Master and Maid

[Vikingstone]

Amazing...

Sliding his fat root in and out of the slippery warm mouth of this starving woman, it never ceased to amaze Eustace that it was his dick in her mouth and not Lord Darktwits'. What on EARTH could the man be thinking of? This woman was as ripe as any man could hope for. The big breasts, the glorious hips, the tiny waist so magnificently accented by her rounded posterior and lovely feminine pooch in the front She was and still is a wet dream come to life. For lack of a better term, this woman needed use...frequent and vigorous! And Eustace was just the man to help her with that fact.

Pulling her filmy nightgown up and away from her backside he reached over her while continuing to push his steely penis into her gullet. Sliding his hand between her ass cheeks he stopped briefly to poke at her anus, making her twitch, then continued on to the heated cleft between her generous thighs. Lady Sarah hunched down hard as his two middle fingers slid into her sticky cunt, gasping around his cock and moaning loudly when he responded by delving even more deeply.

"So, ready for a grand fuck, aren't we my Lady Sarah?" Eustace purred.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Darkwood

Lady Darkwood sucked and licked hungrily on the warm, throbbing flesh sliding back and forth between her lips. Before Eustace had entered her bedchamber she had never performed such a service. A virgin until her marriage to Lord Darkwood, her experiences of the world were somewhat limited. Their love making had always been silent and brief. Totally unlike the world of words and sounds that filled her all to brief encounters with Eustace. She revelled in his attentions, he made her feel desirable, made her feel like a woman. And yet every time she felt his eyes, his hands, his mouth upon her she couldn't help but wonder what on earth a fine young man such as himself could see in her. But oh so glad that he saw something that he liked...

She sucked a little harder as she felt him leaning over her to lift her nightdress. Eustace's hand sending shocks throughout her body as she felt his running across her bare behind and then causing her to stiffen for a second as his finger pressed against her anal opening. But within moments his hand was travelling once more across her flesh, ending between her thighs, already warm and wet with her own excitment. She whimpered around him as she felt his fingers pressing up and inside her sex, her tightness gripping his fingers, almost drawing them inside her.

"So, ready for a grand fuck, aren't we my Lady Sarah?"

Lady Sarah felt her cheeks growing warmer as he spoke so plainly, so brazenly to her, every passionate word increasing her arousal, her excitement.
Nerves trembled her insides for a moment, it had been years, so many years since...
She looked up, his member still buried deep between her soft pink lips. Her eyes making her response. Her needs, her wants, all shining within her eyes as he looked hungrily down at her.
Yes, yes she was ready. She had been ready for as long as she could remember.

Eustace's grip on her hair tightened and moved her head back and forth along his length for a few strokes, she could see in his eyes he was enjoying every moment, every sensation, as she was herself.
Then he pulled her mouth free from his member, Lady Sarah felt slightly breathless as he continued to hold her hair tightly in one hand, the other tracing lightly around the side of her face, down her neck, over her shoulder and down towards her breasts.
Every inch his finger travelled she felt her heart rate increase and her breathing grow heavier.

Then he traced his finger slowly, painfully slowly around one nipple and then the other. Drawing gasps and whimpers from her already parted lips, her back arching, trying to keep the contact between his finger and her thinly veiled flesh.
But it was not to be veiled for much longer. His hand drew the fine silk into his fist before he pulled his hand sharply upwards. The sound of ripping material tore the silence around them as he destroyed the front of her nightgown, exposing one breast in it's entirety and almost the rest of the other.
Lady Sarah had gasped at the sound, this was the kind of passion she had longed for...someone so desperate to have her, have her body that clothes would not stand in the way...

Eustace looked down at her exposed flesh, his eyes travelling slowly over one peak and it's deeply coloured nipple across to the other. Licking his lips ever so slightly before pulling back on her hair, dragging her into a lying position on the bed and all but throwing his body over hers, his mouth capturing a nipple and taking it deep into his mouth, stroking and flicking it with his tongue, making her hips and back arch even more. His other hand snaking down over the silk, lifting it up around her hips until his hand was able to cup her throbbing sex.
Lady Sarah parted her thighs, offering herself up to his hand while his mouth tormented her nipple, drawing fresh whimpers and moans from her.

In a single fluid motion, Eustace was up above her body, bracing his weight upon his arms, his throbbing member pressed lewdly against the wet, eager folds of her sex. Looking down at her, pure lust and desire on his face, as she knew it was on her own. Then with sudden power, he leant down and covered her mouth with his in a fierce kiss, muffling her cry as he plunged his entire length into her tight, waiting warmth.
Lady Sarah felt a combination of pleasure and pain as he drove deep inside her unused depths. Her body stiffening for a moment and her mind half determined to shove him aside...but her need was too great...

With a low moaning almost constantly leaving his lips, Eustace began to rock back and forth on top of her. One hand holding the side of her face, the other massaging her breast, occassionally pinching and twisting the nipple. Lady Sarah wrapped her own arms and legs around him as he took her pwerfully in her bed.
Feeling long forgotten feelings awaken deep in her core as he ground his groin against hers.

Her sex throbbing with increasing intensity as he drove into her over and over again. Once or twice her moans had grown so loud she had been worried they would definitely disturb Martha in the next room.

Whether it was the drink or the late hour...or sheer over excitment...it wasn't long before Eustace's hips began to crash painfully against hers, faster and faster, increasing the sensations in her loins until...he suddenly withdrew, coating her pale stomach with his warmth.
He lay, trembling as much as she was, for a while, their arms and legs still entwined as they noticed the sun beginning to pierce the grey of morning outside.
Perhaps they had been...love making was not the right for what they had done, Lady Sarah didn't know the right word...well, occupied for longer than she thought...

He quickly kissed her forehead as he slid from the bed, tucking his now flaccid member back into his trousers and with a sweeping bow, and a cheeky grin, he left her chambers.
With a sigh, Lady Sarah flopped back against the pillows...she knew, and hoped, it would not be too long before he would return...he had awoken something inside her that she did not wish to be forgotten.

After wiping her stomach clean with her tattered nightgown she pulled the covers back over herself and drifted into a peaceful, dream filled sleep.
Only waking when her new maid knocked on the door, asking if she would be wanted to bathe before breakfast.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert had slept peacefully that night, and then met Martha for Breakfast. "I hope you slept well my love." He greeted her with a kiss. "What say we go do something fun today, maybe some horseback riding and a picnic down by the creek."

 

[Vikingstone]

Eustace

He rose back up and rolled her slickness betweeen his thumb and fingers. So very ready. Looking down he found himself locked in her pleading gaze. Perhaps a tiny bit of hesitation glinted behind the lustfulness but she hadn't stopped sucking. In fact, she'd redoubled her efforts, drawing hard upon his turgid stalk as he pushed and pulled himself from her willing mouth.

