Adventure to India (open)

[SexyChele]

Lily Blankenship stared out over the bow of the ship to the land mass barely visible on the horizon. The captain had said they would put into port the next day, and Lily’s heart was thudding with anticipation of adventures yet to come her way. She felt the warmth of the sun on her face, and found it incredible that she was so far from her native England. As she continued to look out at the mass in front of her, Lily couldn’t help but reflect on the turns her life had taken.

Lily’s parents had both died when she was 12, leaving her alone and frightened. Her uncle, Sir Edward Blankenship had been summoned from his research in India to take responsibility for his niece. Lily had never really known Sir Edward – he had left England years before, first to do cultural studies in Egypt and then to continue in India. Lily soon became captivated by his stories of adventure and exotic locations. As she grew into womanhood, she helped her uncle in his research and writing. Always, she dreamed of one day seeing the foreign lands she helped her uncle document and write about.

Lily had grown into the perfect ideal of Edwardian English beauty: her chestnut hair was thick and lustrous, her hazel eyes flashed whenever she was excited. Her delicate complexion had a soft blush to it, and her figure was curvaceous. Although men attempted to court her, Lily’s dreams were filled with ideals of Egyptian sheiks and Indian royalty. Quietly, Lily was slipping into spinsterhood.

Then, the unthinkable happened. Sir Edward Blankenship died quietly in his sleep in April of last year. Lily discovered to her great surprise the breadth of her uncle’s and her father’s estates. In short, she was an heiress of substantial wealth and property. Lily drifted for a year, unable to decide what she should do. Then, one rainy day in March, she happened by an agent that specialized in travel arrangements. In the window was a poster advertising a beautiful new ship, Star of India. Captivated, Lily walked inside and immediately booked passage to Bombay.

And now she stood on the deck of the Star of India, gazing intently at where Bombay would be. She had shocked those in her circle of friends – women, even spinsters of 27, did not travel by themselves to exotic locations in this, the year of 1910. Lily thought of the letter of introduction to Sir and Lady Radcliffe, old friends of her uncle who she hoped would not mind her intrusion into their lives. She had not waited for their response when she telegraphed from Bristol before boarding, and hoped she would be met on arrival.

As the next morning dawned, Lily arose early and dressed. She had retained her maid for the voyage, and the responsibility of this other person weighed heavily on her now. As her maid packed the few remaining items, Lily headed up to the deck to get her first glimpse of India. The port seemed to be teeming with people and ships everywhere. The British navy was present everywhere, yet Lily could see small street urchins running about, looking for pockets to pick or coins to hustle from new arrivals. Lily scanned the dock, wondering how anyone would find her.

At last, the gangplank was laid down and Lily carefully stepped down to the dock – and into her adventure…

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OOC: I’m picturing this thread as being a multi-player story. Possible characters would be Lily’s maid, Sir and Lady Radcliffe (older couple), British civilians and soldiers, and Indians natives. I have several story ideas and directions and am willing to share those with players who are interested in playing. I’m also open to other’s ideas. I do ask that the time period (1910 colonial India) be observed to the best of one’s ability.

In the interest of being fair, I must state that I will be gone on vacation from Wednesday, 11/27, through Sunday, 12/1, and will not have access to a computer during that time. I’d like to get the players together and then begin the story when I return.

Thank you for your interest!

 

[Dreieck]

The docks were crowded with people. The moment Lady Blankenship and her maid set foot on land, they were lost in the crowd.

All kind of people were squirming around them. The mix of colors and fragrances were quite a shock for them.
All of a sudden two local men, - indian style dressed - came to them.

"Lady Blankenship?" They asked. Lily noticed their accent.
"Well, yes, I'm Lady blankenship and this is my maid." She replied.
"I am Bugat, we come to take you and your belongings to Sir Radclif, please follow us." he said.
Bugat shouted some commands to other men who were waiting on the docks. He seemed to be in charge.
"O if the ladies would follow me, I'll take you to the carriage." He said while he made a way through the crowd, shouting
things in hindi. He sure was used to do this.
A couple of young beggars nocticed Lady Blankenship and came around her.

"Ah,move away, you little devils, don't you come near the ladies." he shouted loud.
The little ones were not very impressed, they were used to this kind of attitude.
Finally Lady Blankenship and her maid got inside the carriage.
Up they went in the streets of Bombay to the house of Sir Radclif.
Curious Lady Blankenship looked outside to see what was happening in the streets.
She gazed at all those new things, never seen before.
"Bugat, is it a long trip towards Sir Radclif's house?" she asked in a loud voice.
"Ah, yes Lady Blankenship, it's just out of town, it will take for about an hour." he shouted back.

The carriage first went through the city, and as time passed away, Lady Blankenship noticed
the streets were less crowded and there were more trees and bushes.
Finally they reached the outskirts of the city and beautiful houses were built in the middle
of palmtrees and other exotic plants.
"Ah, here we are Lady Blankenship, Lord Radclif residence." Bugat shouted.

 

[SexyChele]

Lily Blakenship

The port had been a blur before Lily's eyes. While part of her wanted to explore all the sights and smells, she understood perfectly well it was no place for a lady of substance to be for long. And then there was her maid - the girl had never been outside of England, much as herself, and Lily had not really thought to ask if the girl had wanted to come on this long voyage. She had simply offered the girl a substantial more amount of money to come on the trip.

But she didn't have much time to think of the port or her maid - the view along the road to the Radcliffe home was outstading! It was everything her uncle said it would be - and more! The further they got from the city, and the deeper into the jungle they rode, the faster the humidity rose. Lily took a delicate handkerchief from her bag and gently dabbed at her brow and upper lip. She realized at once that the clothing from England was not really suitable for the climate, but what was a lady to do?

While they were still in town, Lily had noticed native women in their costumes, and after the intial shock of they bare midriffs, began to see the sensibility of such an outfit. Not that she, a proper Englishwoman, would ever wear such a thing!

