Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If Truth be told I was dreading my issue to Marchington Hall, my blood brother Jacques Charles the twenty percent Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service of process overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maid as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her female parent Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a Wiccan as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in plus there was a crumble star sign, dilapidated land, depleted caisson and by some miracle Charles'tiny girl, oh and gambling debts, in the grade of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no Male heir the totally depressing calamitous building descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulder joint, I had been abroad in the army for years and had no exonerated notion of how one keeps bailiwick among retainer when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employ, one might deliver the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the hale enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canyon fire, for one might see the ottoman of the canon and seek to circumvent the balls.

You see soldiering is my lifetime, the horse, the flash of the blade, the thrill of the charge, thundering Forth with the flailing hooves and straining muscle of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, cavalry sword against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape shot against muscle, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was big far forged than I imagined, the household 's unopen passenger car which collected me off the ring armor coach was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his sentry go who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horses were dirty, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were wax of poop.

The household were assembled for my inspection at the front end porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter's beer produced a loud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle Green in hue and not mold on bleak like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him St. Matthew the Apostle, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and patience, carefully selected for their sovereign ugliness I assumed, though the severe cut of their tomentum and fat corpulent stomach did much to raise the upshot, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whiskey I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of row there was Milly the scullery maiden and Bessie the under Cook not to advert the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stables posing as hostler and stalls hand while playing pranks and idling their 24-hour interval away.

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

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

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

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

'' We did n't know when to have a bun in the oven you, '' Marjorie trilled as she led me through to the sitting room beside the drawing room.

'' I said noon, it is now twenty six minute of arc after midday, '' I explained patiently, `` luncheon time. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's Captain Cook 's demerit, '' the old witch lied. `` We told her. ``

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

'' well we told Bessie to differentiate 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 savage, these are our handmaiden and we do not whip our servants ! ``

'' That dame is what is faulty with this family, with this estate, no field ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, cleanse uniforms, clean bayonets, make clean shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are unseasonable, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between masters and servants and the servants are winning and I do believe it is sentence for us to hire a business firm rack, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

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

'' Imbecile you can not slash the servants, '' the female parent snapped.

'' Very well, then gather the staff before the main stairway and I shall address them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the Melville Bell pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a Alexander Melville Bell clanged half heartedly in the handmaid '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 staff lunch period Mr John, '' he said tiresomely.

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

'' declension them in and that 's an rules of order, '' I snapped.

'' Very military machine Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

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

It was a wasteland of dust and neglect and did my humour no favor, and I watched from the window for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the theater once more.

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

'' You are the most slovenly rabble 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 make out back tomorrow when I expect a double-dyed shift, Dismiss ! ``

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

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

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to expend the Nox with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened cheeks and rich knocker and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a bout of the sailor 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 perambulator arrived twenty proceedings after the metre we agreed, the coachman claiming there to birth been a overabundance of dim farm carts along the way.

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

This time footman and under pantryman attended upon us as soon as we swept down the effort and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the rig steps down and pull together my cup of tea, this at to the lowest degree was an melioration, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other domain then I failed to detect it, though at least the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a filthy jacket, Frobisher the under Butler, in his shirt arm, from portering, his shoes in demand of a radiancy, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the bedchamber maidservant, quip 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 paw were filthy.

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

I made a listing. `` poke or eyelash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

'' whiplash or send packing you are a disgrace sir ! '' I snapped.

'' Then I shall take my parting, '' 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 butt, a whip man ! '' I asked.

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

'' Good man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't suffer there undecided mouthed, you 'll catch a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better suit if you 're to be under pantryman Binks, '' I informed the younger man, `` And you must use more goop and less odor, I told the chamber maid, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

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

'' Keep your maw 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 child, '' I said.

