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A Victorian Lord Ch. 01

By: MustafaFuch



Rokeby looked disconsolately from the Carriage window, the rain spluttered against the thin glass, as the contraption creaked and groaned over the rutted track slowing the four matching chestnut thoroughbreds to a bare crawl.

"Barely four hours for a hundred miles by the railway then straight back into the dark ages, by God I hate the Country."

"Cheer up old chap, things could be worse, think of your inheritance." Flemming reassured him.

"Look rather good missing the old duffers funeral hey what?" Rokeby jested.

"Look you promised me shooting, fishing and all the wenches I could prong, if I were to accompany you to this ghastly place so you should be dammed well jollying me along."

"Sorry Flemming, it's just I have such misgivings, it is one thing to be heir apparent to my uncles estate but inheriting it, well tis a big thing and no mistake."

"Yes ten thousand a year, how will you ever find time to spend it." Flemming quipped his eyes twinkling.

Rokeby checked his watch, "by jove we will be bloody late. Coachman," he bellowed. "Detatch a Pair we must ride"

"Bad bits over sir, it will barely take half a quarter of an hour sir"

"Very well but don't spare the whip." he replied reassuringly.

The crowd waited, the Village, all the farm hands and tenants and all the womenfolk, clustered around the old Village Church where the funeral was to be held, the soft rain ruining their carefully laundered Sunday best, black streaks betraying the lamp black the old timers used to hide their white hair lest the new squire decide their days of hard work to be beyond them.

The elegant ladies too, their hats for show, soaking up the rain like sponges to release the moisture down their elegant necks in an inelegant trickle.

And what elegant ladies, Hermione, now the Dowager Lady Ashfordly, Widow of the recently deceased Lord, in her finery, and her step daughters Katherine and Rebekah, all waiting to throw themselves on the mercy of the new lord, Rokeby, the estate passing through the male line only, and the other ladies, each believing themselves to be irresistible to the new Lord., and seeing themselves in white walking down the aisle to the waiting Lord for marriage. Even the married ones considering in which way their spouses may be despatched to facilitate this.

Perhaps most nervous of all Reverend Peasbody, not only was there the pressing matter of the funeral, the grave barely half the required six feet due to rock and the lazy incompetent grave digger, but the hole in the church finances, in truth he had used the Church money as his own relying on the Lord's disinterest but now perchance the new Lord might look into matters and discover his deceipt.

The Carriage hove into view, the team of four sweating and frothing at the mouth from their exertions.

"My Lord, please accept my sincere condolences," the Vicar addressed Flemming as the Carriage door opened.

"Accepted, except that dour fellow behind me is the Lord, I am just the Honourable James Flemming."

"Begging your pardon sir." cringed the Vicar, 

"Shall I commence sir?"

"For gods sake yes get this bunch of drowned rats under cover before they all get pneumonium."

Rokeby made his way to the front pew as was his right sitting alongside the Dowager and his cousins.

The Vicar commenced the service, "He that is born of man hath but a short time"

Rokeby chuckled what a stupid line he thought.

He looked at the throng assembled, rain dripped through the Chancel ceiling down between the choir stalls, where some of the Village children had been scrubbed up and forced into long robes with as some sort of pantomime choir, red for girls black for boys, with white surplices over the top part, except one boy in a red dress.

Its hair long and unkempt it took a turn at the organ bellows just by his seat for the final Hymn. "We shall sing Hymn 3476 Death is coming" announced the vicar.

"Bloody come already" muttered a deep Yokel voice. 

Rokeby swung around, a comedian, he thought, thing s were looking up.

The Organ sounded the first notes of the dirge.

Rokeby could repress his feelings no longer.

"For Gods sake play the bloody thing so we can sing it. it will be Thursday before you have finished."

The keyboard lid crashed down and they heard footsteps and the door slamming.

"Put your foot in it again old chap" bellowed Flemming "Have we an Organist in the house." "I can play, sir" It was the red robed Choirboy."If someone will pump."

"Go to it lad,I'll pump"

And he sprang from his seat.

"And keep it up to time, and you lot sing, you are supposed to be praising god not crying into your mead" he ordered.

The Organ started, suddenly transformed from an instrument of torture to something faintly musical. "Use your bloody feet" he stage whispered, and the lad soon had the largely unused lower pipes of the organ thumping out the bass part, odd bits of plaster and thick lumps of dirt fell from the ceiling the very building seemed to shake.

"Pull all the stops out for the last verse" he ordered and the old organ sent fort such a caucophany of sound that many feared the building would collapse, elegant ladies covered their ears, Yokels sang as never before and all knew they would never forget this day.

The last whinges faded from the Organ, and shaken the Vicar led the procession to the graveyard, the coffin lowered an embarrassingly short distance, and mud flung on top while the Vicar droned Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes.

"There is a small repast at the Inn," announced Lady Hermione, and suddenly the yokel horde had disappeared towards the Inn.

Hermione stood close to Him, Rokeby aware of her, very aware, she wore the same perfume as his favourite whore in Mayfair, how could she know he wondered? or did all whores smell the same, she barely thirty marrying an old fool of sixty, and by all accounts giving him a heart attack in the process of copulation.

He wondered to himself if he should offer her one shilling and sixpence for the full experience, or if provincial whores were cheaper.

He saw the doe eyed Cousins, from the earlier marriage, the first wife had been modestly beautiful but by all accounts less intelligent than his Uncle which was no mean feat, most people that stupid were after all in Lunatic asylums, and the girls sadly clearly took after their parents.

Rokeby looked around, it would be a tiresome, tedious, frustrating time ahead until he could sort the affairs out and return to civilisation.

"You must come to the House" instructed Hermione, "And we must talk."

"I fear you intend to talk whilst I listen, but I shall have plenty to say have no fear," Rokeby quipped as if in jest.

The Staff lined up at the front steps, Rokeby noted Hermione's genius in employing only the ugliest serving maids, clearly she wished the late Lord to bestow his favours on her and not on some pretty buxom serving wench for whose resulting bastard he would be required to pay and pay well.

"I say Rokeby, its like Mrs Crufts show" Flemming chuckled at the subtlety of his wisecrack.

"Mongrel class hey what" Rokeby agreed.

The table was laid with some of what passed for fine meats and fine wines but would have barely sufficed for a servants repast in Mayfair.

"This is Bradbury our Agent, he runs the estate, and does the accounts and Mr Bryant of Benson and Hedges, Solicitors he shall advise us of the will.

"Yes Mr Bryant pray tell what trifle did the old duffer leave to me except the dammed title which will lie like a millstone around my neck."

"My lord it is with great sorrow that I hear you speak of the late Lord so, he was a great man in his way sir, he overcame a fearsome lack of intellect to out babble the finest ranters in the whole of their Lordships House in Westminster Palace, talk out a bill said they, why fetch Ashfordly, he shall bamboozle and twist and turn till no one shall know what is afoot, a great man indeed sir." Bryant declared.

"I had not but met the Gentleman twenty summers since, so I cannot confirm or deny your opinion but it is good that he had friends such as thee to spring to his defence, but sir pray do not delay, am I to receive a trifle yea or nay."

"A trifle, sir all is entailed on thyself, lest that which Lady Hermone brought to the union and that be almost naught, his Lordship hath dressed and clothed her Ladyship expensively from their first dalliance, even the very clothe on her back art thine Sir to treat as is thy will."

"And I am to maintain her in luxury, clothe feed provide shelter and a season for each Cousin at court to supply, so that myself I am unable to secure a wife for want of funds." he enquired.

"No sir, nothing was so written, His lordship expected to settle the daughters and from Lady Hermione a male heir to secure, but she seemingly barren were."

"It cannot be, I am Widow all should be mine." Lady Hermione shouted thumping he table.

"It is so for lower orders but the Family trust says to the Male heir goeth the estate and in default to the Crown, had not Mr Rokeby come forward the Queens Bailiff wouldst have possession taken and have castest on to the very street all within."

"Then we must issue a challenge," she demanded.

"I serve his Lordship Madam, I shall protect his interests against thine, it is my duty."

"It is unfathomable, unreasonable, how that I hath laid abed with the stink of that evil brute and suffered his slime within me and hath made show of passion and love, to his every satisfaction and yet am left devoid of anything, not even the payment such as a common whore should receive for acts so distasteful. How can it be that I am to be left destitute."

"Did you have no affection for My Uncle?" asked Rokeby.

"How could affection for one so vulgar grow, he farteth louder than the very Ocheclopede in the Orchestra, and more tunefully, his breath stinketh likewise, My Lord the sacrifices I hath made to raise my station, it is fitting surely that I receive this house and some farms to keep me as I am accustomed." Her speech was with passion delivered."

"Did nothing but the elevation of Rank and Station and fortune, lead thee to the alter, was there no love," Rokeby asked.

"One could as well love an Ox" She replied. "And the daughters, how tedious are they, how I wished them to find husbands, but how is it to be, unless one enchanteth you into her bedchamber my Lord."

"Oh no, no I see I have a duty so I shall seek lodgings for you that the girls may do a season, with a suitable dowry." Rokeby spoke with generosity.

"Begging your Pardon sir but pray do not make promises without that the state of they fortune be set out, the coffers are bled sir" Bradbury cringed his very palms sweating.

"But there is Ten Thousand a year." 

"But sir the expense of the house and the coaches and the race horses, and the investments it draineth the funds, I hath warned his Lordship but he taketh notice of Her Ladyship and ignoreth me." Bradbury was slowly turning a purple colour."

"One of such rank should have racing horses, and fine carriages, all were old, and a branch railway, so we should hath no need to crawl like mudlarks to the far station."

"She spendeth the capital sir, I say spend but the income but no, and now the vaults are bare."

Katherine spoke "We are much admired now My Lord, we were of the second rank until our new Mother showed how the present fashion could enhance and elevate us to the very front rank and we are much obliged to her for doing so are we not Rebekah."

"Yes sir I am now certain I shall snare an Earl at the very least" Rebekah simpered. 

"I shall not beat the bush about, Aunt, but it is clear that you must find alternate lodgings, If Ashfordly House is to be my home,"

"But dear Charlie how shall we uproot ourselves, why you might find our company stimulating, even satisfying," Hermione suggested.

"Do you know" said Rokeby later to Flemming when the ladies had retired, and Agent and Lawyer gone, "I'll wager I could have disrobed and pronged that strumpet there and then and not received one single murmur of disapproval from her lips."

"That Hermione hath already chosen you for her new Husband old chap, take you good care."

Down the hill a piece despair and recriminations resounded around the Vicarage, Reverend Peasbody, worried out of his mind about his imminent discovery as a thief, Mrs Peasbody smarting at her humilliation as Organist at the new Lord's hands and the three daughters, Faith, Hope and Mary.

"We face the Workhouse my children, I am undone, my greed has been my downfall, unless he can be distracted, I would not ask but, my daughters can you not summon your womanly wiles to distract our new Lord." 

"To consort with him" asked Faith.

"To Seduce him" simpered Hope.

"To whisk him into Matrimony, father you are living in a dream world," scolded Mary

"Ha you could never seduce anyone Mary, the new Lord mistook you for a boy" retorted Faith.

"It is of no interest to me" lied Mary, for somehow today she had realised that she had a great interest in that man, the one she had played for, who thought her a man, or at least a boy, her feelings troubled her.

"She might well be a boy, eighteen summers has she seen yet she remains as flat chested as any soldier in the Yeomanry." laughed Faith peering down her own ample cleavage.

It was in truth a desperate attempt to deny her increasing femininity, Mary wished only to read and play music and somehow to follow her father into the service of the Lord yet how could she do such? Each morning she bound herself uncomfortably tightly around with wide bands of linen to hide her protuberances, but mother nature must surely a some stage win and where would she then go?, a Convent, cut off from the outside world, no longer to walk in the woods and meadows and fish and catch rabbits to supplement the families meagre supply of food.  Or to marry and turn her back on the lord to fornicate like the rabbits she watched, a few seconds of passion then the pain, the pain of the childbirths which so often her mother was called to in some rotting diseased shack somewhere where money for a Doctor or midwife could not be found. Or perhaps she could join those fallen women, given a pittance by their "Lover" that they might bring up his bastard then to walk the streets when even that was ended.

She thought of the new Lord, what a man, a man able to defy convention and speak out when needed, everyone knew her mothers playing was abysmal but only he said so, he had given her her chance to play, in front of the whole Village, no less.

The binding on her chest bothered her and she felt strange down below, wet, sticky uncomfortable, her under garments moist as if she had wetted herself slightly.

The evening turned to night and she lay tossing and turning without sleep. until exhaustion came with the dawn.

Rokeby spent the night alone, to his huge frustration, fact was there was not a single half pretty girl for miles, and he woke unsatisfied.

He went down to break his fast were an aged hag was burning toast over a roaring fire.

Flemming was there before him.

"What is on the list for today then old chap" he asked.

"Sending for some tarts must be number one," Rokeby suggested.

"That Rebekkah is pretty well, pretty pretty," Flemming suggested.

"If you want to prong her you have to marry her, quite simple." Rokeby explained.

"I thought I could prong anything with a slot but I had not banked on this lot of Neanderthals. moaned Rokeby.

"You promised Hunting" Flemming reminded him.

"Right, Fishing and Rabbits and sneak round and see who is working and who is slacking."

Break-fast finished they collected guns and fishing poles from the head Gamekeeper and set off to explore.

Mary Peasbody had similar ideas and fatefully on this fateful morn both parties chose Honeyacre copse for their sport.

Flemming found Mary's snare by the simple expedient of tripping over it, he crashed noisily to the ground winded.

"Poachers" announced Rokeby. "We will come back later and."

He stopped in mid sentence as he saw a figure approaching, he motioned Flemming to move deeper into the copse and followed him back away from the snare.

"It's the choirboy" Rokeby announced. The figure wore a worn brown leather jerkin or Jacket and brown leather boots and leather breeches, and carried a large sack on a strap around her shoulders for her catch.

Mary susected nothing until the cracking of a twig made her look up from the snare into the muzzle of a gun.

"Hanging offence poaching." Flemming informed them.

"But sire we need food my father cannot live on his stipend and we have to repay," She had said too much.

"Repay?"

"Shoot me then sir, I am prepared to die, Tell my father I love him and also mother and say I went to my death unsullied and I am sorry I was not a better daughter to him."

"That was a very pretty speech sir, was it shakespeare, or perchance that Dickins chap" laughed Flemming.

"Yet it cannot go unpunished. will you take fifty lashes."

"As an alternative to death, yes sire"

"Then drop your breeches to the ground and bend over"

"No I cannot," she wailed.

"You prefer the leaden alternative" Rokeby suggested.

"Oh god in heaven forgive me," Mary prayed as her trembling fingers released her belt and her breeches fell to the floor.

"Silken undergarments hey, what have we here, down with them lad let us get to busines" Rokeby ordered.

"He wears ladies underclothes, is it not strange," Flemming queried.

"Almost normal in Brighton" quipped Rokeby " But a bit unexpected here I admit"

"Take them down damn you" shouted Flemming and reluctantly, tearfully Mary complied.

Flemming and Rokeby resolved to take turns to whip the poacher with their belts Flemming first, but the screams were far more plaintive than they expected, and Suddenly they both realised how tender and feminine the abused backside was.

"Charlie, I don't want to worry you but we are beating a girl" announced Flemming.

"Hey" replied Rokeby.

"Yes look" he thrust his hand between her legs showing the smooth outline." Slot and no prong, says girl, to me."

"I tried to say", she blustered.

"We can prong her instead" suggested Flemming.

"And where are we to find intestine, or does disease not worry you" Rokeby suggested.

"Good point old chap."

"I am not diseased I am intact" Mary sealed her fate with these seven words.

"Then I shall take you"

"No" she cried "Not here"

"At the house then, yes come I shall prong you at the house." Rokeby decided.

They took her to the house and ignoring the servant's attempts at dissuasion took her to Rokeby's bed chamber.

"Look old chap, privacy and all that I will withdraw I think" Flemming withdrew. 

"Come undress, the sheets are soft and if indeed it be your first I owe you that it be a good one."

"Can you not spare me sir?"

He worked to undo her buttons ad remove the jerkin and a wollen garment with a long neck and revealed an undersirt and the linen bindings around her protuberances "This should be around your belly to enhance your charms, not hide them."

"I don't want to be a woman sir" she pleaded. "Sadly I am in urgent need of a woman so woman you will become, but my dear you are beautiful of body and handsome of face, what is there in womanhood to fear?" He asked.

"Pain of Childbirth, poverty, that is what I fear." she replied.

He undid her breeches and boots and soon she was naked on the bed, afraid but unashamed.

"I shall pay handsomely if you bear my bastard, I promise," Rokeby removed his own garments, ordinarily he would merely divest himself of his breeches but he chose to undress completely, he wanted her approval, he found himself wanting her to want him. "Do you want me to prong you" he whispered.