He withdrew from between her swollen pink lips and pulled her up to her knees by her shining black tresses. He displayed her for himself, adjusting their position so the moon shown most favorably upon her munificent form. He took a few moments to tease her through her near-transparent nightdress and then tore it from her shoulders without hesitation, her true glory to reveal. The jutting fullness of her huge tits, her darkly hard nipples graphically portraying the urgency of her needs. One of those needs he was providing for that very moment...her need to be looked upon with lust. Her need to feel the heat of a strong man's desire radiating over her naked body. His delicate fingers may be wrapped in her hair as he pulls her into this most glorious arch, but she isn't struggling at all.

His muse was upon him and Lady Darkwood had most certainly called it down. Groping again at her sticky sex Eustace laid her down and moved swiftly to cover her body with his own. When the slippery heat of her cunt contacted the sensitive head of his long gnawed cock he almost recoiled. Then he pushed, falling forward into her clinging depths, groaning loudly into her open mouth.

He lost contact with the world around him. The sweat, the smell, the sound of their animal coupling became all. He hunched madly between her thighs. She gripped him so violently with her limbs that he found it difficult to continue his maniacal thrusts.

The clutching heat of Lady Sarah's womanhood began to take it's toll on Eustace's stamina. She was so very hot inside, so tight, so willing. The face that he held in his hand so contorted with primordial lust....the end was near, he couldn't stop it anymore. Raising up between her legs his dangerously swollen cock sprang from her clutching hole and he began to spend. He sunk his fingers into her breasts, reddened from the grinding of their bodies, stars popped before his eyes and before the spasms had fully abated, he collapsed beside her, twitching, his hips still moving.

When he came back to himself he squinted...had she lit a candle for some reason? Oh wait....it's the SUN! Realizing that being caught this inflagrante delicto could result in some hideous series of duels where he'd have to kill Lord Henry, his friend Robert or both, running like a thief in the night seemed most certainly the better part of valor. Eustace isn't the most emotionally balanced individual in the world but he is no fool.

Springing to his knees on the bed, he stuffed his wilted cock back in his trousers and began to button his fly as he kissed her Ladyships' forehead. He allowed himself another moment to gaze upon her magnificent form. She obliged him with a cat-like stretch that ended with her lovely hands resting on her widespread knees. May the Lord have mercy on us all.

Slipping off the bed he turned to face her and clicking his heels with all the aplomb of Prince Albert himself, bowed deeply. "Milady," he grinned.

Quickly to the door he first peeked, then snaked out into the hall, closing the door silently.

 

[Vikingstone]

Escape!

Eustace quietly closed Lady Darkwood's door behind him and glanced at the hall clock, just barely visible in the first gloaming of dawn. 4:30! Good God they'd been happily humping away for over two hours! Eustace could not prevent a broad smile from sliding across his face. He and the lovely Sarah had even more in common than he had once thought. He would visit her again...and very soon.

Suddenly the familiar sound of an older man coughing up last night's cigars rent the silence of the hallway. Eustace had been too lost in the reverie of recalling the delights of the Lady Sarah to hear the soft click of the old fool turning the knob on his chamber door.

Bolting wildly for the next corner of hallway and flying down the stairway Eustace crashed heavily into one of the footman as he rounded the corner from the servants entrance.

He'd been seen. The only hope he had now was a ruse of some sort. He could here Lord Darkwood's clumping footfalls as he moved quickly down the stairs.

"What the blazes is going on down here...Jeffrey, are you all right"? Eustace could hear Darkwood say as he found the lad on the floor.

"Quite alright, Lord Henry, very sorry if I disturbed you, sir," the frightened lad replied.

"Well, no, no, just on my way to the WC, but what the hell happened, my boy."

Pointing a trembling hand toward the main drawing room, the young footman explained that someone had come from outside and had brushed past so violently that he was flung to the floor.

"I believe it was Master Eustace, sir."

"Oh, good heavens...very well Jeffrey, I'll handle it...back to your duties." Lord Darkwood harrumphed and began to make his way toward the drawing room.

During Darkwood's exchange with the boy, Eustace had discovered his sorely needed deception. He had splashed more than enough brandy down his waistcoat to mask the still pungent aroma of his wild rut with the lady of the house or at least persuade Lord Henry that he'd had an overly late night at Madame DuBois. Still....he decided that 'on the offensive' would be the proper course of action in this situation.

As Lord Darkwood entered the heavily panelled chamber he found Eustace reclining on a fainting couch, a decanter in one hand and one of his cigars in the other.

Rising to his feet swiftly but with a decided wobble, Eustace called out to the older man in a cheery slur,"How grand to see you Lood Darkword. To what good fortune do we owe your visit to Morganton at this appalling hour?"

Eustace then bowed low giving every indication that he would momentarily bounce his forehead off the floor. With a few quick strides Lord Darkwood was next to Eustace and grabbed first the decanter and then the young man, the cigar immediately began to burn a pronounced hole in the persian rug at their feet.

"Great Caesar's Ghost, Eustace, this isn't Morganton you drunken fool, you've stumbled into my house!" Lord Henry spluttered. "And we must get you out of here, Lady Darkwood would be shocked to find you in this state."

Eustace smiled to himself...

"Good God man, how many of the ladies at the sporting house did you indulge yourself with?" Darkwood wrinkled his nose at the funky undertone of the strong brandy smell.

"Ambrosia for the nose, your Shordlip, her glistening clam had the most exquisite aroma, I..."

"Oh do shut up lad," Lord Darkwood cut him off as he hustled Eustace out the back of the house.

Slapping him across the face in an effort to bring him around, he pointed him in the direction of Morganton and gave him a push. The sky was more than bright enough for him to find his way home. Lord henry had very little affection for young Eustace. But he had limitless respect and admiration for his parents. And of course Lord Darkwood subscribed to the ugly double standard of "boys will be boys", forgiving the loathsome behavior of upperclass young men as "high spirits".

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

Martha awoke early, as had been her habit for the last ten years. As a maid it was necessary for her to be up before the family members so that preparations for their breakfasting and bathing could be made.
She had almost forgotten where she was when her eyes flickered open in the pale morning sunlight and took in the opulent surroundings. But then, it all came flooding back when her eyes fell to the ring, sparkling on her finger.
It wasn't a dream. It was real.
Robert loved her. He really loved her and had asked her to marry him.
She stayed in bed for as long as she could, knowing it was highly unlikely that Robert or his parents would be awake yet.
After managing to wait for nearly an hour she practically bounced out of bed and poured a little water from the jug on the washstand into the basin to splash on her face and then brushed her hair.
After dressing, once more in her plain black dress, although she left off the white apron and cap that marked her former station as a maid, she headed down to the dining room.
Robert was there waiting for her, a smile beaming on his face.
"I hope you slept well my love." Another kiss, Martha felt her skin rippling with excitement.
"I did, thank you my darling...I hope you did as well..." Martha replied, moving to sit in the chair that he had pulled out for her.
Over breakfast the question of what to do for the rest of the day came up,
"What say we go do something fun today, maybe some horseback riding and a picnic down by the creek."
"That does sound like a lovely idea but, didn't your mother say something about a dressmaker coming to visit me this morning...I think she wants to 'improve' my wardrobe somewhat..." Martha smiled, glancing down at the simple dress she wore. The only dress she owned. "And to begin work on my bridal gown..." She added shyly.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

"That's true, we can do the Horseback riding and picnic afterwords then. I will have cook fix us up a nice picnic for after our ride." He smiled at her as he ate his breakfast.

