Lord Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the fifth part Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from help overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as gelid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the stark model for any artist wish to depict a enchantress as ever walked abroad, and with an evil personal manner to match, and in addition there was a crumbling planetary house, dilapidated estates, depleted coffer and by some miracle Carolus'tiny daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the all depressing fateful edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for long time and had no clear notion of how one keeps discipline among servants when they may simply take the air away and leave one 's employ, one might experience the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the whole enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to elude the balls.

You see soldiering is my life story, the Cavalry, the flash of the leaf blade, the charge of the cathexis, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining muscularity of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the demarcation, sabre against musket globe, sinew against human body, grape shot against muscle, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington dorm and the family name.

It was unsound far forged than I imagined, the family 's close up passenger car which collected me off the mail bus was filthy and ill maintained, the number one wood spent the journeying chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should take been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horses were nasty, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seat were full of dirt.

The menage were assembled for my inspection at the front line porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a tawdry belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform famous by such cleanliness that one could recognise that it was bottle viridity in hue and not mildew on black like Belcher's.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by epithet though Belcher called him Saint Matthew the Apostle, and there were chambermaids, wisecrack, May and Patience, carefully selected for their sovereign wickedness I assumed, though the life-threatening cut of their hairsbreadth and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright piano with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breathing time when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maidservant and Bessie the under James Cook not to mention the platoon of loafer who inhabited the stable posing as ostlers and stable hands while playing harlequinade and idling their daylight away.

I made a cursory inspection only as ma'am Marjorie and that old witch of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the home, `` My dear Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so gloomy. ``

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

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` Mama says you should turn back my portion. ``

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

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

'' I said noon, it is now twenty six transactions after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` lunch meter. ``

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

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

'' wellspring we told Bessie to say cook, '' said Marjorie uncertainly, `` Or was it Milly ? ``

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

'' lavatory ! '' the old enchantress snapped, `` This is England, we are not savages, these are our retainer and we do not whip our handmaid ! ``

'' That ma'am is what is wrong with this household, with this demesne, no field of study ! '' I exclaimed, `` field of study, clean uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven bright soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

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

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall require the flagellation ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

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

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

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

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

'' Very armed services Captain ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' 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 witch asked.

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

It was a barren of debris and carelessness and did my humour no party favor, and I watched from the window for a moment as the menage sluggardly wandered into the star sign once more.

I gave them a few moments before I went to the head of the step, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` team, attending ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my ill luck to require, '' I explained, `` And it will not do, will not do, '' I continued, `` And I shall go away and get back tomorrow when I expect a accomplished transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled bunch and mounted the carriage, its says much for the staff 's loafing that my luggage was still aboard the baby buggy and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something embrown and probably boozer.

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 save the Equus caballus, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the crest, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of ablaze brass and ample boob and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a round of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very acceptable break-fast I strolled uselessly about the Ithiel Town until predictably enough the pram arrived twenty minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to give been a surfeit of slow farm cart along the way.

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

This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the battlefront steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and self-contained my dish, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an advance in any other region then I failed to observe it, though at to the lowest degree the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a dirty shirt under a dirty cap, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his shoes in motive of a shine, his threadbare shirt and pant tolerably clean as was
Saint Matthew the Apostle Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber amah, Sally and forbearance, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was James Cook, and spoilt of all her hands were filthy.

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

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

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

'' whip or dissolve you are a ignominy sir ! '' I snapped.

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

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

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

'' 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.

'' right man, '' I said, an turning I added, `` Belcher do n't stand there open mouthed, you 'll catch a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better suit if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the jr. man, `` And you must use more soap and less smell, I told the bedchamber housemaid, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

'' You, Bessie, eyelash or sack ? '' 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 child, '' I said.

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

'' Just two thong then, pacify ones, '' I offered, `` This meter. ``

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

'' No on your bare seat, '' 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Really, your eyelash madam, would you prefer twenty here in private or ten in the court ? '' I asked.