A Victorian Lord Ch. 01



"Oh yes" she realised what she had admitted "No Please No"

He silenced her with a kiss on the lips.

"You do don't you," his hand stole to the slot leading to her womb, hi fingers entered easily as the sticky moisture flowed.

"Yes" she admitted quietly, "I don't want to want you. I should not want to want you, but I do."

"You are a funny girl, now raise your legs up and apart and I shall make you a woman"

She lay back exposing herself obscenely and smiled at her lover as he moved forward she felt his manhood against her, entering her, then the excruciating pain and he was in stretching tearing, she was dying yet alive as never before, She screamed a great cry of pain and pleasure then the pleasure over came all and she yelped with pleasure more convincingly than the finest whore in all London.

"I love you" he found himself lying except he really did at that moment love her.

"I love you too" she spoke from the heart.

"How long does this go on,?" she asked.

"Why?" he asked.

"When I watch rabbits it is all over in no time"

"Naughty girl, shall I stop now?"

"No I don't ever want it to stop"

"I am going to shoot, very soon, I can pull out, but I want to put a baby in your belly, so I will shoot it up inside you, or I can pull out if you wish?"

"Give me the Baby" she demanded.

"Only if you marry me" he proposed somewhat unromantically.

"Oh yes yes"

Ohhhhhh they seemed to climax together.

"You have to grow your hair and wear long dresses" he told her. "With no underthings so I may use you at will" he continued, "And you must display your chest properly, no more tomboy except when we go out hunting together." 

She nodded and nuzzled up aginst him.

"When can we do that again.?" she enquired,

"Right now," he replied and demonstrated his manhood's restored splendour.



A Victorian Lord Ch. 02



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."

"Then I shall seek a new cook, you must be near retirement how many seasons have you sixty?"

The Hags face collapsed as if shot with a musket ball.

"My dearest she has barely seen thirty eight summers." Mary chided him mildly.

Tears flowed from the aged cheeks.

"We have insulted each other enough, I shall arrange my marriage forthwith, you take your orders from the dowager as now until the marriage vows are sealed and then My Mary becomes mistress."

The Hag nodded. "I shall set you some cold meat and a cold drink sire."

Rokeby carried Mary back to bed.

"How can she be so worn?" he asked.

"She brought up her six brothers after her mother died then straight into service."

"Has she known love do you think?"

"She has a beau, the Butler, Ramsden."

"So why has she not married?"

Married servants are not permitted in your household, women must remain intact, should they fall then they are dismissed.

"I shall change this, forthwith." Rokeby announced, rest my dear I have work to do. He strode to the Kitchen, Ramsden stood by the Cook his arm around her. "It's all right Jenny you don't look anywhere near sixty."

"I have an announcement." Rokeby shouted.

"From henceforth any staff may ask my permission to Marry, I hereby give my permission for Ramsden and er Jenny to wed, I shall contact the Reverend directly, and I shall order er Jenny's goods moved to Ramsden's room.

"I cannot live in sin." she wailed.

"Hush woman I shall consult the Reverend directly."

Charlie Rokeby strode towards Dighby Rectory, a short distance down the dirt road from Ashfordly Hall, He knocked on the front door of the rectory.

Mrs Peasbody answered,

"Good evening Madam, a word with the Reverend if you please."

"Josiah, come it is the Lord Ashfordly, we are undone." she shouted.

Rev Peasbody appeared a broken man, Rokeby had not a clue what might be afoot but held his thoughts in check.

"I must throw myself upon your mercy my Lord. I was weak, I was foolish, I took what was not mine, It was not much but it hath accumulated, I thought to repay when my expenses lessened."

"I have not checked precisely the figures but I have a duty to perform as Lord of this Estate, I must ask can you repay the sum taken?"

"No my Lord, I have nothing," He cringed.

"How can it be that you have so little to show for such a catalogue of dishonesty?" Rokeby demanded.

"It draineth stealthily away, little by little, bit by bit dress by dress mantelpiece by ornament by book by ink by one million of life's necessities."

"Like ones soul when one consorts with the very devil" Rokeby spoke pointedly.

Mrs Peasbody spoke up for her husband "It is insufferable that my husband should be pilloried for such a trifle, how otherwise should a man of god keep his home and family than he take a small trifle from the collection bowl on occasion."

"That is a very fine dress Madame," Rokeby observed.

"I thank you for that sir, the finest that Mrs Beauchamp of Catesby has ever stocked so she told us, we had them made for when the Bishop visited."

"We?" he queried.

"Faith, Hope and myself. No expense did we spare." Mrs Peasbody spoke with false pride

"And Mary?"

"Ha she appreciates not the fine things, she wore Chorister's robes, so you see the money went to the benefit of the church so all ends well."

"Madam it is misappropriation of Church funds, I view of this frank admission I cannot but dismiss your husband and evict you from this house."

"Then you are evil sir". Mrs Peasbody spat the words like the devil personified.

"Unless recompense can be arranged, perhaps the goods may be returned or a loan raised against such as remains with the Pawn Broker."

"Sir our debts even now cripple us, it was my great misfortune to marry above myself, but the optimism of youth, I saw myself at the Cathedral, not a mean living in a sad backwater."

"Then think how might you yet extract yourself from the basest depths of thine comeuppance." Rokeby prompted.

"My Lord, so you throw us out, a position will always await the pious cleric," Mrs Peasbody chirped.

"Madam the assizes, prison or even yet the debtors prison awaits." Rokeby spoke honestly.

"He is right my dear, we truly are undone," The reverend held his head in his hands.

"We can only hope to marry the girls well before we are brought to account, how long have we my Lord" Mrs Peasbody asked.

"The wheels of justice grind tolerably slow, perchance, we have missed the assizes one month perhaps, you may have the month."

"My daughters are very amenable my Lord, and you are a Batchelor still sire, you may take your choice of either, they will make you a fine and honourable wife sire." Mrs Peasbody seized her chance.

"A capital suggestion, a man needs a mate but perchance the progeny of those incarcerated with the Catesby Keep or Heaton Penitentiary would not be appropriate to my rank."

"But you might save us sire."

"Pay your debts, deny my responsibilities as Lord overseer, senior warden of the Parish, I think not Madam, however a concubine, such would please me greatly, a concubine for the Country, and a Courtesan for the Town, how would this sit, is this what you offer." Rokeby cruelly teased the Cleric and his wife.

"Yes sire, I shall instruct the girls so, they are good girls sire and to keep us from penury they will indeed submit to such indignities, indeed they have no choice, concubine for you or even worse awaits them with no character and no family."

"Then call them, call them now that I may choose." Rokeby ordered.

Mrs Peasbody bustled away to return with the daughters.

"Your mother has offered you to me as a concubine if I overlook your father's indiscretion, which should I choose." He asked

The silly girls simpered in all their finery.

"And what of Mary" Rokeby asked?

"Mary, that creature, she is more than man than woman, she is no use to anyone, pray just take her from us save us the price of her bread, she was a mistake sire, a curse upon us from above." Mrs Peasbody declared.

"Mr Rokeby, My Lord, I fear that I must declare that Faith and Hope are both in truth the progeny of your uncle, Mary alone is my daughter." Peasbody declared in humilliation and despair.

"Jezebel, how dare you betray us" the reverends wife railed against her husband.

"And so I might take Mary for my concubine with your blessing."

"Treat her kindly sire for she is pure."

"You are mistaken sir I pronged her myself not an hour ago," 

Rokeby paused for effect.

"Pronged Mary, Mary is ruined, surely not." the reverend spoke unbelieving.

"Indeed sir, we are to be married and I thank you for your blessing, I believe a special license can be invoked where emergency requires matrimony to be entered at short notice."

The family looked at him in shock.

"Oh you jest My Lord." Peasbody suggested.

"No, I shall marry Mary tomorrow, at noon, you are experienced in deceit you may falsify such documents as you may wish to facilitate this, Oh and Ramsden and the Cook, we shall have a joint ceremony. Now sir to your duties."

Rokeby strode back to the house, Mary waited for him.

"My lover, come fill the aching void within my loins."

"It is arranged we wed at noon tomorrow."

She wrenched his breeches from him and pushing him onto the bed she climbed to place his prong within her, and commenced to pleasure herself thereon. 

"There is a serious matter." he stated.

"Let it wait, pleasure me my Lord, pleasure me."

"I cannot in all concience continue without I inform you of what has transpired in my absence from this house."

"Just let me rest upon your prong then my lover."

"Your father is a thief, he has stolen vestry funds for to clothe your mother and sisters. and worse you alone are your fathers progeny Faith and Hope sprung from my Uncles loins, did this you know?"

She climbed sadly from him and unbuttoning his shirt rested her head on his breast.

"I had suspected such, I do believe my sisters to be of the half blood, they so much resemble Katherine and Rebekkah and so little resemble my father that such needs little imagination. I remember the distress when your uncle took Hermione for his wife, suddenly economy was the watch word, I do believe your uncle paid for my sisters' education, a governess you know, yet I was not to be educated."

"But you read and play so well" he reassured her,

"Its is what I myself learned, from Sunday School, and from when I first learned to read I have tried to educate myself, I hope you find it tolerable but yes the money, no coal in the grate yet Faith Hope and Mother bought the finest finery from Catesby or Heaton, the scent used by the finest French whores." She continued "I would break the ice on the water in my glass when I desired a drink in my chamber on cold winter nights yet Faith and Hope had coals in their grates but I am content, you must keep me as your whore if the offer of marriage is now withdrawn"

"No my love, we marry tomorrow at noon". He announced.

"Then your prong sir, it is needed a gaping void awaits it in my heart, make me complete my lord once more."

He sank deeply within her and their bliss was complete.

He roused himself, the firelight flickered, it must be midnight, she stirred, he kissed her gently and returned to a contented sleep.

Ramsden roused him.

"You wished to see me sir"

"Yes Ramsden, noon today, Dighby Church you Marry, what's her name.

"Jenny sir"

"Yes, Jenny, joint ceremony with Mary and myself ."

"I don't know what to say sir"

"I Thank you?" Rokesby suggested.

"Oh yes sir, my humble thanks sir." 

Ramsden had barely left when Hermione burst into the room.

"It is obscene, how dare you cheapen the estate of matrimony by taking your whore for a wife."

"My Aunt, she had a wedding dress, I believe" Rokeby ignored her outburst.

"Yes, it was my husbands greatest treasure, indeed I also wore it."

"Then so shall Mary, fetch it for me, if you please."

"Never it is mine" she squealed.

"No you have what you came here with which is nothing, no dowry so please do not try my patience lest I cast you out upon the streets."

"It will not fit your whore" she spat.

"She will be Lady Ashfordly directly, fetch the dress."

Hermione walked disconsolately away to return with the beautiful silken dress, so sheer that the underthings might be clearly seen among its folds.

"It is beautiful" cried Mary.

"You may dress your whore therein but she remains nonetheless a whore."

"I wish a whore for my mate not a cold fish, I take your insults as complements Woman now dress my whore, you shall be her maid for the day.

Hermione saw the passion in his eyes and buckled to his will, spreading the silken folds about her. She stood proud. "Look at your whore, with no underthings her swollen hairy sex gapes obscenely."

"I am sorry Hermione, you are right but I must prong her lest I burst"

Mary barely had time to gather the silk around her before Rokeby once again pronged her softness and took her to paradise, he withdrew leaving a sticky trail to soil the dress.

Hermione looked on aghast, "A kerchief aunt, no two if you please and some ribbon if you please.

She found two white kerchiefs and Rokeby tied the ribbons around Mary's waist and slipped kerchiefs folded to triangles over both front and rear hiding her treasures from view 

"Just shoes, aunt, did my Uncles first wife not have delicate feet like the next Mistress, and did he not keep such as a momento."

"Indeed My Lord but what use has your mudlark whore for fine footwear"

"The marriage, she will not need clothes thereafter as each day will be spent pleasuring each other".

"My Lord you say the nicest things" Mary giggled.

And Hermione brought the shoes and Mary stood in the unfamilliar raised heels.

"My Lord, It is eleven and twenty you must prepare."

He drew his finest breeches shirt and coat from his case knotted his cravat and in minutes was the perfect groom.

They strolled to the church together, strolled up the aisle of the crowded church together breaking the tradition and stood beside the servants, waiting their turn, Flemming his best man appeared at his shoulder clutching the ring, purchased that very morning in Catesby.




A Victorian Lord Ch. 02



"We are gathered here to witness the marriage of our Lord"

Rokeby spoke silencing the Reverend.

"My friend Ramsden is first, all are equal in the sight of god"

"To witness the marriage of Archibold Tennant Gregson Ramsden, and Jenny Biggs" He droned monotonously.

Then he was looking at Mary, "I do" he answered, "I do she agreed and then "You may kiss the bride." The Kiss lasted an eternity and verily they forgot any notion of the occasion and soon they subsided to the carpet of the alter step, and she lay legs spread asunder to proffer her very slot and entry to her womb unto him and his prong and he in turn lay over her and pronged her profusely.

"Sing the Hymn Oh praise ye the Lord" shouted the reverend and the Organ wheezed and presently a dirge ground from the aged instrument as the lovers proved their love to the entire congregation,

They should have been embarrassed perhaps but they cared not, and. after the consummation they proceeded to sign the wedding register.

The formalities over the main business of the Wedding took place across the road in the Inn and the stable adjoining where Ale, Mead. Cider and Perry all were made available free in large Jugs only Wines and Newcastle Brown Ale being too precious to give away, and meats and sweet meats and kebabs and Mr Ramsden provided fishes in batter and chipped potatoes and Jellies all were rushed from Heaton and Oysterby and Catesby to feed the revellers. The Village Band played for about an hour and fell down drunk, and all danced and sang and fell about in drunkenness and vomited and fouled their breeches and fought but for once Rokeby eschewed the revelries as he and Mary retired to bed to worship the prong once more.

Jenny, now Mrs Ramsden surveyed the sad scene, her husband, his Livery soiled with the contents of his over stuffed stomach lay comatose upon the floor of his bed chamber beside the double bed his Lordship had ordered sent from the store room, the crisp white linen awaiting their union yet still she remained untouched.

Flemming was sober, he attended upon the revelries as best man overseeing the proceedings and taking his role seriously had attended upon the rescue of the groom from his resting place among the mess of the gutter and his removal to his own room.

"Do not distress yourself Madam" Flemming counselled, your Husband is a good and sober man, he hath for once partaken of drink in celebration, this will not be a pattern for thy future."

"May we leave Sir" The spokesman for the four that brought Ramsden thence spoke.

"Yes, and I thank you gentlemen, a great service you have performed, away back to the party, I shall follow directly." he replied.

"Oh sir I have so long dreamed of this day, yet it is not to be, I shall remain intact throughout my wedding night, it is so unfair. She stood before him in her best frock and jacket, Lower orders seldom aspired to special wedding attire so she had done her best, the tears fell steadily.

Flemming was not the unfeeling cad he was often felt to be, yes he deferred payment of debts as a habit, but one of nescessity as his income barely covered half his spending, but he still would not willingly hurt anyone without reason and would offer comfort where he may.

"Come Madam, don't cry, you will spoil your finery, pray hang it upon the chair so that it is not spoiled."

She removed her sunday best short jacket that had been her mother's and started absent mindedly to remove her blouse. Flemming watched bemused as she undressed.

She fumbled with his buttons, she was in need of comfort and he would not fail her. She smiled at him, a grateful smile, anticipatory, full of approbation, and watched greedily as he divested himself of his raiments and stood proud and naked except for his shiny black boots.

No word was spoken as she lay upon the white linen her wide spread legs invitation enough as Flemming ploughed a furrow down her slot with his proud standing prong, he thought not of her beauty for in truth she had little enough of that but of the softness and warmth and willingness of the Woman.

For all that his prong may have faltered but for that long had passed since his last assignation in Whitechapel, constantly he had sat lonely as the house reverberated to Rokeby pronging his whore come bride, and he had remained unrelieved but for the undesired emissions of the dreams of night, so now his prong relished the prospect of a proper gallop down the tunnel to paradise.

He was barely sheathed when resistance stopped him, she near forty summers yet intact, he thrust mightily and as she cried out he was within, riding as if for his life thrusting mightily as their passions met in ecstasy, his seed erupted and he knew that nine months hence she would bear his bastard child. He smiled, she was healthy and strong, childbirth would not wear her and she would dote upon the infant surely.

He pulled away seeing he blood of her ruination staining the bed linen.

"Oh sir what have we done."

"That what you deserved, sweet woman, I could not see you intact the day beyond your wedding, it would be not right, but we need one more thing to do, it is a trick of the bordello but efficatious for us today I feel, let us undress Mr Ramsden forthwith and settle the matter.

