“You are evil!” Miss Williams snarled.
“And young Chargrove’s cock, will you bite that as well?” the Lord Lieutenant enquired.
“Ugghhhh,” Miss Williams gasped as the Constable playfully waggled the truncheon in Miss Williams womb as he continued tio pound her rear end.
“I shall not offer that opportunity,” I offered, “I shall confine my penetrations to the parts the good lord intended.”
“Oh very noble,” he replied, “And you Miss Wiliams? shall you relish swallowing young Chargrove’s emissions.”
“I,Oooohhhh, shall not,Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she gasped as a look of contentment and relief spread across the Constables’ visage as he deposited his seed deep in Miss Williams’ backside.
“So Chargrove, the deed is done,” the Lord Lieutenant confirmed, “Shall you take the trollop away or shall we have her in the stocks?”
“Home sir,” I said, “She has suffered enough.”
“Pronged in all holes,” he laughed, “Well pronged,” he added as the Constable withdrew leaving Miss Williams with his truncheon still deep inside her.
“You evil, evil beasts!” she cursed, “I am ruined, my life is ruined.”
“Ruined indeed, why Miss Williams it has hardly begun,” the Lord Lieutenant declared, “Consorting with three Gentleman at one time, that is whoredom Miss Williams, punishable by three months incarceration and branding as a whore.”
“And that will not be necessary,” I declared, “I shall go surety for Miss Williams, now pray find her some rags to wear and we shall be gone.”
“Oh very well,” he said with bad grace and he strode purposefully from the room.
It was rags indeed they brought as Miss Williams dress was ruined entirely, a maid’s smock, cut low revealing the cleaving between her ample bosoms was all he made available and so it was thus attired that she left his lodgings, but not before I had to go surety for her in the sum of ten guineas in lieu of imprisonment for the offence of whoredom and consortation with men other than her husband and also an exorbitant blacksmiths fee of two guineas for a branding that was not actually done.
I escorted Miss Williams from the place, “May I offer you a ride home?” I asked.
“It is the very least, the absolute least you might do,” she said her eyes full of tears.
I felt ashamed, I had thought to take her on my horse but there was the hire carriage waiting in the square and swiftly I arranged for it to take us to Chargrove, and for Brabbinger to bring my horse.
She sulked as we travelled home “I ache everywhere,” she declared, “Everywhere do you understand!”
“My apologies,” I said, “If there is anything I can do?”
“Yes,” she said, “Crawl away and die.”
“I meant your bosoms, perhaps if I caressed them, suckled the teats perhaps,” I suggested as I saw they were standing up proudly in arousement.
“Absolutely not!” she said, “Though you might look away while.”
I did no such thing, I stared, and more than stared for I reached out across the cramped carriage and eased her left teat from her bodice. I bent my head to suck upon it, she gasped, “No, oohhh, noooo,” she said, so then I suckled her right teat and she moaned again and I saw her hand sneak between her thighs.
I ceased suckling immediately and lofted her skirts which revealed her fingers were within her, “Miss Williams!” I declared, “What ever has come over you!”
“I do not know,” she said, “Please look away.”
“My dear Miss Williams, within a few moments we shall be at my home and I do solemnly promise that at the first opportunity I shall take you to my bed,” I promised.
“No I merely need some salve or ointment.” she protested.
“I have some special cream,” I said as I looked on at her parts, pleasantly robust thighs, good solid child bearing hips a prime specimen I decided.
I had the carriage stop at Chargrove and I took Miss Williams inside, we entered through the kitchens and I showed her to a room where she might rest, “Here,” I said opening the door to a servants room with a bed and chest and little else. We went in and I bolted the door.
“Cream Miss Williams,” I offered lowering my breeches, I also threw off my jacket and shirt to stand in naught but my leggings.
“Dear god no!” she protested weakly.
“Then your needs shall remain unsated,” I warned and I lofted her skirts high up and over her head and bared her entirely, “Why deny yourself the cream you crave?” I asked, “Sit back on the bed edge and guide me and I promise I shall take you to heaven.”
She looked at me quite levelly, “I do not suppose it will make the slightest difference whether I say yes or no will it? You shall take your pleasure no matter what.”
“And give it Miss Williams,” I said honestly, “I shall use my best efforts to give you pleasure in my turn.”
“Then lets is have done with it, use me as you may for I am quite defeated and broken,” she said sadly.
I stepped forward and gently held her, guided her to the bed edge and she inn her turn guided my member between her legs, up to her soft moist cleft and into her most secret part.
Her body had betrayed her again, her moist cavern welcomed me, craved my seed and sent joyous thoughts racing through her consciousness as I eased myself as deeply as possible within her.
My cheek brushed her cheek as I held her, I kissed her ear, she moaned, I kissed her neck marking it, marking her as mine, and then I kissed her mouth, her lips parted, my tongue explored her mouth and in a shuddering explosion my seed was coursing through my member and into her womb, she shuddered, but our kiss went on for ever, or so it seemed until we both found ourselves gasping for breath.
“Sated?” I asked.
“No, I am even more sore than hitherto,” she said resignedly.
“No matter, it will ease I am sure.” I replied as I retrieved my breeches and dressed, “We shall conjoin again after supper in the hope that it will ease your discomfort.”
“And if that does not effect a cure?” she asked.
“Why we shall try again on the morrow,” I promised.
“You intend to imprison me here?” she queried.
“Oh no, indeed not,” I assured her, “No you may come and go as you please, I shall have your things brought here, you shall share my bed,” I explained.
“And my feelings?” she asked, “Do they count for naught?”
“Naught, Miss Williams, for you have a robust constitution, strong child bearing hips, comely visage, indeed all the qualities for good breeding, you have been pure and godly and I propose to make you fat with child,” I declared, “So what say you?”
“Are you proposing marriage?” she queried.
“Male heir first Miss Williams, I shall allow six months for the swellings to start, if you fail me I shall look elsewhere, do we have an understanding.?” I asked.
“And if not swollen I can go home?” she asked.
“Indeed but I set myself the challenge to give the child every opportunity for life.” I confirmed.
“And the child?” she asked.
“A male I shall name as my heir, a female, well, we can always try again, what say you Miss Williams.” I asked.
“I concur,” she agreed, “If you can pretend that you love me, and call me by my christian name and allow me to use yours.”
“I cannot pretend Serena,” I said, “Give me a healthy son and I shall love you.”
“How soon do you think you will be recovered, John?” she asked, “For I see no reason to wait until bed time to try again.”
Four bloody useless daughters that woman produced for me, four, until finally baby John was delivered, as perfect a specimen as ever was born. Ten and more first borns too stared back at me through my eyes as Miss Williams was shrewd enough to allow me my pleasure with skinny peasant brides to be so I was reminded of how bony and skittish they were and how much more accommodating and undemanding my Miss Williams was. Not that milking my member three and four times a day was not undemanding, but it kept me from straying for a considerable while.
But that is another story.
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