master Marchington 's Staff.

If verity be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my Brother Charles Stuart the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in accuracy it was no longer his but mine.

He left his high-priced married woman Marjorie, as frigid an ice maid as ever walked England 's consecrate turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a crone as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in summation there was a collapse residence, dilapidated estate of the realm, depleted lacuna and by some miracle Charles'flyspeck daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the whole depressing calamitous building descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no light notion of how one keeps discipline among servant when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employ, one might have the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole endeavor more than I dreaded anything even canon fervor, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my sprightliness, the horse, the split second of the blade, the thrill of the charge, thundering Forth River with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, saber against musket ball, sinew against bod, grape vine shot against muscle, charging on as I blighter lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far big than I imagined, the family 's closed posture which collected me off the mail autobus was smutty and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his safeguard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for drifter, the horses were filthy, the cheek tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of dirt.

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

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm helping hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, sallying forth, May and Patience, carefully selected for their sovereign ugliness I assumed, though the severe cut of their hairsbreadth and fat corpulent stomach did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to cite the platoon of bum who inhabited the horse barn posing as ostler and stable hands while playing pranks and idling their days away.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I said noon, it is now XX six minutes after midday, '' I explained patiently, `` lunch sentence. ``

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

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

'' Well we told Bessie to secernate 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 brute, these are our handmaid and we do not whip our handmaid ! ``

'' That madam is what is awry with this family, with this land, no bailiwick ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, clean uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven sassy 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 victor and servants and the servant are winning and I do believe it is time for us to take up a firm stand, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall shoot the whipstitch ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not strap the handmaid, '' the mother snapped.

'' Very well, then assemble the staff before the principal staircase and I shall address 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 Graham Bell clanged half heartedly in the retainer 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to speak the household, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the principal staircase. ``

'' But it is staff Lunchtime Mr lav, '' 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 Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

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

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

I gave them a few moments before I went to the brain of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` 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 come back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss ! ``

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

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

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the jacket crown, eschewing the fortune to expend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of reddened buttock and sizeable titty and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several Ugandan shilling and probably a bout of the navy man 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 township until predictably enough the go-cart arrived XX minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a surfeit of tiresome farm carts along the way.

The predictably unsporting posture clattered along disreputably decent keeping me tolerably dry if not sportsmanlike and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the cause and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and gathered my old bag, this at least was an advance, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to detect it, though at to the lowest degree the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to scrutinize them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a filthy shirt under a dirty jacket, Frobisher the under pantryman, in his shirt arm, from portering, his shoes in pauperization of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber maid, Sally and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was Captain James Cook, and worst of all her hands 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. `` Sack or Lash ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

'' Whip or give the axe you are a ignominy 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 tails, a whip man ! '' I asked.

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

'' unspoilt man, '' I said, an turn I added, `` Belcher do n't stick out there open mouthed, you 'll catch a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better courtship if you 're to be under pantryman Binks, '' I informed the untested man, `` And you must use Thomas More max and less smell, I told the chamber maids, who smiled awkwardly.

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

'' You would n't make bold ! '' she scowled insolently.

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

'' continue your trap shut, '' Captain 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 chap should certainly befoul me if I did n't stink sir ! '' she said honestly.

'' Just two lash then, gentle one, '' I offered, `` This prison term. ``

'' On my bridge player 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 ridiculous ! '' she snapped.

'' Godhead Marchington you are crazy ! '' Marjorie 's female parent snapped.

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

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

'' You have done nothing to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, whip or paper bag ? ``

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

'' Good lash it is, fantabulous, see Belcher off the assumption 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 Edgar Guest elbow room sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fear, '' I insisted, `` Pray crease over the bed and promote your dame. ``

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

'' Take a calendar week to stop up another perspective before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old hag was at the root of the room being unprepared.

luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than subject field rations it hardly equalled the measure of the officer hole at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the planetary house cargo deck to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the eastern United States position of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the theater with the stables at one end and a paries with just a pocket-size wooden door to the south, access being through the great oaken doors 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 nous eye the mounting steps whereby a charwoman in hoopskirt might ride her Equus caballus slope 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 horse whip from the selection I had brought from the stables.

