Sunlight sparkled on the wet cobblestones and shadows played their strange tricks as the turret and battlements outline were laid out in darkness across the Courtyard. as the afternoon sun set behind Denby Crag that fateful afternoon.
The clatter of hooves on the driveway announced the return of the new coach, the team of four horses glistening and steaming from their exertions leaned to the curve in strange asymmetry the grey among chestnut and black, a team picked for speed and stamina not mere appearance.
Jane, Lady Ribbenhall waited for the carriage's return and watched for it from her boudoir window high on the Castle's eastern battlement, a former defensive position now a love nest whereby she could see all who approached yet one could observe her, except after darkness when the candle glow sent the ghostly outline of her fornication far across the castle grounds.
Jane had a problem, eighteen months after Charles departure overseas and eight months into her confinement with Brabbinger the coachman's child she had a difficult situation from which to extract herself. The usual solution, pay off a local woman, was made more difficult as the whole household had such loyalty to his Lordship, so with Brabbingers help she had thrown the dice of fate one last time, would it work, could anyone of eighteen years be so unworldly as to allow it, she gripped her comb so hard in her anxiety that it broke.
"Take Miss Lilla to the Rectory, give the new coach a run, Brabbinger," Jane had ordered and Lilla agreed readily, she loved her work at the Sunday School with Rev Lazenby and his wife Cordelia so Lilla always called on a Saturday, and a carriage ride was a special treat.especially when the Reverends son William was home, she so wanted him to notice her, but it seemed it was the Reverend's footman Holmes who could not take his eyes off her.
Jane’s husband Charles, commanding officer of the Denby Militia had barely installed his new wife in the ancestral home of Denby Castle than he had been called to serve overseas and thus had she exchanged the trappings of London society for the cold and damp of Yorkshire, and the company of Gentlemen to domestic drudgery with a bevy of servants and two step daughters. Lilla, a thin elegant girl, the sort Gentlemen would willingly pay Ten shilligs an hour to be with in Whitechapel, and her sister Jasmine, a flirtatious wench as unlike quiet refined Lilla as might be imagined, and now Charles was bringing the regiment home from overseas and in but two months would be back at Denby for the Easter celebrations.
Jane watched for a sign from Brabbinger but he sat impassively as he cracked the whip and tugged the reins to guide the carriage smoothly through the narrow way across the bridge over the moat, yet within the carriage she thought she could see a figure kneeling, her heart leaped, perhaps he plan might have worked after all, the though made her heart skip a beat, but no, she must wait, be patient.
Jane had little fear of childbirth, twice now she had borne children to gentlemen and been paid off, a maid and apartment the price for silence, she supposed her children fared well in the orphanages, and with the money she had not paid for an apartment and childcare but had hauled herself from the gutter to respectability first owing her own bordello, and after the second incident she had purchased the dress shop she had always dreamed of, and finally she ensnared her gentleman.
Poor Charles had no chance, a confirmed batchelor, he took his pleasure from his lusty batman Carstairs as his own appendage dangled uselessly, only in the heat of battle did his own member rise, a most embarrassing situation, yet the sticky wetness in his undergarments each morning proved he indeed retained the ability to sire children.
Charles first married Esmarelda a sickly prim and proper godly girl, an heiress whose warm radiant smile was reserved for chambermaids, dressmakers and flower girls, girls whose dainty fingers gently peeled open the petals of her private place and brought her contentment, her tightness strained only by fingers and Martha's tiny fist, on those occasions she could slip away to the back alleys of Grimley where Martha plied her trade.
That's where Esmarelda died, for in a midden in Grimly while looking for Martha she was mistaken for a whore and she fought to the death for her honour and realised her folly only as she lay dying her needs sated at last by the gush of the assailants fluids as her forced his great snake within her and pounded her frail battered form into the cobblestones with his passion.
She said a heartfelt "Thankyou," as he handed her threepence and slipped away into the night leaving her eyes to glaze over and her life to ebb away.
