The Servant Girl
By HorseRadish. 2008
Chapter 1: The Barn.
����������� Long I travel the lands as the only
doctor for this far country.� I�d
finished treating Lord Farthworm for his re-occurring gout.� I advised the overstuffed bird to stretch
his legs, not his eating forks.� As
usual, I gave the lecture and the lotion, knowing that he�ll grab his gravy
ladled spoon as soon as I took my leave.
����������� I paused briefly by the barn; my eye
caught the frantic waving of Farthworm's young farm workers.� I often stopped by to visit with them.� The Farthworm family would take the stray
young children off the street and put them in the fields.� It was deplorable, the living condition of
these children.� The dirty floors, the
flimsy wooden walls that barely kept the winter winds out.� I can only take solace in knowing that they
fared better here than on the streets.�
����������� The young ones, they urgently issued
me to their barn, their home.� The
youngest one silently pointed to the upstairs sleeping area.� The others were also very quiet, in a very
concerning way.� I strided up the
ancient wooden steps, to an area that was new to me.� On the hay filled bed sat a single figure, immersed in the dark.� I struggled to find a lamp, struck my flint
against the wick and waited for my eyes to adjust.�
����������� A pale young woman stared
plaintively at me.� She had been
crying.�
�What
is it child?�
She
stared silently, her hurtful glances filling the silence.
�I�m
a doctor, you can tell me what ails you.�
I
approached slowly and tenderly.� In her
eyes, I saw a conflict.� She wanted to
trust me, but was reluctant to.�� I
applied my very best manner to her.
�I�m
not here to hurt you.� Your friends
downstairs brought me here to see you.�
A
barely detectable shift in her glance, she had decided to trust me. �She lifted the bottom part of her ragged
shirt.� Her slender arms revealed a
noticeably swollen stomach.� She was
with child.
����������� I tasted an ancient and bitter rage
in my mouth.� I could only guess that it
was one of Farthworm�s own bully sons.�
They treated all their workers like property.� Even taking horrible liberties with them.�� I swept my eyes and grabbed my kit.� Smiling, I placed a small hand on protruding
womb, and felt the progress.� The poor
girl was malnourished and not healthy enough to provide nutrients to her
child.� I bitterly flashed back to that
fat old Farthworm and his triple chinned countenance.�
�What�s
you name, lass?�
�Klaudia..�
she spoke for the first time.
�The
Farthworm boys, one �em did this to you?�
She
answered with her eyes, a large crease in her forehead showed how badly it was
for her.�
�Well
Klaudia, I want to help you, but you have to trust me.�
A
wall inside of her finally broke.� She
desperately clasped my coat and cried until the dusk had settled.�
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����������� I spoke with my house cook,
Marylyn.� She was a large boisterous
woman who mothered me as much as she did her own children.� We spoke of the poor Klaudia, trapped in the
barn.� There was so much we wanted to
do, but so little we could do.� The law
of the country indentured her to Farthworm.�
So we hatched a plan.�
����������� We could not just bring food or
supplies to the poor woman.� The
Farthworm clan would come and claim any goods that were found.� Marylyn, righteous soul she is, hollowed out
one her precious rare books.�� Reasoning
that the Farthworm boys would scatter at the sight of book, it was the best
tool for the sneaking.� She packed it
with fruits, breads and dried meat.��
She sent her eldest son, Jakob, to the farm in the morning with the
book, stuffed with food.
����������� Jakob is a bright young man.� Playful and quick to figure out how to
connive in the toughest situations.�
Naturally, he was perfect for this mission.� He strode up the barn, carrying the book as if it were sacred
text.�
The
elder Farthworm boy, Laso, stopped and stared right at Jakob.�
�What�s
your place here, boy?�
�I�m
to share gospel with your farm lads.�
They wished to have a great harvest, so they wanted me to read of the
glory and pray for our bounty.�
Jakob
smiled serenely and convinced Laso that he was sincere, if not loony.
�You
may stay and listen if you like.� I�m
sure that your father would be pleased if you sat and listened with the
others.� Jakob masterfully played his hand.
Laso
rumpled his face in disgust, wandering off to elsewhere.
Later
on, Jakob would regale me with this humorous tale.�� Since that time, Jakob would carry the book to the farm, and
Laso would be gone.� Jakob so relished
this stunt, that he brought the book to the farm every morning.� None of the clan was wiser.
�A
month later�
����������� I traveled to the Farthworm�s
farm.� I stopped in and checked on the
fatty lord.� He was still fat and gout
ridden.� He damned me for the failure of
the lotion.� As per our routine, I
provided another lotion and another lecture.��
Poor fat idiot.
I
anxiously left his house, hoping for a chance to check upon our lady in
waiting.� I strided up in the barn like
before, but this time, I found the scrawny servant girl was no longer failing
of health.� Her skin was even and
clear.� Her eyes shined and were
clear.� Upon seeing me, She broke in to
a joyous smile.� She hugged me and held
me tightly.� I felt her protruding
stomach pressing against me.�
�Dr
Latham�� she sighed happily.
The
open sign of affection took me aback.� I
realized I was probably the first one to have shown her any kindness.� I was also deeply surprised by how low and
sweet her voice was.� She was older than
I originally thought.�
�Dr
Latham, I am wonderfully happy to see you.�
�As
am I, Klaudia.�
She
lifted her blouse and I saw that she had put the flesh and meat on her
bones.� Her bundle was much larger and
rounder.�
�How
are you feeling?� I asked in my doctor tongue.
�I�m
sleepy, but I�m happy.�
�Any
symptoms, problems?�
�Just
this��
She
lifted the rest of her blouse and I saw.�
Her breasts were swollen tight to the size of apples.� They were taut and shiny.���
�They
itch and sting.� She said.
