“I see it now, you are evil!” she said, “Twisting your words.”
“Damn you woman!” I said as my member throbbed, “Damnit, I shall ravish you, if only to test my member is fully able, disrobe I say lest I disrobe thee!”
I regretted my words the moment I uttered them.
“No I shall fight you till the last!” she averred, but the last was not far off, she lunged at me seeking to slip past and away out of the door but I sidestepped and she cannoned into me full force chest to chest, breast to breast, her warm softness against my chest, only her shift and my shirt between us.
Conjunction was inevitable, I merely pressed her backwards whilst I raised her shift and undershift seeking the warm moist cleft beneath but though I found the cleft before she hit me under the jaw with her fist, it was sealed tight, cold and dry, entirely un-aroused.
I was not deterred, my straining member was swiftly released and oblivious to her protestations I pressed her down onto the threadbare carpet, with one hand to support me I tried to force my breeches down and to force her thighs apart, in this I failed but I used my knees to force between her knees and eased her thighs apart before aiming my member at her womans parts, but without avail, for she was too tight by far to accept me.
“I shall not succumb!” she screamed as my member refused to enter her time and again while rousing me more and me until finally I pressed him between her belly and mine and began to pleasure myself in a bid to arouse her.
Her warm ample breasts formed a pleasant place to rest my chest, her belly a warm place to press my member and with my aching balls needing release my bid to rouse her turned into quite a pleasant canter in its own right, in fact I scarce realised my member was not actually sheathed within her.
For her part I believe fear prevented her from resisting further, I do believe she feared I would indeed spear her if she resisted further so she lay there her mouth opening and closing wordlessly like a stranded fish as my mind reeled with her warmth and clouds and Tigers and thoughts of Egyptian Harems which we should call brothels and all such thoughts raced through my mind until unconsciously my mind over spilled and with it my balls released..
And what glorious release, a tidal wave of juice burst forth in glorious, heavenly delight as I spilled my seed widely over her belly, shooting it between her soft warm breasts soaking her shifts with my juices, pumping coursing throbbing until every drop was spent. And then I stilled.
She lay too shocked to move, and I too lay upon her for a moment lost in my dreams.
“You beast, you filthy pig, you animal,” she protested but she was lost for words, her belly smeared with my creamy seed.
“My apologies,” I said, “You have defeated me, but I shall return to finish the task,” I cautioned.
“You shall not prevail!” she said uncertainly as she tried to hide her parts without soiling her shift with my seed.
I tightened my belt and took my leave, at once horribly conscious of my own slime upon my chest and mindful of the warm soft woman I left behind me in her cottage.
I rode home and immediately called for my bath, this caused consternation as the cauldron was not even lit and there was merely the range alight and one small kettle sat upon it so it was a cold bath for me, and inadequate in every way to cleanse myself thoroughly but it had to suffice. I had thought to spend an evening in town but instead felt drained so I merely sat quietly in the library reading until I went to my cold lonely bed.
The morning brought the constable and a summons to attend the court of assizes forthwith as the Lord Lieutenant himself wished to interview me. I dressed and went at once, having asked my valet summon Brabbinger my Grandfather’s agent as my counsel.
“Ah young Chargrove,” The Lord Lieutenant greeted me when I was shown to his sumptuously appointed office when he arrived after luncheon seemingly oblivious to my having been in attendance since nine of the clock, “How then devil are you? I am afraid we have a complaint from a Tenant one Miss Williams,” he explained, “Seems you tried to ravish her?” .
He motioned me to sit as he himself sat behind his huge oaken desk. I sat on an immense brown leather couch one of two in the room, each more the size of a small bed than that of an ordinary settee.
“Indeed,” I agreed, “But I could not take her honour for she resisted me forcibly and I withdrew out of consideration.”
The Lord Lieutenant looked me up and down, “Now look old chap, this droit de signeur business, all very well for some chamber maid but mature woman like Miss Williams, have some consideration.”
“Indeed sir, it was a mistake.” I agreed, “But as Brabbinger will show you the documents clearly show I have every right to take her maidenhead.”
“Damnit man, I know that, but what you cannot, must not do is torment the poor woman, she is no foolish maid but a mature creature in all but carnality so take her swiftly and surely, do not dally with her, do you hear.”
“I apologise,” I replied shamefaced.
“Good,” he said, “Constable, bring Miss Williams would you?”
Miss Williams was brought in, all powdered and wigged like some old maiden aunt, “Ah my dear,” The Lord Lieutenant simpered, “We have discussed the matter and young Chargrove here wishes to apologise.”