Charles was distraught, he briefly considered whether he could pass off Carstairs as a woman and marry him but the duelling scar and his reluctance to shave off his beard spoiled that plan, but needful of a mother for his children he sought a suitable mate.
Children, I hear you ask, how did have children with the virgin Esmarelda, well by falsification and deceit, his first Charles, actually the progeny of his sister Venetia and the footman Caisterman, brought up as his own, then a year later was Lilla bought for sixpence from a whore in Acton, a village on the Bath road near London, and then Jasmine from a workhouse in Rochdale, indeed both mother and child had been brought, mother as wet nurse only for the mother to return to the gutter when her milk dried.
But the staff were very loyal to his Lordship and Jane remained completely completely unaware that the children were not Charles own..
Her display of pre marital propriety and hints that she preferred the company of her fellow women convinced Charles that he should not be compelled to perform the distasteful requirement to provide delights of the flesh for this woman despite her hansom appearance and they cohabited in bliss for almost two months before his departure overseas.
The son Stephen, the Hon Stephen, had accompanied his lordship and earned the respect of his fellow officers and men with his insatiable appetites inherited from his true father
Caisterman, yet the family likeness through his mother being his supposed father's sibling was quite remarkable.
But to return to the carriage, Brabbinger hauled the team to an abrupt halt at the main entrance, "Miss Lilla is unwell, fetch a chamber maid" he ordered and Stephen Pilcock the under footman ran to the servants quarters.
"Quick fetch Miss Lilla a Chambermaid's ill." Pilcock shouted.
"Pilcock be name Pillock be nature." moaned Ada Braggins duty chambermaid and she waddled moderately briskly toward the carriage.
Lilla was crying, curled into a ball almost.
"I caught her with a footman," he explained, "The Reverend and Mrs Lazenby were not to be found at Rectory and when I come back from looking for them she were at it we him, I had to drag him off."
"No," protested Lilla, but Ada hustled her away down the corridor to the scullery where the great copper bubbled filled with the warm soapy water of washing day.
Ada dragged out the hip bath and as the other maids came running they helped Lilla to undress and with buckets and ladles filled the bath for Lilla to climb into.
The slime and filth of her union were smeared all about her, down her legs, in the fur of her mound, and most curiously, around her bottom, but little comment was made as the maids tried to make Lilla presentable once more.
"Excuse me Miss Lilla, the Mistress wishes to see you in her little study now." Mitzy Boggins Mi Lady's maid butted in as Lilla lazed naked before the disinterested gaze of the other maids.
Lilla dressed in clean clothes from the laundry, and hurried to see her step mother.
"Oh Ma ma," she cried, "I was set upon I am defiled."
"And by whom?" the step mother enquired
"Brabinger Ma ma." Lilla confessed.
Lady Jane's hand lashed out and caught Lilla across her cheek.
"Don't lie, it was that footman you lust after at the Rectory, Brabbinger told me, I suppose you wish to blacken his name so the truth will not be told," Lady Jane inferred.
"No" Lilla gasped, "No, it was Brabb.." Jane slapped her again.
"To your room, no more lies." Lady Jane insisted, "Take her there Boggins and lock her in."
"No" Lilla cried but Boggins took her roughly by the arm and led her away.
"You best tell the truth girl," Boggins advised Lilla, "I were young once, there was this footman and he and me we were worse than rabbits for a while till he thought I got caught then he were gone."
"No Boggins, Brabbinger stopped the carriage in the woods and came and said something then next thing my skirts were over my head and he was doing things and it hurt, Boggins, my bum hurts," Lilla insisted.
"Never you mind miss, it always do first time," Boggins reassured her, but after a few tries it will loosen up, and you wont be able to get enough, I couldn't anyway but I was a frump compared to you."
Boggins slipped away, locking the door, she had said too much.
Boggins came back later, bringing a pitcher of cordial and a pastie on a platter and a flowered chamber pot.
"Mistress says you are to stay here until you confess." Boggins told her.
"But I told her," Lilla declared, "Why does she not believe me?"