They worked to strip the somnambulant Butler an when was done Flemming whispered, "pray kiss upon his prong that he might take pleasure in his slumbers," and she put her lips to it and very soon it became hard. 

"It's alive" she stated in surprise.

"Caress and worship it, sweet lady allow you instincts and desires full reign," she was uncertain, 

"It will not choke you, do what you most desire," he urged and she kissed the tip then slowly took the whole length in her mouth.

Flemming saw Ramsdens sack twitch yet the release came unexpected to Mrs Ramsden who feared she may choke as the seed pumped and surged in her throat.

"It will be fine sweet lady, you must swallow, swallow your husbands seed, taste it savour it enjoy it."

Ramsden let forth a mighty fart of approval and rolled to face the wall, Flemming by now properly attired wished the Ramsdens good day and retired to his room.

By the fourth day Charlie Rokeby's honeymoon had become the stuff of legend, they spent the time in the bed chamber, their one brief appearance at luncheon barely lasted past the soup course before she led him away and they survived on bread and cold meats, it was even suggested their passion had been relieved in the bath tub and in the water closet itself. The flames of passion slowly were resolved to a white hot constancy from the flickering flames of the tinder of the first intrusion and by the fifth day Marys clothes and posessions had been sent for and Rokeby prepared to meet the staff.

He addressed them all, in the old ball room, among the rotting floorboards and peeling wall-paper under the leaking roof.

"I wish to thank you all for your loyalty, and I hope to repay this by retaining such of you in my employ as wish to remain, but changes are afoot and some may wish to be given references and seek positions elsewhere, but no one in my employ shall be thrown upon the streets, you have my word."

"We are eternally grateful for your mercy sir" stated Ramsden.

"You are worse than the Vicar Ramsden, try saying I thank you next time old chap."

Rokeby and Mary lay in bed again.

"Your father."

"He has offended against god, he must go." Mary stated.

"Not to prison"

"No but from the living. perhaps he could help with the sheep he was always whining about the good shepherd."

"There is a hovel on the Catesby road in which he could dwell." Joked Rokeby.

"It would serve well for his repentance."

"It was said in jest"

"And I speak in honesty, but I pray you might make good the funds so the shame of debtor's prison no longer hangs above him."

"As you wish, and your sisters?"

"To the whorehouse, so that they might find love!"

"You mistake love for passion."

"So demonstrate love, then passion, then love again and I shall decide what difference there be."

But even after a whole day's comparison she could detect not the slightest difference.



A Victorian Lord Ch. 03



Charlie Rokeby, following the death of his uncle had in a short space of time left his London home and settled in the Countryside as Lord Ashfordly, married after a whirlwind romance and the couple had set the tongues wagging with their incessant and insatiable love making.

Rokeby and Mary now faced up to their responsibilities, her step sisters, Faith and Hope sired by Rokeby's Uncle, her father the Reverend Peasbody, uncovered embezzling church funds and his uncles daughters, Katherine and Rebekkah, and his Uncles Widow Hermione, brought from the flesh pots and bordellos of Catesby to be Mistress of Ashfordly Hall, all thrown upon Rokeby's mercy but known to be undeserving, whilst still the fortune seemed squandered, the Ten Thousand spent and the Capital too frittered to nothingness.

Mary lay resting her head on Rokeby's chest as was he wont, waiting for Rokebys prong to rise once more for to pleasure her.

"My lover, we have to decide, your Aunt Hermione, what do you propose?"

"My love, she is unknown to me, is she a worthy person for our charity, whom we should keep as she would wish or merely a fortune seeker."

"She sought fortune sir, she believed with Lord Ashfordly dead all would be hers and she sought to destroy him through fornication."

"As you exhaust me?"

"No I allow you rest, tis you who exhaust me, and we are young, Lord Ashfordly had seen sixty summers and more."

"So my love what suggest you."

"We should offer her a position, as servant."

"My eye you have a cruel streak my love."

"No my lord, what widow dresses in her finery at her beloved's funeral, seeking approbation, and desire from the gentlemen present, black sackcloth she should have worn for a year at least. I shall always wear black if I should lose you."

"No a month only, then we are parted, and you must seek company elsewhere, pray obey me in this." he entreated.

"And you, if I should die."

"I should wish only to die also" he admitted.

"You speak so sweetly but seek thy pleasures elsewhere I should not wish to deny you and there will be children to mind, I intend to breed two and twenty."

"Then we have no time to lose," he spoke as he lifted her to lower her again onto his rock hard prong and they went again to paradise.

His Aunt flung open his bed chamber door,

"Mr Rokeby, where is your sense of propriety, it is unseemly that you should consort with your wife as if she were some slut or concubine or indeed common prostitute, in the day time outwith the bed coves have you no shame?"

"Madam, you have no station in this house, I am master here, you may stay or go, I care not, but speak as Mistress you will not. Mary is mistress now, you need a new station Madam."

"I am indeed Mistress," she blustered.

"No Madam you have nothing, the will is clear, everything devolves to me save that which thou had before matrimony, and I see nothing, pray tell, what have you that is yours and not mine?" Rokeby asked.

"And why in black are you not attired, if you grieve so for the late departed" asked Mary.

"We have decided, Aunt, my Lady will instruct you how you will deport your self henceforth."

"I take no order from that strumpet"

"Then take what is yours and go" Mary shouted, "Here a cloth cover your nakedness therein and go." she ordered.

Hermione went white.

Mary continued, "Or take up the position of servant, you may serve me, and we shall find uniform and lodgings for you and keep you even when old age renders you useless."

"I shall not, relinquish my position, I am Mistress" Hermione insisted.

"She is deluded, I shall contact the asylum directly" Rokeby confirmed, "And now to love, I am recovered my dearest, shall we to paradise repair anew,"

"But my Lord the Hag even yet spies upon us." Mary observed.

Hermione slammed the door so hard the very frame shook, and the lovers entered paradise once again.

A faint knock and discrete cough announced someone wishing an audience.

"Come" cried Rokeby pulling bed covers around their shoulders as they embraced. Flemming entered "Charlie, may I still address you so? I am little use here, you have no need of me. I should repair to the City."

"With what old chap, I know your situation, you may stay here without expense, repair your finances."

"But there is nothing for me here, no mate, no dances or parties or any excitement."

"No woman, that's it he hath been chaste and it rankles," Rokeby chortled.

"Yes you have hit directly thereon" Flemming admitted.

"Pray humour me and stay a while longer that we may consider if we may do a trifle for you my good friend, in any case the season is done and the rich widow still remains unsnared, wait a while."

"Yes, I thank you, I shall stay, Thankyou again.

The problem of Rev Peasbody remained, and the fortune.

Rokeby sent word for Bradbury to bring the books of account, so that they might sit and them peruse but word came back shocking in its ugliness.

Ramsden entered "My Lord, Mr Bradbury yet lies dead, of his own hand my Lord, a noose from a beam, he seemeth upon a stool he hath stood then it having fallen his neck within a rope loop from barn roof descended, were snapped and broke."

"The Books?" They are here sir. 

They took the books of account and very soon the deceipt was laid bare, Mary dressed and Rokeby donned his breeches and undershirt whilst they sent for Flemming.

"James, pray lend us thine intellect, there is none wiser at the card table, or horse race when odds are to be calculated," Rokeby asked,

"Ah so it is James is it, what hole hast thee dug thyself that thou needest to use mine Christian name" Flemming replied.

"Tis the books", Replied Rokeby, "Accounts, where hast the monies gone."

They pored over the ledgers all three pointing this or that trifle but naught sense was to be made, but a thousand had been squandered yet ten thousand was gone and thirty more from Capital and even yet mortgages upon property.

"Bradbury, we must seal his abode and seek every scrap of evidence," Flemming announced and forthwith they ordered servants to come and rode to Bradbury's home.

Mrs Bradbury sat distraught and with her, her daughter Agnes. 

"He was doomed when you set foot here," Agnes challenged Rokeby.

"My father ran rings around the Lord, and would have died rich except only for your interferance." 

"We are come to put you out, I had thought that a lodging at he Vicarage might be arranged but clearly the street awaits you if you are not the innocents I had believed."

"Yes throw me out, I shall go to the bordello and fornicate and whore myself till I snare a rich fool like your Aunt did." Agnes challenged.

"I wager you could with those ruby lips and green eyes, you must send for me that I may sample your wares" Flemming spoke thoughtlessly but honestly and was shocked when a heavy bowl was thrown from Agnes fair hand to whistle past his ear.

"I spoke in Honesty Madam, I am presently in need of a whore."

A second Jar and a third he dodged but a platter hit soundly drawing blood.

Rokeby sprang forth and grabbed the wench pulling her raiments from her shoulders to pin her arms uselessly behind her, the material tore and her womanly breasts were on view to all. 

"I'll wager you could demand sixpence halfpenny for each prong" Rokeby remarked.

"I said it in jest you fools" Agnes replied.

"Ramsden, remove the old woman to the Rectory directly, but I feel Flemming wishes to excercise his prong so we shall bring the wench later." Rokeby ordered.

They found Bradbury's desk, with the papers and saw the variance in scripts.

"You are implicated here are you not?" Flemming addressed Agnes.

"How could I a mere girl be implicit in such a thing, my interests are in sewing and cooking alone" lied Agnes.

"I see a bright brain, Indeed you will brighten the bordello, but come, it is to the penitentiary you shall go lest you cooperate" Flemming warned.

"What would you want of me, I warn you am pure, you shall rot in hell should you defile me"

"My soul hath the devil many promisiary notes upon obtained already so one more is a mere trifle, but come calm thyself and unravel this web." Flemming asked.

She was surprised, she thought to be immune from censure as an innocent but Flemming had so easily found her out and yet he desired her carnally, he had admitted. She gazed upon him, if ruined she had to be then she thought Flemming better than most for the task.

Flemming had it.

"It is the Railway, the line is waiting upon a wayleave, from Ashfordly estate, I believe Bradbury hath refused this yet hath bought railway stock, such will be worthless without the leave then when bankrupt Bradbury sought to purchase same grant the leave and be rich."

"Twas not his idea it were mine" Agnes spoke proudly.

"Oh look at her" cried Flemming, "So proud of her evil doings, which hath taken the very breath from her own dear father."

Mary spoke "She is insensible, she hath no feelings, sweet James, pray show her the pleasures of the night that she may weep the greater in the Penitentary, tear from her the rags, yet rags they are not, that is French or Belgian in provenance I'll wager."

"And why should I not wear fine clothes," Agnes asked.

"Because I wish to take thee carnally, now disrobe lest I strip thee by force." Flemming advised.

To his great surprise Agnes started to divest herself of her outer garments, she showed a strange calm as she accepted her fate, taking Flemmings hand to guide him to the Father's bedchamber.

"Will you treat me kindly sir" she asked.

"How are you so prepared to seek kindness when you show no consideration to those you have wronged?" Flemming asked.

"They were stupid and greedy ripe for plucking, but it is unarguable, you must take your pleasure as you will." she answered.

"Then fold thy raiments neatly, I wish to se thee unclothed like Eve in the garden of Eden, and now come sit on the bed let me worship thine teats with mine mouth a while and explore thine slot with mine fingers."

She sat quietly supposedly insensible of the depredations of her Beau, her first taste of whoredom but presently a warm feeling pulsed through her very veins and her teats were particularly noticeable to her and she feared her slot becoming moist. Flemmings mouth caressed yet her neck kissing and biting until she felt aflame, surely this was not whoredome, a man took his pleasure regardless of the woman her mother had counselled when she had thought herself infatuated yet here she felt it was she who was taking the pleasure.

"Will you now take your pleasure, and finish this indignity forthwith." she asked.

"Sweet Agnes, I am even now taking my pleasure, it is a pleasure to kiss upon your sweet skin, and my dearest wish is that you may in time seek also to kiss me in return."

"In time?, no there will be no repeat, the very penitentiary itself be preferable to thine vile mouth upon me."

Moisture, a drip it puzzled her, the drip again, a tear from his eyes fell upon her, his fingers removed from her slot, how she ached for their return. Flemming wept quietly.

"I was mistaken, you are too hard of heart to make a whore, go celebrate, your tongue hath saved you from the prong, why you may yet live sixty summers in the penitentiary and intact yet until death."

"No I shall still my vile tongue, I should not call vile that which pleases me, I meant it not in a literal sense, let us lie together a while, and I shall submit, I promise."

She promised but her tongue would not still, yet sighs and gasps its vocabulary formed as he sought out once again her slot and his experienced fingers ensured lubricants flowed, likewise he ignored not her breast nor the very teats thereon, and when all was ripe he slid within her, his passage easy then obstructed yet with a few thrusts all was available to him.

"Sweet Agnes, I would consider it a particular honour and favour if thou wouldst but place thy vile tongue in my vile mouth," and he explored her womb with his prong and she his mouth with her tongue until presently his seed sprang forth within her.

"Stay, hold me till morning, I wish to feel loved, pray it is late, there is no reason for thee to seek thine own bed, or have you a Woman elsewhere." she requested quietly.

"I shall keep you quite safe, my love" Flemming had used the dreaded word, dash it the Country airs had an intoxicating effect, first Rokeby now he also was infatuated.

"I shall remember this night of my ruination for ever" Agnes told him.

"Sleep sweet girl, we must lay plans on the morrow."

The Marital bed thus occupied Rokeby and Mary repaired to Agnes's own small room and small bed which, while efficacious for pronging was also very cosy for sleeping as they cuddled together in their customary nakedness. 

Agnes lay plotting scheming, her heart told her she should now cling to her new master like a muscle from the very beach, yet her head told her the same, it should not be thus, love and Logic the same.

Flemming lay also, for one so pure the pronging had been of the first order, perchance Charlie had hit upon the nub, that from pure if none but one prong be taken then the loins of the woman moulded to that singleton remain, he sought to experiment, to ravish her once more.

He looked straight into her eye.

She held his gaze.

"Good Morrow my love." he said gently.

"Good Morning my Lord, I should be abroad and have set a break fast." she apologised.

"I desire thee sweet Agnes, come indulge me."

"Will I suit as thy whore sir."

"I must think through all, I have sought to marry well, yet by such endeavours has my own fortune dwindled, so whore I cannot afford, yet a clever wife, now that is different matter for I might be Agent myself for a Lord nor suchlike whilst the clever wife toileth over book keeping and I toil with the work of Fishing, Hunting and beating the book makers at Towcester races." Flemming rambled jovially.

"It is made manifest to me that but one ravishment is no basis for such plans, its repeat may not serve at all, pray raise not my hope until your mind is set, take anew your pleasure and when all is done for the ten and fiftieth time only then raise my slender hopes."

"Yes, I fear we waste the day in idleness, lest I prong thee forthwith" he gazed at her anew seeing her very teats strain to their utmost fullness. "I'll wager thy slot leaks like the very Richmond ferry, come let me feel", he slid his fingers within to her whimpers of pleasure.

Soon Flemming was lost in the pleasures of the flesh, yet this woman nor some cheap whore, cheap yet such an expemse that may be but sampled twice or thrice each sennight yet a fallen strumpet, entrapped too provide all not for money but to escape incarceration, and for all that as fair of face and sensible that a man might pass her off as his bride in the choicest company. His seed spurted from him, perchance his progeny even yet lay resting in her womb, his mind was set, he should seek to keep her whether as maid or strumpet or even wife, but for his pleasure and his alone.

Flemming heeded a gentle tap at the door, "Come" he announced pulling the bedcloths over them as he sucked her teats anew.

"Break Fast."

He turned in shock.

"My Lady!"

Mary Rokeby had brought the tray, toasted bread and honey and china tea.

"My lady it is not fitting,"

"Silly James, tis I, we have no secrets, and the walls are so thin, we heard talk of love, is it true?"

"I rehearse what I need to say as Bordello whore Madam."

Flemming disagreed "I speak honestly madam, I find Agnes comely and clever and she prongs like the strumpet of my wildest dreams, yet my fortune doth allow neither I keep her as my fancy woman neither may I visit the Bordello so often as may need."

Mary saw the solution "Sweet James, Matrimony and parsimony are thy destiny, do you not se all is set out, she hath ensnared thee with her wiles, now James go to thy toilet whilst I discuss what is to be.

Mary spoke earnestly but the matter of the lost fortune might not be resolved.

Rokeby sat disconsolate leafing through papers, and certificates, he knew there was even yet something amiss yet it would not resolve, Branch railway, what a boon to get the train to the main line, then onward to London in not more than four hours for one hundred miles, yet the flaw there must be in Bradbury's scheme, the North Midland and Dighby Branch railway, he saw the desperation of the investors in the price of their shares, The estate holding of one hundred thousand one Pound shares worth not one hundred thousand pennies. Rokeby stared at the useless certificates,

"Eureka" Rokeby shouted "James, Mary they have made a fools error, come look confirm.

"Steady old chap, what gives." Flemming cautioned.

