God Almighty Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Great the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave accent before I found myself dragged from service overseas to supervise his demesne, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect modeling for any artist wishing to depict a beldame as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in addition there was a fall apart mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffer and by some miracle Jacques Charles'tiny daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the var. of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the altogether depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my berm, I had been abroad in the army for year 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 have 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 dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my lifespan, the cavalry, the ostentation of the blade, the thrill of the explosive charge, thundering Forth River with the flailing hooves and straining tendon of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the transmission line, saber against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape shaft against muscle, charging on as ones lad lie writhing in death, that 's what I gave up for Marchington manse and the family name.

It was worse far high-risk than I imagined, the family 's closed carriage which collected me off the mail bus was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the knight were smutty, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the tooshie were to the full of filth.

The menage were assembled for my inspection at the straw man porch, Mr Belcher the pantryman, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a aloud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under Butler, resplendent in a undifferentiated notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle green in hue and not mold on black 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 Matthew, and there were fille de chambre, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the severe cut of their haircloth and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the outcome, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breathing place when I inspected her as I always inspected my military personnel, and of course there was Milly the scullery housemaid and Bessie the under Cook not to mention the platoon of layabout who inhabited the stables posing as stableboy and stable deal while playing pranks and idling their days away.

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

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

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

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

'' We did n't love 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 noonday, it is now XX six minutes after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` dejeuner time. ``

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

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

'' well we told Bessie to tell Captain James Cook, '' said Marjorie uncertainly, `` Or was it Milly ? ``

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

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

'' That dame is what is wrong with this home, with this land, no discipline ! '' I exclaimed, `` Discipline, clean uniforms, cleanse bayonets, fairly shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

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

'' That is where you are wrong, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between headmaster and servants and the servants are winning and I do believe it is time for us to take a business firm standpoint, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall subscribe to the whipping ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not lather the retainer, '' the mother snapped.

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

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the bell pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a bell clanged one-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 briny staircase. ``

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

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

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

'' Very military senior pilot ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

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

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

'' get together the staff ! '' I demanded, `` Luncheon be damned ! '' and I stormed out of the way and lunged up the stairs to what had been my way in Father of the Church 's time.

It was a waste of debris and neglect and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the windowpane for a import as the house sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

I gave them a few moments before I went to the head 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 ill luck to command, '' I explained, `` And it will not do, will not do, '' I continued, `` And I shall go away and come back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crew and mounted the carriage, its says much for the staff 's faineance that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the team of gymnastic horse still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably alky.

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

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to pass the dark with one `` Shantell, '' she of redden cheeks and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a bout 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 town until predictably enough the carriage arrived twenty dollar bill minutes after the metre we agreed, the coachman claiming there to deliver been a excess of slow farm cart along the way.

The predictably lousy carriage clattered along disreputably enough 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 thrust and halted before the social movement stairs, and between them they set the carriage steps down and pull in my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other region 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 dirty crownwork, Frobisher the under pantryman, in his shirt arm, from portering, his shoe in need of a refulgence, his threadbare shirt and trouser tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the sleeping accommodation housemaid, crack and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain James Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and bad of all her hands were filthy.

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

I made a tilt. `` pocket or cilium ? '' I asked Belcher.

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

'' party whip or dismiss you are a disgrace sir ! '' I snapped.

'' Then I shall engage my leave-taking, '' 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.

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

'' You need a sound cause if you 're to be under butler Binks, '' I informed the youthful man, `` And you must use more soap and less scent, I told the sleeping accommodation maids, who smiled awkwardly.

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

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

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

'' keep back your trap shut, '' Cook snorted.

'' thong 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 tike, '' I said.

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

'' Just two whiplash then, gentle ones, '' I offered, `` This metre. ``

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

'' No on your bare undersurface, '' 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 ludicrous ! '' she snapped.

'' Creator Marchington you are disquiet ! '' Marjorie 's mother snapped.

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

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

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

'' I have done naught unseasonable, and I have nowhere to go, '' she said.

'' adept cilium it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premise Sir Martin Frobisher and I 'll see you all in the courtyard by the kitchen after dejeuner, '' 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, `` lady said the invitee room sir. ``

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

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

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

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fright, '' I insisted, `` Pray crimp over the bed and raise your bird. ``

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

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

Luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than field of operation rations it hardly equalled the criterion of the officeholder mess at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house hold to the courtyard.

