"Choose!" my beloved Camilla cried as her younger step-sisters stood before us with their Mama Katerina widow of Mr Parsonage and until deserted lately by Camilla's father the Lady Oakes.
"No, I say," the older woman cried vainly for she had no place but that which duty compelled Camilla to offer her.
"But Camilla my dearest, I wish none but you!" I pleaded as Camilla suggested I should ravish her step sisters Catherine and Lilla.
"No, ravish them I say, brutally, with no consideration," my beloved ranted, "Ruin them as they would have seen me ruined, and then cast them out in the street to earn a crust as whores."
Poor Lilla and Catherine looked on aghast as their prospects tumbled, from being deathly rivals for the affections of Mr Gerald Handley, the protege of our prime minister no less, to being cast out into the gutter or brothel for the pleasure of all who had a few farthings to spare.
"No, I shall not!" I insisted, "Ravishing shall be the limit, after that they shall reside here, with us as servants and not be cast into the street."
She grinned a sly grin, she had tricked me again, I saw it in her beautiful countenance, "And husband which shall you ravish first?"
"You!" I insisted.
Their mother, Camilla's step-mother also attended upon us, all bloodied but unbowed from her beating, "I shall not allow it." she said and Camilla hit the old woman so hard with her dainty fist that she near broke her elegant fingers upon the aged hag's nose, splitting the nose bone I'll wager such was the outrush of blood, it was an unseemly act for one so beautiful and led me to question why Camilla had not fought me with more vigour when first I sought to ravish her.
"Later, let us find an attic for my sisters and a pen for the old sow." Camilla added brightly.
"No, we must treat her with dignity, she shall share with the footman." I suggested.
"Yes!" Camilla agreed, "That she may serve the lower orders!" but as she led down the corridor my hands were upon her breasts and my mouth upon her neck and she said, "Very well we shall conjoin first if you insist!" and she ordered Catherine and Lilla to "Wait upon us." and we rushed to our bed chamber to form the beast with two backs that we had come to enjoy to excess.
"Camilla?" I asked, "Why did you not strike me when first I ravished you as you did Lady Oakes?"
"Because you loved me of course, and," she said coyly, "I wanted to know what, ah, what it was like, being ravished I mean."
"And did it meet your approval?" I enquired.
"After the third time, it was not objectionable, after the fourth time pleasurable and now." she kissed me, "Shut up and please me husband."
We conjoined with alacrity, my manhood now knew instinctively the place into which to insert himself to drive Camilla wild with enjoyment and she in turn had perfected the means by which with her honed muscles she might drive me to ecstasy and beyond, to such perfection that utter perfection seemed nought but ordinariness.
"So which will it be husband, mother, Catherine or Lilla." Camilla asked when we were done.
"Mother," I said, "For her innards are well worn already."
"You have too much consideration John," Camilla insisted, and then she cried "Mother!" and went in search of the old hag.
She was in the kitchen weeping, "Look if you won't earn your keep fornicating you must chop the firewood and fetch water from Catesby Beck," Camilla insisted, "Now my John has kindly offered himself as a fornicant so pray deport yourself to the stable and oblige him."
"But Camilla!" the old woman cried, but Camilla was determined and at once as soon as the woman was within the stable Camilla at once tore the older woman's clothes off her so she shivered nakedly.
"Husband, ravish her!" she insisted.
Ravish her, I could no more ravish her than walk to the moon, she stood there the flabbish spread of her belly and the coarse hair thereon nearly turned my stomach. "I cannot," I apologised, "I have no desire for her."
"But the sisters?" she queried, "I dare say you will have no failings there."
"I cannot," I protested, "I desire only you."
"Now I do believe that you can," sweet Camilla declared, "Now which shall it be?"
"Neither," I insisted.
"Then you shall go unsatisfied for I shall not accommodate you." Camilla insisted.
"Indeed?" I queried, "Who is master in this house?"
"Why you are but I am mistress!" Camilla pointed out,"And you did agree when I suggested you ravage Catherine and Lilla."
The old woman listened intently, and had she stilled her tongue I should most likely have spared the sisters what transpired bit she exclaimed, "No I forbid it!"
"Hold your tongue!" I cried, "You are the basest wretch now, I have the authority in my house, Camilla, fetch the sisters forthwith and I shall ravage them here while the mother looks on, here in the stable.
"Oh John, you are so masterful!" she declared.
"Be quick or tis you that shall be ravished," I warned her.
Indecision flicked across her visage, but she steeled herself and was away bounding like a small deer as she leapt through the doors in a blur of flying raiment.
"You beast!" the mother snorted.
"Silence hag," I chided "For your daughters might have snared an Earl or a parliamentarian but for your wickedness.
