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Jack Kingsman, as Lord of his peculiar manor, took full advantage of his ancestral right to possess any female on his estate. He had a very high sex drive but was always able to satisfy this as there were so many women and girls working there, supplemented by girls from the stables and nearby village, if necessary, and occasional visitors. He only possessed those of legal age, naturally, though he often used the term 'girls', as is common, rather than 'woman' which tends to indicate grater maturity.
He had domestic staff, kitchen maids, stable girls, women who worked in the gardens and across the estate. Jack's favourite, though, was Eli, a young Nordic beauty who helped with the estate management and gamekeeping. She lived in a cottage in the woods not far from his mansion.
Eli was the epitome of the human races who have evolved to the point where they are mostly tall, slimly built, light-skinned and fair-haired. She came from the far north of Europe, descended from generations of Nordic peoples in what is now Finland and Norway. She was 1.8m tall, with a very slim physique, narrow hips and waist, tiny breasts, light golden hair, bright blue-grey eyes, very pale white skin, and naturally absolutely no body hair. The Lord saw her as a pinnacle of human evolution.
Eli assisted with the hunting and shooting and gamekeeping on the estate. She was very fit and athletic, most at home when out in the forest and on the moors. She often accompanied him and his guests, as a guide and adviser. She also loved to participate with the men at leisure, feasting on the game they caught, drinking whisky and wine with them at the hunting lodge. And she loved sex. She had a seemingly insatiable lust, frequently coupling with her co-workers, visiting hunters, friends of the Lord, and the master himself. Indeed she often came to visit him at his mansion, at night, or he would call in at her cottage when he desired her.
As he was doing now. He had been walking through the woods on a cool late summer afternoon when he felt the urge. Being near the home of his young huntress, he decided to call on her. He knocked at the door but did not wait for a response and walked in to the open kitchen and dining area. She was not there. He moved into the living room. A log fire was glowing. In front of the fireplace was a large white sheepskin rug. Eli was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, reading.
She stood. 'Good afternoon, sir.'
'Hello, Eli. You look delightful, as ever.'