Lady Ribbenhall gave detailed instructions, a pastie, made with the mushrooms from the forest and pork and carrots and parsnips with thick raspberry syrup and blackberries, was to be accompanied with a pitcher of elderberry wine, and Lilla was to remain in her chamber, and leave for nothing until Mi Lady ordered it.
Lilla ate some of the pastie, starting at the fruit end as she usually did, then she took a sip of cordial, it was wonderfully smooth and slid down her parched throat like nectar, the pastie also tasted wonderful and Lilla started singing, everything seemed wonderful, and she did not really know why.
"Boggins, " Lady Ribbenhall bellowed, "No watering down that home made elderberry wine mind, Miss Lilla drinks it neat, is that understood.?"
Lilla woke with the dawn, she left her bed to walk to the window and fell over, her world revolving as she struggled to balance, she tried to eat the toast, bacon eggs and mushrooms Boggins brought her but she only managed to drink a pint of "cordial" before she keeled over and returned to the land of dreams.
The household marvelled at the situation upstairs but tongues remained tight and no word escaped beyond the walls, that Miss Lilla was ill was known but of Mi Lady's pregnancy not one word was uttered.
Sometimes Jasmine came to speak with her older sister but Lilla seldom replied to her as she spoke throught the door but often the sweet lullabies of "My Love is like a Red Red Rose," and "On Ilkley Moor Ba Tat" wafted down the corridors from Lilla's room.
The days passed, every three days cook produced a new pie from prune preserve brought specially from the great store houses of York, and it sat uneaten waiting MiLadys orders, once the under footmen were allowed a slice each but the farting, and the stench from the latrine made them undertake never to consume such again.
Finally the great day came, Lady Ribbenhall felt the pains of labour upon her and had no choice but to rely on her trusted servants to put her plan to action.
The wet nurse was summoned and Mitzy Boggins became trusted as midwife, the birth was swift and as MiLady recovered and the child was whisked to the wet nurse Boggins served the prune and ale pie to Lilla.
Lilla ate groggily, surprised that Boggins insisted she ate the whole pie and waited until she had finished before taking the pie away, she left lime juice cordial and the harsh taste grated in Lilla's delicate throat.
Lilla retired to her bed but soon screamed with the cramps she rushed to her chamber pot too late to avoid soiling her underthings and her dress and she wailed for Boggins as she stood filthy and naked from the waist down, then further explosions from within her and she passed out.
Swiftly Boggins covered her and they removed her to the scullery and bathed her, the wet nurse arrived with MiLadys baby and said "Its a Girl."
Poor Lilla, she strared wide eyed as the freshly wrapped baby was shown to her. "Look, that's your Mummy."
"Oh no" Lilla knew little of childbirth but surely it was right one could not become with child from the first defilement, yet her insides ached with a thousand fires.
"I thought one could not get caught first time." she said sadly
"We all think that Ma'am, the gentlemen all say that when they has their fun, and we finds out to our cost it is not right."
Lilla looked at the small animal, its eyes were closed, but she felt no bond, its tiny fingers and mouth indeed reminded her of her step mother, why she had no idea.
They took her to rest and by morning the whole village knew of Lilla's disgrace.
Lady Ribbenhall stayed in her room through the drama, trying to appear as if nothing were amiss, ready with the padding to hide the shrinking of her belly, word had been sent that she had fever. and now word was abroad that she took the disgrace of her step daughter as a personal failure, and throughout all Lilla never thought to question how long a confinement should be.
Lady Ribbenhall had a letter written to her husband as he served his country, explaining everything, well, what she wanted him to know that is, about Lilla.
The Denby militia were hove to off Gibraltar on his majesties sloop Persimmon and the transport Glen Bogle when the picket boat arrived with the dispatches, orders and letters from home and the literate among the soldiery began to read aloud the messages from home, embellishing the same with graphic deions of what wives and lovers expected when their men arrived home at last.