As her eyes drank in the scenery, her senses alive with wonderment, the coach suddenly stopped. Lily glanced out of the window on the opposite side, and suddenly saw the house they had driven up to. Although not quite in the English fashion, the house - if one could call it that - was certainly not one of the small huts they had seen from the road. When the door opened, Lily stepped down lightly to the ground, and looked up at the big, which house. She was slightly stiff from the long ride, but managed to climb the stairs to the front door, where she gained entrance.

She immediately saw the house was built in a square, with the ground floor room open to the garden filling the center. Great staircases lead up the upper floors, where Lily imagined the bedrooms and servant's quarters were located.

"Ah, my dear! How lovely it is to meet you!" The loud matronly voice fairly seemed to echo in large foyer. "I am Lady Radcliffe, my dear, and you must be Edward's neice!"

"How do you do, Lady Radcliffe? It is indeed a pleasure to meet you after all my uncle had talked about." Lily quickly withdrew the letter of introduction and handed it to the woman who, though she must be a matron's age, certainly still had the figure of a young woman and face that fairly beamed.

"Yes, yes, I'll have this deliver to Sir Radcliffe right away. But you must be tired, my dear! Let us get you to your room where you can wash up before afternoon tea. We have the honor of having several guests with us at the moment, so you should have some interesting company, I would imagine."

"Thank you, I think we would both," Lily nodded towards her maid, "would like a chance to freshen up and change. I'd never understood it could be so hot here."

"Yes, the weather can be difficult. But don't you worry! Before long and you'll be used to it. Now, off you two go!"

A servant suddenly appeared to show them up the stairs, while several more appeared to take their trunks. Lily began following them up the stairs, when something caught her eye - she stopped and looked around, and it was then she noticed the 3 gentlemen in the garden looking up after her. She blushed crimson and quickly gathered her skirts about her, rushing up the stairs.

Once in her room, she stripped her gown off and rinsed her face and washed off her chest and arms. Blast, but the heat was strong. Would she in fact get used to this? She felt as though she would rather have a nap, but knew her obligations well.

"I think the light green should do for tea," Lily instructed her maid. "It should be light enough for this weather, hopefully!"

 

[KingII]

I leaned back ....... in the shadow of the wall ..

I watched her carefully...... it was her.....

She was the only one that even came close to the description, and I could tell because of her white skin. I have never ...... never seen such skin before.

Almost the skin of a ghost ..... I have heard tales of such, or those in poor condition..... but to see her.

And to be so close......
Again .... she could be a goddess!

I smiled at the thought of having a goddess of my own ......
time would tell ...... if she was the one then ......
..... quietly I slipped back and concentrated on my mission as she walked by .... smiling at the one that tried to carry all her mistresses belongings.

I almost laughed at them ..... such rediculious clothing in this heat.

I followed them to thier retreat ..... slowly making my way past the front door and around the back to check the place out. It was huge, this would take awhile, of that I was sure.
I marked my map and carefully noted how many men and women appeared to attend to the door and a outer portions of the compound.
This would be easier if I had more help .....

........ and the girl .... her servant .... she will fetch a good price in the market.

I took all that I had seen and noted with me as I headed for the woodline that grew in the distance. I had to watch the road for abit now and make sure the bridge was not blocked and that my boat had not been found.
It would not be hard to keep track of her here, she stood out so well. An English shiling or trinket would loosen the tongue of any that worked lived or slaved within a hundred miles of this foul place.
She would be seen and heard by all I was sure. Her voice was rather demanding for one so small. Yet clear and sweet ...... she was young I could tell. By the way her clothing fit, I figure she was well fed too.
Anyone with such manors would stand out here, she could not hide ....even if she wished.

I climbed the bluff just inside the trees that lay along the road, my camp was not quite ten feet from the top. A small clump of limbs and leaves made a tent like structure that provided protection from prying eyes. And unless one stepped upon it, the appearance would entise one to walk around it. The view it gave of the river, road and plantation were very good. And if anything happened on the water or in the surrounding area ..... sound traveled well here.

I took out my English spy glass and extended it fully, sitting down comfortably and propped it on a small limb and watched.

again I slid my hand into my pocket to see if the gold was still thier ....... smiling as I felt it in my fingers.

And this ............was just the down payment.

 

[Dreieck]

Father John

A maid knocked on the room of Lady Blankenship.
"Tea is served, Mylady."

Lady Blankenship had changed dresses, her maid helped her.
She went down and was guided in a parlor.

"Lady Blankenship, may I introduce you to Father John, our shepherd of the local flock." Lady Radclif said.

Father John was an older man, about 57 years, he had grey hair, brown eyes and was rather tall. He was dressed as a priest.

Father John raised and took Lady Blankenship's hand, he bowed and gave a kiss on her hand.
"The pleasure of meeting a lady is a bless for my old heart." he said.
"Oh, don't mind him, father John can be a little poetic." Lady Radclif replied. Meanwhile the servant brought in tea and biscuits.

"Tell me, Lady Blankenship, what brings you here in India?" Father John asked.

Before she could answer that question, Lady Radclif said:
"Lady Blankenship is the heiress of several plantations here."

"Really, that's interesting." Father John replied.
"India is a complex country, if you need somebody to guide you around, I will be glad to volunteer. For starters everyone who visits bombay for the first time must see the gardens of Ajana."

"If you want I will be happy to guide you." Father John proposed.
....

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Lieutenant Colonel Thor

OOC: Lets see if this flies....

IC: India......'What a bloody hole,' I thought. I was a lifer in the Royal Army.....a Brigade commander in the Queen's Own Fusileers - a regiment of some renown in the 'Raj.' We had fought at the Khyber Pass...and many places in between....preserving the Empire for the wealthy..or so I felt. I was a poorer officer...not connected, holding my rank on sheer merit.

The damned 'Lobster Coat' was a torture in the oppressive heat of India....but the force of British arms was essential to making sure that the sun never set on the British Empire.

