A sad sight befell those at Ashfordly House that morn, fine ladies cast out upon the very street, great piles of boxes, hats, cloaks every raiment known to woman strewn around in great confusion as Hermione, Dowager Lady Ashfordly, Katherine and Rebekah her step daughters and their sisters of the half blood Hope and Charity Peasbody sat all hopeless and afraid.
Rokeby was abroad already, and having his position manifestly clear made was at that very hour purchasing back Ashfordly Hall for four thousand, that for which Lloyd had lent Twenty Thousand so recently.
"We had you as a peacock sir, strutting brainless, yet have you bamboozled us and Sixteen Thousand are we at loss, pray sir meet our directors that we might an offer make for you to join with us."
"Tis a kind offer but yet I have sport to conclude."
A town house, recently a bordello, near new in Catesby high road near the station, near at hand for brief assignations, for travellers to the metropolis from the North. A bargain at a mere five hundred pounds.
"My sisters they deserve to reside within," announced Mary.
Rokeby and Mary made haste for Ashfordly Hall, and he regarded the ladies waiting, "I shall show mercy and offer a passage on the Parliamentary to London for each of you this very morn."
"But what of our luggage,". they whined.
"Or in Catesby at our new abode you may repair." he suggested.
And they agreed.
The Carter came and they set sail Cart overloaded and they on foot.
They arrived late and footsore.
"It is the house of ill repute" spoke Hope.
Rokeby had arrived on horseback before them, "Indeed, no respectable person would reside within, hence I obtained a reasonable valuation."
"And how are we to live?" Enquired Hermione.
"As you have previously Aunt, I shall bid you good day."
"What did he mean Mother." Katherine enquired. "I was once employed in a Bordello, I pleasured men for money, there I have said it."
"You are a base whore and no better" snapped Rebekah.
"And how shall you be better, with no money and nothing to eat."
"I shall sell a trinket or trifle," announced Rebekah.
But the house devoid of fuel and with bare beds and no food was unwelcoming and the Pawnbroker closed.
Upon this sad and melancholy crew stumbled Col Hogarth of the Militia, The morning sun had but barely crept over the limestone ridge before he arrived and sought solace with female company, banging loudly upon the door.
"Thank heavens, you are abroad, I require relief and quick about it."
"We are respectable maids here Captain, the harlots are long gone and we wish to wipe the memory of that unseemly episode" said Hermione as she slipped her hand into the Colonels breeches, soon he convulsed with involuntary grunts and shudders and presently the beige of his breeches glistened moist.
"If say you they have departed, then I cannot contradict, but I am most humbly grateful for that kind service madam."
Katherine entered the room, she looked aghast at the Colonel and Hermione.
"Mother you are disgusting," she wailed.
"Stupid child, I not your mother am, and never address me thus again, Madam is how shall you address me." Hermione spoke furiously. She addressed the Colonel.
"You may take any pleasure you wish with this strumpet sir and all for two shillings,"
"No" wailed Katherine"
"So shall you then starve?" asked Hermione.
"Here, a Gold soverign is all I have but such cannot even touch upon that which would freely give for one such as she."
"Then take her sir, the chamber lies above" Hermione instructed and as if she were but a ragged doll he swept her away, Skirts nor petticoats nor bloomers were any impediment to his quest and pausing only to seek a skin from his pocket he took Katherines innocence with one single powerful thrust.
Poor Katherine felt she should split down her very centre, the pain unbearable at first was now diminished yet, she wished not for the invasion to cease, the swellings upon her chest troubled her the very teats throbbing and in need of attention, she sought to release them, but the buttons were too fiddlesome and in the end she had to tear her bodice but finally they were free.
Hogarth was becoming aware that all was not as it should be, the wench seemed in spate of passion, not lying in submission making token gestures of pleasure as with a usual harlot but severely troubled yet pleasured at once, she tore at her own bodice till the stitching gave way and her teats protruded, he desired them on his chest and without the least interruption in his pronging did divest himself of tunic, shirt and under vestment so his chest bare rested her teats upon.
He looked upon her troubled face, he knew that propriety forbade one to kiss a harlot yet he could not resist and soon their lips entwined, their very tongues exploring each the others mouth, he had found very paradise.
Katherine, for her self was perplexed beyond belief, how could such degradation, such debauchery feel so wonderful, her pain now a distant memory her very body ached for relief from the passion, a throbbing from his prong foretold his release but the skin muted her pleasure. She clung to him even as he shrank within her.
"I Thank you earnestly sweet maid, for that was the best time I truly ever had, pray where did you learn these tricks?" he asked.
"I know nothing, t'was verily my initiation, but, I own, I feel I shall enjoy this new career."
"Do you say you were pure," He looked upon his bloodied skin as he removed it and knew she told the truth.
"Yes sir, we but this very day set up this enterprise,"
"Then how would you consider becoming my Mistress, I will set you up in my apartments and feed and clothe and we can like lovers be between my duties."
"I own I am not like to receive a better offer."
"I should offer marriage but the Regiment would not allow it, say you will be my Harlot and I shall arrange it forthwith with your Madam."
"Yes" she said quietly.
Yesterday she would not even have received such a low fellow, now she had taken him and promised herself to him as his whore.
Rokeby and Mary had once more arrived to inspect their property, they sat quietly in the lounge, he in his riding jacket, she in her underthings playing the Harlot.
Hermione spying at the Chamber door was in a quandary, what to do?, she saw Hogarth was finished and she flew downstairs to find Rokeby and Mary kissing.
"Pray keep such debauchery for the bed chamber"
"Yes Madam, Sorry Madam," said Mary keeping in character, Rokeby extracted her left teat from its hiding place and sucked upon it, grinning wickedly.
"Charlie Rokeby!" what a pleasant surprse, what do you here, Oh I see, well sir it's good to see you." Hogarth beamed delightedly.