Lord Ribbenhall read his orders and dispatches and took away his private correspondence to read over dinner, he had barely started his steamed plum duff when he began to read his beloved Jane's letter, his horror and disbelief at what he read increased apace Lilla with child, poor Jane waiting instructions, wishing his permission to cast the strumpet Lilla into the gutter, he could barely believe his eyes, he pushed the plate away his appetite gone.
Ribbenhall decided, he must find a husband for Lilla, but whom, in his mind he scoured the Militia, his captains and lieutenants, he tried to remember their sweethearts, their expectations, their plans for the future and the size of dowry they would need to take a young unmarried mother and her child off his hands, even Captain Arnold Blenkinsop captain of the Persimmon, fleetingly crossed his mind, before the memory of finding that gentleman consorting with no less than four ebony skinned maidens in his tiny cabin as they lay waiting the tide at the mouth of the Nile, raised doubts in his mind.
The duty hung heavily upon him, how could the sweet child he had left in the comfort and protection of his beloved Jane have turned out so ill, he had hoped to make a great fuss of her betrothal and her marriage was to have been the social event of the age around Denby
The time ebbed slowly away, one by one the possibilities evaporated, and with every mile closer to Hastings and the landing in England, his heart sank further. The mule train awaited the men but Charles could wait no longer and he took the first carriage to London and after such a shortest of interviews at the War office he was away to the north, leaving his son Stephen to come along with his copious luggage, Charles regretted he had perforce to ride in a carriage, he wished he was twenty years younger and could have ridden but no his saddle sores would not permit of such exertions.
Brabbinger awaited his Lordship at the Red Duck the Inn on the main road where the Denby road diverged, the new coach resplendent in it livery of black enamel and gold leaf, and the show team of four matching black horses groomed to perfection, within an instant they were away and swept into the Castle before noon.
Quickly the staff lined up in order of rank flanking the main steps, butler, under butler, ostler, footman, under footman, grooms to the left, housekeeper and maids to the right, and Jane and Jasmine in the centre
"Oh Charles," whined Jane Lady Ribbenhall, her waist now tightly constrained by corsetry such that she could barely breathe, as she rushed to his Lordship as he descended from the carriage.
"Where is she." he demanded.
"Who dearest?" she replied.
"Lilla," he insisted.
"She feels such shame sir.", she will not leave her room." she explained
"So where is the boy, the footman Holmes." he demanded
"At the rectory, my love." Jane stammered in confusion.
"Right Brabbinger, the Rectory,"
"Now sir?" Brabbinger queried.
Charles took his pistol and aimed an inch from Brabbingers left ear, he pulled the trigger and the ear disintegrated in a shower of flesh and bird shot.
Brabbinger screamed but the horses were away around in a circle and out through the archway and over the moat.
Brabbinger reclaimed control and in agony he drove on to the Rectory, how had his lordship known? was his first reaction but if he knew why go to the rectory?
Lord Ribbenhall regretted his actions, he forgot his pistol was filled with birdshot, and quickly refilled both his belt pistols and the small one in his shoulder holster with solid shot.
He regretted blowing Brabbingers ear off but he supposed a brace of Pheasants and a cask of port wine would set matters right.
The rectory stood some distance from the church and it's road was from the top road not the village road past the church, so the household were in no doubt of Lord Ribbenhall's destination as they saw the carriage approach.
Charles leaped from the carriage before it stopped, missed his footing and sprawled across the gravelled drive, "Where is he?" he bellowed.
"Sir Charles, an honour sir." beamed Rev. Lazenby. as he emerged running from his study to join Mrs Lazenby and Holmes the footman.
"No its not, where is he with whom my Lilla consorts." he demanded.
"Tis I sir" said Holmes.
"You and my Lilla?" Sir Charles demanded.
"Yes sir, she aaarrrrgggg" Holmes looked at Sir Charles dagger protruding from his abdomen and fainted.
"Its your bloody fault vicar, you bloody well sort it out. home Brabbinger." Sir Charles ordered.