I was temporarily posted to Bombay...a wilderness compared to Delhi...but we also serve who also stand and wait. My batman was late..as usual, with my afternoon gin. It is difficult to deal with the provincials.

I had watched the 'Star of India' dock earlier..... 'I wonder if her passengers have someone who will blow the boredom away...' I mused.

 

[Zirconn]

Lieutenant Samuel William Taff (Will)

“Are ye daff or something?”

“Huh?!”

“Are ye deaf as well as daft? Why are ye out of uniform, sailor?”

“Sorry Captain. I’ll remedy that right away, sir.” Will quickly buttoned up the last button on his high collar jacket, even though the weather was making him sweat.

That had been the pattern and story every since they left Portsmouth. The Captain was always on his case for minor infractions. It did pain at first, but after a while, some of the other officers had told him reason for the ragging. The Captain had rose through the ranks the hard way. Whereas, Will was a university educated officer, a commissioned officer of the rank of Lieutenant in the Royal Marines Light Infantry (RMLI). Although that little bit of information did not make matters more bearable, only more understandable.

As the long sea voyage got underway, Will kept repeating the RMLI’s motto, Per Mare Per Terram, By Sea By Land. The reason was that he kept throwing up at the slightest rough weather, not the best example of a Royal Marine. So, the part of Per Terram was the only thing that kept him sane and hopeful. Like many others before him, the call of adventure could not be ignored, although service for the Empire was a bonus in itself.

Will saluted when they passed through Gibraltar. The Rock had been the steadfast symbol of the RMLI since its glorious victory during Admiral Trafalgar’s time. The passage through the Suez was uneventful, and it offered respite from the rough weather and seas. The view of the rolling hills of sand dunes and palm trees soon bored him though. The Indian Ocean was another matter altogether. It was a thing of beauty and ferocity. The yearly monsoons were beginning, and although it aided the passage to India, it did not help Will at all. This was not the best way to lose some weight, but by the time they neared the shores of India, Will was still fit, albeit a bit thinner.

The breathe of relieve from him when the Port City of Bombay appeared could be clearly audible. He had come up to the decks for some fresh air when the Captain caught him. But beyond that simple rapprochement, the Captain was silent when until the ship finally docked. Will was sure that the Captain was saving up to be used once their company reached the barracks. He was thankful for the silence as they both stood on the decks looking at the various boats that chased the wake of the ship, and the variety of ships already at dock.

The first steps on the dock brought a surge of excitement that he had never experienced before. Will had never left the shores of England before, not even across the Channel to France. To be stationed this far from home should have brought on some pangs of regret and longing. Instead, a glorious adventure, in a strange land with a strange culture would soon unfold. This made him momentarily forget about home and all its safe and fine trappings.

Will wanted a life of adventure, instead of being stuck as a boring clerk. Even his parents lamented about his staid life. No girlfriend or even a mistress to gossip about. Truly not an example of Edwardian behaviour. So he joined the Royal Marines when he was 27. And now, just past 30, he was a tall and broad shouldered Marine on his first assignment overseas. The Royal Navy sabre was secured by his side. His red jacket was buttoned all the way, and his Wolsley Pattern helmet secured on his head. With his rucksack and burlap sack containing his belongings by his feet, and the Lee-Enfield rifle slung on his shoulders, he smelled and tasted on his lips the first essence that was and is India, the Jewel of the Crown.

He had never seen so many people before in his young lifetime. There were people everywhere he turned around. He reminded himself that this was a port city, but still, the throngs amazed him. The smells were equally amazing. The spices, most of which he had only read about or heard of, were being sold right in front of his eyes. The colours of the clothes were as vibrant as the people who wore them. And for the first time in his life, he saw vehicles and hand-pulled carts yielding to cows, instead of the other way round.

“Cows are sacred here…” whispered Lieutenant Balfour (Bally) with a wink.

Will had so many other questions, but all he could do was try to keep up with the rest of the red jackets as they marched swiftly through the streets to their barracks. He did not know where he would be eventually posted, but on this vast sub-continent, anywhere would be equally fascinating. Even the dusty road that led to the barracks held an enormous amount of fascination for him. He felt like boy again, let loose to roam and explore the wide world. He even puffed his chest as far as it could go when some of the Sari-clad women giggled and stared at the column of red-tunic soldiers marching along the road. And it was his luck that a water buffalo winked back at him instead of the women.

Then they passed in front of a whitewashed house. It looked like an Englishman’s house, after witnessing all the other houses along the road. Will peeked through the gates to get a glimpse of the fabled British Rajs that purportedly lived in such stately houses. All he saw was a striking young woman being greeted by a matronly woman. No examples of British Rajs here. Sighing, he followed the troop across the street to the barracks. There would be time enough to explore once he was settled in. Perhaps some of the other stately houses around this area would satisfy his curiosity. For now, a bath and an early dinner would have to suffice, after starving quite a bit on the ship.

He whooped loudly, as did others, when the Captain announced that the evening, after dinner, would be a free time for the men. Will grinned broadly with his heart pounding by the mile at the prospect of learning more about India, even on his first day, and the first night in a strange land amongst strange and wonderful people. An adventure was beginning…

 

[Frenchgirl]

Maid

OOC a maid needed?

 

[Dreieck]

Father John

That afternoon Father John, Lily and Lady Radclif talked about India. Time past fast and soon it was time to dinner. After diner Lily asked to be excused since she was tired.

As soon as she left Father John and Lady Radclif had an interesting conversation.

"I sure would like to know Lady Blankenship better, you know a little bit more intimate." Father John grinned.

"Oh for god sake, John, don't tell me you want to spoil another innocent lady. And please keep your voice down, I don't want anyone to kwow we are lovers." Lady Radclif responded.

"All right, but don't tell me you don't like her, she is young, fresh , so demure, exactly the kind of woman you once were." Father John replied.

"Ah yes, you learnt me the ways of pleasure. You took me to the bathing houses, introduced me in the love between ladies, and for that you have my gratitude." Lady Radclif sighted.

