Marriage

There was an uneasy silence in the room. The Dawsons had an unexpected visitor in the figure of Lord Jupen, and what he wanted from them the devil only knew.

"I'm thinking of getting married," Lord Jupen announced.

"Ah, congratulation?" Mr Dawson put forward, slightly surprised that he was getting married at his age and that he was bothering to tell them.

He's kidding, Mrs Dawson thought. He'd have to back up a few years to be in his seventies. Would he remember what to do with a woman if he caught one and would he survive the wedding night?

"You're probably wondering what this has to do with you," Lord Jupen said. "Well, to tell the truth Claudia is the woman I have my heart set on. We'll be married as soon as possible."

Mr and Mrs Dawson looked at each other as the penny slowly dropped. Claudia? He surely didn't mean their Claudia.

"Are you speaking about our Claudia? Only just turned eighteen and quite innocent. If you are, forget it. It won't be happening."

"As you wish. It has to be your choice, after all. Very nice farm you have here. It will be hard for me to find a new tenant but I'm sure I'll manage."

"What do you mean? This is our farm. We have a lot of money invested in it. No way we're moving."

"Your farm but my land. I don't have to lease the land to folks who won't do what I want. I will give you a week or two to move on out."

A rather vigorous argument broke out at that point. To sum it up Lord Jupen was right. He was the owner of all the land for several miles around. If he wanted them gone all he had to do was give them formal notice. They weren't even entitled to any compensation.

Mr Dawson finally capitulated.

"I'll talk to Claudia. If she says no then that is final. I won't force her into marriage with you."

"I spoke with the Parson," Claudia subsequently told her parents with a sigh. "He tried to reason with Lord Jupen and was told to mind his own business. Basically either I marry Lord Jupen or we're all walking down the road carrying what we can."

The three of them sat despondently around the table.

"At least, it won't be a long marriage," Mrs Dawson said. "He's already in his eighties."

"And I can make my marrying him contingent on him signing over ownership of the land to you for our farm so it is truly our farm."

"If he manages to make you pregnant then the child will inherit everything," Mr Dawson pointed out.

"If he doesn't I think I would. I haven't heard of him having any relatives who might inherit. That's one reason he want to marry. He doesn't want the estate being returned to the Crown on his demise. He'd rather wed and at least try for an heir."

"But you're such an innocent."

"True, and if I don't remain one until the wedding we can all start walking. It won't be that bad. Lots of women have absolute brutes for husbands."

Grim acceptance stayed with them up until the day of the wedding. The wedding itself was small consisting of the Dawsons, Lord Jupen, and a couple of Lord Jupen's men, namely his solicitor and his valet, his valet acting as best man. The ceremony was brief and only a light celebratory dinner was provided. There was no reception afterwards.

As instructed Claudia had retired to the master bedroom. She was lying on top of the bed, naked, also as instructed. She was tense. She was nervous. She was both scared and furious. While not knowing exactly what to expect she had a pretty good idea. You couldn't live on a farm and not know about the birds and the bees. It was different when it was applied to her.

She almost screamed when Lord Jupen walked in, accompanied by Hatter, his valet. Lord Jupen wore a big smile while Hatter's face was completely blank.

"I'll be with you in a moment, my dear" Jupen called. "Hurry up, Hatter."

Claudia watched them cross over to the dressing room, feeling somewhat scandalised. He'd brought his valet into the bedroom when he knew she was naked. That had to be some sort of low level for uncouthness. She waited restlessly, unhappy.

Lord Jupen returned from the dressing room, his clothes now gone. Claudia looked at the old, wrinkled man and almost shuddered. At least she didn't have to worry about immediate rape. The man's equipment was shrunken and flaccid. If she was supposed to get that aroused she suspected they were both on a loser.

"Well, stand up, girl," rasped the old man. "Let me see what I've acquired."

Claudia reluctantly rose to her feet, facing him. Thank god Hatter wasn't also there staring at her. Lord Jupen's face held a beaming smile, avarice plain in his gaze. Then his face went blank and he collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

"Hatter, come quick," Claudia screamed.