Brabbinger cracked the whip and the team leapt forward and the carriage sped off before Charles could climb aboard.
"Lord Ribbenhall, stop playing the fool, and come and take some bread with us." suggested Mrs Lazenby, "there is something very strange afoot here."
Charles sat at the vicar's table, "I can scarce believe it, she was always keen on your son, or so I thought, not the footman." he murmured.
"Well you heard the fool," corrected the Vicar, "he admitted it,"
"Oh, my dagger," Charles remembered, "I must retrieve it."
They spoke politely as Holmes staggered into the scullery where cook dressed his wound with a piece of old horse blanket and carefully cleaned and polished his lordship's dagger.
and as soon as Brabbinger returned with the carriage and apologies for failing to ensure his lordship was aboard, they returned to Denby Castle, but this time Mrs Lazenby rode too.
The household had dispersed but Cordelia Lazenby was determined to sort out the puzzle and even Jane Lady Ribbenhall could not stop her reaching Lilla's room,
"Lilla, come out, unlock the door it is I Cordelia."
"I am locked in, not you out Cordelia, I have been incarcerated since I had the baby."
Cordelia tried the door and it swung open.
"Have you had no doctor attend you, or midwife?" she asked.
"No Ma'am." Lilla replied.
"Then come to the rectory." Cordelia suggested.
"No, please." Lilla exclaimed.
"Yes, Holmes is there, I shall not take no for an answer." Cordelia explained.
Lilla knew it was wise to remain silent and escape this prison, and soon she was walking beside Lilla.
"Brabbinger set upon me." she confided,"The child is his."
"I don't doubt it, but can it be yours? those tight corsets you wore just a short while before all this fuss, and Holmes in our employ for but eight months." Cordelia enquired.
"I don't understand." said Lilla.
"I do do not either," confided Cordelia, "but I am determined to find out."
They warmed the water and Lilla bathed in the hip bath in the scullery.
"What do you think cook." asked Cordelia as they watched Lilla dry herself.
"Er ent had no kid miss, no stretching marks, no lips to speak of round her cunt neither." Cook replied.
"No cook, I think you are right."
Cordelia handed Lilla a dressing gown and took her to the guest bedroom, a supper of soup and home made wine soon put Lilla in an excellent humour and soon she fell into a deep sleep on the soft bed.
Cordelia and cook sneaked into Lilla's room past mid night as she slept, gently pulled back the covers and by candlelight inspected Lilla's flat belly, they eased her knees apart as she slept on and seeing how virginal she looked they eased her tiny slit open, she started to stir so they left her but their suspicions were thoroughly roused.
Michael. the reverend's son came home earlier that evening and as dawn came he walked straight into a trap his mother set for him.
"Michael, pray come here, I believe you know something of anatomy," his mother asked as she roused him as dawn broke.
"Yes Ma ma" he replied, rising from his bed and following her.
"Is that a Hymen," she asked.
Charles stared in disbelief, Lilla lay sleeping, her legs wide apart each foot tied to an opposite bed frame yet still asleep, while Cook held her slit open.
"Mother, a man should she no woman naked other than his wife." he declaimed.
"Is that a Hymen" she demanded.
Michael reached out a finger and felt the inviting warmth, and the barrier closing the way to happiness.
"Yes mother," he agreed.
"Then leave her alone," she insisted, "We must talk."
"Yes mother," he agreed readily but he still caressed her.
Cordelia quietly stood and watched her son for several minutes as he gently and softly explored Lilla's sleeping body.
"She is beautiful, such a shame she has a child, or I would take her for my wife," he admitted.
"You bloody fool," she insisted, "She is a Virgin, you saw and felt it."
"Mother, a Virgin Birth, you know what that means!" Michael shouted.
Cordelia sighed as she saw Lilla's eyes open slowly uncertainly in the early light.
"It means you are a fool, and someone has played a trick." Cordelia told him firmly as Lilla suddenly realised Michael was feeling her most private parts.
"Mr Lazenby please," Lilla demanded as she struggled against her restraints.