"India is so different than olde england. I was banned by the bishop of canterbury because I had an intimate relations with several ladies. He banned me to India, and it turned out to be a blessing. Now tell me aren't you curious what is hidden beneath Lily's angelface, I bet her little rosette is as juicy as this tropical fruit." Father John said as he opened a ripe fig and slid his tongue in it.

"I agree, let's go to the balcony and see how fresh she is. But promise me you don't get frisky at the balcony." Lady Radclif said.


"I can't promise a thing." Father John said as they both went up the stairs. They entered the room next to Lily's and climbed the balcony. Then they moved to Lily's balcony. Father John pulled away the curtain and they both had a look in her room.

Lily stood in front of the mirror and unbuttoned her dress. The dress had a rounded neckline with a centre front button closure. She pulled open the bodice of her dress, unveiling her soft bosom, pushed up by a silken bodice. The dress fell over her slim and tender body. Lily stepped out of it and reached for the dress on the carpet.
She laid her dress away. She stepped in front of the mirror again and unhooked the straps of her suspender belt. She put a leg on a chair and strapped down one of her stockings. Then she did the same with her other leg. Then she pulled of her bodice, unveiling her bosom.Lily had rather big but firm breasts. Brownish areolae surrounded her nipples on her white breasts.
She gently stripped out of her satin underpants and untied her suspender belt. She put on her night gown and went to bed.

Lady Radclif and Father John silently went back to the other balcony and entered the room next to Lily's.

"Listen, I want her and I know you want her too. You have to help me, you owe me a favour." Father John whispered.

"Now listen up, this is the plan......." Father John sighted in Lady Radclif's ear.

.............
After about an hour Lily heard someone knocking on the door. “Who is there?” Lily asked.
“Lily, darling it’s Lady Radclif , can I come in?” she said. Lily stood up and opened the door.
“Oh darling, you have to help me. I can’t find Whiskers, my dog. I always sleep with him in the room when Lord Radclif is not staying the night with me and now he ran of into the parlor. I can’t sleep without Whiskers in my room, darling, he’s the only thing I have. Would you be so kind to help me looking for him in the house.” She asked.

Lily felt sorry for the old woman.
“Of course Lady Radclif, don’t you worry, we’ll find Whiskers soon enough.”

Lady Radclif had an oil lamp and together they silently left the room, looking in the mansion for Whiskers.

As the ladies left Lily's bedroom, two eyes were following every movement of the young lady.

"Oh God, she looks so nice in her silken night gown." Father John thought.

“We must be quiet, we don’t want to awake anyone in the house.” Lady Radclif whispered.

Lily wore a simple nightgown. She was unaware of the fact that the light of the lamp made her silhouette visible. Her young slim body outlined against the white silk of her gown.

Meanwhile two eyes followed every movement of the young Lady. A man stood after a statue in the hallway spying the two ladies. He looked as the two ladies came closer.



........

 

[SexyChele]

Lily Blankenship

OOC: Frenchgirl - yes, a maid is definetely needed! Please, just jump right on in! As for all these handsome men, let me see if I can find a few lovelies to keep you all "occupied"!

IC:

Afternoon tea had slipped quickly into dinner, leaving Lily tired and spent. She still felt the occasional roll of the ship's deck, and her stomach hadn't quite settled. When it came time for her to be able to make her excuses and slip to her room, Lily was thankful.

Once there, she dismissed her maid for the evening. Poor girl was probably even more exhausted than Lily was. The girl had been smart enough to lay out Lily's clothes for the next day, so Lily told her to sleep in if she was so inclined. Lily certainly hoped she would be able to do so.

As she undressed, her mind drifted to the people she had met that evening. Sir Radcliffe had seemed a bit aloof - just as a typical English gentleman might be. However, Lady Radcliffe still had some of the liveliness of her younger days. It showed in the sparkle of her eyes and in the way she laughed easily. Lily felt comfortable with her right off.

But the guest, the priest, had made her feel just a bit uneasy. Not that Lily was all that religious, but he had a way of looking at her that seemed to look through her. His manners had been impeccable, and his conversation interesting. Lily sighed, thinking it must have been her tired mind deceiving her.

She felt she had only just slipped between the sheets when a knock sounded at the door. Lily tried to concentrate - something about a dog missing and needing to be found. Funny, she hadn't seen a dog earlier. Oh well, best to humor her hostess than to be thought a poor house guest.

Grabbing a lamp, Lily slipped from her room. Even the night air was thick with humidity, so she left her dressing gown in her room. Who would be wandering the corridors at this hour? The white silk of her night dress skimmed her body, and her hair, bound in a single braid reaching below her waist, hung down her back.

"Whiskers? Whiskers!" Lily whispered into the darkened hallway. She stood up, and looked towards Lady Radcliffe to tell her it was probably no use. But the woman was gone. Probably off to another part of the house. Lily shrugged her shoulders, and began to move in the direction of her room.

Lily stopped abruptly and felt a shiver run down her spine. She turned slowly, peering down the long dark corridor and held the lamp up high. She could feel eyes peering at her, a presence just beyond the shadows. Yet, if anyone was there, they were just beyond the shadows.

"Hello?" Lily whispered into the darkness. "Lady Radcliffe? Hello? Is there anyone there?"

She waited as silence was returned to her. A chill ran through her. Ah, but she was being foolish! She was far too old to worry about monsters lurking in darkened corridors! She turned to return to her room, her thoughts on the soft bed that awaited her.

 

[gaigirl]

Tardy maid...

OOC: Frenchgirl - yes, a maid is definetely needed! Please, just jump right on in! As for all these handsome men, let me see if I can find a few lovelies to keep you all "occupied"!

OOC
I meant to come in as the maid a few days ago and I got swamped. If it is too late, I can be a "lovely" elsewhere...