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

"That's true, we can do the Horseback riding and picnic afterwords then. I will have cook fix us up a nice picnic for after our ride."

Martha smiled back and sipped her tea, her eyes marvelling at the choice of food that was to hers. She had helped to serve such food a thousand times before, but never imagined any of it would ever pass her lips.
Carefully taking some of the soft, freshly baked and still warm bread, she spread it with a little butter and revelled in the luxurious taste. Smiling a little to herself to think what other luxuries she had yet to experience. Her imagination suddenly running away with itself as she imagined the possibilities for her wedding gown.
As Robert sat across from her, drinking his tea and reading the morning paper she smiled as she drifted in and out of her day dreams
She really was so very happy, she doubted anything in the world could possibly spoil it.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert smiled and read another story in the paper. "So what time are you and mother supposed to be meeting?"

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

"So what time are you and mother supposed to be meeting?"

Martha carefully put down her tea cup and thought for a moment.
"I'm not entirely sure, she said we would discuss it at breakfast but it appears she hasn't come down yet..." A frown fluttered over Martha's young face as she thought back to the previous night. Strange noises had entered her dreams and the part of her that wasn't quite yet asleep could have sworn they came from her Ladyship's chambers. But she had fallen too deeply into her dreams of Robert and of their future to do anything further about. She hoped now that they had not been the sounds of Lady Darkwood being ill. "I...I'm sure she'll be down soon..." Martha finished after a little while with a smile and picked up her teacup once again. "What shall you do while I am with the dressmaker...?"
Before Robert could answer, the sound of the dining room doors opened to reveal the head of the household staff, the butler.
He bowed his head towards Robert and Martha before speaking slowly and gently,
"Sir and Ma'am, I am sent to inform you that her Ladyship's dressmaker has arrived...she is waiting in the upstairs dressing room adjoining your's and her Ladyship's chambers..." He spoke, aiming his words at Martha.
"Oh...oh thank you...am I to go up or should I wait for her Ladyship?" Martha asked tentatively. Still finding it hard to believe that she had chambers of her own.
"Her Ladyship sends word that she did not sleep too well and shall not be joining you for breakfast, she hopes to join you both for luncheon unless you have other plans and will join you with the dressmaker when she is ready..." The butler bowed his head once more and left the room.
"Well, I suppose I should go up to the dressmaker..." Martha smiled brightly at Robert, her young mind excited more than she knew how to express at the thought of having dresses, more than one, being made for her and her alone. She stood up and moved to kiss Robert's cheek softly. "I hope she won't keep me too long but it sounds as though this might take until luncheon..."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert smiled and nodded. "Have fun with the dressmaker, and make sure you get plenty of clothes." He grinned and kissed her back on the cheek and watched her go out the door. He had a few things he had to do today himself, so he finished up his breakfast and went down to inform the cook that he would like a picnic lunch fixed up for Lady Martha and himself for a late lunch today, and that they wouldn't be at the luncheon today.

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

Martha headed upstairs to the dressing room between her room and Lady Darkwood's, inside was a smiling middle aged woman, a pad full of pins tied around one wrist and a tailor's measuring tape around her neck. She bobbed a little curtsey and stepped forwards as Martha smiled and curtseyed back, out of habit. Martha had met Mrs Tavert, her Ladyship's seamstress, many times over the course of her service in the house.
"No need to curtsey to me, dearie," The woman smiled gently, gesturing for Martha to move to the centre of the room and step up on a small footstool there.
"Now then, if you can slip off your dress, I'll take some measurements..."
Mrs Tavert turned to root through her bag to retrieve a pencil and a pad of paper. Martha unhooked her dress and slipped it down. Standing in her corset and slip she didn't feel especially awkward, after all, she saw Lady Darkwood in this state almost everyday during her time as her maid.
Carefully, Mrs Tavert wrapped the tape measure around her narrow waist and then around her hips, jotting down various numbers in her notebook. Then lifting the tape up around her bust, before moving it to her arms and shoulders, and then measuring from her hip to the floor. In between her pencil flying across the paper in her hand. A few more measurements and Mrs Tavert put the tape measure back around her neck.
"I have been told that you will be requiring a full wardrobe, day, afternoon and evening dresses...as well as a wedding dress before the end of the month..." Mrs Tavert smiled, watching as Martha blushes happily at the mention of the last item of clothing on her list.
"Yes...yes I will..."
"But first, we need to get you something other than that drab black dress to wear..." Mrs Tavert turned and picked up a dress from over the back of a chair, pale blue in colour. "I made a start on this last night when her Ladyship sent word to me of your requirements. I based it on the last measurements I took on you but that was years ago for a new workdress, and it seems you have grown a little since then..." Her eyes flicked to Martha's bust and hips briefly. "So I've unpicked the seams and pin it, then I can make the necessary adjustments as they're needed.
Lifting it up over Martha's head, it hung more than a little strangely, the front and back of the bodice of the dress hung over her shoulders where they were attached but were open and loosed everywhere else. The full skirt was attached to the back of the dress, but not the front.
Working quickly, Mrs Tavert began pinning the dress together, her old fingers working expertly to pull and tease the material exactly where she wanted it to go. Soon the blue dress hugged Martha's figure like a second skin, showing off her narrow waist, wider hips and fairly generous chest to perfection.
Mrs Tavert unhooked the back of the dress and eased it off, being careful not to dislodge any of the pins she'd put in.
She laid the dress down on the table and went back to her back, searching for needles and thread. After a moment or two's searching Mrs Tavert tutted loudly.
"It seems I have forgotten the thread I require, I shall go down to the housekeeper and see if she has something suitable I can use...why don't you have a look through some of the materials I have brought and pick some out so I can make you some more dresses..." Bobbing another curtsey, Mrs Tavert headed out of the dressing room leaving Martha alone.
Running her hands over the expensive cloths before her, Martha was nervous to pick them up, worried about spoiling them...but Mrs Tavert had told her to look and so she began, looking through them one by one to find ones she thought would suit her.
She picked up a roll of a deeper blue silk, definitely the material for an evening dress. Wandering over to the mirror, she wrapped it around herself loosely, like the old fashionde garments she had seen in books that the Romans and Greeks used to wear. The deep blue silk really brought out her eyes and the pink of her cheeks. Smiling at herself in the mirror she moved slightly from side to side, enjoying how the material moved and trying to imagine how a dress would look.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert was smiling as he made some arrangements for the day, but mostly taking and making himself busy that morn. He smiled at Mrs. Tavert and nodded. "I hope she's not giving you any trouble." He said teasingly. She has been her mothers seamstress for years now, and he had always thought of her as like another grandmother.