"I am afraid Michael wishes to marry you," she admitted.
"I ah," said Michael, "would but for the child."
"Michael we found you with this girl in her room at dawn and you feeling her privateness, you cannot but offer marriage." Cordelia demanded.
"Mother, I have my position," he insisted, "I cannot take on a fallen woman."
"Then why is your snake protruding from you night shirt?" Cordelia demanded.
"Its like Brabbingers, but longer." Lilla observed.
"Brabbinger defiled you, but how.?" Cordelia asked.
"Like cow and bull or rabbits of course." Lilla replied.
Cook sat down, tears streaming from her eyes, "Her bin fucked up the ass misses."
"Yes Cook I do believe she has." Cordelia agreed.
Charles, found his civilian role as Lord Denby a considerable challenge, he found he was again expected to chair the local assizes where miscreants were brought to be tried, and his friends tried to persuade him he should exercise the Droit de seigneur, taking the maidenhead of any young girl on the estate the day before her wedding.
"No I shall delegate that to my son Stephen, he would relish such a role." Charles explained.
Yet Cordelia had worries, how could she tell Lord Brabbinger his daughter was a virgin yet had given birth? skulduggery was afoot.
But then Cordelia saw Stephen passing along the road at the top of their lane with the Lord's Luggage on five mules and two horses accompanied by three servants and an Ostler and proceeded to send for him.
Stephen came at once. Cordelia addressed him "Sir this is a matter of the greatest delicacy, you are surely a man of the world, you know the mechanism whereby a virgin is virginal and what it means when such is rent asunder?"
Stephen agreed, indeed had his own father not intimated that he should take the Droit de seigneur role upon himself, on return to England,
"Then pray attend and give your service." Cordelia said failing to realise the ambiguity of her statement, "Wait while I arrange matters."
Lilla meanwhile lay abed, refusing to leave her bed chamber, yet afraid to sleep in case further indignities were laid upon her.
Cordelia spoke to her, "let me in it is I Cordelia" and when the door was opened she continued, "I have a person who wishes to inspect you my dear."
Lilla was aghast, "No, I near died of shame, the last time."
"Then hide your face." Cordelia replied, "Yes place a blanket over your face and your modesty shall be preserved even though your loins are displayed."
Lilla was perturbed, but saw the logic. "Yes, that would suffice, indeed I shall hide my face."
Lilla allowed Cordelia to remove her drawers and even consented that her ankles once more to be tied to the bed frame
Cordelia fetched Stephen, "She lies displayed sir, would you care to inspect her." Cordelia enquired.
Perhaps it was arrogance, perhaps naivety, perhaps lust but when Stephen saw the legs and crotch displayed yet the face hidden he thought of the talk of Droit de seigneur, and knew his duty.
"I thank you Madam but I need no witness to this pray leave us." he ordered and forcibly ejected Cordelia and cook from the bedroom. He bolted the door.
Lilla lay fearful beneath her blanket, the air suffocating under her covers yet her most private parts chilled by the cold air, then suddenly the muffled voices ceased and she felt fingers probing.
Stephen knew nothing of covering the faces of virgins as the Lord made them from girls to womanhood, but as he discarded his breeches he supposed it to be a local custom, his shake was swelled mightily and he knelt lightly on the bed placing his appendage in position to rent her hymen in a single lunge as his militia chums insisted it should be done.
Lilla felt probing and sensed someone resting something on the bed, and then suddenly an unbearable pain shot through her and the fires of hell were placed between her legs as something invaded her, her screams though muffled rang throughout the rectory, and then subsided to a steady creak of the bed frame before noises started again, muffled and unmuffled from two throats in harmony, and then all was still.
"I wish you a happy marriage" Stephen gasped as he rolled off his sister his appendage shrinking.
"What Marriage?" Lilla asked curiously.
"Oh then why was I asked to," the door crashed open, the Cowman having smashed the panels with his club to let them slip the bolt .
"Oh god, forgive me, I wished you to check her virginity not take it." Cordelia cried.