 

[gaigirl]

Maid Marla

Never having traveled outside of England before, Marla inhaled the sights and scents of her surroundings with a sense of wonder and awe. When Lady Lily had offered this opportunity, Marla had been nervous, and a little frightened, but the financial incentive proved larger than her fear, and she accepted the offer to accompany the employer that Marla secretly dared to consider her friend. Lily was never one to turn away from adventure, and there was no one Marla felt safer with for exploring new lands.

For all her excitement, Marla was exhausted. The Bombay heat was like nothing she had ever imagined, and helping Lady Lily leave the ship, and settle into the Radcliffe household had kept Marla hopping. Having laid out Lily's clothes for tomorrow, and been released from further service, Marla gratefully retreated for the night into her own quarters and her own thoughts.

Marla shed her rather drab dress, and was grateful for the slight breeze of evening air coming through the opened window to cool her. She sat down at her small writing desk and took out her quill and journal. She had bought them on the last day in England, while running some last minute errands for Lady Lily. From the moment they boarded the Star of India, Marla had been writing her thoughts and observations. Within its pages, Marla revealed her true self. Her position as a maid was not due to station so much as to circumstance. Like Lady Lily, her parents had died before she had reached the age of majority. Unlike Lily, Marla had no benevolent relations to take her under their wing, or to leave her vast estates. In fact, her parents had left only debt that had consumed most of their assets. Conscious of holding on to the last remaining dregs of her family legacy, Marla had left boarding school in her final year. With the help of the headmistress there, Marla had secured employment in the Blankenship household. Ten years younger than Lily, Marla shared her interests, and saw Lily as a delightfully independent woman who was quite easy to serve and assist. Lily treated Marla almost as an equal, and gave her plenty of time to write and study allowing Marla to assist with the research and secretarial part of the work Lily had been doing for her uncle.

In her journal, Marla tried to list the names and stations of those in the Radcliffe household, and the many people she had met that day. This task proved a little difficult as they all had been so hastily introduced in the rush of arrival, and Marla took a moment to review the pages she had written since the trip began. The first few pages were filled with Marla's hopes, expectations, and anticipation of her new life ahead. The many fresh, blank pages remaining in the new journal reminded Marla that the story had just begun, and was only waiting to be written.

As Marla recalled the people she had seen and met that first day in India, inking her impressions into her journal, she paused to glance into the small mirror hanging above her desk. Her clear blue eyes her most distinguishing feature, Marla was satisfied with the way her hair framed her oval face, with a few blonde curls escaping the loosely pinned chignon. Sitting at the desk in only her chemise and underskirt, Marla admired the bones of her neck and shoulders, and the creamy smoothness of her exposed chest. Someday she would also wear clothes that accented her beauty and youthfulness. It was up to her to make a life for herself.

 

[Dreieck]

Father John

Just as Father John wanted to follow the ladies, Lily turned back and headed for her room.

Father John quickly dove back between two statues standing in the dark hallway.

"Hello?" Lily whispered into the darkness. "Lady Radcliffe? Hello? Is there anyone there?"

Lily waited for a moment but nobody responed. She then entered her room.

 

[KingII]

The moon was almost to bright .......

It may to bright tomarrow for this expedition ...... tonight would have to do.

I krept close to the stable ....... slowly making my way to the largest of the barns. This would allow me to be close to the house and possibly find some clothing that would allow me to blend in with those that lived within.

The stable keepers always seemed to leave thier shirts and such about...... starting in the early cool morning and having to shed thier wrapping by high noon. This night would produce a few items I was sure..... the last two morning had been very cool and the afternoon scorching.

Climbing the side of the crib attached to the barn I made my way into a hay mow overlooking the center of the barn. The horses moved in an easy fashion....at rest or settled from the heat of the day.

As I move to the ladder that would let me into one of the grain rooms I heard voices from the other side of the barn. Staying low I moved accross the building till I was just outside the room. Crawling through the boards that held the horses I stood up and moved slowly among the animals to the window of the room.

They would not enter into the pens .......... thier exit from the room would be to the open area.

I listened ....... it was a young females voice......
....... she was promising not to be late again ...... and begging for mercy.
Her whimpering made me curious...... thier was a long silence and then a mans voice cautiously said..... "did anyone ask you any Questions"?

"No Sir ..... no one ask anything"..... " I did exactly as you asked "

"Good" was his reply ..... "from now on you will be here on time".... "
"and report to whomever I send ".......
"no matter what happens during the day you must be here after dark. You will never ask or question the one I send, you must be prepared to listen to what you are told"
........ "no question will ask!"

I looked into the dimmly lite room .......... only one shaded candle was in use as I saw the two very close to one another.....

It was a large man ..... dress in a rather smooth jacket .... his shoulder were broad and his arms appeared to be well developed. He worked hard ....... his hair was well kept and he had boots almost to his kneees ......... British.

The girl was young ....... in her late teens ....... long dark hair, braided into one long strand. One could tell it was thick and long from my point of veiw. Her shoulders were bare and right breast was bare.......... the man had his hand deeply inbedded in her hair as he tlod her what he expected of her.

He leaned and took her nipple into his mouth ........ the girls eyes closed as she reached to cradle his head. As she melted from his touch his free hand peeled the dress from her body. She tried to abide his desires by moving to accomidate him .... he used the control he had over her to keep her just as she was. His thought was not of her pleasure it appeared.

The girl moaned quietly at times as his large hand made it way between her legs and around her buttocks. She was trying hard to be quiet.

He placed her on her knees.......

I had to look way for a moment ....... something had caused one of the horses to move rather quickly. I staired for a moment before returning my eyes to the scene.

She was naked and had her face burried deeply within the clothing of he groin. His jacket and shirt covered her head....... the mans hand held firmly to the hair on the back of her head. He pumped his groin slowly and deeply........ the expression on hisface told me he was enjoying the girl very much ...... her sounds told me she was not used to such tratment but it was clear that she had given into him.... she was not fighting but making every effort of allow him to have his way with her.

He stopped punishing the girl for abit and allowed her to please him...... he slowed before her movment abit before allowing her ations to come to an end with a muffled groan. He plunged himself deep ...... holding her thier he moaned with pleasure as he held the girl in place.