Hatter entered from the dressing room before Claudia had even reached the old man. A quick check and Hatter sighed.

"Dead as a doornail," he said. "I guess the excitement was too much for him. The doctor warned us it might be. Sit down on the bed while I call him. Don't get dressed, by the way."

"What? Why not?"

"Legal reasons. We'll explain shortly."

Sticking his head outside the room he demanded the doctor be sent for and a couple of minutes later he was admitted.

"Lady Jupen, I'm Doctor Ferenson. Just one moment while I examine your husband."

A quick examination followed, finishing with the doctor making an Announcement.

"Lord Jupen seems rather ill. It's quite possible that he'll die at any moment from heart failure combined with a stroke. If one doesn't kill him the other might," said the doctor. "It is only to be expected but he wouldn't be told. Plan 'B' is needed." This last was addressed to Hatter.

"Plan 'B' it is," agreed Hatter. "You'll need to stay downstairs and return to check on Lord Jupen later."

"Ah, what do you mean by Plan 'B'," asked Claudia.

"The marriage hasn't been consummated," the doctor pointed out. "If someone wants to appeal they could have it set aside on those grounds. Fortunately, Hatter, as well as being Lord Jupen's valet is also his chargé d'affaires, you might say. He's authorised to attend to all those little details that Lord Jupen didn't have time for." He smiled benignly at Claudia.

"But Lord Jupen is dead. I don't understand the legalities that you're talking about but I don't mind if the marriage is annulled," Claudia said quickly.

"Lord Jupen is not dead until I complete my examination and declare him so. We do care if the marriage is annulled," the doctor assured her. "The estate would probably revert to the crown. Jobs lost. Poor management by an overseer appointed by the crown leading to the deterioration of the estate as a whole and the loss of more jobs. You might even find the title gifted to your father for the farm might be repealed on the grounds that the marriage didn't take place. No, no. A lot hangs on the marriage taking place and it's far better if the marriage is properly consummated while Lord Jupen is still officially alive. Hatter?"

"I will of course be delighted to fill in for Lord Jupen and attend to this little matter."

The doctor and Hatter moved Lord Jupen to a trundle bed in the dressing room. The doctor then quietly left.

Claudia went to back away from Hatter and then thought rude thoughts to herself. She was sitting on the bed, naked. Where would she back away to? The only thing she could think of was to roll over and lie on her stomach, showing her back to him. Her stomach squirmed slightly as she felt the bed sink under his weight as he sat next to her. At least, something in her nether regions was squirming.

She felt his hand settle lightly on her back, just rubbing against her. It felt quite nice, not being upset by it in any way. Up and across her shoulders it moved, leaving a warm tingle as it went. Down along her side and still no problems. Then it moved sidewards, covering her bottom. Claudia flinched at that, giving a nervous squeak.

She heard Hatter laugh, then his hand rose and fell, giving her bottom a casual slap. It was more the sort of friendly cuff she gave her dog when he got a bit rumbustious than anything else. An attention getter, not a penalty.

She felt like telling him he already had her full attention as soon as his hand caressed her bottom. She didn't need any other reminders. Still, she did her best to relax a bit, helped in this by the way he stroked her, not taking any liberties really, just generally massaging her.

She ventured a protest when his hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her mound. She was finding the feelings that aroused to be most peculiar. She ventured a protest to be met with reassuring words, his hand continuing to gently massage.

She was able to relax a little (for a given value of relax) but really she was quite enjoying his touch. It was nothing like what she had imagined. She was of a compliant mind when he raised her hips, propping her legs forward so she was lying head down, bottom up. Maybe her legs were spread a little more than she would normally part them but that was neither here nor there.

Hatter dropped his trousers and underwear, his cock standing rampantly forth. Kneeling behind her he spread her lips a little more, soothing away her startled protest. A little adjustment and the head of his cock was pressing against the start of her vaginal passage and he released his hold on her lips, letting then close round him.

Claudia was now feeling distinctly nervous. The stroking, the touching generally, was one thing, even considering some of the places he'd been touching. She could still feel the heat of his hands where they'd covered her breasts, her nipples erect and tingling. Now this. This wasn't right, she just knew it.