"Oh, what wench is it." he asked throwing the blanket off her face.
"Lilla." Cordelia answered.
"Stephen" Lilla said as they looked on with horror. "We shall rot in hell for this."
"Get out all of you" screamed Stephen. as he undid the bonds on Lilla's legs.
"My poor sister they tricked me." Stephen apologised "We shall surely rot in hell, and you a pure virgin."
"No I have a child." she confessed.
"You lie, you were a virgin, I ripped that away, making you a woman," he insisted.
"No I have a baby." Lilla insisted.
"We have both been tricked. let us go home and try to make sense of it." he suggested.
They dressed and without fuss they started to walk to the Castle.
Stephen held his sister lightly around her waist as he guided her homeward and as the splashed through the puddled ruts of the road he enquire of her "How did you get the child?"
"Brabbinger, he defiled me."
"But I was your first." he said in perplextity.
"No he used the other orifice, and thence came the baby." Lilla explained.
He held her firmly and pulled her within a small copse of trees, "Lilla, pray, how does the babe suckle?"
"Stephen, how can you ask?" she replied.
"Your breast is not engorged nor the teat thereon prepared for suckling I'll wager, show me sister, show me your teats."
Lilla stared at Stephen, how could he ask such a thing yet how could she refuse, no one was abroad to hear her screams in any case and she realised with a thrill she wished for nothing more than to display her charms and for her brother to approve their beauty.
Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the buttons, then her soft pale breasts were at oince displayed and in an instant Stephen's mouth descended upon on and the the other, suckling to no avail, except that the teats hardened and Lilla felt a great need for Stephen to once more defile her, she wished to throw off her underthings and demand his attentions but propriety forbade her.
"See, there is no milk." Stephen explained, yet her seemed unable to cease his suckling.
"Brother please, someone might see, let us lie down a while." Lilla suggested, but Stephen advised against.
"No we must repair to the Castle forthwith." he advised.
They reached the Castle to find Charles had left on an errand and knowing not whom to trust they locked themselves in the bedchamber lately used by Lilla for her confinement.
"We shall wait for father," Stephen suggested, "I have such tales to tell." but when he started he realised all his tales were of women he had loved.
"How did I compare with the foreign whores.?, I shall probably have to join their ranks if I wish to eat." Lilla joked.
"Very well sister, very well indeed, I shall provide for you, we shall run away as man and wife, yes, yes indeed, that is what we shall do, run away.
"But it is sinful," she insisted.
"Did it feel sinful, it did not feel sinful to me," he admitted, "I should like nothing better than we do it again"
"Stephen," She sighed
"So I might show what I learned from the fallen women," he said quietly, "Let me show you sister."
"No" she wailed but his hand had hold of her skirts then her corsetry and hose and soon she was undressed entirely.
"I like the feel of nakedness, do you?" he asked as he removed the last of his clothing to hug her to him."
"Yes, we can only burn in hell once brother," she replied, "So perhaps."
He laid he on her back and eased his manhood between the lips of her vagina, he slid therein without effort.
"This cannot be wrong, it feels so right" he consoled her as he started to pound her loins.
"It feels divine my brother, divine, I wish this might never cease." she muttered.
"I own 'tis a pleasant pastime and 'tis pleasant indeed to spend time with my little sister. verily I shall derive great pleasure from teaching all the arts of love."
"So that I may be the complete fallen woman?" she asked.
"No so that I may please you as you please," he faltered in his speech as the urgencies of his groin engulfed his brain and as he thrusted mightily within her, so his seed emerged and engulfed her womb once more.
"Oh my," she sighed, "You have quite filled me up my brother."
"Hush sweet child, now listen and learn," he counselled, "My snake has spent his seed and must repair his vigour but I own a kiss from your sweet lips may yet invigorate him promptly."
Lilla looked at Stephens flaccid penis, and reached out her hand to grasp it, it twitched and then she kissed the end thereof.
"Native girls swallow the snake and suck thereon," Stephen advised her.