I moved off ....... making my way accross the small yard to the fence and water trough. Crossing the fence I stood upright and walked ..... as though I had a reason for being thier ........to the back of the larger living quarter. I began going through the clothing that hung on the lines drying. I found a number of items I would take..... on the very end I had what I knew would be the most important........... a uniform.
I inspected it quickly ....... no blood or bullet holes ..... no stain of anykind ..... this was a new one........ I smiled ..... thier must be a fresh new group of soldier in the area. Other than darker skin than most he may fit right in.
I lifted it high enough to see the if it had rank marks........ and wandered if this was like what my father had worn ..... when they had taken my mothers village.

I scouted out the pants that went with the uniform and then took some time looking for boots ........ which I did not find. I could take those from a drunken soldier in town if I needed to, this I did not consider a problem.

I made my way back to the barn, taking timeto see if the two were still thier.
The man had her on the floor now....... the girls legs spread around him as he moved between them. She had her eyes closed ....... the look on her face was not one of pleaseure as the man worked to please himself. She was naked and her bare skin was being ground into the dirt floor as the still fully clothed male began to pound into hard and fast.

I climbed into the mow above them and found a space between a board that would allow me to watch.
As the man stopped moving and rolled to his side she lay thier in full view for me to gaze upon.

She was beautiful ........ I had only seen one woman that looked so beautiful in boby before .... she was dancer and a whore that men paid well to enjoy. This one was as sweet or even sweeter than the whore had been. It was rather sad that I had no time to chase her, she could bring me great pleasure.

I waited till they were done and watched him leave and head toward the caretakers homes near the far side of the compound. Somewhere in the shadows of the trees I lost site of him as he made his way back from where he must have come.

The girl lay thier and rested abit before starting to dress ... she moved slowly ......... fumbling with her sash. Her finger almost to weak to untie the knot. As she undid her hair and let if fall around her shoulders I could only stare ..... with a longing that that I had not felt in a long time....... such beauty was rare.

I shook my head ......... the night can be like wine at times ..... I would have to see her in the light of day to be so sure. I did have to admit ...... even the way she moved was enticing. It was not until she was dressed and her hair was again braded and tight to head did she lay back down. I was preparing to leave when she raised her dress and slid her finger between her legs. She rolled to her side and lifted her leg and called out a name that I could not make out. She repeated it over and over as she moved her body with her hand .......... this time her face was differant than before....... her look was one of pleasure and sweetness as she slowed........ and then stopped. I enjoyed watching her and would have loved to tell her how lovely she looked in the candle light. Her face seemed so bright ...... her legs exposed just passed the thigh.

I waited till she to got up and left ....... her path took her to the servants quarters of the main house.

Stashing the clothing I had taken ............ I slowly explored the grounds for a couple of hours. I found it unusual that so many people would be up so late. In the land I came from most were sound asleep by now.

This was undoubtadly the reason people began to move around the house so late in the morning.

As I returned to my stash of clothing I checked out the horses that were in the pens ....... I inspected each and everyone ....... looking for the strongest and the healthiest. I found four that would do ........ I took a bead form my pouch and tied it into the tail of each animal ........ making sure it could not be seen or felt unless one was were looking for it.

This I had learned years ago while stealng horses from the british soldiers ........ marking them for later .........and taking them from thier corals at night.

This way we found our marks quickly at night, leaving the dragoons with only the weak and lame for thier use.

I made my way back along the fences and out to the road....... back to the tree line and up the steep embankment to my perch. I sorted through the clothing and placed it out of the way.

Taking my bag.......... I headed for the creek ........ tonight I would take a bath and get ready for the morning. Tomarrow I would attempt to be English and walk among the whites as one of their own. My skin was not that of an purebread white but the darkness only seemed to enhance my features. Those born of my Indian mothers side had always considered me that of a white mans son. And those of white looked upon me as one of thiers until I spoke or found out I was the bastard son of an English soldier.

They had attempted to make me a soldier twice ...... but my roots were those of my mothers. I had grown to hate the whites for all they they done to conquer my country and its people .......
And so I had been a spy for my people for two years before helping to destroy a company of dragoons that had been sent to punish a small village that was known to be hospitable to those that opposed the English rule of the land that we called home.

After this I was in demand for may things ........ mostly killing particular leaders ....... stealing secrets or getting number of troops or weapons.

Kidnapping was becoming pretty popular now as I saw it ...... this would make my fourth in the last season. Although this one was differant ...... they did not want her killed or injured and she was to be kept for a considerable period of time. Yet she would need to be close enough to be presented to some one within two days ride.

As I slid into the water I let all my thoughts disappear .......... I leaned back and let all my muscles relax. I floated for some time before allowed my mind to return to any form of thought. The image of the young woman in the stable was first to appear ...... her beauty equaled that of the white girl from the ship ..... her skin had such a soft sweet look to it ........ like rich raw honey.

I brought myself back to thinking of what I would do tomarrow, denying myself the pleasure of such thought until I had finished my work here. For I knew from the past it could consume one if he let it.

I bathed and then made my back to me shelter ...... laying just outside for a bit to enjoy thie night and the moon before I moved inside to sleep.

My last thought was of the white woman in the manor ....... would she be a beautiful when I got close. I tried to imagine her as the young one in the barns but ........... but before I could imagine her as I wanted .......... sleep overtook me.

 

[Dreieck]

Meanwhile Lady Radclif was still looking for her dog.
"I seem to have lost Lady Blankenship." she murmered.
Then she heart the loud voice of Bugat.
"No doubt that are my other guests, I was awaiting them for quite a while."

Lady Radclif wanted to welcome her guests, as she performed her duties as host.

As she went to the hallway, she stumbled on Father John.

"Sorry, old chap, it seemed as if our little plan failed." she said.

I couldn't see Lily anywhere, but then I remembered her lovely maid. She looked so beautiful and demure. She had this aura around her of innocence. The chance of seducing an innocent girl is a temptation that Father John found hard to resist.