'' The court, 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 bend over the bed and enhance your skirts. ``

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

'' ingest a week to stop up another positioning before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old beldame was at the ascendant of the room being unprepared.

dejeuner was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the officers flock at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house detainment to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the eastward side of the menage and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stalls at one end and a wall with just a modest wooden door to the south, access being through the capital oaken door at the north by the stables, 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 minds eye the mounting stone's throw whereby a charwoman in crinolines might ride her horse side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

'' So prepare what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a sawhorse lash 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. ''

'' enjoin me more ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hand the lash to Marjorie 's female parent before I returned to fake, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her dissent I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts heights over her head to reveal her soiled filthy once Edward D. White cotton underwear.

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

White cloth, pink hide and a loaded Brown University bud of a womanly ass muddle were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and specks of line to the scene as the Captain James Cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, `` Seven, eight nine, '' the old Wiccan counted, `` Fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed exertion in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

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

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

'' Bessie, your turning, '' I called sweetly, `` farm your skirts and downhearted 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. ``

'' wellspring, that should have chastisement sluttish, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her croupe just once with the palm of my left hand, `` Now go away and take regard. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her wench, she too was plain beneath her skirts and her untested unplucked virgin uterus peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched Brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my penis and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure enough that I blushed.

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

'' She 's Saint Matthew the Apostle 's beauty sir, maybe he could correct her ? '' he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

'' Binks, ten of the salutary 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 complaint ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a simple example. '' I ordered as my irritation became vivid, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

'' What did you mean about Lady Marjorie ? '' I asked.

'' Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my turkey baster 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 ego, '' she said, `` If that 's what cucking hold is. ``

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

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

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

'' John ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A tart, a filthy lady of pleasure, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the mentation of a prostitute, I wanted Milly 's easygoing succulent ass hole around my self-conceited extremity 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 lousy whore, well you can make your board and lodging on your dorsum ! '' I cried.

'' John in law I am your baby ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's breast, her lips seemed inviting, her eyes now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll learn you to wander Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my fingers among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned catch and ripped it away tearing the ovalbumin cotton fiber away down in a vee between her tightly bound titty, it was a minute for me to rip the material down off her shoulder and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her titty bone.

She thought it was for her chest but no, I merely cut the bindings around her breasts, and pulled away the torn bandaging and then as her spinal column was bared I cut the lacings of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the framework fell away to leave behind her naked but for her boots.

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

'' privy are your quite mad ? '' her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past tense caring as I threw Marjorie to the primer and thrusting the knife in the sash of my pant 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 stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her hands and the teat on her knoll which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the lash leaving livid red streaks on her sick garden pink flesh.

'' Marjorie deliver your face ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her pile uncovered to glint through digit saving her face so I whipped her between her legs.

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

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

'' Lord Marchington, I shall have you shot ! '' Marjorie 's female parent informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall have the constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a smack to her weasly 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 of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the shape, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't estimate her, mend 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 prevent poor Charlie animated long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life ! ``

'' Marjorie had a substantial dowry, '' the old crone explained, `` Charles pursued her ! ``

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

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

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the tongue, `` You miserable dried up barren old beldam, you made your daughter a cyprian ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life-time ran immobile than for twenty and Sir Thomas More geezerhood and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace fundament and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her spinal column from neck to hem and pare it apart to reveal her consistence quick for whipping.

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

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

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

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

'' Fornicating tiddler, he has his creative thinker on raping me scream the Constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all gloss of propriety.

'' Why sir, why my female parent ? '' Marjorie asked belatedly.

'' Oh who can bottom 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 mounds heaved, her sass trembled and I grew operose observance, `` Mother tart and baby cyprian, I shall depend on you now, on your back whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering push button widely until my outgrowth was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not dishonour me, it is too big, you will displume me, separate out me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and cast her gloomy beside her mother and I sought to ride her.