"The share certificates look"

"North Midland and Dighby extension Railway, worthless as near as dammit"

"But what is the Branch Railway Company called?" Rokeby asked.

"That, fool," cried Agnes "the North Midland and Dighby Extension Railway"

"No, tis you the fool, it is Branch, not Extension, The extension never came because Uncle resisted so Catesby profited at Dighby's cost, these are Main line shares and much sought after, we will receive two hundred thousand if we are clever and keep our wits about us."

"Oh god, I have been so foolish," Agnes sobbed.

"It has all come good sweet Agnes," Rokeby was magnanimous, but I will be intolerable that you call me fool, Twelve lashes shall remind thee, pray beat thy wife-to-be for me Flemming,"

"Beat me?" Agnes cried.

"With a leather belt across thy petty backside, yes, it is a Husbands duty, is it not" Rokeby asked.

"Indeed sir it is." Agnes agreed. "But my husband he is not."

"Sweet Agnes, he yearns only for your charms, he is like a love struck puppy, no verily your Husband he be and shall remain in my sight, now to the whipping rail and endure thy punishment stoically." Rokeby ordered.

Agnes was some inches taller and longer in the leg than her mother so the end board of the bed cut to her mother's stature supported Agnes only improperly as she bent over the same, her skirts discarded and her rump displayed for lashing, yet her unsteadiness led to much humour and levity, and many missed lashings, finally James gave up the unequal struggle and pronged her from behind instead.

"My Lord, James prongeth Agnes whilst over the board of the bed she bends." Mary observed.

"Yes indeed and I shall prong you in the same manner over this very Dining Table, take down thy underthings wench"

"My Lord, I wear no such impediments, as you well know, now prong me forthwith sir, you have duties my Husband"

And so a further route to paradise was discovered by Lord and Lady Aidensfield.

The walk to the Dighby and the great Hall of Aidensfield was to be endured, with no urgency and yet no servants, the four perforce their own traps and trappings were forced to porter themselves and a sorry trial it proved.

They arrived exhausted and bedraggled to meet an uncouth person dressed as a Gentleman but with the manners of a guttersnipe and the deportment of a very Belgian. 

"My Lord, You are undone this Gentleman hath writs and mortgages upon thy properties which cannot be paid.

"Who be this "Gentleman"?"

"I sir am your obediant servant Josiah Lloyd of the investment money lenders, and sir as your Grandfather hath deceased the payment becomes due forthwith."

"It was my Uncle that hath deceased, but no matter, pray meet my wife Lady Mary. and my good friend, and business partner for now James Flemming, and his fiancee Agnes."

"Pray Agnes and James peruse the notes, what say they?"

"It seems the very house and the farms are mortgaged in the sum of one hundred thousand pounds."

"This house how much be it?" Rokeby enquired.




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"Twenty Thousand it seems." Tis too much, with no park and no estate tis barely worth a fourth of twenty, no you may take it and welcome, otherwise I shall give you my note, pray let us repair to the office and it shall be signed."

Rokeby, Flemming and lloyd repaired to the estate office where Rokeby signed his note,

"Tis still a Charlie Rokeby note sir, The Lord Asfordly papers yet have not been even ordered," Rokeby grinned.

"But sir the house was always to be inseperable from the estate."

"I made not the agreement sir, it is as much a surprise to myself that such should have been made but such it is and such we must respect it."

"And what surety do I have that your note is sound?"

"Well pray you that it be unsound and that a park indeed might be bought for thine house, feel free to make use of our church your prayer sir."

Lloyd went disconsolately away.

"Aunt" Shouted Rokeby. "We are to be cast out, pray pack your traps that you may expedite your departure."

"But have you not have saved the estate" she cried.

"I have fobbed him off with useless paper as James is wont to do but no we are ruined, I cannot pay such. I shall repair to the Casinoes of Whitechapel and try to win a fortune, we depart Thursday, spread the word pray." Rokeby spoke straight faced.

The afternoon sunlight grew dim, all gathered for Dinner yet conversation was stilted, and repast finished all drifted away, Rokeby and Mary to his bed chamber, yet passion were not their goal, intrigue instead their goal. Presently Flemming knocked.

"Come in" Rokeby called. "We must repair to Whitechapel forthwith, the earliest train we must be upon, the eight and twenty."

Mary spoke "My Lord why not steal a march and ride upon the Luggage Train, it doth take up wagons each night at Catesby, in the midnight hours, meats, hams sides of beef, rabbits even then straight to Spitalfields depot."

"Verily your knowledge doth astound me, so let us away, you might choose to remain or join Flemming and I, and what of Agnes, James."

"Perhaps she should remain here," James agreed, and it was so, dressed for hunting our trio didst set sail for Catesby, clutching share certificates and deeds in their hunting packs.




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Charlie Rokeby, recently having become Lord Ashfordly and his new bride Mary and his best Man, The Hon James Flemming, have perforce to repair from Ashfordly Hall to the Metropolis to foil duplicity and deceit of his late uncle's Agent Bradbury.

They walk and run to Catesby station to catch the midnight Luggage train, to outwit their oppressors.

The Master of the Catesby Railway Station was surprised at such a late visitation but after some reluctance agreed a covered truck might indeed be added to the train for a small fee to the Railway, and a small personal consideration for himself, and presently the mighty express engine "Florence" clattered among the platforms. The army of servants descended, wagons taken wagons added, the mighty shunting horse "Goliah" slipping and snorting and soon all was done, and clutching a bill of loading for their wagon which listed three persons, our trio set sail for the metropolis.

"I own tis a queer thing to have a mighty engine nameth Florence." Rokeby laughed.

"Hath she sisters Bessie and Maureen" Joked Flemming.

"No they are the Paris the Venice and the Moscow and such like, all named after cities." corrected Mary,

They flew through many a station, wagon rocking and lurching so that they may not so much as stand up yet the excitement was profound, and despite all sooner than expected the multiplicity of lights denoting the metropolis was all around and they stopped at a station.

"Let us alight, I know well this place." Rokeby called and the trio descended to the deserted platform, the entire place office and waiting room all deserted, Rokeby helped Mary over the locked gate and they set forth.

"We shall repair to Lord Muncaster's abode, see there beyond the Hotel." Announced Rokeby.

Rokeby knocked, Braunstein the butler answered, "Ah Mr Rokeby sir, the master is abroad sir, but like as not will return with the dawn."

"A carriage Braunstein, we are in need."

"And no funds I wager?"

"You know us of old, but Funds we hath, carriage we hath not."

"For tuppence the child under footman shall be roused and seek a Hackney for thee,"

"A bargain, Tuppence to go and a further tuppence if a Carriage he return with."

Braunstein departed and a great wail rent the cloistered stillness of the grand abode and the child emerged buttoning his breeches as he ran to find the conveyance. The conveyance was delivered, not of the front rank, but possessed of wheels and horse, and driver it seemed a bargain. Rokeby handed the child four pennies gladly and aboard they climbed.

"Mr Claridge's Inn coachman, if you please."

Our trio paid their dues and repaired to the foyer of the Inn, an aged and painted lady attended upon them.

"A double and a single room if you please, Madam" Rokeby asked politely enough.

"A room for rabble such as you, get thee hence before I call the Militia." She replied.

"But I am Lord Ashfordly"

"And I the very Archbishop of Finsbury, get thee hence."

They left, "well that is a turn" James was amused, to where should we repair?"

"Ordinarily Madame Raymonde's would suit us well but tis a Bordello."

"Then what say you we ask for a room only my Lord, I have a great need of thee" Mary asked eagerly.

"We could but ask old man" suggested James

"And you?" Rokeby queried.

"I shall ask for company."

"Then use a skin, pray, sweet Agnes deserves not the very clap."

"Yes of course, Raymonde's hath the finest skin from the finest intestine made."

The Bordello was but a minute or two hence.

Customers, some waited for company, and some for sobriety such as to face the cold of Morning.

A aged whore waited upon them "Madame might my friend avail himself of a concubine, whilst for myself I seek a room that I may use my own whore."

"Tis irregular sir, yet for a Guinea you may hire a room and indeed take a break fast."

"And my friend, how much a concubine for his pleasure"

"He may choose, the newest girls are now sleeping yet he may choose from the sitting room, and pay but three shillings till noon."

"And you sweet lady" James smiled his smile, The hag swooned, "Perhaps two shillings sir?"

"Capital, now three days shall I require for a room so here four guineas and I shall expect my whore fed and watered and except for me unmolested, is that understood?

"I must ask my mistress," she said and disappeared.

Mme Raymonde herself appeared, her fine features the equal of any, yet no paint nor powder could disguise he pallor of her skin, and the years had set her mounds towards the belly than the shoulders, yet presence she still retain in great measure. "Ah Charlie, why bring your own whore, why not mine."

"Tis an experiment in fidelity, I wish to know if but one strumpet canst satisfy me."

"Charlie you are such a fool but yes, a Guinea a day and two shillings for food it is agreed"

"Eight O'clock James" ordered Charlie and they each repaired to their chambers. 

That chamber allocated at once to the Mary and Charlie stank of the cheap scent and of sweat and of spent seed yet for all that were pleasant enough, the bed sheets were fresh and the bed soft, and verily in seconds she were disrobed and abed and soon so too Rokeby and they resumed their passion. "Oh I missed you so, my very loins cry out for thee." Mary cried.

"My prong hath come home at last, sweet Mary, kiss me".

The bed for passion made did sway and rock with the pounding, his prong so swollen that thy thought she had but to open her mouth that the very end of his prong might come out once more to take the air then as he reached the very limit of passion that he may endure, his seed boiled forth within her cleansing all within, and gushing forth from her slot past the very root of his prong as his passion slipped to contentment.

Later their passion spent they slept then as the streets filled and the caucophany increased they woke and he pronged her twice more.

In mornings light they rose and partook of a repast of toasted bread and honey, then with a fond farewell Rokeby and James did depart for to dispose their shares in the North Midland and Dighby extension Railway to the highest bidder.

Mary returned to the chamber and slept sound.

She woke after noon as the whores and concubines girls roused themselves from their slumbers.

Suddenly her door flew wide "Look we have a new sister" Girls in their undethings stocking corsets and such clustered around. 

"Good day, Sister I suppose I am, except my master has delivered me here for his sole use."

"Then use a skin, and no one shall know" they giggled.

"I wish to ensnare him if I may, he has paid a Guinea for this room, so I am sure he has a great fortune." Mary giggled.

The girls looked about, "Three shillings for room and girl is more like, except Rosa who can ask five shillings," 

"Why what is special about Rosa," 

Rosa lifted her skirts to reveal a prong, 

"And you also, are you also not a pronged mate for the sodomite."

Mary threw back the bed covers to reveal her nakedness..

"No, I am all girl, I may assure you of that"

"No you cannot, a whore must dress for her beau, nakedness is for the faithful wife, corsetry, and hosiery must the concubine don lest her master tire of her directly, we shall lend you such or you may purchase same if your funds allow.

"I have but seven shillings and twopence" Mary lied twenty guineas and more filled her inner pockets and her satchel.

"Then we shall of you a proper whore make," stated the girl and Mary threw on her shift and followed them.

Silken stockings, and the belt and straps to secure them, and Corsets so tight she dared not breathe, and which thrusted skyward the mounds of her chest so the very teats strained to escape their skins. 

"Whoredom is not as bad as might be, sweet sister, warmth and food and shelter all are thine whilst youth and beauty last but ensnare at they peril for once thou hast borne the child thy very womb neck stretcheth such that no man may find true satisfaction therein, thy teats descend and the streets become thy very home, so take care sweet sister." the girl Phoebe counselled.

"Tis clear whoredom is but a recent descent for thee, thy mound hath not been shaven nor the pits of thy shoulders, it is the sign of the whore that such is swept clean such that the stale seed at sweat doth not accumulate the hairs within and stink to unpleasantness, with such gone a wet rag will suffice."

Mary sat upon the chaise longue in the girls sitting room and one got a bowl and another the razor and soap and soon with the gentlest and tenderest strokes all was shaved clear.

A voice was heard behind, Mary realised that a very gallery was provided that customers may peruse the girls as they waited, and a Customer even now was watching her.

"That new one will suffice, pray send her."

"Oh Mary, I am undone, the customer desires you above all the others." Mme Raymonde was nonplussed. 

"But Madam I promised no man bar my husband should prong me."

"Sister he is but a customer, all we have had such and tis a hard lesson that all women who seek to prostitute themselves must learn." the girl Amelia counselled.

"But Mary, it is a woman who seeks your ministrations." Mme Raymonde corrected.

Mary did not wish to bring trouble on the woman whose kindness they had enjoyed and to consort with a woman could in no way involve taking the prong, so she reasoned it was a mere favour which she ought to bestow as a return kindness,

The girl Amelia found an old flowered dress and attired therein they did escort Mary to one of the finest cambers in the house. long drapes, from roof to floor of the finest cloth, the bed four posted in the old style with canopy above, rich mats and carpets such as those of the magic of arabian nights whereon might one be transported to the very moon.

"She is Mary madam and very new," Mme Raymonde called.

"Bolt the door, I shall use her till five and twenty, come for her then."

Mary approached.

The woman had been beauteous but the passing years had dimmed her beauty and swelled her frame, but not to excess as yet.

"I am Lady Farrowby, you shall call me mistress."

"Yes Mistress"

"I shall call you slave, now place your dress on the chest so that I may see what charms you hath for me."

Mary slipped from the dress.

"Slowly slave tantalise me, let thy charms revealed be gracefully." Lady Farrowby ordered.

"Oh Mary, thou art so thin, do they starve thee."

"No Mistress tis the corset, it thrusteth my very mounds skywards and my teats and in truth maketh my slot moist in constancy.

"My slot too runneth with juices, pray assist me, as I disrobe sweet slave." Lady Farrowby requested, 

Soon Lady Farrowby in her corset and stockings only remained attired, 

"Hath no one yet taught thee to mouth a plump slot?"

"No Mistress but yet I shall endeavour to master it," Mary answered as her mouth sought her Mistresses mound, her fingers seperating it s lips and her lips and teeth seeking the tiny bud the source of so much pleasure.

Lady Farrowby was near overwrought with the ecstacy, novice she may be but Mary's instincts took her directly to the places of need and where her tongue would not stretch then her fingers would go, until the proud lady lay a helpless overwrought wreck with the sweat and the juices from her womb leaking from her in equal measure.

"Kiss me sweet girl, on my mouth lips this time pray, explore my very teeth with thine tongue, love me sweet maid"

They kissed and squirmed together, Mary leaked juices herself so desirous was she of a prong to give satisfaction, but this was to be denied.

The passion stilled.

"Mary, now lie still, I shall be maid now and you shall be lady, I shall slurp of thy juices," and Lady Farrowby on her knees worshipped at the very slot which leadeth to Marys womb and drank of the juice though it be nectar.

"Mistress, If I am Lady and thou serf, what be thy pet name."

"Miriam, I am Miriam,"

"Then drink sweet Miriam, and I shall repair to paradise a while."

The clock on the Mantle showed Five and one quarter past.

"Mistress, we have but five minutes to dress thee." Mary advised.

Mary bustled away, corsets, stockings, pantaloons petticoats all were fixed properly then her dress smoothed and presently at the stroke she strode from the room attired just as previously.

"Till next Tuesday, sweet Mary" Miriam called. 

Neither realised how again their paths might cross nor even how soon.

Mary had but regained her chamber when Rokeby and Flemming returned, they to her chamber retired but forthwith a veritable bevy of whores sought admittance.

"It is not to be, naught but one gentleman may partake with us at one time, if you wish jointly to conjoin there be women who will oblige, broken hags, but such do not cross the threshold here, this is clean and decent house." A large whore with ample mounds spoke forcibly.

Mary answered them "I thank you my sisters but we fornicate and sodomise not, we merely plot our next escapade, but be assured as soon as Flemming doth leave then I of my Husbands prong shall take pleasure and for sure James will from among your very throng seek out a transient mate. 

Left alone James and Charlie told of their escapade, two hundred and twenty five thousand were we offered, but we hath sold but one half to Bristow and the other half retained and hath been offered a seat on the very board of directors, there bing not one director who hath less than seventy summers seen, A seat on the board and one in their Lordships house in Parliament, I shall be sorely occupied presently.

"And look we have recovered our Liveries from the Club and for you we hath dresses fit for a lady, see." he struggled with a large brown paper package, revealing the attire of a lady of the highest rank within.

The gown was dazzling, white silk, and the shoes, and the necklaces and rings and adornments she looked more Queen or princess than mere lady.

They resolved to try the Claridge's once more, for sport.

The Inn awaited and the aged and painted lady of their previous acquaintance also waited upon them.

"A Double and a Single room if you please, Lord and Lady Ashfordly and Mr Flemming."