 

[Vikingstone]

Eustace

The exertions of the previous night caused him some trouble as Eustace tried to rise after only 3 or 4 hours of dreamless sleep. But the light knock on the door signalled that another day must begin and his personal footman, James, stepped quietly into the room.

"Good morning, sir," James spoke in hushed tones, not knowing the condition of his young masters' 'head'. "Your father wishes a word with you at your earliest convenience."

"Good morning, Jimmy...you don't say, a word with pa-pa immediately upon rising, eh? Tell me Jim, what was your impression of what the old bird might have on his mind?" Eustace asked in the middle of a great yawn and stretch.

"Well, sir, it's not my place to say, I," James stammered.

"Yes, yes, your propriety is duly noted," Eustace stopped him impatiently, "Now, proceed."

"Of course sir, Well, Lord Darkwood stopped by and..."

"Oh bloody hell, no need to continue, Jim...a scolding it is then, very well, draw me a bath while I shave." Eustace threw off his bed clothes and strolled nude to his private dressing area, again stretching his ropily muscled body, diplaying the strength and flexiblility of his 21 year old frame.

"Oh and make sure my bedding is changed today and just burn my ensemble from yesterday...I've quite ruined them." Eustace again smiled, giggling to himself as he sat in the bath, recalling his brilliant performances with Lord, and especially Lady, Darkwood.

"Of course, sir...by the way, sir, Lord Darkwood also had some joyous news to report during his visit with Sir Cornelius," James remarked offhandedly while laying out Eustaces clothes.

Eustace dried himself and again strolled naked into the bed chamber to survey Jim's choices, "And what glad tidings did His Lordship convey to my father, Jim-boy?"

"Robert, his son, has chosen a wife to be, sir, they are engaged and a formal announcement is forthcoming and, I assume, a reception of some sort," James slid his eyes toward Eustace without moving his head as he continued, "He'll be marrying one of the staff sir, the young Martha."

Eustace whirled on the young man but regained his composure and turned back to the mirror, finishing the tying of his cravat, "Well, well...how very democratic of him, don't you think, James?"

"It's not my place to say , sir, I really shouldn't comm...aaaahhhh!"

Again Eustace whirlled but this time he snatched his walking sticking from the nearby stand and in less than the blink had drawn it's hidden blade and brought the tip to within an inch of the boy's left eye.

"Don't ever say those words to me again, boy, or I'll make you disappear from the face of God's green earth," Eustace snarled at the lad in an otherwordly voice that caused him to wet himself slightly. "Now, out of my sight!!" Eustace's voice rose through the words to a towering bellow.

James leapt through the concealed door of the servants passage at the back of the room followed closely by Eustaces flung sword-stick which stuck in the paneling and then swung back and forth like a clocks pendulum.

 

[Vikingstone]

Darkwood House

"I say, how very amusing, the little servant girl fantasizing about the elegant life before her," Eustace's voice was an evil sing-song.

Martha jerked her head around but before she could speak, Eustace was upon her, spinning her back to face the mirror his hand on her throat, nearly lifting her off her feet.

"So, how did you do it, servant bitch...accidentally appearing in a hallway with nothing on but a sleeping shift, these lovely teats swinging freely for his eyes to devour?!" Eustace hissed into Martha's ear, glaring at her in the mirror. He caressed the heaving twin mounds as they bulged above her corset.

"Truly I realize that my friend Robert is not the sharpest pungee stick in the tiger trap, but even he should have seen through so base a tactic. Or did you make it clear that all was available to him?" He hissed again through clenched teeth.

"Dont mistake me, it is a bountiful offering and once in your grasp, perhaps he found that he had become the servant and you his benevolent dictator?" Eustace's hand travelled down over Martha's simple corset, first lightly rubbing her mons, then grabbing it firmly.

Martha gasped at this violation and struggled fruitlessly against Eustace's iron grip at her throat and between her legs.

"I love Robert and he loves me!" Martha defiantly gurgled past the fingers squeezing her neck, "I would never do anyth...!"

"Silence maid whore!!" Eustace's hiss became a whispered chattering screech in her ear and his fingers attempted to reach more deeply up between her trembling thighs.

"So, you're to be the next Lady Darkwood," Eustace said in a slightly moderated snarl, "Well, perhaps if you're as lucky as the current lady of house you'll also be the beneficiary of my deep pleasuring."

Martha froze in Eustaces grasp, "Wh-what do you mean," she squeaked?

"Just what you think I mean, devious slattern, surely your grandiose dreams were invaded by the sound of our grunting in the very next room?" Eustace laughed venomously.

Martha stared blankly into Eustace's burning gaze in the mirror.

"Oh nevermind, bitch, just be aware that if you should mention our little chat this morning to anyone at all, I shall be forced to reveal the fact that I have been regularly defiling the neglected Lady Sarah with this...." Eustace hunched the heavy bulge at the front of his trousers into the firm roundness of Martha behind.

Eustace abruptly spun the terrified Martha around and jammed his hand down between her generous breasts. Then lifting her by her crotch and corset, tossed her deftly onto the bed. He immediately turned and pushed on a panel next to the enormous built-in book case, Martha heard a latch go and the panel popped just enough for Eustace to slide it to the side revealing a dangerously steep and narrow staircase. Martha's eyes grew wide.

"Yes, yes my dear, remember, I used to play here as a child, I know secrets about this house that even lowly servants such as you don't know." Eustace grinned malevolently.

"And now you know a secret too, so, you keep my secret and I'll keep hers...do we have and accord?"

Martha gave a spastic, terrified nod.

"That's just grand, guttersnipe, we'll talk again soon, au revoir," Eustace said cheerily as he began his descent into the ancient passage, sliding the panel closed behind him.

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

"I say, how very amusing, the little servant girl fantasizing about the elegant life before her..."

Martha whirled around at the sound of a voice she recognised but never expected to hear within her own bedchamber.
"Eustace...!" She gasped but he was upon her before any other words could leave her lips. She dropped the silk upon the floor as she felt his hand snake up to grab her harshly by the throat, widening her eyes and making her breathing shallow and panicked.
She had met Eustace once or twice before, he had come across as a charming if lecherous boy to most of the staff but his charms hadn't worked on her. She shuddered remembering the time he had cornered her in a corridor, suggesting they go for a 'romp' in the library while the family was at dinner. Martha had declined, although it had taken a sharp slap from her to get him to let her go.
She had made a point of avoiding being in his prescence after that.