"I think you should stop that," she gasped out, swallowing a desire to scream.

"It's OK, it's quite all right. It's just that you're not used to it. Just let it happen and you'll be fine, you'll see."

His voice was soft and warm, flowing over her like honey. Opposed to that was the fact that his cock was hard and hot and was trying to penetrate her. She was rather sure she did not want that. Scratch that. She was positive she didn't want it.

"I'm sorry but you'll have to stop," she managed to demand. "I'm just not doing this."

She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her steady. At the same time she could feel him pressing against her, encouraging her passage to yield to him. She could hear him softly laughing and knew that she couldn't stop what was happening. She could feel some pressure building up inside her and wondered what that was.

"You'll find I'm pressing against your maidenhood right now. It will yield in a moment and that might hurt a little but don't worry about it. The first time is the only time it hurts. Just accept that it happens and keep going. Why not bite down on a pillow."

"I don't need to bite on a stupid pill-OW," she squealed. "That hurt, damn you."

"Well yes, I just told you that it would," Hatter pointed out. "Now you can relax and let it continue to the end. No more pain, only pleasure."

A residual sting was still there but her body seemed to be ignoring it, apparently quite happy to fully yield to this masterful intruder. His cock plunged into her and she was surprised at how deep it seemed to go. It also felt thicker that she'd thought. (She'd caught a glimpse of it when she turned her head to see what the hell he was doing.)

His groin slapped against hers and she felt a little stunned. How had he put all of that inside her? What was she supposed to do now? She had no idea. For his part Hatter was content to have his cock sunk fully into her while his arms were around her, fondling her breasts.

She stayed the way she was, feelings emanating up from her groin and flowing over her body. Heat she could only assume that was being generated by his cock inside her. For some reason or other she was feeling enraptured by the feeling of his cock, her whole body seeming to stand to and pay attention. She was breathing hard as she waited.

Hatter pulled slowly back and returned, plunging into her. Claudia gave a surprised gasp, feeling odd as he drove home. She found he was repeating the action and for the life of her she couldn't help but move with him, not that she didn't mind doing that. It sort of felt right so why should she protest?

Taking his time Hatter coaxed her along, strongly approving of the way she responded. He could tell she was totally caught up in what he was doing to her and there'd be no complaints from her about this. He pressed home relentlessly, his strokes growing harder as he slowly increased the speed at which he pumped her. With a nice rhythm finally established he settled down to ensure he drew it out long enough for Claudia to climax.

Claudia just let it happen, willingly let it happen. She was experiencing something she'd never felt before and as far as she was concerned it was wonderful. She just relaxed into it, moving with Hatter, feeling something building within her, something she totally desired.

She gave a soft, long drawn-out, scream as she climaxed much to Hatter's relief. He couldn't get a better signal than that. He stepped up the pace, releasing his pent up energy into her, flooding her.

Claudia was feeling semi-comatose when she heard Hatter summoning the doctor back into the room. He stood by her for a few moments, checking her out. Then he moved over to where they'd left Lord Jupen, covered by a blanket. The doctor did a quick check of the body, finding that it was now dead.

"I am prepared to state that the evidence points to the marriage being consummated on this night. Unfortunately I now have to pronounce that I've subsequently examined Lord Jupen and found that he has expired. His heart seems to have been unable to stand the excitement. I will write a formal statement to this effect and send it to Hatter, along with my bill. I will leave you to your grief Lady Jupen."

Claudia stared after the departing doctor, surprised.

"That's it?" she asked. "He just walks in, looks at and at Lord Jupen and says I've been diddled and that my husband died doing it?"

"A not unusual occurrence when an elderly man reaches beyond his physical limits in his choice of a bride. No stigma will attach to you. You are now the mistress of the estate. I am your obedient servant. Why don't you retire for the night while I take care of things?"

Claudia nodded, a little shocked at his matter of fact manner. Maybe tomorrow it would all make sense.

"One thing, Lady Jupen," murmured Hatter. "Try not to have subsequent lovers die. That would give you a bad name."