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

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

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

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

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

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

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

'' lord Marchington you are sick ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

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

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

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

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

'' respectable 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 elbow room sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

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

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

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

Luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than domain rations it hardly equalled the touchstone of the officer good deal at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house cargo deck to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the eastward slope of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stable at one end and a wall with just a mild wooden door to the south, access being through the not bad oaken doors at the north by the stable, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eye and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my brain eye the mounting measure whereby a adult female in crinoline might jump on her horse side saddle which was in the centre almost of the court, as a whipping stool.

'' So manipulate what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a horse cavalry 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 cunt the pair of them. ''

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

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

'' Thrash her hide ! '' Marjorie 's female parent screamed.

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hand the whip to Marjorie 's female parent before I returned to fake, grasped a handfull of her dirty hairsbreadth and ignoring her protestation I dragged her to the mounting footfall over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts senior high over her drumhead to unveil her soiled cruddy once white cotton underwear.

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

White textile, pink cutis and a fuddled brown bud of a feminine ass hole were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red grade insignia and atom of descent to the fit as the cook wailed for pardon and then payback, `` septenary, eight nine, '' the old crone counted, `` fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her eyebrow sweating as her unaccustomed travail in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

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

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

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

'' Well, that should make chastening easier, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the palm of my left hand, `` Now go away and take paying attention. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the stride and raised her bird, she too was denude beneath her skirts and her Young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her confection untouched Brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him experience constrained, I am quite indisputable that I blushed.

'' Never mind, just twist over the pace. '' 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 dependable lad, '' I ordered and invited him to pace forward, he stared.

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

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

'' smack them lad, show her who 's in charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her hind end, `` 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 James Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

'' What did you intend about madam Marjorie ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Stopped him topping his self, '' she said, `` If that 's what cucking storage area 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 evil ! ``

'' John the Evangelist ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A working girl, a cruddy whore, '' I exclaimed and my phallus was agonised at the sentiment of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass hole around my swollen member but all there was was 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 earn your table and lodging on your backbone ! '' I cried.

'' whoremonger in law I am your sister ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a harlot 's boob, her lips 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 neckband and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound breasts, it was a moment for me to rip the cloth down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining circuit card so I took a immense one and plunged it down beside her knocker bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the bandaging around her breasts, and pulled away the lacerated bindings and then as her cover was bared I cut the whacking of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to entrust 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, `` depend, we have a new scullery maid, and new prostitute and an old lying squawk, '' I snapped.

'' privy 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 caring as I threw Marjorie to the solid ground and thrusting the knife in the sash 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 hill in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her manpower and the mamilla on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red run on her pale pink flesh.

'' Marjorie hold open your face ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to glance through finger's breadth 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 work ! '' and I went inside.

'' Lord Marchington, I shall hold 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 smack to her weasly narrow face.

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

'' 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 tense, she has no liking for the bod, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't judge her, doctor her to her post 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 animated long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

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

'' You did more than 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 waste old beldame, you made your daughter a bawd ! ``

'' 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 tempo can 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 let out her trunk ready for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to escape so she slipped from her ruined clothing and it was her nifty tough luck 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 knickerbockers and she said, `` No dear god ! ``

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

The thought that I had almost speared her drive 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 tiddler, he has his brain on raping me call up the Constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all illusion 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 agglomerate heaved, her back talk trembled and I grew hard watching, `` Mother whore and baby whore, I shall turn on you now, on your spine whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my knee pants spread out scattering push widely until my appendage was freed and stood proudly to attention.

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

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

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

'' Too strong ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her office she said, `` Oh I am on blast, 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 mummy ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must decide, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly accept him flow under the circumstances. ``

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

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

'' Forget constable, '' the old witch suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far worse than he in their eyes, '' she admitted and she pulled her rupture vesture around her again and went to her cupboard to seek more clothing.

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

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

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

'' That was adultery not love, why I might take more joy from a sheep 's asshole than your womb 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 chamber still attired in nil but her hanker boots 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 flush and drew them from her and then with her completely naked I propelled her down steps and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, fetch the stable bloke, '' I ordered, `` See, no more need for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with veneration now as the cuss 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.

'' sodomist eh ? '' I asked.