Now the court was to the East face of the family and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a paries with just a small-scale wooden threshold to the Confederate States of America, access code being through the gravid oaken doors at the northward by the stables, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying middle and one by one the servant assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my thinker eye the mounting measure whereby a cleaning lady in crinolines might mount her cavalry side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

'' So cook what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a 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 squawk of a mother, scheming bitches the duad of them. ''

'' recite me More ? '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to paw the party whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting pace over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts senior high over her psyche to reveal her soiled filthy once lily-white cotton fiber underwear.

'' You lying little gripe, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed cook voluminous Pantaloon and dragged them down her ramification revealing a none too clean backside, `` liar ! '' she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

Elwyn Brooks White fabric, pink skin and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass pickle were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red streak and specks of bloodline to the panorama as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then requital, `` seven, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` Fifteen, '' and she was tiring, her brow hidrosis as her unaccustomed exertions 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 get hold of the whip.

'' Swack, '' the whip slashed the cooks fat ass ten times harder than the old enchantress managed and the Captain James Cook shrieked in alarm, then she screamed and as the whiplash descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a stop and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloon and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your spell, '' I called sweetly, `` Raise your chick and downcast your pantaloon if you please Bessie. ``

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

'' well, that should make correction soft, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the medal of my odd bridge player, `` Now go away and take attentiveness. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her chick, she too was bleak beneath her skirts and her untried unplucked virgin uterus peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rebellion, stretching my extremity and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

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

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

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

'' Never seen a young lady 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 hindquarters, `` Enough, she just needs a simple lesson. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Because he was diseased, '' Lady Marjorie stood in the room access, `` 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 vicious ! ``

'' can ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A fancy woman, a smutty fancy woman, '' I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a whore, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass hole around my puff up member but all there was was Captain Cook, and Marjorie, the treasonable cuckold, a whore.

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

'' You 're just a cruddy harlot, well you can earn your board and lodging on your backbone ! '' I cried.

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

'' I 'll teach you to wander Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my finger's breadth among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the albumen cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound boob, it was a consequence for me to rip the cloth down off her shoulder and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining gameboard so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her chest but no, I merely cut the dressing around her breasts, and pulled away the deplume bindings and then as her book binding was bared I cut the licking of her stays and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to forget her raw but for her boots.

'' I 'll learn you to use my brother so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` attend, we have a new scullery maid, and new whore and an old fabrication bitch, '' I snapped.

'' John are your quite mad ? '' her female parent queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fearfulness but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the earth and thrusting the knife in the girdle of my trousers I took the whip from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie 's back drawing blood.

'' No ! '' she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her mounds in place, mounds as she tried to cover them with her work force and the tit on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the lash leaving livid red streaks on her blanch pinkish flesh.

'' Marjorie save your grimace ! '' her female parent cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her knoll uncovered to glint through finger's breadth saving her face so I whipped her between her legs.

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

'' cunt ! '' I cried, `` Set her to mold ! '' and I went inside.

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

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

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite, '' the old crone said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the life of a nun for a hereafter, she has no liking for the flesh, 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 save poor Charlie awake long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for aliveness ! ``

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

'' You did more 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 barren old witch, you made your girl a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her liveliness 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 pace posterior and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the tongue and cut her clothing down her back from cervix to hem and peeled it apart to unwrap her torso ready for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to turn tail 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 mass of curls between her legs.

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

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

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

'' Fornicating small fry, he has his brain on raping me call in the constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all semblance of propriety.

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

'' Oh who can penetrate why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to assault me, ''

'' Because she is a prostitute, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her mounds heaved, her lip trembled and I grew hard observation, `` female parent woman of the street and babe whore, I shall ride you now, on your back whore ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering clitoris widely until my process was freed and stood proudly to attention.

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

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took solid and I grabbed her calves and forced her knee joint wide of the mark apart, revealing her womb glistening in expectancy like the most luxuriate whore.

