My lord did it please me, the way Rose’s breast swelled and more so the way her teats swelled and betrayed her excitement, and the sudden surge of red to her cheeks as she blushed.
“Some slippers Mrs Cathcart?” I requested and when Rose was provides with the same I requested a chamber be made available, which was done with commendable promptitude, a clean warm chamber with a clean if cold bed, which Mrs Cathcart showed us to and then we were left together the two of us.
“So now?” Rose enquired, stupidly as I disrobed, “Am I to remain here as your, your?” she sought desperately for the word.
“Whore, Mistress,” I suggested, “Indeed, I agreed, so lie for me Rose, and please me for when I tire of you many lovers shall sample your charms, at threepence each time.”
“No!” she protested but I had my little knife and I cut a slot in her pantaloons and bared that part of her which I desired that hot wet part that already quivered in anticipation, and in a trice was I upon her, and her demeanour was such that I knew my attentions were far from unwelcome as I entered her once more, her softness opening like the petals of an exotic flower.
“Enjoy me John,” she said, “Mr Book-keeper, take your pleasure that you may remember it when, Ohhh, John!” she exclaimed, “When you hang, Ohhhh, stop you are too strong, John I say be gentle, please!”
I had marked her neck with my passionate kisses when I looked, I liked what I saw, and luxuriating in her warmth and softness I determined to mark her as mine so all should see, with love bites you see, no more, just love bites, and then the passion overcame me bubbling and gushing from my loins to squirt and flood and engulf her.
“Get off me you great brute!” she protested, after some considerable time laying under me it must be admitted, and than when I did move it was to bare her below her waist and commence to love bite every part of her which might be of immense embarrassment, her belly and inner thighs, her breasts neck even her buttocks and she squirmed away, “What do you want of me,” she protested.
“Everything,” I agreed, “Have Mrs Cathcart style your hair like a whore after supper,” I suggested, “And whorish perfume,” I added, “And rouge your lips like a whore.”
“You shall surely hang!” she said.
“Oh no pantaloons for Rose then,” and seeing she meant to wipe herself I insisted she desist,”Let my mother see I mean to have a grandchild from therein.”
“And how will you know it is yours?” she asked.
“A Chastity belt of course, but first supper,” I said jovially as I dressed.
We went to the sitting room, Dolly had brought us a meal and she gasped at the sight of Rose with her breasts all bruised and love bitten, “John, you are worse than an animal!”
“Is he very passionate?” Mother asked, “Is he as passionate as your other lovers?”
Rose reacted abruptly, “It was you?” she said, “The Highwayman, the man in the bedroom, it was you?” she demanded.
“Indeed,” I agreed.
“Then I have had no other lovers,” She said, “Nor shall I have,” she said sadly, “Who will desire me now.”
“Legions at three pence,” I laughed.
“No, even when you hang and I am returned to my mother,” she said sadly.
I almost capitulated there and then but she needed more time, so we ate and then back to the bed chamber,”Are you insatiable?” she asked as she found me mounting her in the night time but she made no attempt to push me away, and lay contentedly or so it seemed.
The morning saw me find the metal chastity belt used as a toy in the whore house but when I acquired a new pad-lock from the iron-mongers it became a secure preventative.
It took Mrs Cathcart less time to re style Rose’s hair than it took me to find a pad-lock, and with her cheeks and lips rouged she looked every inch the whore and Mrs Cathcart agreed that Rose should learn the art of the whore, how to furnish satisfaction with her udders or mouth or hands, although she should wear her chastity belt to prevent any mounting her, and then at Break-fast Harriet my golden haired sister joined us.
She looked worn out, she sat naked except a shift “I am ruined brother,” she admitted, “But I have no other talents so I shall continue to support mother and Dorothy.”
“Dorothy, we have a new whore to take your place if you wish it?” I explained.
“Oh,” she said noticing Rose for the first time, “Hello, I’m Harriet.” she said sweetly
“It’s Rose, don’t you recognise her, Harriet?” I asked?”
“Oh, really?” Harriet agreed, “No I’ll spare you Rose, I’m only doing mouth at present Aileen and Martha are doing inside, and Joyce bottom so it is.” she paused, burst into tears and cried “Awful.”
I decided to seek information about the expected hue and cry but to my consternation on arrival at the Five Bells I heard a terrible tale of the fate of the pursuing mob.
“Ah his highness the Lord Marchington is dead and his son the Lord Sebastian.” a Yokel told me.
“But how,” I asked.
“Aye, they caught the Highwayman all right, except he and his men was damned better shots than their Lordships.” another told me, “I were there, I see it all,” he said, “Lord Sebastian he went right into the Barn where they hid and challenged like a fool,” he said, “I don’t think he knew what hit him as the ball took the top off his head.”
“And the old man? The old Lord?” I asked.
“His heart,” he said, “He rushed to the Lord Sebastian’s side and groaned and expired so it was left to Mr Toby Monmouth to call for some sense, “Have you the Lady Rose?” he asked, “Yes,” said the Highwayman, “how much do you offer for her,” the yokel said, “and Monmouth he said, “Want her, no we wanted to pay you to keep her!” and as they laughed he ushered us all out of their range save for two that collected their lordships bodies.”
I had to sit down, it was such a shock, oh my god I thought, damn, I was Lord Marchington.
I made my way to Marchington Hall, Dartlington the butler showed me into the drawing room where Toby Monmouth and his friend Alan Cranham were there comforting the Lady Marchington.
“My Lady,” I offered, “I am so sorry.”
“They are dead, I know not how, let Toby and Alan explain,” she suggested, “Please leave me I have matters to attend to.”
“I am Lord Marchington now,” I pointed out, “With Gerald having but one son and Sebastian unmarried I am next in line, which makes me John Harnsworth the 16th Baron Marchington.” I explained, loudly.
I looked around the parlour at Marchington Hall, the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjorie and all the servants looking expectantly at me and she said “You, Lord Marchington,” Lady Marjory snorted “Never!”
“Oh yes Sebastian has no heir so I am Lord, I may cast you out on a whim as you cast my mother out, if I desire.” I explained, “But enough let us hear of the Late Lord’s heroics!”
We listened to ever more detailed tales of Gerald and Sebastian’s heroism and then with the servants gone Lady Marchington, the dowager as she now was asked tentatively, “What shall become of me?”
“My mother runs an whore house, perhaps?” I suggested.
She went ashen faced, then she turned to me, “But what of Rose Mr Harnsworth, please you must help wrest her from the highwayman, she is strong willed and such an asset she could be to a timid cowardly gentleman such as you.”