“Er, I apologise.” I said awkwardly.
“Is that it?” Miss Williams queried in annoyance, “A mere ‘I apologise,’ is that supposed to suffice when two years in the Membury Pound should be your destiny? Are you seriously expecting my forgiveness and that I shall drop the matter entirely?”
“I merely apologies for any hurt I may have caused you,” I confirmed, “So can that be an end to the matter?
“For now,” the Lord Lieutenant agreed, “And Miss Williams with the surrender of your maidenhead to young Chargrove the matter will be closed.”
“Surrender, I do not understand?” Miss Williams protested, “He molested me, did you not understand my complaint?”
“Indeed,” The Lord Lieutenant agreed, “And young Chargrove has apologised to you before witnesses, so it merely remains for him to take your maidenhead and then it is done.”
“Never!” she protested.
“Oh come Miss Williams, consent graciously,” he suggested.
“No!” she said firmly.
“And is that your final word,” he asked.
“Indeed!” Miss Williams confirmed, “Now let that be an end to it!”
“Oh no,” the Lord Lieutenant disagreed, “No, Chargrove is entitled, where would we be if every maid who demurred was allowed to deny her master, oh no, no indeed, that would not suffice, not at all, no Miss Williams, you must not deny Chargrove what is lawfully his, in fact I see no reason why you should not discharge you obligation forthwith.”
“My obligation!” she snapped, “What kind of medieval bastion do you inhabit sir? I shall no more submit willingly to you than I did to Chargrove.”
The lord Lieutenant looked at Miss Williams with something like contempt, “Constable, bare the wench,” he ordered, “Help him Mr ah, agent would you and you Chargrove do your duty!”
The constable seized Miss Williams arms as she tried to punch him and Brabbinger too seized her around the waist as he approached from behind her.
“To your duty man,” the lord Lieutenant ordered, as Brabbinger and the Constable took station to each side of Miss Williams and held her firm.
“Oh, surely some privacy would be preferable?” I suggested.
“No,” The Lord Lieutenant continued, “Miss Williams is entitled to have witnesses to the deed, indeed if you fail then I submit your man must serve as your deputy eh Mr?”
“Brabbinger my Lord,” Brabbinger confirmed, “Indeed I served as the late Lord Chargrove’s proxy on diverse occasions.”
“Unhand me!” Miss Williams protested as she struggled to escape.
“Do your duty sir,” the Constable advised, “This one wriggles like an eel I don’t know how long I can hold her.”
Her struggles dislodged her hat which fell to the floor together with her wig, her silver streaked hair fell in an unruly mass, “Go to it man,” the Lord Lieutenant insisted as he grasped her dress and the front tore open in a cascade of buttons, revealing her shift and her ample bosoms.
“Allow me,” I said stepping forward to release further buttons but it was to no avail, the garment was ruined entirely.
“Rip it off man!” the Lord Lieutenant cried in excitement and he grabbed another handfull of fabric and pulled hard, the dress opened entirely and with a mighty pull her shift too was torn away so her corsets were revealed.
“No!” she protested, and thinking she did not want her corset destroyed I unhooked the hooks behind her and peeled it away releasing her ample bosoms.
Next I peeled down her underskirt and there revealed below a tangled web of silvered blonde curls was her womans parts, still unsullied, unused, wasted indeed, but sealed tight and dry.
“On the couch with her,” The Lord Lieutenant instructed, “Bare her!” and Brabbinger and the Constable peeled away her garments to leave her bared but for her stockings and shoes, and she wept, resistance finally crumbled as she accepted the futility of continued struggles, but her legs remained firmly clamped together.
I probed her parts with my fingers, but she pressed her thighs tight against me.
“Get on with it man,” the Lord Lieutenant urged.
“She is unaroused sir,” I explained.
“So go to it Constable, and you Babbler or what ever your name is, come on chop chop!” he railed.
They needed no further bidding and each sought an ample teat and began to suck while kneading the same breast and yet holding her at one time.
Her protests became more uncertain as her teats became aroused, her expression one of complete confusion and then of alarm once more as I unbuttoned my breeches and loosened my belt.
“Ah I see the problem,” the Lord Lieutenant averred, “Better a candle stick as a precursor to loosen the passage eh Chargrove?” he suggested as he took a slender wax from the table top candelabra and carefully rolled the plain end to a point against the table top, “Please allow me,” he said as he stepped forward and knelt before Miss Williams, first kissing her belly then kissing downwards until he kissed through the tangle of hairs to the beginnings of the cleft leading to her womb.
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