"Like this.?" Lilla asked as she opened her little mouth wide and accommodated Stephen's swelling erection therein.
"Just like this, Oh Lilla, that's the most perfection I have ever known, how I wish you were a whore."
"Thung" She replied her mouth entirely full until from consideration of her delicate constitution Stephen withdrew his erection ane slid it once more within the heavenly channel towards her womb.
"Oh my brother I shall surely die from pleasure and shame." she cried but far from pushing him hence she instead clung to him and raked her finger nails across his back.
Their passion was complete such that they heard not Charles return nor his pause without their chamber door and they heard nothing as he gently pushed the key through the lock and inserted his own to throw the door wide.
"Oh" he exclaimed, "I thought t'were Brabbinger."
The two lay entwined, her eyes wide as she saw her father's look of amazement, and indeed amusement.
"Ah, so this is my thanks for taking you in strumpet, raising you as my own you seduce my son," he suggested "well, girl, you shall be no daughter of mine, daughter in law perhaps, but you are the daughter of a street whore so you should suffice very efficaciously in your present role as whore."
"Father she was a virgin, I ruined her, I was tricked." Stephen explained.
"Just pleasure the girl and keep silent." Charles suggested. "She was no virgin, why she has already borne a child.”
“No she had a hymen,”Stephen insisted, “I was told she was to wed the Vicar’s son so I performed the droit de signeur in your stead.”
“So who’s son is my dear wife pleasuring?” Charles asked.
“Brabbinger forced his member up my bottom,” Lilla explained.
Charles thought a moment, there were stirrings in his loins at the thought, “Liar!” he screamed, “Stephen stop that immediately and leave us while I thrash the truth from this strumpet.”
Charles rounded on Stephen, “She is not your sister, we bought her from a whore, you may fuck her later but for now leave us, do you understand?”
Stephen had indeed shot his bolt anew and hurried to collect his clothes and rush away in confusion.
Lilla stared angrily at Charles, “I tell the truth!” she insisted.
“Truth or lie I care not, my member is swollen and I need relief,” he insisted.
“But father we shall rot in hell!" Lilla insisted.
“No child, we are not bloood," Charles insisted as he divested himself of his breeches.
“Bend over child let me mount you as Brabbinger did.”
Fearfully Lila complied and dutifuy bent at the waist supporting herself on her elbows on the bed top. Charles looked at her silky smooth buttocks and the tight brown bud of her ass hole. His member swelled dutifully and he stepped forward.
With mounting excitement he pressed his member against her bud, his head purple against her brown bud. He pushed, his member slipped and suddenly he had speared her in the womb.
The sensation was as shocking for him as for her, he went to pull out but the slippery sensation was surprisingly pleasing so he thrust again and as it pleased him his member swelled more and more. “Good God!” he gasped and he tentatively grasped her teats, “Good lord I’m fucking a maid, well I’ll be!”
“Father please!” she protested but he was enjoying the unexpected pleasure.
The explosion came, and bathed in sweat he collapsed to lay along her. "Verily, I could not have imagined such pleasure with a maid, good lord.”
“That’s you and Stephen have fucked me now.” Lilla protested, “Then you tell me I’m not your kin, why don’t you fuck step mama in the back passage if you enjoy it so much?”
“Er yes," he agreed, “So Brabbinger speared your bottom and Stephen your womb?" Charles asked, “So who molested you first?"
“Why Michael the Revereds son," Lilla replied.
“Then you shall wed Michael for propriety and serve Stephen and myself as a whore,” Charles suggested.
“But what if Michael refuses," Lilla asked anxiously.
“I was regimental fencing champion in my day and I’m quite handy with a duelling pistol,” Charles laughed, “I think he will make an offer."
“But father why not treat step mama like a whore instead of me?" Lilla asked.
“What, don’t be stupid Brabbinger can’t afford to pay her," he replied, “No doubt the mysterious child was hers and Brabbingers," he mused, “I think I might try mounting her as I mounted you."
To be continued