"So, how did you do it, servant bitch...accidentally appearing in a hallway with nothing on but a sleeping shift, these lovely teats swinging freely for his eyes to devour?!"

Martha's cheeks burnt bright with embarassment and humiliation at being spoken to in such a way. Whimpering as his hand began to creep across her breasts, barely covered by the corset and only protected from his eyes by the thin shift, they were totally unprotected as his hand slid across them, feeling them, weighing them.
Martha closed her eyes and tried to look away from the mirror, to look away from what he was doing but the hand on her throat held her still.

"Truly I realize that my friend Robert is not the sharpest pungee stick in the tiger trap, but even he should have seen through so base a tactic. Or did you make it clear that all was available to him?"

"How dare you talk about m-!" She started but his grip tightened around her throat, immediately showing a response was not required of her.

"Dont mistake me, it is a bountiful offering and once in your grasp, perhaps he found that he had become the servant and you his benevolent dictator?"

Martha's desperate cry for him to let her go was lost before it reached her lips as she felt the hand on her breasts slide down to first rub against and then grab harshly her sex through the thin slip. She struggled in vain, his strong arms holding her exactly where he wanted her to be.

"I love Robert and he loves me!...I would never do anyth...!" Martha managed to groan before being silenced once again. Whimpering as his fingers tried to force their way further between her tightly closed legs.

"Silence maid whore!!...So, you're to be the next Lady Darkwood," Eustace said in a slightly moderated snarl, "Well, perhaps if you're as lucky as the current lady of house you'll also be the beneficiary of my deep pleasuring."

"Wh-what do you mean...?" Martha's struggling stopped and her eyes widened a little more. The beginnings of tears sparkling in their depths as her eyes tentatively met his in the mirror.

"Just what you think I mean, devious slattern, surely your grandiose dreams were invaded by the sound of our grunting in the very next room?...Oh nevermind, bitch, just be aware that if you should mention our little chat this morning to anyone at all, I shall be forced to reveal the fact that I have been regularly defiling the neglected Lady Sarah with this...."

Martha felt sick as he thrust the bulge in his trousers roughly against her behind, knowing exactly what he meant. She knew that Lady Sarah was lonely but surely...surely she wouldn't alleviate that lonliness with...with him...?!
Martha gave a quiet scream as he span her around and lifted her between her legs and threw her unceremoniously upon her bed. As soon as she landed she scrambled backwards, determined to get as far away from him as possible.

But it seemed Eustace had tormented her enough for the moment. She watched in amazed horror as he opened the secret panel in the wall. She and Robert had always believed that a house of it's size and age had to have secret passages but they'd never found any during any of their childhood expeditions through the large rooms and twisting corridors.

"Yes, yes my dear, remember, I used to play here as a child, I know secrets about this house that even lowly servants such as you don't know...And now you know a secret too, so, you keep my secret and I'll keep hers...do we have an accord?"

What choice did Martha have, declare Eustace had attempted to 'molest' her only to have her Ladyship disgraced...she could never do that to Lady Sarah.
Her bottom lip trembling, Martha nodded.

"That's just grand, guttersnipe, we'll talk again soon, au revoir,"

He was gone as soon as he'd appeared, Martha got up quickly from the bed, trying various panels on the wall, trying to find the one he'd used, meaning to break it or jam it somehow to prevent him using that way again...but she could not.
Trembling and with tears welling up in her eyes she headed back into the dressing room, picking up the blue silk and putting it back on the table. Seeing next to it a roll of ivory coloured silk, surely for her wedding dress...
Martha began to cry, her heart was racing after Eustace's attack, wondering what on earth he had in mind for her...

"I know dearie, it's all so exciting isn't it..." Mrs Tavert's voice rang out merrily as she entered, rubbing Martha's shoulder gently. "But no need to cry, we'll have you a gorgeous wedding dress made before you know it...now hop back up on the stool and let's get on with these dresses..."

Wiping at her eyes with shaking hands Martha stepped back up onto the stool, glancing in the mirror to notice a faint redness around her neck from where Eustace had held her. Just seeing it made her feel sick and scared and a million other things she'd never felt before. And it made her wonder just what other marks he might leave he with before he'd finished...

An hour or so later, Mrs Tavert had measured Martha in every possible way and cut so many pieces of cloth Martha wondered if she was making dresses for the whole household staff, not just her.
Putting on her new, light blue dress that she had watched Mrs Tavert's expert fingers sew she thanked the older woman and headed downstairs to look for Robert.
Wanting so badly to have him hold her in his arms and make the terrible nightmarish thoughts leave her head.
Walking into the library she saw him and ran to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly and burying her head against his chest as he looked down at her more than a little confused. Trying her hardest not to cry.
"So....d-do...do you like my new dress...?" She asked after a moment or two, stepping back and twirling, to let him look at the figure hugging dress with it's full long skirt. Smiling as brightly as she could.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Darkwood

Lady Sarah had bathed and eaten alone her room. Feeling more than a little tired after the previous night's events. Her body tingling every time she thought about Eustace's body upon hers, shivering as she recalled the sound of her ripping nightgown...her cheeks flushed and eyes brightened with each lustful memory.
Memories tempered with the knowledge and guilt that she had betrayed her husband. Something that she could not take back or change, not sure if she wanted to but unable to all the same.
Part of her knew she had stepped into some unknown, uncharted territory. Eustace had proved himself to be a strong, as well as a talented, lover. She doubted he would take kindly to a suggestion that their brief affair should be ended.
But did she want it to end...? It had been so very wonderful to feel wanted, to feel needed...to feel as Eustace had made her feel. And no one was coming to harm from their actions...what none knew of could harm none...she hated to think of banishing the first attentions and desires she had felt and been part to for so many years...she couldn't...no matter how she might think it the best course of action...she couldn't bear to think of banishing Eustace from her bed chamber...not yet...

After dressing, choosing a deep green dress, almost the colour of the forest in summer, and carefully pinning up her long black locks she decided some fresh air would be the best aid to her troubled mind. Sighing deeply, taking large lungfuls of the fresh air Lady Sarah felt herself become almost instantly rejuvenated. Wandering across the lawns towards the lake and then into the small woodland that grew alongside it. Enjoying the relative cool of the shadows provided by the tree above her. Allowing herself to grow lost in her memories of Eustace and her, their bodies entwined, thrusting and moaning upon her bed. Feeling a flush creep across her face and her body to react in a more primal way. Feeling a soft throbbing between her thighs and sensing her nipples hardening slightly within her dress and corset.

