Abandoned

[Blue Dolphin]

Lord Richard De Courcy,age 32, 6 foot 3, brown eyes, and hair.
Lord Richard is a proud haughty man, and very well connected.

IC

England, July 5th 1674.

I watched from my seat, staring out through the window, as my carriage ambled along on its way through the countryside, returning me to my estate.
Ithad been a tiresome two weeks in London, but, one had to do one`s duty, and I always did to the best of my ability.

I spotted something, on the grass, at the side of the track, at first I wondered if it was a dead animal ahead, and then I realised that I was mistaken. Someone was sitting there, and whoever it was, they were hunched over. The noise of my carriage seemed to disturb this person, causing them to look up, and that was when I noticed that this person, was a young woman.
I instructed my driver to stop, and spoke to the person.

"Pray tell young woman, what you are doing here, alone, at the edge of my estate?"

She looked directly at me, and I could see that she was weeping.

"You will stop weeping, and you will tell me why you are here, and exactly who you are."

Eventually the truth came out, she had been abandoned here, by her mistress.

"And just why did your mistress leave you here?"

"She saw me my Lord....n.n.naked, in my Master`s chamber.... my Lord."

It was abundantly clear immediately what had happened, her mistress had caught her in bed with her husband.

A smile crossed my lips, as wicked thoughts entered my head.

"I understand now wench, why such a lusty person as yourself would be here, and I have a proposal for you.
I could certainly find you a position within my household, possibly even in my bed chamber. You are of course aware what I mean young woman, are you not?"

She nodded slowly, without looking directly at me.

"I can offe ryou the chance to be a servant of mine, and do whatever I ask, but first, you need to tell me your name, once I hear that, then you may join me, here, in my carriage for the rest of my journey. If you refuse, I will send out my gamekeeper, and the farm hands can use you as they see fit, the choice is yours"

The loose clothing that she was wearing, had not escaped my attention.

 

[Rahyne]

Abigail Spencer, age 20, 5 foot 5, Crystal blue eyes with long thick dark brown hair. 34D, 26, 32

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Abigail sat there on the cold stone with the white thin shirt pulled down. It was the only thing that she could grab before the Mistress of the house grabbed her by the hair and yanked her from the room. It was her Master’s shirt, which actually made the ride worse. Little did she really know that the actions that she caught Abigail and the Master were not of Abigail’s doing.

Stuttering out the words in the cold air; “M.m.. My name is Abigail my Lord. I was part of the… “

“ENOUGH” Lord Richard’s hand flew into the air. “That is not any of my concern wench. Your Mistress has abandoned you and now you are on your own. I have given you a proposition mere child, now it is only your choice to accept it.”
Slowly nodding she stood in the flabby material. The over sized shirt with a ruffle collar and long sleeves, left very little to one’s imagination. The hem came just below the crease where her legs and torso met. With the air damp, the fabric clung to her perky breasts and rock hard nipples.

Meeting Lord Richard’s eyes, Abigail could see the same raw animal lust in his as her previous Master. She knew her place in the house, but not like the way he made it. When she sat down and Lord Richard sequestered his men to carry on, Abigail burst out in sobbing tears.

“What is all this blubbering you are doing?” Lord Richard watches in shock.
“It’s… It’s that you have the same look that my previous master had. I was just the nanny and took care of the Mistress’ and Master’s children. “ ; her hands shaking and speaking between the sobs. “It was the Master who shred my clothes and looked at me with that same animal lust you have my lord. He was about to take me when the Mistress came in the room.”

Her flustered face strewn with tears, Abigail kept her face downward.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"I was just the nanny and took care of the Mistress’ and Master’s children. It was the Master who shredded my clothes and looked at me with that same animal lust that you have my lord. He was about to take me when the Mistress came into the room.”

I looked at her again, this waif, dressed in only a thin shirt, and now dispaying to me the triangle of hair that drives men wild. In her emotional state, she of course was not at that moment aware of what I could see, if I so wished.

My original plan was to by this time,have my mouth clamped to her tit, as my cock drove into her sex, but, I am not an ogre, and, this young woman had obviously been through quite an ordeal. If as she said her Master had stripped her naked, and was about to take her, that was wrong. Yes I fuck my maids and serving girls, but it is understood that this happens. And, only the single ones, if they are married I do not touch, unless it is offered of course.

My problem now was what to do with this Abigail person?

I could of course just fuck her and discard her, with a few pennies for the pleasure, but I am more noble than that I hope. Mind you, I did have a hard on at that moment, seeing her snatch and her nipples were pointing at me. I was sure though, that once we got back to the manner, my serving wench Jane would take care of me.

She had said that she was a nanny to the family of the man who tried to rake her, now that was interesting. My own 6 year old son, James Richard William George, had a nanny, but she was soon leaving to marry a footman, and I would be needing a new nanny to replace Elizabeth. I looked at her, thoughtfully, and not in a sexual way, while I considered the options, finally I spoke.

"I make no promises yet Abigail, but I will be in need of a nanny myself soon, for my six year old son. When we get to the Manor House, I will get cook to sort you out with some clothes, and then we can discuss this matter further. You dont need to answer yet, but you do need to stop that infernal blubbering."

 

[Rahyne]

Wiping the tears away with the back of my sleeve while sniffling, I attempted to calm myself down. I have expected the Lord to do what my previous Master did. The other half thought he was a sober gentleman offering me a ride and possibly a job. It was only when he mentioned the sorting of clothes, I really took notice of what I had on. Embarrassed, I balled my hand in a fist and pushed down the shirt between my toned but dirty legs. There really was no point in doing this as I pulled the shirt down, it revealed a large amount of cleavage.

