The title of this story suggests the content may be violent or involve mainly non-consensual sex. It does not.
Most of my stories explore feelings, relationships and morals, and so does this one. It was supposed to be a short story, but I seem to have difficulty letting go of characters.
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'Mrs Beauchamp, your horse is ready.'
Agnes heard her butler speak up respectfully right behind her, Guy was so soft-footed she had not heard him ascend the staircase to the attic, though it was as old as the house and decidedly creaky. He was so close behind her, she could feel his warm breath in her neck, and a little thrill came over her as she remembered how soft his hands were, as soft as his tread.
Just this morning he had awoken her with his slender hands on her breasts, and his nimble tongue on her most sensitive woman-parts. She still felt the moist warmth of it, starting to explore it very gently, as Patrick leaned over his life's partner, holding his mistress' labia open for Guy to reach the soft flesh underneath, giving attention to a spot he thought Guy might have forgotten.
They were unmatched in tender loving, four hands and two tongues always finding new ways stir her heat up slowly but inexorably, until she gasped for breath with ardour and begged them for release from their tantalizing caresses in the most enticing places.
Of course they did their very best to give her what she craved, they had tried from the moment they first met.
Actually, Agnes had met Patrick first, almost three years ago now, when she was still in mourning for her beloved husband.
Finding his mistress deep in thought, Guy now kneeled before the large bed she was sitting on, and addressed her respectfully.
'Mrs Beauchamp, it is cold up here, will you allow me to let Dick fire up the hearth if you are going to spend so much time in this room?'
'Thank you Guy,' she replied, still very pleased with her butler's respectful address, and the professional way in which he performed his actual job, as well as his fabulous skills in satisfying her need for tender loving.
'I'm not staying here very long, just getting the feel of the place, see if something still needs improving. In fact, I was just getting ready to go back downstairs when you came in.
Are you sure Dick can be trusted to make a safe fire?'
Dick was the latest addition to her staff, a tall, broad-shouldered man approaching his thirties, a local from a village about an hour's walk away, whom Agnes had hired to perform all the menial tasks in the household. Things that would usually be the responsibility of several maids, like doing the laundry, sweeping hearths, filling and emptying wash-stands, clearing the privies and dressing the carcasses of the larger prey Agnes killed during her hunts, like deer and boar.
Of course maintaining fires was also a menial task usually performed by a maid, but Agnes had reason to doubt Dick's ability to handle fire in a house built predominantly of wood.
'He's coming along very well, Mrs Beauchamp,' Guy now offered, 'but of course one of us would accompany him and check his work. He absolutely loves building a fire and we didn't see any problem in letting him do that. Do you mind, ma'am?'
Guy was such a mild mannered man, imagine Patrick and him spending so much time on Dick just because the big man liked building a fire. Agnes had done well to replace the maids with Dick, though it had taken Guy and Patrick a lot of time and effort to teach him his tasks, and Cook a lot of time to find a man like Dick in one of the villages within a day's walk of her house.
'If you keep an eye on him, or Patrick, he can build as many fires as we need. I trust you both. But there's no need for one in the attic, not yet. I'm never up here for very long, it's just that I feel something is lacking, and I hope to find out what by just sitting and looking around for a quarter of an hour.
You've done wonders with Dick, Guy, you really have.'
Pleased with the praise, Guy still couldn't help spreading it around a little.
'Patrick and myself did spend a lot of time on him, ma'am, but Cook managed to find him, which is almost incredible. He is everything you wished for, though you have taught him much yourself, and improved his temper a lot, which we could not have done.'
Guy was right, Cook had managed the near-impossible, even though he was a local and knew everyone for miles around.
When Agnes had first asked him to find her a useful but dimwitted help he had looked at her as if she had finally gone mad, but he had of course complied with her request, asking around among his friends and family in the nearest villages.
They naturally knew people in the villages beyond theirs, and thus Dick, a healthy, strong man of nearly thirty years had turned up, who was just smart enough to follow orders, but a burden on his elderly parents who were pleased to have him find a safe, permanent place.
And indeed he had found a place with them, Agnes was very pleased with Dick, who not only worked hard without ever complaining, but cheerfully confirmed his name, being in the possession of a huge cock, and eager to learn its correct application to a rather spoiled lady's pussy. Relieving his pent-up sexual energy made him even more ready to be obedient and cheerful, and soon he was an integral part of the household, learning ever more skills of a domestic nature, and always eager to please his mistress.
While Dick was not exactly handsome, he was not ugly either, just rather homely, and tall, straight of limb, very strong, and clean. But most importantly, he had a stamina and fervour Agnes didn't think could be found in a man of normal capacities without having unwanted side-effects, like an urge to take over the household.
Dick was always eager to please her, and had learned to listen to her instructions very well.
When she first tried his paces, about a week after his arrival nearly three months ago, she had kept Patrick close with a whip to keep Dick from ravaging her in his potentially mindless ardour. He probably had ten years of pent up sexual energy in him, and Agnes didn't trust her power over him yet.
It had been an interesting afternoon, in the special room she had designed for use with Dick only, containing a large, sturdy bed, and a few decorative items reminding him of home. Patrick had seen to it that Dick had been scrubbed well from the first, getting him used to a routine was easier than they had expected, and apparently his parents had insisted on personal hygiene, for he knew how to clean himself and did it readily after a day's hard work and whenever Agnes asked him to.
He had already been introduced to Agnes on his first day, and she had been very nice to him the entire week, touching him casually in innocuous places, getting him used to her presence and her authority.