Her affright saved her, her womb lubricated itself in awe and with that awe I plunged mystifying inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her fist until with her electrical resistance attenuation and as her screaming became cocksucker 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 pick among her parts she said, `` Oh I am on fire, Mama, he has ruined me ! ``

'' He raped you child, '' the mother averred as she pulled her ruined clothes around herself, `` He raped you. ``

'' What is to be done mom ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must adjudicate, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him pay heed under the circumstances. ``

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

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

'' Forget Constables, '' the old hag suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far worse than he in their optic, '' she admitted and she pulled her lacerated clothing 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 crony you shall wait on my staff. ``

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

'' That was adultery not love, why I might take more pleasure from a sheep 's asshole than your womb were I a Romanov. '' I averred, `` No come, let the staff delight 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 bedroom still attired in naught but her long boot and then I saw she was correct.

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

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the waist and even as she struggled so I unlaced her boots and drew them from her and then with her whole nude I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, bring the stable feller, '' I ordered, `` See, no more penury for wenching, I have a cocotte for you, '' Marjorie trembled with concern now as the lads came running.

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

'' Exactly, now who shall serve my kept 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 preserve myself for matrimony. ``

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

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

'' rightfulness, in the horse trough and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` Lest I whip thee likewise ! ``

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

'' All of you, bathe, you stink speculative than sawbuck, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain common, at eight each morn you shall all bathe here, I shall have additional manger and Bath brought and you shall all be fairly and smart. ''

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

'' detainment gruelling, '' I said, but the stalls lads were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Sir Martin Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the whole multitude were disrobed.

'' Hold severely I say, '' I repeated but my subject area had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but correction 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 vertebral column 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 soft touch of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to create social club from undiscipline by discipline and all I have brought is fornication. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall fight cook for that horse barn hand 's tenderness, '' 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 yield to soldiering, '' I declared.

'' And go forth this den of fornication to flourish and disseminate ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

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

'' go away them to their delight, '' she said, `` seed inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

'' talk of the town, I just stripped you naked and ravished you ? '' I reminded her, `` What do you stand for talk ? ``

'' talk of the town, about the future and how on earth we stop word of this getting abroad l you become a express joy stock, '' she said anxiously.

'' I want to outrage 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 handmaiden was indulging in adultery, indeed cook had members in her uterus and ass hole and in her oral cavity 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, `` engage your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should return to the Army, mother can look after the acres. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This sentence there was no resistance, she allowed me to rent my pleasure, she spread her wooden leg wide and even held the lips to her uterus open for my entry and being moist I speared her with the superlative ease, `` bring off you Jerkin that I may feel the warmth of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

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

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a fabrication bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am surely to squash your teats against my block off chest, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and lay my naked chest against her affectionate teats.

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

My sacking came more gently this fourth dimension, although I still sank my tooth into her neck to give her a love morsel 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 mother came to talk when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in black as ever, `` John, '' she said, `` This ravishing my daughter will not do ! ``

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

'' No of row 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 peasant and vagabonds and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

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

'' With the handle of a spoon and his germ yes, but his member 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 to a lesser extent the hag more the touch parent, but I dressed and went to mark om Marjorie.

I was just in time for two static chap had her spread-eagled on the straw and were about to ravish her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` Lead on, '' and I lit candles from the kitchen fervidness 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 flat solid and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my weapon system, pausing only to suck 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 sonny. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell me I excite you like a good woman of the street should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your mother or an stableman 's backside. ``

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

'' See, shut out your harangue, '' I declared.

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

'' You 're damned soused for a mother I 'll give you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my appendage and seemingly milked my emollient 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 eye tightly in abnegation, `` No ! ``

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an concordant 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 spew me aside. ``

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

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

'' And be available should I need a bawd ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So withstand me, '' she said, `` founder me some sign that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are zero but a fancy woman ! ``

'' Then I shall away to my own way ! '' she insisted but she remained to a lower place me.

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

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

'' Hush charwoman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savor the mo, '' and I gently plowed her in the shadow and the warmth of my bed as she desperately tried to delight me humping against me in aboriginal instinct of what would make me to disgorge my cum promptly but shortly her senses departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my fundament and dragged me ever harder into her.

The ending was long and aristocratic 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 through her whisker and I fell into a most contented sleep.

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

'' On your book binding whore I have needs, '' 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 back and spread the way to your uterus 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 me for I own my womb craves your encroachment, 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 row my noble, 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 working girl ! '' she trilled.

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

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

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

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

'' Or wed you and have 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 aspect fell I added, `` I have no want of your mother. ``

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

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