The foolish woman marvelled at Mary's beauty 

"Certainly, the finest rooms, Sir"

"So why were we turned from your door when desperate were we for rest this very morn, unto a Bordello hath we to repair, so observe fair Archbishop, Lord and Lady Ashfordly stand before thee."

"A thousand pardons sir"

"So a room, with a soft bed and fresh linen and a good strong bed frame that our passion should not rouse the entire establishment with its creaking and banging."

A familiar figure entered, Mary near fainted, "Rokeby, my eye, and what the duce is this very angel you hath ensnared."

Rokeby smiled, "I am Ashfordly now and this my new wife Mary. Lady Ashfordly. Mary meet Lord Farrowby and the Lady Farrowby also."

"My Lady Farrowby, you seek to dazzle the squirrels from the trees, I have but rarely seen such beauty in a raiment."

"I thank you Lady Farrowby but you must call me Mary, if we are to be friends such as our husbands are."

Farrowby spoke "Miriam, I own you have a new friend, pray sit a while in the lounge while I Rokeby and I plot a fresh scheme."

The ladies repaired to the Ladies lounge where finding themselves alone they spoke earnestly.

"So it was you, Mary, but why." 

"I was but lodging and am devoted to Rokeby, but ministering to a girl cannot be regarded as infidelity canst it?"

"No that is it, precisely, and shall we remain friends, or may we once again be special friends as we were recently, Oh please say yes."

"Yes of course sweet Miriam, of course we shall be special friends again, we must arrange our affairs to allow it" Mary reassured her. 

"Then come to the water closet room, directly. come Mary."

The door showed a row of doors each the entry to a closet, an aged hag stood guard.

One person only to each closet, she whined.

Mirriam proffered a silver sixpence whereby the hag on taking it fiddled and a closet door sprang wide and they squeezed in.

Their lips and mouths entwined.

"The magic was real, not illusory, I am so glad" opined Mirriam

"We shall find a bed, and sate our passion, directly," affirmed Mary and after as long as they dared they returned to the Lounge.



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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.

"Colonel Hogarth, are you well, did you find satisfaction?" asked Rokeby.

"My god did I, look no disrespect to your own companion, but aloft is the worlds most perfect angel, and I believe I were first to sample her, I must spirit her away,"

"Are you to elope to Gretna Green? The train departs not fifty minutes hence." he joked.

"No, the regiment would not permit of my union with a common harlot, Mistress is all I can offer."

Rokeby pondered.

"Are you so smitten that you would contemplate matrimony, you enjoy sampling menu excessively I fear."

"I own she is heaven, I wish she were of noble birth, then I should marry her and truly live in heaven." Hogarth stated with undoubted passion

Rokeby issued an invitation "Madam pray emerge from your hiding place, Hogarth wishes to purchase your Harlot."

"I don't know," she said perplexed.

"Well which whore was it." Rokeby asked.

"Pray don't call my angel a whore sir." Hogarth cried.

"My dear Hogarth, you have it bad, tis love I fear, but don't take offence, pray, but Brothel keeper, how much say you, fifty guineas."

"Yes" stuttered Hermione.

"You bargain like a pheasant, I should gladly pay one hundred guineas, here I shall give you my note forthwith" and Hogarth wrote out the note, "Here fill thine own name in."

Hermione stared in shock.

Katherine came down the stairs, a new bodice now securely laced.

Hogarth smiled and she ran to his arms.

"Hogarth, pray let us repair to the back room I have a proposition," Rokeby proposed.

"He has purchased you as his harlot for a hundred guineas" Hermione informed her.

"Then I am the happiest woman in the firmament, because truly a woman am I now, why were we told the marriage bed is such pain and humiliation when in truth it is the best I ever felt ever. I own 'tis a mystery." Katherine replied.

"Hogarth, you have spoiled my plan," Rokeby informed him, "My aunt sought to tear my fortune from me and the cousins connived and I sought to teach them a lesson. Your love is my Cousin. and I fear tis I who have learned the lesson."

"Oh I see, said Hogarth, but I love her, I have taken her, I have an obligation."

"Forget obligation, would you marry her if you could?"

"Yes of course"

"Then you have my blessing, the dowry is modest a bare four thousand" Rokeby continued as Hogarth sat down shakily. 

"I do not want the money" Hogarth explained.

"Yes tis conscience money for my sake, and I shall see the Reverend forthwith, The Honourable Miss Katherine Rokeby will be acceptable to your superiors I trust,"

"Undoubtedly sir, Undoubtedly." Hogarth clasped Rokeby's hand.

"Now my Aunt is in need of further humilliation so have Katherine choose another as her companion and when you and she have sated yourselves aloft I shall have them sent to a lodging in London from whence you may take charge of them."

"Excellent thought, and my sincerest thanks, I shall repair aloft forthwith."

Once again he carried Katherine aloft but this time with intended tenderness, but her urgency saw a repeat of the last except neither underskirt nor bloomers did she deport and her bodice she discarded and her dress complete so in near nakedness she lay and nakedness also was he and the urgency led to passion and devoid of a skin his prong truly filled every void within her loins with his precious seed, then urgency spent it did return to its rightful place within her, gently ploughing the furrow of her slot as they kissed and entwined.

Bang Bang. A Sergeant beat upon the door. Rokeby answered.

"Beg pardon sir but I seek Colonel Hogarth." 

"Ah, he, now this is awkward, he seeks marriage to the late Lords Ashfordly's daughter and the Lord is being obstinate."

"Then may I speak freely sir?" Rokeby nodded.

"There is no finer Colonel in the whole army, the Lord should be proud the colonel has chosen his daughter, verily I believe he will be a General Officer and rule the whole division ere long."

"Very loyal," Rokeby observed.

"Loyalty be buggered I speak freely, Colonel Hogarth is a sheepdog among sheep a professor among Lunatics, a"

Rokeby intervened as the Sergeant struggled for ever more descriptive similies.

"Yes I have it, have you a message."

"We are encamped and await instructions"

"I shall tell him forthwith, can you leave a messenger to return with the message."

"If it pleases I shall repair to the railway and observe the passing trains, and perhaps in hour an answer sir."

"Certainly, it shall be so," 

The soldier left and Rebekah, Hope and Charity emerged from their slumbers.

"Where is Katherine," Rebekah asked.

"Why aloft with Colonel Hogarth" answered Rokeby mischievously.

"Then you are evil, both of you allowing my very sister to be debauched in such manner."

"Charlie" cooed Mary, "Is it not time I was debauched anew"

"Certainly Ma'am, will shall repair to the girls room, pray some privacy for us ladies"

The bed was hard but Mary soft and very willing and soon the last drop of seed had been milked from his prong and sack, and they lay in contentment.

Katherine hurried downstairs on hearing her sisters voice to relay her good news.

"Rebekah I"

she was cut short by Rebekah,

"Have become a whore, thou art no sister of mine thou slut."

Katherine was dismayed.

"No I am to Marry Col Hogarth, what an awful thing to say, do you disown me still?"

"Yes" replied Rebekah.

"Then I shall seek another companion for my stay in London, "

"Look not at me" cried Hope.

"Then it shall be Faith" Katherine announced, "Who shall my companion be."

"Shall you keep my dearest company" asked Hogarth.

"If it is your wish sir" she answered prettily.

"Then tis settled, we repair at once to the "Dragon" then forth to London on the morrow, a Luggage train shall take our beasts and a carriage attached thereto shall whisk us there directly."

Hogarth welcomed his Sergeant and gave orders then he departed and soon so didst Katherine and Faith.

"Hogarth paid handsomely for Katherine, now repair to the same Mr Debenham purveyor of bed linen for such as is required also eiderdowns and other such trappings" Ordered Rokeby.

"So are we to remain Harlots," Hermione asked.

"I have a notion you should instead serve Harlots, know we where they who plied their trade here hath repaired to." Rokeby enquired.

A silence ensued.

"Then shall I seek them," he averred.

He was gone a bare hour and one half, before he returned, a bevy of painted trollops in tow.

"These are they, these six, they worked turn and turn about sharing three beds, I wish them groomed and perfumed, and made presentable." He ordered.

"And who shall do this service," asked Hermione.

"Why Rebekah and Hope, they shall be servants of the whores and learn humility and the ways of men there from, come cousin, I have a package for thee. and for thee my sister." Rokeby fetched a brown paper parcel and opening it produced a matching pair of Maids uniforms, 

"See your new attire, pray repair aloft and enrobe"

They went away, hunger the first thought on their minds, and presently they did return dressed soberly in black.

Mary regarded them. "They are excessive in length, pray hand me those shears," she ordered and in a trice the skirts were cut like a peasant with the knees on display.

"Now you show your bloomers stand still girls" and as they did Mary hauled the garments from them.

"Mary, we are unclothed beneath, some man might see, we cannot parade abroad like this."

Mary merely raised her skirts revealing her lack of such garments and her fresh shaven mound to the throng.

"I so do as a courtesy to my dearest Husband who may at any instant wish to avail himself of my facilities, and it is unfair to fetter his lusts without necessity."

Dissention ceased as the duo came to understand their place, and soon they were set to lighting fires and hauling water aloft to wash the new Harlots.

For this service Rokeby generously provided a repast of fried fish in batter and fried potatoes and all ate ravenously.

Ere long customers seeking company dids't commence to arrive and Hermione was rushing hither and thither making arrangements, as one whore returned downstairs her sister proceeded aloft and quickly her hair and face and any other repair thus necessitated was done by Hope and Rebekah and they thus returned to the lounge, to await customer and room.

One girl named Hannah stunned Hope, "Pray wash me below, the skin burst he hath filled me with seed."

Hope began but soon the girl was crying out, "Pray do not excite me, I cannot bear it."

"I am sorry" Hope apologised.

"Tis lovely but the wrong time, pray come to my Chamber later, and we shall continue," Hanna winked at Hope.

And so it was that in the midst of night Hope repaired to Hanna's bed chamber thence to the bed and discovered the delights of the worship of Lesbos and found herself in love with a very Harlot.

"It is a big thing, to enjoy love properly ruined must one be, I have a wooden prong for relief or for preparation and with it we could ruin thee if love thou desirest."

And Hope seized upon it and with polished ebony she didst herself ruin then she lay back as her lover her very fist dids't enter within the innermost of Hope's private parts and took her so she thought to heaven. And so it was the ladies of leisure entered the world of drudgery, and came to envy the Harlots and did wish they too could be loved so much and so often, cooking cleaning, checking the used skins for tears, cleaning them, washing and preening the Harlots, life was hard but exciting.

And so Hermione plotted her victory over Lord Ashfordly, Insensible that it were her own stupidity in failing to provide the elder Lord Ashfordly with an heir, before she forced him to sexual performance far beyond all reason for any of an age such as he, such performance that his very heart did burst in performance of the deed, and too insensible that her own very roof would go not to her but to a Mr Harrison a distant Cousin of the most tenuous kind presently resident in Brighton, and a confirmed Batchelor of the Brighton Batchelor persuasion, the wearers of the short tailed shirt. 

She sought reprobates and rogues and by diligent application she didst find such scum as might murder cold bloodedly for a small remuneration. Two found she, Timmings and McNash, both strangers and poachers, thieves and vagabonds.

But for all her application she failed to see how well regarded her cousin and his wife were within the community, highest and lowest. A Poacher Thomas Robbins, was duly approached and asked two hundred pounds knowing such was beyond her, and safely turned away he did repair to the very Ashfordly Hall for to see the Mistress thereof.

The Butler did his nose upturn directing Thomas unto the door around the rear by the kitchens but still he did seek her Ladyship.

She attended upon him.

"She offered money for me to kill both thee and thy Husband." he stated

"How much?" Mary asked.

"I asked two hundred." Thomas replied

"Pounds or Guineas?"

"Oh I did not think, I had no intention so didst not matter."

"I Thank you, Take your break fast here and I shall set up a welcome party."

Mary and Rokeby set about their preparations, first floorboards did they remove then a sheet of the thinnest veneer with carpet thereon didst they lay and over all a sheet of iron, for when they went in and out of their room. and then they waited, loaded guns beside and beneath their very bed. 



A Victorian Lord Ch. 06



Charlie Rokeby lay contentedly holding his beloved wife in his arms, her hair soft and golden now flowed sweet and womanly to her shoulders the boyish style now set aside as her belly and breasts swelled from his heir growing within.

They knew their assassination was planned by Hermione, Dowager Lady Rokeby, whom had supposed she not Charlie would inherit on the late Lord's demise and had planned accordingly, but a trap was set, the floor-boards in the doorway removed and replaced with a thin wooden veneer to lightly support the carpet. and guns, muskets and pistols primed and ready beneath the bed.

Mary heard creaking in the corridor, she shook Charlie then the bed-chamber door opened and Hermione whispered "There they are."

The assassins entered and suddenly all at once the chamber floor did subside leaving two unfortunates trapped, their legs and feet smashing through the weak veneer and through the thin carpets and on through the ceiling of the room below, leaving a very angry Hermione looking on.

In a brief flurry of movement Mary grabbed her pistols one in the right hand and the other in the left, she aimed and pulled upon the triggers, Bang; Bang; Two shots. Rokeby had not even time to lift his musket before both assassins slumped unconscious in death.

"Mary, you were supposed to wing them" Rokeby chastised her, yet her marksmanship hitting one between the eyes with a ball and the other in the very eye socket and that left handed was astonishing, he had barely time to cock the weapon before the explosions from echoed from her weapons.

"Good Morrow Aunt, are you quite well," Mary greeted Hermione, the stench rising bore testimony to the emptiness of Hermione's bowels and like wise she spewed forth her stomach's contents.

"You are truly evil" spoke Hermione, as she wiped the bile from her chin.

"Dearest Aunt from you that is a compliment," Mary replied.

Servants were gathering.

"Pray manufacture some lies Aunt, I shall have to send for the constable from Catesby to deal with these." Rokeby informed her.

"What will become of me?" asked Hermione.

"Depending on your lies, the gutter or the scaffold, lie well sweet Aunt." Rokeby advised her. 

The lifeless forms bled little from the suddenness of their demise, a big bull of a man Thomas Subbins, a layabout from Catesby, and his young assistant John Fragginshaw.

"Have you paid them yet, sweet Aunt," asked Mary sweetly.

She nodded.

"Then steal from the dead thy fortune lest it give thee away."

Hermione rifled the dead mens pockets and retrieved her haul, ten pounds from Stubbins, and ten shillings from Fragginshaw. She retired to the corner of the room ad emptying a flower bowl she filled it with the bile and vomit she spewed forth.

Servants were by now crowding the corridors, a girl went an ashen shade of white.

"My Lord 'tis John Fragginshaw, he," she sobbed. "He, we, my friend she is having his baby madam."

"Then, Betsy, she has been particularly stupid," replied Mary with little sympathy but with an idea forming.

Hermione hid her surprise, Timmings and Mc Nab had she had engaged so she though.

Rokeby bellowed, "You under-footman, take my best horse, I shall scribble a note, fetch the constable from Catesby forthwith!"

The young man beamed, to ride a thoroughbred hell for leather to Catesby to fetch the Constable what a tale for to tell his cronies in the ale house.

The servants drifted away in their dribs and drabs, and soon they were alone, the dead and the condemned, Hermione spoke shakily. "What will become of me?" 

Rokeby answered "The Gallows Dear Aunt, unless you lie well. now repair to the yard thy stench doth turn my very stomach."

Hermione left the room and walked awkwardly to the courtyard her soiled under-things and soiled gown a pitiable sight, Mary quickly threw on a robe and some stout shoes and followed.

"Have we any maids," Mary bellowed.

"Yes Madam at your service Madam," they cried appearing as fast as they may.

"Then fetch buckets and we shall clean that stinking hag."

Hermione stood shocked, rooted to the spot. her time as mistress had been marked by cruelty and now the maids could seek revenge.

"Throw a bucket of water over her then tear the rags from her."

And it was done, the soiled gown torn into three or four pieces and the under-things until Hermione stood in only her shoes and remnants of her silk leggings which had perforce withstood the efforts of all to tear them from her, as the maids cleansed her with rough rags and brushes and saddle soap.

Presently Mary ordered the bedraggled Hermione taken to a room where her shoes were removed and she sat quite naked while the maids dried her with coarse rags.

"Verily what a thing, girls, her teats grow long, she enjoys your ministrations, excessively." Mary observed.

"Yes Mistress, she is leaking to excess from below I own." a maid observed.

"Fetch then a rolling pin we must relieve her lest she explode," Mary ordered.

A girl fetched the rolling pin.

"Thrust it within, sate the wench at once"

And the maid effortlessly slid eight inches of wooden shaft within Hermione's innards

"Footman, that is man's work, pray take over the rolling pin," and the blushing footman started to poke her furiously with the wooden shaft.