She looked at me with hate, even yet unable to grasp that she and she alone was the source of her families downfall, and then Catherine and Lilla appeared, "Serve my Lord or be gone with nothing," Camilla said heartlessly, "Tis a moments agony for you but a life sentence for me, why I could be Mrs Gerald Handley but for your mother's interference."
"Life sentence?" I enquired.
"Indeed John for you are intolerably dull," she laughed wickedly, "I must be the only wife that seeks out the gardener for conversation and the husband for fornication rather than the reverse!"
"Ha ha ha," the stupid sisters tittered, as enraged I grabbed the nearer and baring her buttocks with a single rending grasp of the hem of her smock I bent her over the feed trough of the stable rump uppermost and with flying fingers tearing to expose my prong I took her.
Took her with no consideration, no kindness, no love, no tenderness my stout pink staff pressed firmly against her yielding flesh and then easing between the sweet pink lips that led to her womb, where with an agonised cry and a wide eyed helpless entreaty of the mother I took her virtue.
A second thrust and a third and she was claimed entirely.
"Enough John," Camilla ordered, "Try the other," Camilla ordered and she bent the sister similarly over the water trough.
The moment's distraction was enough and I slipped from Lilla as she wriggled free and so was her sisters fate decided, as deprived of his wombish abode my prong desired a new warmth and wetness and Catherines upthrust rump was more than he could resist and so with glistening blood streaked prong rampant I advanced upon Catherine and knelt in the mud surrounding the trough and applied my prong to her womb lips.
My manhood entered smoothly, smoothly as if he were welcomed, such cries as she made were stifled and that first entry took him entirely within her until my balls slapped her flesh and I was sheathed entirely.
"Out, out I say!" Camilla ordered.
"What?" I queried.
"I mean you to discredit them not to pleasure them!" she snapped, "Out!"
Catherine now wriggled free and In was left helplessly enraged yet unsatisfied, "You, you old hag on your knees," Camilla ordered her step mother, "And you husband, sate her with your cream."
I could not do such a thing but the old woman knelt as ordered and showed her well worn orifice with its pronounced sagging lips and my prong showed no sign of wilting so upon her I advanced and seeing she glistened with moistness I drove into her mercilessly.
Slam, slam, slam I pounded her until she should have cried with agony but instead she cried with the altogether sweeter sounds of ecstasy until her arms gave ad we fell in a heap where it was but an instant to roll her on her back and prong her as she lay upon the straw,her great bosoms heaving as she writhed and clutched me to her until as my seed boiled forth impetuously she cried out in absolute delight and then collapsed fainting.
I withdrew, "I said no consideration," Camilla ordered, "Not pleasure her to the utmost."
"It was your idea," I reminded her, "I should sooner have ravished you."
"No you must treat me with consideration," she said, "As I am with child."
I looked at Lilla and Catherine, they sat quietly together dis robed and holding hands for comfort gazing at their mother in bewilderment.
"Mother," Catherine asked quietly, "Are you ill."
"No she is sated for the present," Camilla avowed, "Find blankets that she may rest and regain her strength without fear of freezing in the night air and then," Camilla smirked, "I do believe my John might be renewed sufficient to take you for a gallop."
"No, can mama not serve him again?" Lilla asked anxiously, "For I own the pain is extreme."
"Intolerable, I should sooner be whipped," Catherine added.
"Oh no, no John shall take his pleasure and then when sated I shall conjoin with him myself quietly and tenderly," Camilla declared, "Shall you not husband?"
"But Camilla my darling, must I?" I asked.
"Yes sir, it is your duty," Camilla insisted.
"Then I shall perform it but one small consideration please," I requested, "Can we not get a servant to pleasure the old crone?"
"Or a tramp," Camilla observed, "Perhaps the pig man, yes, we shall arrange it on the morrow, but come let the silly girls deal with the crone and let us dine."
We dined and conversed, to be honest Camilla conversed and I listened remembering to say "Yes," at appropriate intervals and we dined well, at least I did as I rebuilt my strength.
"John," she said, "I think we should retire, for you have a hard nights toil before you."
"As you wish, but the baby?" I asked.
"Not me you fool, the sisters!" she explained, "They are ruined but only bodily, now you must turn their minds so they desire only you as I do, for do you see after you ruined me there was one time when I was confused and the on the third all was revealed as ecstasy as the pain subsided, I want them to need you, crave you, desire you, fight for you even," she said, "Until they are utterly ruined."
"Oh!" I replied, "And do I have no say in this matter?"
"No!" she said, "Now to bed sir."
I drank the last dregs of my cordial and Camilla led me away to our bed chamber where I disrobed and washed as was my habit and then lay abed waiting.
"John," Camilla's strident voice ordered, "Where are you?"
"Abed," I replied.