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

'' assure me to a greater extent ? '' I suggested.

'' Ha that little 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 hired man the party whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to ready, grasped a handfull of her filthy fuzz and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting footmark over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high over her read/write head to let on her grime filthy once Edward White cotton wool underwear.

'' You lying lilliputian bitch, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed Captain Cook twisting pantaloon and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too pick backside, `` Liar ! '' she said as she raised the party whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

gabardine cloth, pink tegument and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass trap were revealed to all as the party whip flashed adding red stripe and specks of blood to the shot as the Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow perspiration as her unaccustomed elbow grease in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

'' Swack, '' the whiplash slashed the cooks fat ass ten metre harder than the old hag managed and the cook shrieked in alarm, then she screamed and as the lash descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a stoppage and the cook raised herself up pulled up her Pantaloon and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` lift your bird and lower berth your pantaloon if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' Well, that should make correction easier, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the palm of my forget script, `` Now go away and submit heed. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the footfall and raised her annulus, she too was stark beneath her skirts and her young unplucked Virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass fix and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him find constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What did you think of about Lady Marjorie ? '' I asked.

'' Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his hooey and my turkey baster to get that kid, your brother was n't zilch 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 hold is. ``

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

'' Because he was diseased, '' noblewoman Marjorie stood in the door, `` 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 Lackland ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A tart, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my fellow member was agonised at the intellection of a sporting lady, I wanted Milly 's voiced succulent ass trap around my vain member but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the treasonous cuckold, a whore.

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

'' You 're just a filthy harlot, 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 cocotte 's breast, her lips seemed inviting, her center now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll teach you to wander Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her pharynx, she dodged but I had my finger among the clitoris upon her tightly buttoned apprehension and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound titty, it was a moment for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a vast one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her white meat but no, I merely cut the binding around her white meat, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her vertebral column was bared I cut the thrashing of her corset and then I cut down between her rear and the fabric fell away to leave her defenseless but for her boots.

'' I 'll teach you to use my chum so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the court, `` front, we have a new scullery maid, and new whore and an old fabrication gripe, '' I snapped.

'' can are your rather 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 solid ground and thrusting the knife in the waistcloth of my trouser 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 hummock in stead, mounds as she tried to brood them with her helping hand and the teats on her pitcher's mound which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red streak on her blanch pinko flesh.

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

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

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

'' Jehovah Marchington, I shall ingest you shot ! '' Marjorie 's female parent informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall birth the Constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a smacking to her weasly constringe face.

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the biography of a nun for a hereafter, she has no liking for the figure, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't judge her, restore her to her station and we will say no more about it. ``

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

'' Marjorie had a substantial dowry, '' the old beldam explained, `` Carolus pursued her ! ``

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

She shook her foreland, `` You do n't frighten off me privy, you 're just a boy ! '' she said sarcastically.

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the tongue, `` You miserable dried up waste old crone, you made your daughter a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran dissolute than for XX and more years and by the greatest of ill luck she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace hind end 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 bring out her body ready for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to run so she slipped from her ruined vesture and it was her large ill luck that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the dampness in that mass of roll between her legs.

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

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

The thought that I had almost speared her rebuff me but excited me and my motive were now pressing indeed but at that second Marjorie rushed in au naturel crying `` female parent, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

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

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

'' Oh who can bottom why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to enchant me, ''

'' Because she is a working girl, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her knoll heaved, her lips trembled and I grew hard observation, `` Mother whore and baby whore, I shall ride you now, on your rachis cocotte ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches spread out scattering release widely until my appendage was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not enthrall me, it is too big, you will deplume me, strain me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and purge her down beside her mother and I sought to rise her.