Rokeby and Mary slipped away to the softness of the linen cupboard where their own passion was swiftly expressed to satisfaction, and on return found Hermione still in the throes of passion, her eyes dilated and rolling like a lunatic as mindless of her audience she rode the rolling pin as if it were the devils own prong.

"Find some rags to throw upon her and keep her here until the Constable arrives pray," Ordered Mary.

Some time later when her love for the rolling pin had been satisfied the Maids found an old robe and some clogs for Hermione who proceeded fearful and shaking to wait in the servants parlour. 

The Constable arrived at last, and observing first the felons legs poking through the ceiling and then the felons stiff dead bodies from above he decided that in all probability and in the absence of a Doctors sworn statement that they were probably dead. He sought statements.

"My Aunt shot them, she was so brave" announced Mary.

Hermione went white and fainted.

"It was the bravest thing I own, alerting us then shooting the felons."

"Remarkable marksmanship" observed the Constable.

"Oh no she merely meant to disable them, she is not proficient with firearms," added Rokeby as Hermione came round.

"She was so shocked she vomited and fouled herself," Mary added.

Hermione came round. The Constable spoke with admiration, "My Congratulations My Lady, you have done a deed most brave and noble risking all to save his Lordship, all Catesby shall know of this, aye and the London Newspapers the very instant I return to the town."

Hermione sat dazed, she knew her life was forfeit, so many scum had she approached for to do the deed and now was she seen as having killed them, she could no more return safe to Catesby than set up a cheese mine on the moon.

An unforseen problem arose, the felons legs splayed in death would not pass through the holes in the ceiling so Rokeby fetched the blacksmith and with a few gentle blows, which shook the very house, the legs were rendered flexible again.

"Verily Blacksmith, I do own I should not like to receive a hard blow if they be gentle ones, " said Rokeby.

"No good tippy tapping Master, thee wants to get on with it," the blacksmith grinned.

Soon floor boards were back in place, the wattle and daub man had come and repaired the ceiling and just the whitewashing remained.

The household resettled down to such normality as was possible after such a foul deed one which would be talked of for decades hence, and in the night time Lord and Lady Ashfordly spoke and plotted in what time they could spare from their love making.

Next morning Rokeby gave orders, Hermione was to make herself useful, if cook could find a use for someone so useless, whilst he and Lady Rokeby went to seek the felons families.

The found the Stubbins Woman easily enough, in the tavern, the back parlour and busy pleasuring a Gentleman, although his ramming of his prong within her was far from gentle.

"I see your period of mourning was suitably brief," observed Rokeby.

"Fucking useless Bastard, he's best off dead," she replied insensible of the man's attempts to raise her to the heights of passion.

"Where pray might we find Mrs Fragginshaw."

"Missus, she ent no Missus, she is right here learning, so she knows how to earn a few pennies." Mrs Stubbins chortled.

"Are you Fragginshaw's woman?" Mary asked.

"Yes" replied a terrified little mouse, barely of marriageable age yet her belly swollen with child.

Mary had an idea and whispered to Rokeby.

"You must come with us," Rokeby announced.

"Why, what do you want with me?" asked the wretch.

"Milk," replied Mary, "you are with child as I am, and I shall require a wet nurse for my child, while you I suppose need accommodation."

"My husband tried to kill you yet you seek to help me." she asked in amazement.

Mary answered. "well perhaps he was not the assassin, and my Aunt was perhaps precipitate in despatching him with her musket, and your friend Betsy spoke up for you, so the offer is there, say yes and we shall send the carter for your traps and you shall share a little room at Ashfordly hall until such time as the nursery shall be prepared, then there shall you reside to suckle my child and thine own so that I may return to pleasuring my Lord, as soon as is practicable."

"Then I accept, thank you My Lady, but traps I have naught but this bundle since I was cast from my lodgings this very morning when the tale of the foul deed were told, my bed and cooking things seized for the rent I owe."

"Come then" Mary offered and the Girl followed, 

"You would have more fun here with me" the Stubbins woman bellowed as they departed, and Rokeby playfully slashed Stubbins temporary lover across his backside with the riding crop, causing him to thrust mightily and for Stubbins to at last feel his appendage within her leather walled tunnel. 

The door slammed and the hag realised she was now alone, her present time mate excepted, the prospect dismayed her, yet she was sure she should find a young attractive friend from whose earnings to live soon enough.

The trio trudged from the house, then Rokeby strapped the wenche's sad bundle to the saddle of Mary's horse then hoisted the wench onto his own steed and then they set forth for Ashfordly.

"Mrs Fragginshaw, what is your Christian name," asked Mary.

"Tis still Ellersbeck, we never did see the Parson, Mary Ellersbeck" she confided.

Lady Rokeby sought to avoid confusion in future "You shall answer to Nanny now, and if you serve faithfully it could be your task for life, unless you should find some kindly lad who would accept a ruined wench with a bastard for his beloved, and may be with proper feeding and decent clothes such you may find among the lusty farm-lads we have at Ashfordly."

The thought stayed with Lord and Lady Ashfordly until passing a hay barn they could control themselves no longer and to Nanny's discomfiture they repaired to the hay leaving her minding the horses, the noise of their lovemaking echoed around and Nanny could not resist sneaking to the door to observe.

She had heard ribald rumours of Rokeby's prong yet in the flesh she could scarce believe how such a small person such as Lady Rokeby could accept such a member with pleasure, and yet here they writhed in the forenoon, while sober, her own dalliance had been in drunkenness and neither she nor her common husband should have entered the union had they chosen, indeed he had continually chided her, yet it was he who failed to satisfy her needs, so often had she laid abed her own fingers her only comfort.

Nanny watched the lovers as if in a trance, her fingers stole to her under-things and having them set aside unto her slot, her breathing deepened and suddenly her pleasure was interrupted by Rokeby and Mary leaving their love nest,

"Look, beloved, is it not sad she has no one for to pleasure her but herself" asked Mary.

Rokeby smiled "Perchance it is but it is a very pretty sight, have you a minute my love, something has come up," Rokeby spoke the truth for his breeches strained to restrain his prong.

Mary grinned mischievously, her favourite pass time was coming around sooner than she had thought and she grabbed his breeches and in a flurry he was unleashed and as she was devoid of undergarments he was instantly sheathed within her as she lay against the wall next to Nanny. Poor Nanny, or was she to be pitied as the waves of pleasure swept over her as the excitement of the lovers transferred to herself and she reached the heights of pleasure or so she believed.

It was a tired but content trio who arrived at Ashfordly House that noon tide, a repast was prepared and Hermione, the Dowager Lady Ashfordly, now reduced in rank to the lowest order of servitude proved to be by far the most useless object ever to clutter a kitchen or scullery.

Hermione served the repast, much of which landed on the platters and salvers, and perhaps as much as half of the wine found its way from pitcher to tumbler, Mary noted the ravenous way Nanny consumed her rations, suspecting she had not partaken of such a feast since Christ-Mass if indeed then yet this were a mere trifle compared to formal Dinners they would presently be expected to host.

The meal consumed Rokeby retired to see his friend and business partner or Agent the Hon. James Flemming about estate business whilst Mary set about transforming Nanny into a reasonable Nanny.

First they set the big tub in the yard and with every kettle as was found to hold water boiling they filled the tub to half way with the hot water then cooled it down with the cold so it became bearable then ignoring Nanny's shrieks Mary and Hermione stripped the wenches rags from her and tossed her within the tub, ducking even her head to clean her hair, the water became fouled with dirt even as a sweet pink person appeared from the accumulated dirt and filth, Hermione commented, "Dear Lord, I thought it was sun-tan, but no it was dirt.

Nanny cringed, she had seen but eighteen summers, and to her horror realised not just maid servants were observing but man servants and farm lads, come to ogle the new arrival, enticed by her screams, so when the time came for her to be dried an audience stood by. Mary addressed them, "This is Nanny, she is to be your sister in servitude so treat her kindly, and don't dilly dally, there is time enough to charm her when work is done.

The men slid away and Hermione and Mary took large horse blanket each and proceeded to dry Nanny.

They took her to a chamber where her traps were laid out but when they looked nothing was of any consequence, all filthy and worn out, just a trinket or two as keepsakes were worthy, so all but the trinkets were put for the rag man and fresh raiments brought from the store room, boddice, crisp and white buttoned to the neck with a black jacket and black skirt, and so was she transformed from base guttersnipe to respectability, and underthings and three sets of each for her so she may keep them clean. She seemed happy beyond anything, neither seemingly missing her beloved nor troubled by the bold repair where with his last breaths had rent the ceiling asunder with his feet, which she must now pass and repass.

Hermione took to grooming Nanny, combing her hair and snipping and cutting so it became the very model of propriety, Mary looked on, perhaps the Dowager had redeeming qualities, she could make the basest guttersnipe the very facsimile of a Whitechapel trained maidservant, then her talents should be harnessed to the good of all, and where better than her role as Brothel Madam at Catesby Bordello.

Rokeby fell in with the plan and borrowing the sheep cart they transported the fallen Lady back to her domain, barely three days after she set forth to murder them. The whores were genuinely pleased that their Madam was returned safe, and they had their mistress back for in truth they were at their wits end over how to continue had she gone for ever, and quickly Hermione seized control realising she had found her station, raised but slightly above the very dregs, yet visited and indeed loved on occasion by the very highest ranks of society. Hermione knew her situation to be much more to be desired than that of companion to some demented harridan or governess to a spoiled brat, the forms of occupation normally the province of those of rank whose finances fail.

The Lord and Lady departed after their now customary use of a spare bedchamber and Hermione set to ordering maids and harlots alike to clean and polish so all is fit for such gentry as may wish to partake in pleasure or merely find such necessary relief as swift and discrete as may be delivered.

Trade was slow travellers had lost the habit of taking a pasty and taking a wench by alighting at Catesby and then rejoining a later train, but as she strove to rise from the basest form of whorehouse to the like of those in Paris or St Petersburg.

She dreamed that all would visit, Heads of State, General Officers of Militia, Archbishops perchance and her fortune restored she may retire yet the mood of love thrilled her as it had when she, young, frightened and recently ruined by her own uncle had been cast adrift at the Bordello, the men, they had sorely used her and abused her, her innocence shattered like a precious vase, never to be repaired, the depravity, the shame, yet soon she had risen from cheapest outcast for railway worker or street cleaner to bejewelled darling of the aristocracy.

So many would have willingly taken her as wife had not her rank prevented it then the offer from old Ashfordly, his fortune she sought, setting aside his rank unpleasantness, his incessant farts, his withered near impotent prong which would on occasion not arise despite an hours sucking, she regretted it most sincerely, yet it had led thus, to her happy band of girls frolicking in pleasure in her very own temple of lust

As eventide approached Hermione again inspected her harlots as a Captain may his troops, their hair and teeth, to be cleaned fresh always, their attire, such as they wore, and that mainly under-things spotless clean and fresh and their equipment, not the sword or musket of the soldier but the lower orifices, Hermione had each in turn attend her in her private chamber and stand upon a stool so that she may inspect, and enhance, this first night all were sent forth to try again, cleanliness or unruly hairs to attend, until they did pass the test whereby Hermione should taste each slot and rectal orifice with the tip of her very tongue and pronounce herself pleased. And for her caring she became loved as a mother by the harlots, most of whom had known no motherly love, only violence and the love of the Bordello, passion and desertion thrice each hour.

Hermione watched her brood, she took to greeting the men, eliciting their preference and calling the most suitable girl as she thought to serve, checking the girl was ready to perform as requested and then allocating a bed chamber, sometimes she would accommodate the gentleman herself, but more often she would listed to sounds of love and pleasure herself with the smooth ebony toys left by the Bordello's previous incumbents, for all its humiliations Hermione had to admit it was a thousand times more endurable than lying abed with the Late Lord Ashfordly, with his vile stench and the vile grey stinking seed he sought to impregnate her with.

When the last man had departed his needs and desires fulfilled and harlots and maids had eaten and found a bed, Hermione too went to her soft bed and entered the land of dreams to dream of the knight in shining armour who would sweep her up and take her.



A Victorian Lord Ch. 07



Hermione Dowager Lady Ashfordly surveyed her domain, life was changed indeed from when she was mistress at Ashfordly House yet not without its compensations, her step daughter Katherine had been promised to fine upstanding Col Hogarth, her other step daughter Rebekah remained with her in Catesby together with the half sister Hope the Late Lord Ashfordleys bastard daughter born of Mrs Peasbody the Reverend's wife.

Charlie Rokeby, now Lord Ashfordly, had reset the stations of these related persons, his cousins, and his uncles wife from whose grasp the family fortune had slipped when he died without issue, yet now was fate to play a hand not even Rokeby could have forseen.

It was a quiet period for the girls, Catesby field was empty, the regiments away on exercise the nearest the Greys at Heaton ten miles hence, and though the regulars came the girls became bored with sitting aimlessly, and sought new companionship of the virile militia or soldiery.

The girls sitting around gossiping hatched a plan, something different, something to entice the men to walk the ten miles and ten more home, and to inspire them to such passion as must relieved with such urgency as would fill the Bordello's coffers to overflowing, men who had seen most things, who had seen the flesh pots of Finsbury Park and of the depravity of the roaming bands of camp followers who trailed behind when some older men had seen service overseas.

Hermione was delighted at the plan and swore the girls to secrecy, whilst embellishing the plan such that they all seven, six girls and Hermione could earn the money whilst another provided the stimulus.

Behind the Bordello was a large building, once a venue for cock fighting, badger baiting and fist fighting but now recently disused and yet in Hermione's minds eye a theatre it was to be, and here the entertainment provided to induce such lust as must require its near instantaneous relief, and what entertainment was this to be, verily it were secret even the star of the show yet remained in blissful ignorance of her fate.

Benches remained and a raised ring for fisticuffs, the proper fight not the Queensbury effeminate version with gloved hands, but the proper bare knuckle spectacle, and to this Hermione directed the girls energies with cleaning and then she found a bench and some manacles for to hold the performer.

But who should perform, that night as they laid abed the harlot Hannah stared deeply into her maid Hope's eyes. "There is to be a show, for the militia, a special show."

Hope seemed troubled yet suspected not the next utterance, Hannah continued.

"Will you perform with us, to entice the Gentlemen, oh please say yes, just the play, we shall entertain carnally whilst you do otherwise. please say you will"

And Hope could not deny her lover and said "Yes"

And so it was sealed, a play of sorts with cock fighting and a badger and a fist fight, for a prize and that play to be Beauty and the Beast, yet a comedy, and all were sworn to secrecy.

And so they journeyed by carter's cart to Heaton to inform and entice the militia there. Hermione, Harlots, less two who remained to service any gentlemen who should require such, and Hope, attired this time not as maid but as harlot her face painted such that her own mother would scarce recognise her, her waist pulled by corsetry so she may scarce breathe and her chest thrust out in consequence. All displayed on Mr Stobart's mighty cart with his team of Shire Horses pulling nobly before it.

Hope gazed down, the militia crowded around insensible of their officers entreaties and orders to form ranks, and hope knew that each man below desired her, what a change from so recently, when such would would not even dare to gaze upon her the daughter so it seemed of the Reverend, and yet here she could choose a mate from hundreds so it seemed.

Soon all was done, the message passed and passed again till all knew of the delights promised for that very night in Catesby.

Col Davenport addressed the men from among the harlots, to their great and ribald cheers, announcing a general leave of absence for the throng leaving only the barest number to stand guard over the armoury and furthermore half the men's wages to be paid forthwith, not as was the tradition on the day following the Sabbath.

His address completed Davenport spoke sternly to Hermione. "Madam, never again do such a thing to me, had I not acceded to your request I should have had a riot and mutiny, and my life's work, my very reputation ruined, so Madam I demand free use of your harlots for my men who this eve stand guard and of course for myself, and you I shall take and horsewhip forthwith while the younger girls entertain my men excessively with their charms."

And so with the merest shiver of anticipation Davenport led Hermione from the cart and away to his great tent, in size such that a Frenchman may more term Marquee, than an Englishman's conception of tent,.

Davenport ordered his servant. "Batman pray strip the strumpet to nakedness and tie her to the whipping rail whilst I take refreshment, my very jaw aches from the incessant bellowing."

Hermione assisted the servant to remove her raiments and she observed with pleasure the bulge in his breeches the revelation of her teats engendered, she wondered idly how many play strokes she should receive before they in turns took her carnally, and indeed she wondered how many should indeed take her should it be Servant or Master alone.

Hermione looked coyly in her best harlot fashion as the servant stripped the last of her raiments leaving her just her silken leggings and court shoes with the raised heels. Her tongue wagged when it would have better remained still, "What a strange name you have Mister Batman." 

Davenport laughed greatly, "Tis a rank like Footman, not a sir name, now brace thyself for chastisement."