A bee buzzed close past her ear, dragging her instantly from her daydreaming and making her jump, causing her fan to fly from her hand, landing somewhere in the undergrowth nearby. Once she had made sure the bee had gone, Lady Sarah tutted to herself as she began to search for it. Frowning as she caught sight of the handle, shining in the dappled sunlight behind a large tree stump. Bending down she tried to pick it up but it had grown tangled in a root or briar. Groaning she leant further forwards, feeling the tree stump pressing up against her stomach as she reached further, her fingers brushing her fan as she strained to pick it up. Lifting up onto her tiptoes to allow her to reach further, feeling her hips rise a little higher into the air, she bent even further over.
She almost had hold of it...just an inch or two more...

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert smiled down at her and nodded. "It's beautiful Martha, just like you." He kissed her, and brought her back into his arms. "So are you ready for a ride and lunch? I had cook get us a picnic lunch, and thought we could go down and ride by the lake."

 

[Vikingstone]

Taken by the Lake

Eustace stomped through the gardens and off toward the estates' private lake. He needed a bit of fresh air after his encounter with Martha. Why did she madden him so? What was the demon inside him that caused him to commit these heinous acts? What did he WANT from her?!!

He made the determination that he was simply overheated after all the excitement of the last 12 hours and had begun to think that doffing his clothes for a quick dip in the lakes' cool, clear waters would be just the thing to help him recover his joie de vivre.

After a few moments of acclimation he was soon swimming smoothly along the over-sized ponds edge, diving occasionally to test his breath. Breaking the surface, he chanced to spy what appeared to be a woman in some sort distress. Rising from the water and walking toward her he realized it was the Lady Sarah, bent over a high stump in a most unflattering, but inviting way. Her shapley calves encased in demure silk hose...he could see their tops and the garters that held them in place. But what the devil was she doing, some sort of strange exercises? Nevermind...he would find the source of this good fortune later...when he was finished with her.

"Whoops-a-daisy," Eustace called loudly as he tossed the rest of her skirts up and over her back causing her to cry out.

"Who is that, what are you doing, please help me!" Lady Sarah squeaked, more than a tinge of panic in her strained voice.

"Help you I shall, Milady, for I am a good sir knight of the stiff cock, here to assist you with your most pressing need," Eustace voice went from a bold call to a salacious growl.

"Oh, oh, oh Eustace, you horrible boy, you frightened me terribly...now please help me I dropped my fan into this infernal bramble and now both my sleeves are caught...you may have to cut some of this away."

"All in good time dear Lady...tell me, have you been thinking of me since we parted this morning?"

"We can discuss that later, Eustace, truly, I want to, but this is most uncomfortable and humiliating," Lady Sarah pleaded.

"Then I shall ease thy discomfort, my Lady," Eustace slurred as he bent and used his teeth to begin a tear in the thin fabric of Sarahs' bloomers, finishing by shredding them violently with his hands.

"No, oh Eustace, what if someone should come through here."

"I'm not the least bit conerned with that at the moment Lady Sarah, and in truth neither are you, your sweet womanhood is slick and warm with your need of me and I'm going to serve that need right now."

Eustace then pushed apart the Lady Sarah's full thighs and placing the purpled head of his now steely cock at her feminine entrance began to slide his thickness into her body. There would be no maniacal pumping at the start this time. Eustace wanted to savor the startling heat inside this delectable woman, to enjoy the spasms that clenched her hole around him. How glorious to see the early fall sunshine making her moist skin glow, glinting off the dew clinging to the sparse hair around her puckering anus.

Lady Sarahs' legs were now splayed obscenely, her skirts protecting the flawless skin of her inner thighs from the roughly hewn stump. She had submitted utterly to Eustaces' ministrations, her arms hanging limply in her entangled sleeves, her large breasts rollling out of her corset and down to her extended neck. He pistoned in and out of her tender folds relentlessly. His muscled buttocks hardening and releasing as he attempted to push himself ever more deeply into her scalding belly.

Eustace alternated between gazing fixedly at the point of their joining and at the winking hole between the taut pale halves of Lady Sarahs' bottom. He gripped her hips firmly as he assuaged the needs of them both. Pumping rythmically into her, she responded by grasping him as he withdrew and opening to his thrusts, allowing the deepest access possible to her pulsing depths. Again they were oblivious to all but the throbbing connection between them. Their groans and cries lost on the warm breeze and in the gentle splashing of the lake water.

Until a distant thumpa-thump shook Eustace from his perfect reverie. Lady Sarahs' pussy grabbed his member violently, letting him know that she too had heard the sound of approaching horses.

Disengaging himself as gently as possible from Sarahs' gripping cunt, he yanked what was left of her bloomers down her legs and tossed her skirt back over her exposed rear. Then responding to her cries, he leapt over her to where her sleeves were caught. After a few strategic breaks in the bramble vines and an abundance of deep scratches on his arms, he freed her from the good fortune that had produced their latest coupling.

"Eustace, your nude!" was all Lady Sarah could say as he stood her up and brushed off the front of her dress.

"I know milady, I was taking a brief swim when I saw your magnificent arse up in the air, simply begging for my personal attention."

Eustace grinned broadly, kissed Sarah hard on the mouth and handed her the remains of her bloomers before running wildly off in an attempt to get to his clothes before the riders were upon them. Lady Sarah could not stifle a giggle as she watched him occasionally jump and curse when he stepped on a sharp rock or an old mussel shell.

In seconds, even the supremely confident Eustace realized that Mercury himself could not make the dash required. He swerved without missing a stride, his half hard cock flopping madly before him as he first high-stepped and then plunged into the heretofore, gently rippling waters of the small lake.

The waves of his mighty splash had nearly dissapated when Lady Sarah finally saw him emerge on the other side of the lake. He waved to her as he gathered up a small pile on the edge and began to run, still naked, to the top of the rise. She marvelled at his athleticism, watching him bound effortlessly up the hillside, throwing himself over the rim just as the riders came into view.

Eustace stood with his eyes just over the crest to ensure that the people on horseback were of the neighborly sort. His apprehension was quelled as soon as he saw Roberts' beautiful white charger come into view. Oh and how nice...the bride to be is with him.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Darkwood

Lady Sarah groaned as she reached even further and still failed to get her fingers around the handle of her fan. Then another problem presented itself. Her lace edged sleeves had become entangled in a briar, pinned her where she was. Panicking a little, she pulled and twisted her wrists, trying to get one near enough to the other to let her free herself but she couldn't.
Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching through the twigs upon the ground and then hands taking hold of her skirts and flinging them up over her back.

"Whoops-a-daisy..."

"Who is that, what are you doing, please help me!" Lady Sarah cried out, struggling even more to get free. Wiggling her hips to try and knock her skirts back down over her now exposed, bloomer covered behind but they didn't move an inch.

"Help you I shall, Milady, for I am a good sir knight of the stiff cock, here to assist you with your most pressing need..."

"Oh, oh, oh Eustace, you horrible boy, you frightened me terribly...now please help me I dropped my fan into this infernal bramble and now both my sleeves are caught...you may have to cut some of this away." Relief and a little embarassment flooded Lady Sarah as she recognised the voice.