�I
see� choking down a less than doctoral reaction.
I
quickly reached in the bag and grabbed a solution.� It eased the stretching pains of pregnant women.� I handed it to her.
�Thank
you! But how do I use it? Can you show me?�
For
the first time, I felt a slight bit of guile for the young woman.� I dabbed a little solution on my fingers,
rubbed them together, and began to gently massage her breasts.� I tried my best to not focus on the firmness
of the glands.�
�That
does feel better�� cooed Klaudia.�
I
quickly pulled my supplies together and instructed Klaudia to use the solution.
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����������� 2 weeks of visitations at the
Farthworm�s estate proved to be delightful for a change.� The guile I sensed in Klaudia was a truism;
she would tease me, often bathing when I came for a visit.� Sharing a vision of her legs, carved from
years of hard farm work and her smile that inexplicably housed a perfect set of
teeth.� She would struggle out of the
tub and require my assistance as her belly had become more rotund.�� Amazingly, her breasts had fattened to
round sacks of flesh, firm and yielding as I applied more of the lotion to her
chest.�� I had become quite good at
hiding my discomfiture.�� Her eyes
locked with mine and I noted affection and understanding in them.�
����������� At her pregnancy continued, I
fretted about her being alone in that barn when her time came.� I�ve delivered several squalling babes and I
knew that a learned hand is vital to the survival of mother and child.� So I fretted and paced a night or two before
coming to a decision.� I shared my plan
with Marylyn and she agreed merrily.�
Marylyn was more pleased than I would�ve thought; she obviously sees
something that I�m not so sure of.
����������� I rode up to the Farthworm farms, to
confront the ancient decrepit Lord.�� I
demanded that he see me.� Taken aback by
my insistence, he complied and allowed me entrance.�
�Lord
Farthworm, There is a young woman with child in your barn.�
�Ah
yes, one me boys havin� a bit o� fun with the help.� Chortled Farthworm.
I
was only slightly surprised at the callous response.
�I
am going to take her with me, to live at my estate.�
�I
see.� And what is your offering price�
bargained Farthworm.
�The
promise that the child will never claim any of your estate once you are passed
on.�
Farthworm
grimaced and thought of the possibility of his two sons having to divide the
lands between a bastard.� He
sighed.� One could almost hear
Farthworm�s plan to have a little talk with his lamentable sons.
�Very
well.� Take the thing and travel
off.�� He sighed.
����������� I nearly stumbled up the stairs of
the barn, only to be greeted by a pitiful sight.� Klaudia lay on her bed of filthy straw and shivered as a scrap of
a blanked covered her.� The breath was
visible in the air and she shook and trembled as warmth escaped her prone
body.� I quietly kneeled before her and
placed my coat over her shoulders.� She
stirred and smiled at me.� A tear fell
from her blue tinged cheek.
�No
more tears, my dear.� We�re moving you
to your new home.�
I
was incorrect.� The tears began to flow
freely now.� We shared a cry together as
we held each other.�
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����������� Marylnn was tickled to see a woman in the stodgy
doctors house.� She�s long complained
that a man of my measure shouldn�t be without a partner.� I chided her for her romantic notions,
reminding her of why we�re taking in this border.� She smiled even wider, stating in silence what she really
believed.�
I
was finishing a light supper in my study and decided to call it an eve.� I stretched and wandered off to my
bedchambers.� After changing in to
clothes for the night, I covered myself with a quilt and closed my eyes.�
�Dr
Latham?� Klaudia whispered out.
�Yes
my dear?�
�I�ve
not shaken the cold from my bones, may I share your warmth.�
The
double meaning was clear as a winter sky.��
I hesitated and thought of the implications.� Then I simply decided to do what I thought was best for the baby.
�Certainly,
please join me.�
I
moved over and gave her room to slip beside me.� She carefully guided her weighted body to my side.� She grabbed my arm and wrapped herself in
me.� My swollen pripriac organ
embarrassed me, pushing against her posterior.�
She moaned and pushed against it.�
I swallowed in anxiety, pain and pleasure as this soft sweet young woman
proceeded to create a friction of sexual touch between us.�
����������� She did something I would�ve never
dreamt of.� She gingerly pulled up her
night shawl, and removed my male organ from my nightshirt.� She gently tugged it and placed it at the
fount of her womanhood.�� She slowly and
exquisitely pushed herself on to me, luxuriating in my long abandoned
device.� I felt her warm wet hole
stretch and wrap tightly around me.�� I
was fighting for breath, sanity and release.�
I placed my hands on her breasts, and found primal joy as they were
swollen far beyond what I could palm and just as firm.� She moaned and pressed them in to my hands,
as far as her protruding belly would let her.
����������� I felt years of stress and solitude
released in throbbing blast that seemed to last forever.� To my shame, sleep overcame me before I
could even mumble my joy.� But as my
eyes closed, I heard her sweet voice.
�I
love you.�
����������� The next morn, my eyes squinted to
the sunlight.� I felt her soft rotund
weight pressed against my body.� Both of
us, naked.� I felt conflicted since I am
her doctor, but the waves of sexual release quickly squashed that.
����������� The smell of breakfast trigged my
stomach.� That wonderful busybody of a
housekeeper had known all along!� I
gracelessly sat up and looked at my lover.�
She glanced up, smiling softly, knowingly.� Ah, The secret world of women!�
They know us better than we know ourselves.
����������� The women of my house had
successfully conspired against my bachelorhood.�� Despite all my reservations, we were married a year later.� I adopted the child she was carrying.� Now she is carrying my own seed.� Her youthful beauty has never faded, but
grown in to maturity.� Her breasts are
delightfully full and plump to my joyous touch.
����������� There is little to complain, Except
that Farthworm still lives and makes a thorn in my side every month.��