Hermione bent herself supported by the whipping rail against her belly, braced waiting, yet unprepared for the ferocity of the blow, it slashed against her buttock then before she could even draw breath, the other, then the first again, her mind saw but a red fog and her whole body was but a mass of pain, yet, to her shame moisture she felt amongst the entrails of her slot and her very teats grew long and tender, she felt the need to caress, to protect her own teats yet in doing so aroused them more, she felt below hoping she imagined the wetness, but her worst fears were answered when a very trickle of juice escaped with her probing.

The slashing ceased, "Remove thine hand wench" Davenport ordered as he removed the Jacket of his uniform dress, revealing a shirt wet with the sweat of his exertions,

The Batman swept it up and laid it carefully aside, for Davenport to renew his assault.

Ten and four more lashes fell before Davenport again laid the horse whip aside, this time to release the pressure within his breeches as his very prong had become entrapped in it's engorgement, and so with prong released and rearing nobly he resumed his task, yet suddenly the lure of the harlot overcame him, her tiny brown rectal bud, the target of his whip became subservient in his mind to her dripping slot, such that he set aside his whip and entered his prong within her instantly, from behind some would say as a dog would take a bitch, though taking the softness of the slot, not as a sodomite, all the while heedless of his Batman's entreaties to use a skin. 

Davenport had not had use of a whore for too long, his prong unpractised but fresh relishing its unaccustomed gallop was stoking the fires of passion within Hermione, what a fool had she been seeking rank and fortune when the basest depravities were so much crammed with the most unimaginable pleasures, as her very backside burned and her teats twisted and squeezed under Davenport's muscled hands and her dreams were answered as he kissed her gently upon the neck, she but wished she could take his sweet face within her hands and kiss his lips as they fornicated.

It was with great sadness they separated, long after they should have, long after his seed had shot within her, with his appendage almost shrunken they eased apart, neither wishing to give up the comfort the other afforded, each knowing but for rank and position they could have shared a great love, but it was not to be, she bastard daughter of a lord and he a noble yet impecunious Officer, their union could be no more than that of harlot and customer, yet, though unspoken both wished for more,

A chastened but happy Hermione returned to the cart and amid the cheering of the militia men they made haste for Catesby to prepare the show.

Rebekah, Hermione's step daughter, now serving as maid to the harlots, waited anxiously for their return, of the four she alone remained chaste, untouched by man or beast, her maidenhead intact, yet she feared so soon she would be forced that final stage to utmost depravity, where she might be instructed, ordered even, to fornicate with whosoever her Mistress should take payment from, the thought excited yet troubled her, she could not let the image of a filthy strong powerful man pawing her, taking his pleasure with her as he alone willed, such imagery could not escape her mind, she began to wish for her own ruination such that the uncertainty might be put behind her and she wondered even if Hope had today made the final step, if taken as a whore were indeed a step below taken by a beast.

Rebekah's fears were in part realised in part allayed, Hope spoke of the men, clustering round but too disciplined to touch, even when Col Davenport took their mistress away for chastisement.

Hope spoke of the girls each bidding for the men's attention a glimpse of inner thigh, then of pale white breasts then each out doing the other, and Hope forgetting her station as maid joining in raising her skirts as did they but unconscious that of all only she wore no bloomers, and that her slot alone was on public view, she believed for a while that she were most desired of all, and dreamed of choosing this militiaman then that one to form an orderly queue for her charms, but of course such was not to be, yet she served all hours, snatching only such sleep as she could steal, while the harlots filled their coffers for merely resting abed. It did not seem fair.

The entertainment commenced with a cock fight, then the badger fought valiantly and indeed triumphed, the terriers crushed within its mighty jaws till at last it were released through a funnel of humanity to its pen wherein in was entrapped and as the crowd cheered one Corporal did smash its bony skull with a great axe.

The beast was carted away, the men knowing full well that they would be partaking of that very flesh when called to dine at the cook house on the morrow. 

As all the excitement built so did the Harlots wait, some serving the early comers others waiting nervously, yet excited at the prospect of so many virile bed mates eager for their charms, Hermione had enlisted assistance from two worn out hags of thirty five summers or more, who though well versed in the art of whore-dom had themselves been ravaged by such disease that no man would touch them, and these sought to serve as maids for the harlots as Hope was now to be the star harlot instead of mere harlot's maid.

Hannah and Georgia ministered to Hope, gently bathing her and with consummate skill whisking away the fur from shoulder pits and the lower belly with their razors so she was a clean and smooth as a new born babe, then to Hope's great surprise and indeed relief a mask, the head of a dog or bitch in form they strapped to her head to hide her shame, while over her back was draped a simple coat of dog hair yet her mounds and her buttocks and her slot all remained to public view displayed.

To complete Hope's transformation around her throat was placed a collar of leather with an iron buckle such as adorns usually a dog, and from it again a stout leather strap, again her waist they encircled with a stout wide leather belt and from it chains to each ankle.

"I can't stand up" complained Hope. 

"It adds to the excitement if you crawl, now still thy tongue" suggested Georgia, and they looped Hope's strap around the handle of a door and she obligingly waited quietly for her fate.

Then Hannah dressed in her Garb, A Regimental coat alone she wore, naked as a babe below, and then did Hermione dress in her costume, the dress of a princess if a princess should choose bare buttocks and to have her mounds and teats displayed but below she wore a stout belt dropping below between her very legs and supported thereon a full foot of polished black ebony the very effigy of a beast's rampant prong, and it strained forth mightily and to finish a tiny black mask to hide her visage.

And so the main event came.

A drum roll rang out then a Sergeant called "My Lords Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Beast,"

And from the door stepped Hannah and behind crawled Hope in her mask and her collar and strap and a great cheer arose from the Soldiery, and as she was taken to the 

stage did Hope appreciate the extent of her descent, her crawl of shame, yet crawl of anticipation it may more properly be called, the mask the snout of a dog allowed no vision forward and little enough to the side yet Hermione expertly guided Hope up the ramp to the stage and on to the bench where she was to be restrained, in seconds she was bound to the bench by her strap, face down, her mounds sagging down past where the bench had been shaped for the purpose and her hips supported excellently such as to afford instant access to all the lower orifices. 

A mighty roar of surprise rose from the assembled throng, and a great cheering arose

And again the Drum roll "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Beauty"

And Hermione strolled easily into the arena,

Laughter and cheers near raised the roof of the great shed and the Militia waited the moment of triumph as in true fear did Hope anticipate her fate.

Hermione had troubled thoughts, such had seemed a great jape yet suddenly she was to enter her ebony appendage within another as a hundred and more observed and cheered, yet she saw such she must do and in all promptitude as soon as she entered onto the stage did she engage the tip of the ebony within the lips leading unto the Maid's womb and she thrust mightily to insert the same as she thought an inch, yet such was Hope's anticipatory moistness that accompanied by intense screams the monster disappeared inches within the maid such that to the throng it appeared the whole length had slid therein.

Cheers and laughter rang out anew.

But as the men cheered Hermione realised there was nothing to follow, a hundred to serve six maids surely a riot should ensue but as she humped as man or beast might though she looked as beauty or princess the pleasure of the pressure of her thrusts upon her own tiny bud grew manifest and she needed to ride to her own fulfilment.

It was at the same moment beauty and beast both reached that pinnacle of pleasure which thye so oft sought but seldom found and the thrusts subsided to gentleness and then stopped.

An anticipatory hush fell then coarse jeering arose than a voice, "Grey's Attention" Col Davenport shouted and the room hushed as a hundred and more stood to attention, "Stand easy, Drummer a roll?"

Davenport feared a riot, and seizing a chair which he stood upon he made an announcement, "Ladies and Gentleman. We have a further diversion for you."

Davenport continued "A contest, each may pay one shilling and he who shall remain within the wench longest may receive ten shillings prize, now who shall take up this challenge?"

One then another and a third stepped forward. Davenport continued "And within the house the Ladies of the night await"

Hannah and Hermione slipped away and the terrified Hope alone remained restrained the unwilling machinery whereby the contest may be resolved. Then as a Sergeant stepped forward to take charge of the contest, Davenport followed the whores to their abode. A queue of patient soldiery formed out-with the door, as Davenport spoke.

"I do believe you are determined to ruin me Madam," Davenport declaimed. "twice now riots among my men have I narrowly averted and now a further crisis looms, one hundred to serve and but six to serve same." 

Davenport was worried that enough harlots were not abroad for to service his men adequately, but he had experience of continental brothels, even the Arabs and put forward a suggestion, a minute passed and then somewhat uncertainly Hannah agreed to test the idea, first they pushed the bed aside laying instead the bedclothes upon the floor, then with her small brown orifice well lubricated with honey and the pink slit lubricated with her own juice she invited the first militia man to lie down, he acceded and she sank down upon his appendage then while his friend sought to take the pleasures of sodom. the resistance threatened to foil the scheme but slowly he eased within and the third came in and was instructed he should place his manhood within her mouth so that she may give ease and relief with her teeth and tongue.

"Shame she cannot manipulate two more with her hands and better yet two further with her feet" Hannah murmured in jest yet she realised such would fall entirely into the realm of practicality.

And so was the pattern established and three at one time did each girl service, except Hope, still bound in the performing ring, like a dog while a sergeant of militia collected a shilling from each who chose to service her, and all counted the seconds down as each performed, yet the performances so severely curtailed were by the unaccustomed excitement afforded by an audience that none were able for more than a minute and a piece to remain both rampant and sheathed.

For Hope's part she cried profusely, but whether from shame or pleasure we know not as within the space of a few hours from taking her first man she was taken by her twenty first. Soon it seemed the contest were done and the militia drifted away yet she remained bound and seeing same one then another took their pleasure throwing a shilling or perchance a farthing upon the stage as payment, as she remained forgotten by her sisters and Mistress alike. 

And yet within the confines of the Bordello, a strange sight, while the Harlots and maids strained mightily to serve the throng, Hermione locked herself away with Col Davenport talking and after a while he took her to bed and having taken his pleasure was found kissing her like she were his lover, while she for her part wished so fervently that her lover he could be and even dreamed that his child she should bear. 

Night then early morning came to Catesby, and a long line of impoverished and weakened but satisfied militia set forth along the main road to return to Heaton camp, their pay now safely within the coffers of Catesby Bordello.

It was morning when Hope was remembered, Hannah released her bonds and brought her within the house and they set to to cleanse her of the slime of so many, the maid was distraught, intact she may not have been but to take her first and twenty first and more man on the same day was the most profound of shocks as she was indeed not the least desirous of a life of whore-dom. Hannah tried her utmost but in this Hope was inconsolable.

Hermione watched with sorrow her dashing Colonel depart not knowing when she should see him again, even if she should see him again and she wondered if she was even yet with Davenport's child as no skin had they used and that she wished more than any other single thing.



A Victorian Lord Ch. 08



Charlie Rokeby, now Lord Ashfordley could scarce believe his ears, the very house alive with tales of his Aunts success at the Bordello, of strumpets dressed as beasts, and the hundred Militia from the "Greys" being served by but six harlots with extreme promptitude yet each being satisfied entirely.

Charlie had wished humiliation upon his Aunt for her wrongdoings toward his Uncle whom she had taken for her husband for rank and title, though she had no regard for him what so ever and had sought and indeed succeeded in driving him to his grave through passion, and in truth he wished retribution for her attempt on his own life and that of his beloved Mary, yet even he had not thought that she might parade in her nakednesss while an entire regiment cheered her depravity.

Rokeby regaled Mary with tales of the Bordello, she could scarce believe the tales, her sister naked and taken by an ebony shaft on stage before hundreds and then twenty and more had taken her in full view of their brothers and yet the thought delighted her, so often had she been humbled and set inferior to her sister and now though disguised as a beast so as she might not be recognised so many had seen her sister depraved, Mary urged that they should make haste to the Bordello and Rokeby readily agreed.

They rode easily yet their mounts covered the ground with rapidity and the great tower of Catesby Church or Abbey as it were and the great yards and station of Catesby Junction upon the mighty embankment soon came to view, and beyond the Bordello, now all restored, the stone steps gleaming, and wood polished and paintwork shining fresh.

Rokeby was impressed, and greeted his Aunt with some affection, "My, My Aunt you truly have found your vocation, In truth I have a proposition for your consideration yet first we seek an interview with my dear sister." Hermione went to find the girl, Rokeby called her back "We have not yet paid dear Aunt, we shall take two hours, pray take four shillings."

Hope was waiting nervously as Lord and Lady Ashfordly attended her in the bed chamber, she felt herself to be maid still not whore or harlot yet twenty and one men and more had already taken her, and a hundred had seen her copulation while it must be admitted her face had been hid by the mask of beast yet of this notion Mary promptly disabused her.

"My poor sister, how far art thou fallen, verily to the basest gutter and beyond."

Hope was distraught, hope lost, her very sister come to humiliate her further.

Mary continued "And which do you seek for your pleasure now, wood, wench or man?"

The tears welled, Hope was dismayed, Mary her only kin with any position from which she may reach out and pluck her from the gutter, since her father had been thrown from the Parsonage and his living by his own daughters husband to tend sheep from a hovel in the wilds and her mother to her own mother had departed, yet she sought to further the humiliation.

Rokeby felt himself an intruder and taking his watch pronounced a desire to watch the "Scotsman" train dash through Catesby and nigh on forty miles an hour with the Florence or the Milan or some such City classification of Locomotive Engine flashing and snorting and the engineers clinging to the beast less the bucking and swaying over the side tracks of Catesby's junctions cast them to oblivion.

Mary envied him the experience yet she had business with Hope to conclude, and she readily agreed to his departure.

Mary interrogated her sister "tell me how did you enjoy your spell as beast, did it excite you, and the prong so many in such a short time my, my." 

Hope forgot her place "You Bitch" she exclaimed.

Mary responded, "No you are the bitch, now dress as you did that night that I may see."

Hope saw she was undone and it was the work of a moment to slip from her maids uniform and to present her dog regalia to Mary "Someone has to fit it around me," she stated firmly.

Mary soon had the uniform applied and her very sister was now her lap dog, bought and paid for for use as she will, she applied the chain so Hope might not rise her ankle and waist being chained close, and slid the mask on then chose to set it aside.

Mary stroked Hopes head. "I always wanted a doggie, but father forbade it yet now have I the perfect beast, shall you be my doggie sweet sister."

"I shall be as you wish for as long as you shall pay my lady" Hope answered.

Mary smiled "Then present thine slot for my inspection, tis bruised and made excessive in girth I'll wager."

Hope lay on the bed for inspection, the touch of Mary's sweet fingers a shock,as she peeled the lips apart to peer within.

"Heavens, sister, one might hide a side of beef within thine slot," and to show the truth Mary slid her tiny hand within he own sister. 

Hope looked on hopeless and helpless in her pleasure, Mary's whole fist within her tantalising tickling tormenting. "Whom do you love, whore, man, wood or perchance your own sister" The eyes and face said all.

"Please take me to paradise," Hope pleaded and so Mary the fine lady took her own half sister the basest whore in the establishment to paradise with her fist, and her kisses upon her sisters, neck.

Hope lay back exhausted her dog harness soaked with her own sweat as Mary's hand withdrew from her dripping slot with a mighty "Plop".

"I have need of a dog on the morrow so pray package up your uniform and a snack and wait upon me for I shall surely have you sent for."

Mary wiped her glistening hand and smiling left the chamber, her own juices churned and her teats like bullets yearned for Rokeby's touch and his alone.

Rokby awaited Mary in the Parlour where Gentlemen awaited the harlots, and as soon as she was come he took her aloft to a whores chamber and used her to her entire satisfaction, the harlot Hannah indeed banged upon the partition boards demanding they cease their cries and yelps of love, lest it distract her customer from his task.

Copulation completed and satisfaction regained our lovers repaired once again to the Parlour, "What is this I hear of Davenport." Rokeby asked.

"He took me, yes, I am a whore, that is my profession." Hermione responded.

"Come Aunt, 'twas seen, no money could buy an unwilling whore for a hour or more for one when queues stretched and others served three at one session."

Hermione blushed "Do not mock me, I worship him, it is my fondest wish that he and I might one day".... tears formed "That I might be his mistress."

Rokeby pondered, "I shall set the spies upon him, but if you are to leave for slavery tied to but one, pray train a lieutenant that the Bordello may prosper even though you be gone."

"Thank you sire" Hermione felt gratitude.

"What call you, yourself? not Lady Ashfordly I trust" He asked.

"Why Madame Le Bonk except it be spelled Bank," she answered.

"Then I shall offer the bargain, Madam Le Bonk, train a lieutenant then I shall assist in the matter of Col Davenport."

She nodded, "Pray do not mock me."

Rokeby nodded, "find a Lieutenant and Davenport's mate you shall be."

Mary watched the aged hag cleaning. "What doeth that crone?" she asked.

Hermione replied. "Verily she was diseased, and though cured her visage and her very privates are not pleasant to view so toileth she as maid."