"All in good time dear Lady...tell me, have you been thinking of me since we parted this morning?"

"We can discuss that later, Eustace, truly, I want to, but this is most uncomfortable and humiliating..." Lady Sarah could feel herself blushing, yes she had been thinking of him, all morning in fact.

"Then I shall ease thy discomfort, my Lady..."

Lady Sarah cried out in surprise as she felt his mouth against her rear, teeth nipping slightly as her skin as he tore through her silk bloomers. Then ripped them apart with his hands.

"No, oh Eustace, what if someone should come through here..." Doing such things in one's own bed was bad enough, doing such things out in the open where any one could stumble across them was unthinkable.

"I'm not the least bit conerned with that at the moment Lady Sarah, and in truth neither are you, your sweet womanhood is slick and warm with your need of me and I'm going to serve that need right now."

More flushes as Eustace declared his lack of care for her worries and merely stated his intentions.
Groaning slightly as she felt him parting her thighs and slipping his already swollen and hard manhood into her tight, warm depths once again.
His hands holding her hips as he slid back and forth. More measured movements than their previous coupling but still powerful for all that.
Soon gaining speed and force as he took her roughly against the tree stump.
Lady Sarah couldn't help but moan as she felt his expert motions cause such delicious throbbings and achings deep inside her. Feeling the animalistic lust in the air as he plunged in and out of her tight wetness.
Lady Sarah could feel her own sex grasping his tightly, his groans joining hers to confirm his own enjoyment.
As embarassing and humilating, frightening almost, as it was to be taken in such a position and in such a location with her hands caught as they were, she could not deny that it aroused her greatly. This was the passion she dreamt of, being taken and made to pleasure and being made to give pleasure.
A loud moan left her parted lips to drift away on the breeze floating around their writhing bodies.

Then they both froze, the unmistakable sounds of horses approaching. Lady Sarah felt her entire body tense. The maid who had served her breakfast had mentioned something about Robert and Martha going for a ride and picnic in the grounds that afternoon, her heart practically stopped at the thought of being seen in such a position by those two.

She whimpered a little as Eustace slipped from inside her, clearly he had heard the sounds too. Pausing to rip the rest of her bloomers clear from her, sending fresh ripples of excitment through her already trembling body, before flipping her voluminous skirts back down to cover her now bare sex and behind.
He moved around in front of her and began to work quickly on the brambles and thorns that had pinned her in place, soon freeing her.

"Eustace, you're nude!" She exclaimed, a little embarassed, as he helped her up and began to brush down her dress.

"I know milady, I was taking a brief swim when I saw your magnificent arse up in the air, simply begging for my personal attention."

He took hold of her and kissed her hard, his teeth grazing her lip, before handing her back her shredded underwear and scampering away through the trees. He dived into the lake and swam quickly to the other side, waving and gathering his clothes before sprinting up the hill and out of sight.
Just in time too as Lady Sarah soon saw Robert's white horse appear on the horizon, followed shortly by a smaller brown horse, and upon it was Martha.

Straightening her hair and removing pieces of twig and leaf that had become entwined in the lace upon her dress, Lady Sarah folded up the shreds that had been her bloomers tightly in her hand and headed back to the house.
Some silly part of her didn't want to simply throw them away...not just yet...
Just in case Eustace decided he never wanted her again, she would at least have those to prove to herself she had still be desirable and desired...although if she was honest, she could barely contain herself at the thought of what their next coupling might bring...

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

"It's beautiful Martha, just like you...So are you ready for a ride and lunch? I had cook get us a picnic lunch, and thought we could go down and ride by the lake."

Robert led Martha out to the stables and helped her mount a small brown mare, making sure she was comfortable in the side saddle while he mounted his own much larger, pure white horse.
Martha was more than a little nervous. She had never ever ridden before and was fighting hard against the shaking that threatened to engulf her whole body.
She gave a gentle flick on the reins and gently nudged the horse's side as Robert instructed and soon the horse was walking along, following Robert's down the path towards the lake.
They rode in silence just enjoying each other's company and their beautiful surroundings. Or at least Martha was trying to but worries kept invading her thoughts. Not worries of falling off the horse...but worries of Eustace and his intentions...she kept seeing that look, that dangerous, hungry look, that had glared at her from the mirror, feeling his strong, unwanted hands snaking across her body...
Robert's voice broke through her worries and suggested that they might try going a little faster now that she seemed comfortable on her horse.
Clicking her tongue inside her mouth, imitating Robert, and kicking against the horse a little harder she soon found herself cantering alongside Robert, and quite enjoying herself. Feeling the breeze in her face and the feeling of freedom.
They turned off the path and up a steep hill, beyond which lay the lake. As they crested the top and started down the other side Martha realised she had one problem.
She had no idea how to stop the animal that was now carrying her at speed towards the lake.
Panicking she yanked hard on the reins and the horse stopped suddenly. So suddenly in fact that she was thrown off of the horse entirely and landed with a thump in the soft sand that edged the lake.
Robert swiftly dismounted his horse and ran to her side, concern shining in his wide eyes.
"I'm fine..." She insisted as he looked her over anxiously. "Nothing more serious than a bruise or two and the worst bruise of all is to my pride and that will heal very quickly I assure you...!"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert knew he should have given her instructions on stopping the horse also, but he had forgotten, and was worried until she said that she was ok. He helped her up and dusted her off some, smiling at her. 'As long as your ok Martha, wouldn't want you seriously hurt. You want me to kiss it and make it better?" He said jokingly, wondering what her reaction to that question would be.

 

[Britwitch]

Martha

''As long as your ok Martha, wouldn't want you seriously hurt. You want me to kiss it and make it better?"

Martha felt herself blushing at his teasing words.
"Well..." She said shyly, pushing back the sleeve of her dress a little. "...My arm does hurt a little bit...just up near my elbow..." She lifted her arm to show him the small scuff mark that the sand had made when she fell, just on the inside of her elbow. Biting her lower lip slightly, wondering if she had taken too seriously something he had meant only in jest.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Robert

Robert smiled and kissed the boo boo on her elbow. "There, is that better. I was only joking about parts that would be inappropriate at this time, but your elbow, or anywhere that would be proper would be ok."

 

[Vikingstone]

Morganton

Back at Morganton, Eustace, now wearing trousers and untied boots, clumped through the house to his private chambers. He kicked off his boots and rang for James to draw him another bath. He wanted to wash out the scratches he'd received while disentangling Lady Darkwood, and generally freshen up after the mornings foolishness. He was perturbed that Robert and his damned servant bitch betrothed had interrupted the grand time he was having with The Lady Sarah and her sticky sweet cunt.

As he pulled off his stained trousers a light knock announced James arrival. "Come in!" he shouted with malice in his voice. When he raised his eyes he saw a young blond girl in a chamber maids uniform. She was trembling and averting her eyes from his nakedness.

