The old bed creaked as never before as Charlie Rokeby, now the fourth Baron Ashfordly ravished Mary the Rev Peasbody's youngest daughter for the third time in as many hours.
"I fear I am become a wanton strumpet" she giggled.
"No a willing partner, and you intact until this very forenoon, my eye what a turn up. I mistake you for a boy then we find ourselves thus so soon after, my head spins."
"I'll wager you promise all the strumpets a band of gold,"
He slowed his thrusting.
"No you must not think that of me, I have but once made an offer to a lady and that barely two hours thence, no it was serious, verily we are made for each other, no strumpet fits or pleases me so well as you, all is instinctive natural, and I believe we are meant to be together, and you must remember that you said yes."
"Take me to paradise again my Lord, please."
She smiled at him.
Hermione, Dowager Lady Ashfordly, lately mistress of the Ashfordly Estate but now cruelly cast aside on the mercy of Charlie Rokeby, since her husbands sudden demise in the midst of passion, was outraged.
She stalked the corridor outside his chamber, how dare he, what creature had he thence, in poachers garb it entered, she knew not whether male or female it were and whether the creaking was copulative or that of the sodomite. It should have been her therein, She thought of Rokeby, what a fine man, possessed of a fine straight rampant prong, she mused.
She turned again, Oh how could she have been so stupid, how could she know everything was entailed upon the Male heir, in her circles always the wife inherited the fortune, she remembered her glory days, dragging herself from the very gutter to the finest bordello in Catesby then snaring Ashfordly as a husband.
How she had worked, how hard had it been, or was that the rub, how difficult was it to get hardness into that aged member, but she had learned her tricks well and had entered the house as mistress, barely five summers senior to her eldest step daughter, the envy of every young woman in the district, yet now she was undone.
"Desist at once, I cannot stand it" Hermione wailed as she threw the bedchamber door wide. "It is an aberration in the sight of god."
"Shut the door, pray Aunt, the draft afflicts my lowers, you may stay and watch if your own depravity is sufficiently base."
Hermione stared at the Couple, sodomy it was not, his prong disappearing into her willing slot, her pale flesh, and his manliness too much for her to bear.
"You unspeakable beast" she cried as she felt her breasts tingle and her own juices start to churn, she must escape, and she flung herself from the chamber to crumple against the passage wall.
"Mother what is it" Katherine and Rebekah on hearing the commotion had come at full pace.
"He is evil, he does even now despoil a wench in his grandfathers own bed, wantonly, in nakedness they cavort openly, declining even the decency of the bed covers to hide their depravity."
Rebekkah opened the door anew.
"Look this is private, not the farthing seats at the grand opera." Rokeby protested.
Rebekkah stood transfixed, never since she stole away to the stables when the stallion was fetched to cover the mares had she seen such a magnificent prong.
"My god it's pious little Mary, holier than thou bloody little bookworm Mary, you sorceress you have spirited away our hopes and stolen what is ours, Lord Ashfordly was to have chosen one of us for his bed."
Rokeby fixed her with a steady gaze. "I should rather take the life of a Monk or sodomite than contemplate marriage to such as you or indeed my Aunt, now watch if it excites you, but please close the door as the draft it tickleth the hairs upon mine backside."
"Such base horrible talk from one we are told to respect" whined Rebekkah as she closed the door and sat watching them.
"Rebekkah, It was said in jest, you cannot sit and watch."
"Does it not excite you to have an audience, perhaps I am waiting to take Mary's place, to take my turn to be despolied and thrown on the dung heap of fallen women such as exist in Madam Curette's establishment in Heaton."
"My lover, show Rebekkah what she misseth and transport me once again to paradise." Mary whispered and Rokeby smiled at her everything else forgotten as he pounded her sweet frame to paradise.
Rebekkah watched in horror, how could the strumpet endure such torment let alone seek it, her tiny slot distended by his huge prong and his muscular frame pounding into her, and the way their mouths writhed against each other was pure obscenity.
She vowed never would she allow her body to be abused in such manner, yet part of her wished to drag Mary away so she might take her place, she crept from the room as once again the cries of the culmination of their passion rasped from the Lord and the Vicars youngest daughter.
Rokeby donned his breeches and bare chested he strode downstairs in fine good humour, "A tray Cook, cold meat and fruit cordial we must regain our strength." "It is from the Mistress that I take my orders sir, not such as you."
"What did you say Woman" he demanded.
"I take my orders from the Mistress, not from evil sodomites such as you"
"What is this talk of Sodomy, tell me woman."
"It was seen, you brought the poacher in to your bed chamber and have sodomised him endlessly we have seen and heard it." she stated boldly.
"Wait upon me thou Donkey I shall disabuse you of your notions directly" he shouted angrily as he swept from the room.
He rushed up the stair slipping and stumbling in his haste and burst in upon Mary as she gently cleansed her swollen and tender intimate parts.
"They call me sodomite" he exclaimed.
"My Lord" she comiserated.
"They take you for a boy," he explained.
"I am no boy sire," she giggled.
"And so shall they see."
He flung open his travelling chest seeking something in which to clothe his lover, an ornate undershirt, embroidered and embossed, to be worn under a jacket with a kerchief, he saw her in it in his minds eye, his prong stiffened, but he resisted his urges and threw her the garment.
"Put this on," he ordered.
She threw it over her head, the tails covered her intimate parts yet the open neck showed her breasts to perfection. She started to fasten the buttons.
"No let them see your womanly features, come I shall carry you."
And as she giggled he carried her down the corridor, down the stair and to the kitchen. Cook and maids all awaited in silent anticipation.
Mary became uneasy "My Lord I am all but undressed."
"All was seen at your christening, nothing has changed."
"Oh but I believe it has sire, but if you wish the staff to ogle your strumpet then so be it"
The kitchen was quiet as a mouse, no one stirred.
"See this is your Mistress now, see her womanly breasts ready to suckle my children."
"Yes Master" heads nodded,
"And see" He lifted her garment exposing her swollen mound.and her tiny puckered bottom. "See my seed even now seeps from her, and she is intact behind, now apologise hag."
"But sire she is but a wanton strumpet, from whence did you bring her from the fleshpots of Heaton perchance or Catesby was it."
"Stupid woman have you not known me from a child, it is I, Mary, Mary Peasbody of the Rectory." Mary retorted.
"Then you have despoiled a sweet child sire, what now shall she do? shall she enter the whorehouse, where she sought to serve God" the Cook continued.
"I shall not cast her aside, ever, indeed fetch the Reverend we have much to discuss."
"Cold meat and some Lemonade please Cook." suggested Mary.
"I shall take no orders from those who fornicate."