So he went to Marla's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is there?" she asked.
"It's Father John, I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, but your presence is required by Lady Radclif." I lied.

"I can be such a liar, but O well, everything for the right cause." Father John tought.

"What is going on?" Marla asked with her lovely voice.
"O it seems Lady Radclif's dog is missing and now she wants everybody to look for it. It happens all the time, I'm quite used to this." Father John said.

"Well all right, hold on, I'm not presentable yet, let me put on something." she replied.

"Of course, my dear, take your time." Father John sighted.
"Oh, put on something suitable for searching the gardens or the banks of the river, it may be neccesary we leave the estate to search the dog along the banks of the river." he lied again.

As Marla dressed herself, Father John continued his small talk.

"It's a lovely evening, there is a full moon, a walk along the banks of the river or in the gardens is quite good before sleeping. You might find it stimulating." He said as he grinned.

"I'm ready, do I take an oillamp?"Marla asked.
"Oh yes, please do." Father John answered.

Marla opened the door and we were ready to go.
Father John walked behind the young girl. He was taller than her and he immediately looked at her bosom. She had a nice full bosom, no doubt she had really soft breasts. She looked great, her skin was white, shiny blue eyes and beautiful long blonde hair. She wore it in a chignon, some curls fell over her young face.

He knew he would find this girl hard to resist.

 

[gaigirl]

Marla

Writing her thoughts and perceptions of the day in her Journal, Marla was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Who is there?" she called.

"It's Father John, I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, but your presence is required by Lady Radcliffe."

"What is going on?" Marla asked.

"It seems Lady Radcliffe's dog is missing and now she wants everybody to look for it. It happens all the time, I'm quite used to this." Father John said.

"Well all right, hold on, I'm not presentable yet, let me put on something." Marla replied.

"Of course, my dear, take your time." Father John sighed. "Oh, put on something suitable for searching the gardens or the banks of the river, it may be neccesary to leave the estate to search for the dog along the banks of the river." he said, through the door.

As Marla quickly redressed, Father John continued his small talk.

"It's a lovely evening, there is a full moon, a walk along the banks of the river or in the gardens is quite good before sleeping. You might find it stimulating."

"I'm ready, do I take an oil lamp?" Marla asked, as she opened the door.

"Oh yes, please do." Father John answered.

Father John walked behind her, but Marla had caught his eye lingering on her neckline before they headed outside. His height made it possible fo him to look straight down into her bodice. Ordinarily, Marla would have been uncomfortable with such obvious attention, but she was probably just imagining it anyway. After all, he was a man of God, and would certainly never think of her as anything but one of God's humble servants. Shame Father John was committed to the church, he was such a handsome man, she thought as they headed down the stairs and out of the house.

Glad to be of service to Lady Radcliffe, and happy to be asked to assist in the hunt for the lost dog, Marla paused outside the front door to let Father John take the lead. The full moon shone brightly across the groomed gardens, and Marla allowed herself to be caught up in the romance of an evening walk in the evening breeze with the handsome cleric.

 

[Dreieck]

Father John makes his move in the stables

Father John walked in front of young Marla into the gardens.
“Perhaps Whiskers is in the stables.” Father John said.
“Let’s go and have a look.” Marla replied.
They both followed the road to the stables.
The pad was blocked by a fence. The height of the fence was about 50 inches . Father John tried to open it, but it seemed the fence was locked.
"Oh my, do you think you can climb it. I mean can you climb it with your skirt and your petticoat?" Father John asked the lovely girl.
"Oh yes, I can." Marla responded joyfully.
"All right, I go first." the cleric said as he set his body off and climbed the fence.
As soon as the cleric set his feet on the ground he encouraged young Marla to
come over.
Marla handed over the oillamp and then climbed the fence.
Father John reached out for her out to support her and to make sure she would not fall. As Marla climbed up Father John watched underneath her skirt. In the light of the oillamp he could see a glimpse of her thighs and knickers. As she stepped down, Father John slipped his hands under her skirt and lifted her skirt.
As Marla stepped down she felt the arms of the cleric going under her skirts and petticoat. When Marla had set her feet to the ground, she found her skirt lifted up.
“Oh my, silly me, I didn't meant this to happen.” Father John lied. Meanwhile he had his hands on her buttocks and had a look at her smooth legs. They felt soft and yet thight. It was clear to him Marla was not just a maid. She was dressed to well for being just a common maid. She was probably more like a secretary.
Father John quickly retreated his hands making elaborate excuses.
"Oh, it's all right, I know you didn't do this on purpose, you just didn't want me to fall." Marla said.
Father John handed over the oillamp to the young girl and they both followed the pad
to the stables. The scent of the horses came towards them as they entered the stables.

“It’s so dark here.” Marla whispered. At the sides there were boxes with the horses.
In the middle there was a big pile of hay and a carriage.
“Let's have a look, I think I hear something there. Listen, did you hear that, I think he’s in that box.. Would go you first to lighten the box, my child.” Father John said.
Marla entered the box first, there was only a lot of hay.
Father John followed the young girl. Father John came closer and touched the young girls shoulder with his hand.
"You are such a beautiful creature, my child, I bet God himself created you." Father John sighted while he genlty stroke her blond hair.
The young girl blushed when she heard these words. His left arm enveloped her waist and he pulled her warm body close to his. His strong hands carressed her slender shoulder.
"Tell me, Marla did you ever kissed a man?" Father John asked her.
The young girl trembled while he touched her.
"Now, watch it Marla, we don't want the oillamp to fall in the hay, don't we, whatever you do, keep that oillamp in your hands, child." Father John whispered in her ear.
Meanwhile he tightened his grip on the young girl. And his right hand touched her
belly. He pushed the young woman against his body.
"Oh, Father John, what are you doing?" she asked with cheeks aflamed.
"Don't worry, my child, Father John will take care of you, just relax." the cleric said as his right hand moved up, touching her heaving bosom. He could feel her nipples rise under the cloth of her cotton shirt. The young woman crawled his arms as he started to
fondle her breasts. As she did, she bumped her bottom against his groin, increasing the lust in his body.
"Do you know how to kiss a man?" he sighted in her ear. The young girl did not respond but looked down to see the hand kneading her breasts. She had opened her mound and slowly panted.

