This time I decided, I should feel her hot body against mine as I possessed her so I wore nothing except for my under shirt I slept in and old leather belt that I found in a drawer and a pair of woollen stockings I found to deaden my footfalls and then standing on the end of my bed I lifted and slid back the panel and it took but a moment to spring through the ceiling into the attic and then it was the work of a few anxious moments once my eyes had adjusted to the gloom to sneak along the broad timbers until I was in the attic above Rose’s room, I lifted and slid back the panel and then I dropped lightly into Rose’s room.
She stirred as I landed, I held my breath and as soon as she had turned over and her normal breathing resumed, I crept silent as a rat and took off the stocking and in the gloom of faint moon light I placed it near her mouth and as she yawned I thrust it home gagging her and swiftly wrapped its brother around her head silencing her.
She struggled mightily but I had the belt and I forced it over he shoulders and down until by her waist it pinned her arms beside her and I could tighten it firmly so she could resist no longer, then I tore away her night shirt and helped myself to the delights beneath.
Her body yearned for my attentions craved my seed even as her mind fought to deny me but as I cast aside my undershirt and crushed her straining teats with my chest so she knew all was lost but still she squirmed and twisted, I could not beat her without drawing attention so I crushed her and forced apart her knees then thighs and thrust my member at he mightily.
She yielded as softy as a daffodil, her innards desperate for me, desperate for my shaft and my milk to soothe and lubricate and sate her womanly needs, but throughout she sought to throw me off her, although her efforts lessened and her breathing came in short gasps and all at once she admitted defeat as my milk flooded her to her utmost extent.
I luxuriated in her warmth for a long moment and then with discretion rather than valour I withdrew and pulled the bedclothes over her head, and my undershirt over mine to hide my nakedness and then using her footstool I replaced the ceiling panel and I made my way to her door which I unbolted and indeed left swinging before sprinting away to my own room.
I replaced my chair and waited in my bed with pistols primed awaiting the hue and cry.
It came with the chambermaids rounds she rushed from Rose’s room screaming as she went to light the fire.
I dressed before I joined the throng, “I was attacked!” she wailed.
“They tried my door also,” I averred, “Thieves and vagabonds!”
“No you oaf they,” she paused, “Ah they tried to, tried but failed to ravish me,” she lied.
“Oh Rose,” Mother said in a ridiculous display of compassion.
“I heard noises,” I alleged, “I slept not a jot, I shall sleep the morning through.”
“But you should be gone,” Rose said uncertainly.
“No John stay and protect sweet Rose!” Mother exclaimed.
“Protect me, he cannot protect himself!” Rose intoned but her face betrayed fear now, fear mingled with contempt for me.
I returned to my bed and slept until Luncheon, dreaming chiefly of Rose, wondering how and where I should ravish her next, and when I woke I found I had suffered an emission, so profoundly did I desire her.
I resolved that I should abandon my quest to retain mother in her home and so I requested that Rose should allow us the use of the farm carts to take their luggage away, she was uneasy but a few guineas sealed the deal and all was made ready for the next morning.
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I had suitable lodgings, the bordello in Liverpool road where Mrs Cathcart held court, she was not the most businesslike of brothel keepers always deficient with my rent and altogether too kindly with her idle whores so I decided Mother and Dolly could usefully lodge with her and a whore house, well, where could be more appropriate for Harriet, she was well versed in the arts of pleasuring men already and here she could find her calling while Dolly could decide for herself.
Mrs Cathcart was not best pleased when I informed her that her tenancy was now void, and her apartments were required, she tried to rouse her girls against me such as there were but when they were informed their services were still required if they chose so their loyalty bled away like the blood from a crushed ant.
I am far from cold and lacking in compassion so as her complement of girls was sadly depleted I allowed Miss Cathcart to stay as a “Girl,” for any of the lower orders as should risk disease for a brief dalliance, whilst insisting her chambers were vacated for mother to move therein, the problem of storage for her things being settled by arranging for the selling of them at market to repay what I was owed.
Mother was less than delighted, she had been a gentlewoman now she was to be a whore keeper, but as I explained, what other choice had she?
We made our way slowly to Liverpool Road where mother was in general pleasantly surprised at the quality of her new lodging, and impressed by the rooms of the girls, Mrs Cathcart’s deficiency as a Madam seemingly being her generosity in the provision of entire rooms rather than the cubicles which were more normally employed.
Mother and Dolly each had a bed-room a shared sitting room separated from the main house with its own door from the street and of course there was a kitchen where the girls in turn performed as kitchen maid and indeed as cook.
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It was therefore a week and more later when I next visited Matson, to find Rose gone away to Marchington Hall, I followed to find Rose was out riding, “With Mrs Witham,” and her parents were refusing to see me while Sebastian had gone to Branston.
Oh my loins yearned for Rose, I had my pistols and my disguise and a shrewd idea of where to find her.
I set off across the country and espied the pair across the valley with their mounts walking easily and seeing their return should be down Grosely bank I lay in wait.
Rose knew instantly what I desired when she saw me step into the road masked, cloaked and pistols drawn “Stand,” I ordered, but poor Mrs Witham fainted falling awkwardly her feet still entrapped in the stirrups as she rode decorously side saddle while Rose rode astride like a man.
“Quickly sister see to Mrs Witham,” I ordered, as like as I could to Sebastian’s way of speaking and Rose instead bolted for home.
“Sebastian you are truly!” Rose cried over her shoulder, hastened on her way by the discharge of bird-shot from my pistol, which peppered her steeds backside and hastened her departure considerably.
Mrs Witham’s steed also tried to bolt but he was confused by her dragging to the side so her mount merely romped round in a circle until I grabbed his bridle, the fat lazy beast being bred for comfort and docility and not speed.
I hid my guns and lofted Mrs Witham into the saddle and then watched as her steed carried her away towards Marchington.