"What the devil are you doing here, where is that idiot, James," he barked at the obviously terrified girl.

"J-J-James won't be attending you anymore, sir," the girl stammered timidly.

"Oh, bloody hell, not discharged, I hope," Eustace felt a pang of regret at his treatment of the lad earlier in the day.

"Oh no sir," the girl spoke more confidently this time, perhaps emboldened by Eustaces' obvious concern for young James. "He's just been reassigned to Mrs. MacDonald...one of the kitchen boys has been accepted to Eaton so James will take his place."

"Eaton, how is that possible?"

"I believe both your father and Lord Darkwood were instrumental, sir."

"I see...and you're to be my permanent chamber servant?" Eustace was incredulous. After the fracas of the chamber maid he'd put in a 'family way' when he was 16 he thought it impossible that another female would be assigned to his personal needs.

"Apparently, sir," the girl replied.

Eustace was nonplussed. He eyed the girl up and down...couldn't be more than 18, pretty and well-formed, her five foot frame looked strong and petite simultaneously. Eustace found that he was the one stammmering now. "Um, well, very well, let's get a few points straight before we go any further.

"Of course, sir." the girl responded quietly, her eyes now just downcast rather than widely averted.

"Firstly, since we have already arrived at this point, I will often be in a state of complete undress when occupying these rooms. These are my private chambers and if I wish to let the morning breeze blow through the hairs on my buttocks I shall do so," Eustaces' imperious tone would continue throughout his monologue. He'd thought he heard a stifled giggle from the girl, exactly the response he was trying to elicit.

He then began to spew forth a litany of housekeeping instructions including that he shaved himself, he only required two or three choices when selectng his garments for the day, he bathed in the morning and sometimes at night, he would often be drunk and it would do her well to monitor for this eventuality and act accordingly in the morning...etc. etc.

"And last but by no means least, you are hereby given permission, in perpetuity, to speak freely in my presence!!" Eustace spun and bellowed at the young woman, his feet wide apart, his limp cock and low hanging balls swinging between his legs like the pendulum of some obscene clock. "I am well aware that the staff gossips wildly below stairs and this nonsensical false propriety drives me too DISTRACTION!!

"Indeed, sir," the girl spoke in a measured and slightly bemused tone.

And again she had disarmed him. Eustace had frozen his position and suddenly became aware that he must look as if he had long ago been driven to 'distraction'. Standing and clearing his throat he strolled around behind the girl and back to his bed, where he sat.

"So...if I ask you a question that contains, shall we say, delicate dimensions and you know the answer, you do not have to shite away my precious time with 'Well it's really not my place to say' and 'I shouldn't comment on such things'." Eustace's exaggerated Queens English accent on the last few words caused the girl to giggle a bit once again. "Just tell me what you know."

Eustace smiled as he then admonished the girl, "But be aware, you will not be able to do so with anyone else in this house and you'll only be able to do so with me while we are in these rooms alone, is that understood?"

"Understood, sir,"

"Excellent!" Eustace said, returning to his normal tone of voice, "Prepare me a bath and then go to MacDonald and see if she has any of Sir Cornelius' ointment left, these scratches on my arms are stinging mightily."

"Yes, sir, one more thing sir?" the girl queried.

Yes, what is it," Eustace called out as he sauntered toward his WC.

"Would you care to know my name, sir?"

"Oh, yes, of course, how foolish of me, pray tell my dear?"

"Well my christian name is Felicity, but you may call me Chloe, sir."

Eustace stood paralyzed mid-step. He turned to look upon the girl then strode purposefully back and raised her chin. "Chloe?" he whispered.

"Oui, oui Monseiur Oostaysee," she grinned, affecting 'Chloe's' thick french accent.

Eustace laughed loudly before picking the young woman up and swinging her around for a moment. "You little minx, you should be on the stage my girl, I never suspected for the moment!"

"I'm very sorry sir, I..."

"Nevermind that," Eustace cut her off. "Fix my bath and then you'll tell me all..."

The girl proceeded to relate an all too common tale of poverty and tragedy. Father's death in a mine accident, mother forced to make money any way she could to feed herself and her twelve year old daughter. Felicity became a street urchin while her mother entertained "callers', begging from people who were nearly as poor as she. Having scraped together a few bob they made for the city where her mother found work as a domestic, eventually landing a steady position as laundress and seamstress at Madame DuBois's. They had a room at the back and within a few years of being exposed to the environment of a high class bordello Felicity made the leap from waitress and barmaid to "lady of the evening', adopting the 'Chloe' persona.

When her mother died, Felicity simply lost the will to continue on the track her life had taken. She began to refuse many of her regular clients and Eustace's last visit with her had been the final gasp of her prostitution career.

"With that last ten crowns you gave me I thought I could start anew, find something more respectable to do, but Madame didn't see it that way, when I told her I was through she had the goons check my room and then they tossed me around. I ended up in one of your mother's shelters. That's how I came to be here."

"My God, you've seen quite a bit of it in your 18 years haven't you Chl...er...Felicity?" Eustace was astonished by the strength of the girl.

"I'm afraid so, sir, but things are most certainly improving and I'm so glad to have something of a kindred spirit to work for," Felicity grinned broadly as she spoke.

"Why you presumptuous little tart, how dare you cast aspersions on my heretofore unblemished reputation." Eustace said with mock outrage. Felicity laughed so hard she nearly fell off the edge of the tub and into the water.

"Well now you know why they're trusting you with another girl, I really don't have much virtue left for you to compromise," Felicitys' smile became a little melancholy as her eyes shifted away from Eustace.

"But my dear," Eustace leaned forward and spoke in a warm, soft voice, "you have persevered in the face of supreme adversity and that is far more virtuous than those who would judge you most harshly have ever dreamed of being. My God, girl, I admire you."

Felicitys' lower lip trembled, tears beginning to well, "Thank you, sir. You know, that's exactly what your sainted mother said to me."

Eustace widened his eyes in feigned horror,"OH LORD, we can't have that." Standing up in the bath and clearing his throat in a grandiose manner, he began to orate, "You are a guttersnipe and an evil whore and what you have received thus far in your wasted existence has been too good for you." Again, girlish laughter pealed in the bathing suite.

Felicity wiped her eyes as her giggling subsided, "Yes, yes thank you sir, now please resume your seat." A sly, conspiratorial grin began to slide across her face as Eustace slipped back under the water. "By the by, sir, if you should ever desire to see Chloe again, arrangements could be made...previous rates would apply, of course."

"Previous rates!" Eustace replied, again feigning outrage. "I beg your pardon, young lady, if you don't have to provide Madame with a share, should not the rates decrease?"

"Sorry, sir," she replied in her most professional tone, "but you know as well as I that room service is always a bit more."