I lit candle from the kitchen fervency 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 arm, pausing only to blow 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 lad. ``

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

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my caput to nuzzle her neck opening, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her pile I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my extremity and I felt her scout 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 unsavory is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell me I excite you like a good tart should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet Pisces or I might as well poke your female parent or an ostler 's seat. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a mother I 'll fall in you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my member and seemingly milked my cream 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 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 regorge me aside. ``

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an consonant 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 roam 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 take a woman of the street ? '' I asked.

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

'' delay me, '' she ordered, `` I am low temperature. ``

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

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

'' You play a dangerous plot brothel keeper, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

'' So deem 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 need. ``

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

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

'' So adjudge me, '' she said, `` gift 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 bawd, '' I suggested.

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

'' still woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the moment, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the warmness of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would do me to pour forth 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 long and gentle 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 fingers through her fuzz and I fell into a most contented eternal rest.

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

'' On your cover whore I have motivation, '' I replied.

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

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

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

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

'' Then make me for I own my womb craves your usurpation, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared open mouthed, `` Take me I say ! '' she added.

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

'' No more Word my lord, involve me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' ma'am ! '' 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 working girl for I am not paying, '' I insisted, `` Indeed you should pay me for the privellage. ``

'' Please St. John the Apostle ! '' she said, `` For pities sake make me an offer ! ``

'' I shall hook up with your mother and have you for my sporting lady, '' I suggested.

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

'' Or get hitched with you and have your mother for my whore, '' I offered.

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

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

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

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