Mary had an idea, a partition, holed in place that a prong might slip through for to be manipulated by tongue or lips or slot or other of another regardless of their visage for in truth neither lover would regard their mate, so such broken harlots or those of excessive ugliness might still serve, and those still comely might serve those who wished relief regardless that they had such ugliness or disfigurement that no whore may accept them regardless of payment be it three or even ten times that habitually demanded. She resolved to set a trial with her beloved to ensure such would prove efficacious prior to suggesting such a stratagem that harlots who ugly aged hags have become may serve and give satisfaction once more.

Mary lay abed that night, reliving the time before she met her beloved, when she saw no hope of marriage and spent her time in pious pursuits such as the church and in learning while her supposed sisters idled and took no advantage of the education the Ashfordly governess squandered upon them, and yet from her own raise in circumstance so Hope her half sister so it had proved, bastard offspring of the illicit union twixt her mother and the then Lord Ashforldly, hoped to prosper, had Hope and Faith showed her some charity then such she would have willingly repaid but such had not been given and more suffering was in essence, more humiliation, indeed far more, before any compassion should she feel, and the humiliation should continue on the morrow.

Rokeby had business that morn so it was that before even the break fast Mary sent a footman with the cart and a soverign to fetch Hope from the Bordello. Mary having served her lord to his entire satisfaction and indeed her own dressed in her hunting garb with her back-pack and pistols and walked to the furthest extent of the Estate upon the Catsby road there to wait upon her sister.

The sun struggled to rend asunder the mists of morn yet so soon was the Cart arrived and the sisters reunited that barely could the field edgings be seen one from another for the haze. Hope descended from the Cart, nervously, in her maids uniform.

Mary addressed her sternly, "Your uniform, as was worn when we met yesterday,"

"I have it as you asked Mary" Hope answered.

"Mistress, you shall call me mistress, or bark, yes you shall bark for me, Whoof Whoof, you try."

"I shall not, you are evil" Hope turned to remount the cart, but she did hear the Pistol cocked and thought again.

"Place your maid's clothes upon the Cart and dress in your true uniform, Mary instructed as she waved her pistol and poor Hope did divest herself of her raiments every single thing in the fullest clear view of the Footman, and to stand naked before her mistress awaiting her dog like adornment.

Mary set down the pistol and clasped the leather collar around her sisters neck then the face mask did she attach then finally the wide leather belt and chains to the ankles so Hope once and so recently the beauteous peacock of the Vicarage lay naked beside the Catesby road, only her face hid from view but her slot and her mounds and the very teats thereon even her small brown rectum all on plain view to all displayed.

"Away to the House Footman" ordered Mary throwing also the dog fur jacket upon the cart and so were taken Hope's clothing confirming her nakedness was for a while at least to remain.

"Come," ordered Mary and she strode forth.

"Mary I cannot stand my ankles are chained," shouted Hope.

"Tis mistress and you must perforce crawl or crouch as you please but always at my bidding as you are now my Gun Dog, come"

And so the sisters walked the boundary beside the hedge, Mary striding, Hope scuttling along as best she may, crouched then on her knees and hands, then crouched again until the very corner of the estate. where they did halt.

"Hope, tis a good name for Gun Dog is it not, now this be the furthest extent of my Lords domain and I ask you should mark it for me as is a dog's wont." Mary asked.

Hope was confused, she looked up from her haunches as she sat waiting, "Mark"

"With your scent, as dogs do, relieve thy bladder."

"I can't I don't need to."

But Mary was prepared and the cup attached to her waist soon fetched water from the tiny stream that flowed there and Hope drank her fill and more, and soon was able to perform as her mistress demanded though she thought she should die of shame throughout the whole thing,and even as the stream of foul water flowed from her Mary dragged her away by her strap so the wetness fouled her legs and knees as she ventured forth. 

And so they went forth, through grass and straw fields, and mud and stone and throughout Hope endured steadfast, praying that none should see her and wishing she might see the entire ground open and take her within.

At length Mary grew weary of Hope whining and taking away her head piece she did take a strap of leather she had brought and cut a slit therein through which she did pull the harlots very tongue so that with strap fastened behind the neck Hope could not but squeal or bark. The head-dress she then replaced, and on they sailed.

They passed a lone shepherd, staring "Tis a special mongrel Gun Dog" Mary explained and ere long the second corner, then knowing her obligation Hope did squat and foul the ground as directed, and then away they went, towards a distant shepherds hovel.

Mary saw but scarce recognised the broken figure she regarded in the door-way, was it really he whom she and indeed her sister had called father, though in truth none such was he, her mother having conjoined with the late Lord Ashfordly for to procreate Hope and her sister Faith.

Mary spoke "Good morrow Father, doest thou relish the life of good shepherd?"

Mary regarded the filth of the Hovel, a floor of dirt or sheep dung and a bed of straw, yet a stone hearth and chimney for warmth that it might be snug and warm in the snows of winter, the Shepherd ushered them inside.

"Tis honest work my child, and hard, I am grown strong, the honest clear air hath purged my lungs of the dust of the study and from the toil of sermons am I so pleasantly relieved, but if thine mother was thy quest I fear thy odyssey be in vain, for she hath deserted me."

"I bring a pass-time for thee father, that thou may refrain from the fornication with thine own hand and take pleasure from a Dog-woman the lowest base harlot from the Bordello but as tis your Birth-Day I thought I ought to offer thee a treat."

Peasbody regarded the harlot more beast than whore, its legs matted with filth, yet its slot willing and available, indeed moist from the humiliation which to its shame it found an unbearable excitement, Peasbody had indeed of recent time fornicated not except for the emissions in his dream times, yet here was offered a truly succulent slot in the person of a base yet young whore yet even such being beyond his slender means.

Every sinue of piety and decency within him fought his lusts, yet so seldom had such promise of paradise been laid before him that prong overcame reason and it reared mightily shooting from within the shepherds smock like a pike-staff.

Hope squealed and yelped like a very puppy as she sought to dissuade her father as so she had for so long called he, from despoiling her, yet her tongue tied and face masked she was entire unable to so do, and needs await her fate in terror, yet in terror did her teats swell and her slot with moisture did well up, and a warm yearning spread though her loins though she fought it as hard as she may.

Mary watched in fascination as Peasbody disrobed, an easy task, for naught but smock and clogs did he deport, his very skin caked with filth and the boils that from filth derive, and so with prong rampant he set about the harlot as she squat upon her haunches in he filth of the hovel floor, even as among the sheep dung she squat, in her nakedness waiting upon him.

Peasbody was transported to the very heaven, the slot so young yet so easily did he enter and with so much slipperiness, that the act of love be devoid of effort, in his minds eye he saw the poor wench suffering such disfigurement that she must perforce hide her ruined visage with a dog mask lest her disfigurement prevent those thoughts of paradise which are of necessity if rampant prong is to result yet as his prong again and again surged within her within and she whimpered with her pleasure and then held him close in her own passion she felt Mary approach and commence to loosen the straps of her disguise.

"No" Hope tried to shout, yet her poor tied tongue would not permit of such utterance and with her last vestige of modesty to be so soon taken she reached the basest point of her descent.

"Hope" exclaimed the Reverend, as his prong exploded beyond any length or girth it had known and started to pump the very seed of life within her loins, the tongue strap away too was taken and she sought to speak yet her lips found that of her mate and her pleasure was entire.

Hope spoke "Oh father how have I missed you,"

Mary reprimanded her, "Ashfordly was your father, madam, not this shepherd, I alone am his progeny."

Hope nodded, "So t'was not incest, we to hell shall not descend and the Reverend and I may fornicate as we please and bear your half sisters though myself I your half sister be."

Mary was stunned, the humiliation failed, but seen now as kindness and as she watched they in their turn humiliated Mary as Hope strove to bring the life to the Reverends Prong anew with the tricks she had watched so recently in the Bordello, kissing, sucking pressing her mounds against it, enclosing it as she her mounds pressed inwards upon it until once more it reared proud and she guided it within her slot with her own hands. 

"Tell me a story Daddy, the like of when I was a little girl, of how the knight on the white charger will come for me."

Yet he chose to still her words with his mouth, kissing, exploring her mouth with his tongue as his prong explored her very innards and he dreamed, he dreamed of her sister, Faith, so often in his most secret dreams had she rested upon his prong, yet never had he dreamed of Hope, yet it was she embedded deeply upon his very prong. Truly does the Lord move in mysterious ways he avowed.

The love subsided, his bare ass stilled its thrashing and humping and they laid still in their satisfaction, their love manifest, their care for each other absolute and their situation among the filth a trifle,

Mary broke the lovers embrace with a tug on the strap and Hope rose and shouting her fond farewells over her very shoulder she followed Mary from the hovel, walking through the long grass to the small river, where Mary halted and divested Hope of even the very straps and collars before propelling her to the waters embrace.

Hope screamed, the water chilling her, yet the mud and dung washed from her easily with the current and finding the depth she swam briefly, cleansing herself, she realised Mary must perforce at the hovel had released her foot chains as she had walked easily and wondered what was now in store, a naked parade through the Village, well so such she should bear, indeed she should shame Mary with such a public display of debauchery from her own fingers as never had been seen.

Yet Mary had different plans and soon they sat together, clean rags from Mary's back-pack dried Hope and with an ivory comb did Mary comb Hope's hair and even as she settled into the warmth of Mary's embrace did Hope feel anew the touch of Mary's hand upon her very private-most parts and as she again grew wet from within so did Mary's whole hand once more slip within her and again to paradise was she transported.

"Man, Maid or Ebony, which does thou most desire my sister." asked Mary.

Hope smile "You of course, Men go soft, but you can reach within my dearest Sister, my Mistress my love, you alone can see me in Paradise three or five times without rest, tis you I most desire, Mistress."

Mary smiled "A pretty accolade, yet my hand no seed spurts forth, and I own My Lord Ashfordly's seed is the greatest pleasure as it fills me entirely."

Hope nodded "Tis legendary, there was not a whore in Whitechapel who would not have lain down nay paid for Charlie Rokebys prong to lie within her loins and flush her entrails mightily with his emission, the Bordello girls spoke of him with awe yet he is now thine alone, they say thou art the wanton-est whore in the firmament if thou and thou alone canst satisfy such a monster"

From her back-pack Mary produced first a robe of fine Chinese silk in which she had Hope enrobe then dainty white court shoes with raised heels maybe three inches and in such unfamiliar garb so again did Hope find humiliation in her unstable gait and her constriction of the hem as she might not stride out but must perforce shuffle with dainty steps as a child may, yet unseen Mary threw the dog head and straps to the current so that none might recreate her sisters humiliation.




A Victorian Lord Ch. 08



So it was with the beauty of a peacock yet helplessness of a child that she entered the village of Dighby wherein she had lived, and on to the great Ashfordly House which sat on its far side and the yokels stared and yet lusted after the apparition.

Hope dined in style with the Lord and Lady then restored to her own maids uniform was sent hence in the cart, with the Footman given a shilling to pay in case he should desire her, and yet he, standing tall and broad shoulders with kindly face and winning smile was such that she would willingly have taken him, and she one that he could but dream of, yet neither had the sense to communicate their desires and so she returned untouched and unsatisfied to the arms of her beloved Hannah.

Yet Mary's triumph and feeling of well being was but temporary for early the following morning she faced disaster.

Mary walked slowly through the morning mists, attired in her poachers garb pistols ready and her fish and rabbit snares at hand, her tummy bulged but slightly but with pride at the babe resting within which made her breathless to a degree and was to lead to her downfall.

She entered into a tiny clearing in his Lordship's woods, her own dear husbands woods and as nature called she unhitched her breeches and undergarments and squat down to seek to relieve the pressure upon her bladder.

Insensible she remained of her assailants approach until pinned behind were her arms by the one and as she struggled for freedom were her boots and breeches wrenched from her by his accomplice for Gypsy vagabond poachers had she disturbed and they seeing as 'twas wench not man sought to sample her charms for their pleasure,

Mary thought furiously, her guns lay in uselessness as did knives and snares yet she would not submit, though her very life be forfeit indeed and that of the babe, her faithfulness to her Lord being of import greater than these by far, yet while she plotted she remained silent for as she knew none should be abroad nearby.

One spoke, and spoke not as Gypsy with the Gypsy lilt to his words but as one from nearby with the Ashfordly or Dighby rhythm to his speech.

"'Tis Ashfordly's Harlot, greatest whore in all England, let us sample this delicacy "

cried the reprobate.

"But what if she tell upon us" cried the second, yet his accomplice took a snare and pulled tight indicating her fate.

Jacket and shift were torn from her in a trice, leaving her naked yet unafraid.

"Jakko, You have first poke"

"Leave some for me Dighby" went the banter as the rape commenced yet her teats remained flat and no moisture seeped from the secret places, despite the rough hands and sweet caresses of the tinkers, the smaller assailant Jakko pressed his appendage against her lower lips yet her muscles clamped the orifice closed most firm denying even a half an inch of entry.

"I am not ready fools, pray assist that I may take thee easily, lick me kiss me caress me, as does my Lord Ashfordly," and so were the rapists tricked and bamboozled, as Mary moaned in mimicry and play acting at their ministrations to her mounds and yet sought their lips upon her own.

Dighby kissed his way along her neck from mound to lips and then to the heaven of her mouth, she ran her very tongue around his mouth and his teeth and moaned with pleasure then as he as a lover may ran his tongue in her mouth and teeth in his turn, he suddenly felt pain and tasted blood and he released her hands and tried to throw her away from him. yet he failed as Mary's dainty teeth sliced slowly into his tongue severing so slowly the tip, he could neither free his tongue nor cry out and with her own hands now free Mary clasped a pistol and aiming unsighted pulled a trigger.

Jakko screamed, such pain as man had never endured shot through his body, as his prong deflated flopped to uselessness, the sac and the ball therein shot away and with them much of the fleshy base of the prong, blood flowed freely and yet still she held Dighby by the tongue as he struggled until his tongue tore into two portions and he staggered back, but Mary was ready first left then right eyeball she smashed with the very firing tube or barrel of her pistol, and with bursted eyeballs the tinker staggered blindly, screaming for help yet his friend, his mind in shock at the loss of his manhood could offer no assistance and Dighby collapsed in a helpless heap.

Mary saw she was triumphant, "This slot is for his Lordship's pleasure alone," she cried pointing to her own loins, "come Mr Dighby take pleasure with me" and she untied the strings of his breeches and grasped his prong, in agonised sight-less-ness Dighby felt her breath on his loins and soon his prong stiffened to her nibbling his Ball sac, yet the nibbling was so soon changed from welcome to pain and beyond as her teeth worked on it as on a piece of gristle or tough meat, and soon the blood flowed, and on she chewed as he screamed and screamed like an animal or lost virgin and she devoured his very balls, completely, as they fell from the torn sac so she chewed and devoured them one then the other, and as was done whether from pain or blood loss or shame we know not but the blood ceased to pour forth and life ceased.

Mary stood, naked, covered with blood and with the vilest meal imaginable departing to her stomach causing her to retch she surveyed her assailants, Jakko still sensible yet near death from the blood gushing forth from his entrails pleading with his eyes, Dighby, dead, devoid of eyes with which to plead bare eye sockets only staring sightlessly in death, but both with copious blood abroad to attract and feed the foxes.

Mary stripped the corpse and as he yet slipped towards the final journey to the warmth of hades she stripped the other of clean clothing and took it for drying rags as she repaired to bathe in the nearby stream, then cleaned she found her raiments still serviceable and having dressed she made to leave the poachers for the crows and foxes and rabbits and maggots and worms to feed upon, and she felt not the slightest remorse.

It was sadness she felt, for her hunting had now to cease, the Rabbit or Pheasant on which many a poor family had dined having found same on the doorstep with the note with her mark, was something they for the present must forgo as she must now remain at the Great house to protect her Lords heir or daughter, though she convinced was that it were Heir.

She walked perfectly steadily, undressed cleaned herself and twas only when she found her Lord at work with Flemming that she broke down and sobbed, regaling the friends with her tale.

The Constable was sought and he returned having seen the corpses, the foxes and crows having dined already, and Lord Ashfordly gave permission and indeed paid for the bodies to buried in the verge of the Catesby road as a warning to other poachers, and all agreed the rape should not be broadcast, yet by nightfall not a single man in Catesby was uninformed of the event though improperly it must be admitted and the 

tale was the talk of Whitechapel by morning, the Guard of the London train having the loosest tongue in england so twas said.

But Mary's greatest fear was that she in her terror might no longer admit of her Lord within for his pleasure, so as soon as they may they retired to the bed chamber, yet as soon as her Lord had stripped her to nakedness and the familiar feel of his hands and breath had been recognised did her juices flow and her muscles relax and her teats again like harden like bullets, and her Lord within her slid with the greatest of ease and their pleasure was complete.