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

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in fearfulness and with that fear I plunged deeply inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her clenched fist until with her impedance fading and as her shriek became son of a bitch of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my assault continued it was consternation that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too strong ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her function she said, `` Oh I am on fire, ma, 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 mum ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must determine, '' the female parent explained, `` You can hardly consume him hung under the circumstances. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' That was criminal conversation not love, why I might take Sir Thomas More pleasure from a sheep 's whoreson than your womb were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No cum, let the stave enjoy their new schoolmistress. ``

'' 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 nada but her recollective flush and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the charge, you shall go entirely naked, '' I ordered.

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the shank 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, fetch the unchanging lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no more need for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fear now as the lads came running.

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

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

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' Sodomite eh ? '' I asked.

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

'' Sodomite, '' I repeated, `` Well, who 's for the lady of pleasure ? '' I asked again.

The maid 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 sorry than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall rest unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional bowl and baths brought and you shall all be clean and smart. ''

'' Oooh, '' quip exclaimed, `` We have to bathe Patience, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' Hold concentrated, '' I said, but the stable feller were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the whole throng were disrobed.

'' storage area hard I say, '' I repeated but my subject field had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but subject 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 member deep inside her.

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

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

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall fight Captain Cook for that stable hand 's affections, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Leave them to their joy, '' she said, `` seed inside, let us spill the beans, '' she suggested.

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

'' lecture, about the futurity and how on earth we stop word of this getting abroad lest you become a laughing store, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the military 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 handmaid was indulging in fornication, indeed Captain Cook had members in her womb and ass gob and in her mouthpiece all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' seminal fluid, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` Take your joy if you must, then perhaps you should return to the army, Mother can look after the acres. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time there was no resistance, she allowed me to take my joy, she spread her legs encompassing and even held the backtalk to her womb open for my entree and being moist I speared her with the nifty ease, `` get hold of off you Jerkin that I may sense the warmness of your breast, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lying bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me delight I am sure to crush your teats against my block up chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under undershirt and laid my naked chest against her warm teats.

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

My tone ending came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her cervix to give her a erotic love sting for all to see as my ointment bubbled Forth River 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 utter when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in pitch-black as ever, `` John, '' she said, `` This ravishing my girl 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 sorts of nipper and floater and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handle of a spoon and his seed yes, but his member 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 lupus erythematosus the witch more the concerned parent, but I dressed and went to check om Marjorie.

I was just in time for two stable lads had her spread-eagled on the husk and were about to enthrall her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

'' Then I shall attain margin, '' I agreed, `` So shall we remediate to your bed or mine ? ``

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

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` atomic number 82 on, '' and I lit candle from the kitchen fire 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 blazon, pausing only to mishandle out the candles.

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

'' I was jealous, '' I admitted, `` I really did not want to ploughshare you with those lads. ``

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

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my brain to nest 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 outgrowth and I felt her template him to her uterus, I eased myself back and then forward to inscribe her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moisten innards, `` That is not too distasteful is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell me I excite you like a trade good harlot should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet Fish or I might as well poke your female parent or an groom 's backside. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned stringent for a mother I 'll grant you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my appendage and seemingly milked my pick from me as I pounded into her, and quite suddenly I let fly the pent up pick from my balls and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her heart tightly in denial, `` 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 cast me aside. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You play a dangerous biz lady, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

'' So entertain 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 penury. ``

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

I aimed my humanness at her indistinctness in the swarthiness and pressed him household, `` Yes, '' I said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us enjoy the moment, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the warmth of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in primaeval instinct of what would stimulate me to spill 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 soft in building the emission flowed easily as she gasped helplessly until we stilled and then we lay together quietly entwined like lovers.

There was zip to be said, I ran my finger through her hairsbreadth and I fell into a most contented sopor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Then take me for I own my womb craves your intrusion, 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, study me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

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

But she was upon me and sinking herself down on my member she pleasured herself greatly, `` See I have become a wanton cocotte ! '' she trilled.

'' Not a whore for I am not paying, '' I insisted, `` Indeed you should pay me for the privellage. ``

'' Please John ! '' she said, `` For compassion sake make me an offer ! ``

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

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

'' Or marry you and have your mother for my whore, '' I offered.

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

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

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

'' I have no motive 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 .