 

[Zirconn]

OOC : Sorry, but WHAT??!! Will is related to who??!! Is Will still at the barracks or already at the Radcliffe's?? I'm confused... And Dreieck, don't mean to sound rude, but did you read the sticky "Guide to On-Line Roleplaying" at the top?

 

[Dreieck]

Lady Radclif walked through the hallway and entered her bedroom.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

a gentle suggestion

OOC: Dreieck....you are new here so I will be constructive. Rules #1,#2,#3#4..and so forth are NOT to hijack other characters. In this venue, you are not writing 'solo.' You are expected to interact with others....or not, as you choose. The last time this happened to me, I assassinated the other player. What Zirconn was trying to tell you was to read the guidelines and let the plots flow. Other people become MOST annoyed when someone takes over their character like a puppet.

Oh, one more thing. Many of us enjoy the twists and turns of a plot. The 'Wham, bam, thank you mam' routine is a bit juvenile. While this is a sexual role playing venue, the sex cums...or not, depending on the chemistry.

........end of my gentle suggestion (s).

 

[gaigirl]

Re: a gentle suggestion

[B Many of us enjoy the twists and turns of a plot. The 'Wham, bam, thank you mam' routine is a bit juvenile. While this is a sexual role playing venue, the sex cums...or not, depending on the chemistry.

........end of my gentle suggestion (s). [/B]

OOC:
Gee, maybe I missed the "thank you ma'am..."

 

[Dreieck]

Father John

As Father John continued his game, Marla dropped the oillamp in the hay.

"What the hell ...." Father John blurted out.

He quickly grabbed Marla and pulled her out of the box.
Marla ran away, out of the stables. She jumped over the fence and ran to the house.

Before each box there was a bucket, filled with water, so the horses had water during the night.

Father John started to grab the buckets, which were filled with water and started to extinct over the fire.

When he finally succeeded, he needed some fresh air. After he opened the doors, so the horses had some fresh air, he walked out of the stables.
He walked in the direction of the river, reflecting what had happened. It turned out that Father John was a kind of freemason.

"This lust in me brings me nothing but trouble. I have to come to peace with this lust for once and for all. A sick mind only sees sick things. It's time I see through this maya. Lust is only an illusion which brings conflict." He thougt.

He remembered the old teachings he once received.
" My old teachers were right. But I didn't listen to them and they predicted trouble on my path. I only would learn by experience. "

He remembered what they told him :" You will continue to have trouble as long as you find pleasure in lust. The day you do not find pleasure in lust, is the day you can free yourself. Once you have sworn to be pure before God, you commit yourself for all of your lives. Untill you learn and turn to God, untill you pass the test, you will suffer."

India is a mysterious country. He met several goeroes who told him, he had been a priest in a former life. But because he wasn't good, he had to come back time after time as a priest. Time after time he had to face the same challenges untill he performed well.

Well today, is the first day of a new life. He felt he finally conquered lust. He knew he eventually would succeed in his mission. When these thoughts arose, he felt he was supported by a higher being and he felt the presence of several angles. Father John went away and never came back.
He spent the rest of his live helping sick people and supporting dying people. A couple of years later he died. The day he died there was a great joy in heaven, because one of them had remembered his place after strugling with life.

 

[KingII]

The morning starte out so slow .....

I was up with the birds and made my way into city before morning light allowed one to see waht lay upon the horizen. The streets were so quiet. Those that moved about seem to do so in silence.
The smell of bread floated through the streets as the gulls began to call out near the ships in the harbour. Old men and women moved through the streets as they must have done for years. Getting all the ealrly morning deliveries and chores done before the city awoke. Taking advantage of the cool morning and lack of busy people that would rush about during the heat of the day.
Making my way to a local brothel I slipped inside and slowly made my way around until I found what I needed .... a pair of boots that fit. I slowly searched the rooms .... picking those that had loud sounds of snoring. If I were seen I could complain so easily of loud noises and rouse the noisy fool and it would seem so natural.
It was not until I had decide to make my way out that I found what I needed. I caught the movement of a young boy dropping off a pair of well shined boots outside a door. I waited for him to depart before sitting and trying them on. The fit was good, although taking them off almost cost me as my bare feet wanted to stick to the leather when I began to remove them. I wrapped them in a blanket and headed quietly out the side door and made my way to the bakery.
I slid a coin accross the table to the keeper of the shop and sat to watch the docks come alive as I enjoyed my tea and bread. It was enjoyable to watch all the people begin to stir. The sailors as they began to unload thier cargo. The merchants bringing in what they had for market, eager to get a good spot for thier sales.
As I gathered my bread and a flask of tea to take with me I slid a coin accross the table to old man who's eyes widened at it's gold color. He smiled and nodded his head as he muttered something about not being able to provide change.

I smiled at him .... " remember me my friend, and feed your family this day on me ".
He nodded and held the coin with both hands .......

I pulled my posessions together and began making my way to a leather shop. The streets were getting busy now ...... shouting from the market was beginning, the merchants ready to sell their goods and wairy buyers ready to deal.

I purchased several feet of cord and a half a side of leather along with a sail needle and punch before heading back to my camp.
I made my past the barrecks on my way out of town when I saw the British officer limping as he hurried into the front of the building. He was in stocking feet and mumbling incoherintly as his toe caught the step just before the door.

I arrived back in my hidding place and layed out the uniform I now had for my visit to the house.

I trained my english spy glass on the house as I watched a female form glide quickly back and forth in a large window on the second floor. Her form was very nice from here, although dressed in some manner.... her curves stood out so well without the excessive clothing I had seen them wear upon thier arrival.

I sat back and watched the house become alive ......