'' Indeed not ! '' he said, `` I shall hold open myself for matrimony. ``

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

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

'' Right, in the horse trough 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 knight, '' I ranted, `` No one shall stay unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall bear additional troughs and bath brought and you shall all be fairly and smart. ''

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

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

'' delay hard I say, '' I repeated but my discipline had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but study 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 back he claimed her by driving his solidly erect appendage deep inside her.

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

'' None, they have made fool of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to produce ordering from undiscipline by subject field and all I have brought is fornication. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall contend cook for that stalls hired man 's affections, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

'' No, ride out I shall put on you, '' I offered.

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

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

'' And pass on this den of criminal conversation to flourish and unfold ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

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

'' result them to their delight, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

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

'' talking, about the futurity and how on terra firma we stop Book of this getting abroad fifty you become a laughing stock, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the strength 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 fellow member in her uterus and ass hole and in her mouth all at the like time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` remove your pleasance if you must, then perhaps you should return to the army, mother can bet after the estate. ``

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

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

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

'' 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 barrel brought out so they are all so bibulous 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 clip there was no resistor, she allowed me to submit my pleasure, she spread her stage wide and even held the lips to her womb open for my entry and being moist I speared her with the greatest relief, `` guide off you Jerkin that I may palpate the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning charwoman, '' I assured her, `` And a lie cunt and a cuckold, but it will contribute me pleasure I am sure to squash your teat against my block breast, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and laid my au naturel chest against her affectionate teats.

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

My release came more gently this metre, although I still sank my teeth into her neck to devote her a love snack for all to see as my cream bubbled forth 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 sing when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in Joseph 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 comrade, '' she said, `` They were never husband and wife, he sodomised all sorts of tyke and drifter and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

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

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

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

I was just in prison term for two stable lads had her spread-eagled on the straw and were about to enrapture her.

'' lady of pleasure ! '' I ordered, `` I have need of you. ``

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

Night was falling, the handmaiden were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a servant 's gaberdine and together we carved a chicken Cook had roasted earlier and we ate Gallus gallus and bread for our supper.

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

'' I shall consent my destiny, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` Pb 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 gown and slipped nakedly between the bed tack and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my arms, pausing only to bungle 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 enquire how their appendages might sense inside me. ``

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

'' What choice 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 I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my appendage and I felt her guide him to her uterus, 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 tell me I excite you like a trade good whore should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet Pisces or I might as well poke your mother or an stableman 's backside. ``

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

'' See, shut your rantings, '' I declared.

'' No the pain sensation ! '' 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 balls and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her eyes tightly in self-renunciation, `` 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 tramp 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 cat me aside. ``

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

'' No, '' she declared, `` I shall sleep 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.

'' clutch me, '' she ordered, `` I am frigidity. ``

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

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

'' You play a dangerous biz ma'am, '' I whispered and I rolled over to extend her.

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

'' I shall use you for my pleasance, '' I reminded her.

'' And I shall use you for mine, '' she taunted me, `` seed, use me. ``

'' I shall indeed, '' I agreed, `` When I feel the need. ``

'' And do you sense the motivation ? '' she asked.

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

'' So hold me, '' she said, `` render me some sign that you regard me. ``

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

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

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

'' You were swift enough to stop the handmaid abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not discover it in your spirit to jazz me ? ``

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the bit, '' and I gently plowed her in the shadow and the warmheartedness of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would cause me to spill my seminal fluid promptly but shortly her sens departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

The ending was recollective 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 null to be said, I ran my finger's breadth through her hair and I fell into a most contented 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 back whore I have needs, '' I replied.

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

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

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

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

'' Then take me for I own my uterus craves your intrusion, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared open mouthed, `` hire me I say ! '' she added.

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

'' No more Christian Bible my lord, take me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' lady ! '' 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 pity sake make me an go ! ``

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

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

'' Or marry you and give birth your mother for my sporting lady, '' I offered.

'' I shall arrange it, '' she said, `` female parent 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 fry, '' she said, `` She may attend then ! ``

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