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

Her terror saved her, her uterus lubricated itself in fear and with that care I plunged rich inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fists until with her resistance fading and as her shriek became shortness of breath of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my assault continued it was alarm that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too potent ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her parts she said, `` Oh I am on fire, momma, 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 mommy ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must decide, '' the female parent explained, `` You can hardly give him pay heed under the circumstances. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' That was criminal conversation not love, why I might postulate More pleasure from a sheep 's cocksucker than your womb were I a Romanov. '' I averred, `` No come, let the faculty enjoy their new kept woman. ``

'' 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 cipher but her recollective kick and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the iron heel, you shall go entirely nude, '' I ordered.

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the waistline 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 stableman, convey the unchanging cuss, '' I ordered, `` See, no more pauperism for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with care now as the fellow came running.

'' But sir, she is our kept woman ! '' said one.

'' Exactly, now who shall serve my schoolma'am 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 lady of pleasure ? '' I asked again.

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

'' Right, in the horse trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` l I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink worse than horses, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain unwashed, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall bear additional troughs and tub brought and you shall all be blank and smart. ''

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

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the horse barn lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was cognizant the whole throng were disrobed.

'' clutch hard I say, '' I repeated but my study had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but discipline had broken entirely and suddenly it seemed everyone was disrobing.

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my complete horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her rachis he claimed her by driving his solidly erect member mystifying inside her.

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

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

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall fight cook for that stable helping hand 's warmheartedness, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

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

'' Do n't disgrace yourself, '' she said but there was none to liken with Marjorie now they were disrobed, and her pitcher's mound were freed from their bindings.

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

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

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

'' Leave them to their joy, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us blab, '' she suggested.

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

'' talk, about the hereafter and how on earth we stop countersign of this getting abroad 50 you become a laughing line of descent, '' she said anxiously.

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

'' Then I have not the strength to forbid 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 Captain James Cook had members in her womb and ass hole and in her backtalk all at the same time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed chamber, `` direct your delight if you must, then perhaps you should come back to the regular army, female parent can look 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 head is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all mental 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 caskful brought out so they are all so drunken that by morning all will be forgotten. '' she suggested.

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

This time there was no resistance, she allowed me to get hold of my delight, she spread her wooden leg wide and even held the sass to her womb exposed for my unveiling and being moist I speared her with the cracking easiness, `` get hold of off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your bureau, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning char, '' I assured her, `` And a lying cunt and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasance I am sure to crush your teats against my bared breast, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and laid my naked chest against her warm teats.

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

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

Her female parent came to talk when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in black as ever, `` privy, '' she said, `` This ravishing my girl will not do ! ``

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

'' No of form 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 sorting of tykes and vagabonds and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

'' But she had relation back with another man ! '' I exclaimed.

'' With the hold of a spoon and his seed yes, but his penis no, '' she explained.

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

She slipped away, somehow she seemed less the Wiccan 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 wheat and were about to ravish her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` Lead on, '' and I lit wax light from the kitchen fervor and handed her one while the other I took and we repaired to my room.

She slipped from her robe and slipped nakedly between the bed sheets and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my arms, pausing only to bumble 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 cuss. ``

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

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

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

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my headway to snuggle her neck, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her down feather I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my appendage and I felt her guide him to her womb, I eased myself back and then forward to put down her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moistened innards, `` That is not too revolting is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell me I excite you like a beneficial whore should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your mother or an stableboy 's backside. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're damned tight for a mother I 'll establish you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my extremity and seemingly milked my cream 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 optic tightly in self-renunciation, `` 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 cast me aside. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You play a dangerous secret plan madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So hold me, '' she said, `` Give me some foretoken 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 elbow room ! '' she insisted but she remained at a lower place me.

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

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

'' Hush woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savour the minute, '' and I gently plowed her in the darkness and the warmth of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would get me to spill my seminal fluid promptly but shortly her Mary Jane 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 finger's breadth through her hair and I fell into a most contented sleep.

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

'' On your backrest whore I have demand, '' I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Please John Lackland ! '' she said, `` For pities sake take a leak me an offer ! ``

'' I shall hook up with your female parent and have you for my tart, '' 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 face fell I added, `` I have no penury of your female parent. ``

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

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