Conjuring up words that didn’t sound half muffled or jumbled; I managed to get out a mere “Thank you My Lord.” without sounding like a whiney child.

As we rode back up to the castle, the thought of the children and Mistress came to mind. How once before she considered me to be one of the family until this dreadful day. Master had always wanted his way with me. However, since I was always with the children he could never find that ‘perfect moment’. That is until today. Staring out the window, I replayed the chain of events in my head.

Master had sent the children to go ride their recently acquired horses. I would have been with them, however, I was deathly afraid of horses since being nearly trampled by one as a child. Since they were off with Philippe, the stable help, I took the time to try to read and write in the library.

“ABIGAIL!” Master sequestered “Come to my quarters immediately about Johan and Eva.” His voice was deep and demanding, one not to mess with.

Closing the book and placing it in the desk, my feet quickly carried me through the castle and to Master’s room. Once I stepped into the very large and drafty room, the mahogany door slammed shut. In the middle of the door his hand pressed hard into the wood.

Storm grey eyes pierced as if they were hunting their prey. Backing up into a corner in the other side of the room, there was no escaping. Screaming wouldn’t have helped as I had heard the screams from some of the others before me. When I would see them afterwards, they were badly marked by leather whips or hand prints.

In an instant Master had made it across the room and tore away my clothes like a tiger tearing apart the flesh of his hunted. His hands pressed into my shoulders about to turn me around when the Mistress flung open the door.

Waking from the deep thought when the carriage stopped, I could feel another tear adjourn my cheek. I wiped it away quickly and looked to the Lord for the next instruction.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

A few minues later we arrived at the Manor House, my tear stained bedraggled new nanny and I. It had been amusing, in a perverse kind of way, to watch her as she tried to cover herself, never being able to cover both her titties and her sex at the same time, and, it was also arousing, but, that would soon enough be attended to.

My footman James was there to open the carriage door, and place a step for me to use as I exited the vehicle, I spoke to him.

"James, this is Abigail, our new nanny for my son. You will deliver her to cook, with the message to clean her up, and provide her with a tunic. When she is ready, cook is to send her to see me."

I started to walk away, and looking back, saw James helping Abigail down from the carriage, the wind blowing her skirt up, to allow all and sundry a view of her lower body.

"One more thing James, have Jane come to my bedchamber, as soon as she can."

One did not say please to servants of course, they were not society.

I went immediately to my room, where I stripped off my clothes, and and sat down on the edge of my four poster bed. My cock still hard from almost fucking my new nanny`s nanny`s triangular thatch, and sucking on her pert nipples. I stroked slowly, and methodically, as I waited for the knock upon my door. I did not have to wait long, before Jane, the scullery maid entered my room, Jane with the flowing red hair, and the permanent arousal. She smiled when she saw me stroking my 7 inches of hot meat, quickly throwinging off her tunic, and falling to her knees in front of me.

She held my cock, and covered it in her saliva, making it slick, and shiny. She stroked me, licking at the head, and swirling her tongue around, cradling my balls as she did so, squeezing gently, and sucking hard. She was such an expert at this, And I knew that I needed to stop her soon.

I wanted to be inside of her, buried up to the hilt in her sweet tight cunt. My God what a cunt she had, it tasted of honey and almonds, and had more muscles than my best bull.

"Enough Jane, stop before Master comes, bend over the bed, with your sweet sex ready for Sir`s big cock, I want to ride you as my stallion rides his mare."

She moved away, and I stood to the side, as she positioned herself to be fucked, and, holding my cock ready , I started to approach her, but I heard a noise, outside my door.

I moved quickly across the room, annoyed at this interruption, pulling the door open, with my hard shaft swinging freely before me, and I looked who was there. It was ABigail, wearing a clean linen tunic, I just looked at her, then at my cock before saying.

"Wait there"

I closed the door with a thud, and moved quickly to where my prize lay, and I rubbed the head of my cock on Jane`s wet and shiny lips. I pushed, watching as her cunt accepted my girth, and my length. Slipping slowly into her at first, deep into her cavern of ultimate pleasures.

Then lust took over, and i started to ride her, hard, and fast. slapping her backside, riding my mare. She called out to me, to fuck her harder, and faster. I grabbed a handful of her red hair, yanking he rhead back, as my cock rammed home, again and again. She screamed as she came, a loud piercing noise of pure animal lust and pleasure. I pulled my cock free, let my load spray over Janes back and her hair, collapsing upon her, my spent cock still pulsing, and shooting.

Panting hard, I slowly I moved off her, and watched as she stood. Jane`s face was flushed with arousal, as she smiled, handing me her tunic, which I used to wipe my seed from her back.

"You may go now, oh, and send in the new nanny on your way out."

She left, still naked, and carrying the soiled tunic in her hand, I picked up a nightshirt from the ottoman, slipping it on, and sitting on the edge of the bed, just before Abigail entered my room.

 

[Rahyne]

I greeted James with a warm smile as he helped me from the carriage. When the gust of wind blew up the thin material and bared both my bottom and sex, I flushed red. Listening to Master, I watched James hinted a smile at what he saw and nodded to the directions.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up by the cook. She’ll know what to do. Welcome home.” James said in a sweet tone before yelling. “Jane, Master wants you in his chambers now. You best go quickly if you know what’s good for you.”

The little redhead flourished away as we walked into the kitchen. There were several people that were scurrying around the fireplaces with iron pots and pans. James, who took my hand from fisting the hem of the shirt and held it in his.

“Cook, This is Abigail. She’s going to take over the nanny position that Elizabeth is leaving. Master would like for you to clean her up and provide her with a new tunic. Once she’s done with you, she’s to go to his chambers.” Turning back to me, James continued. “This is cook. She will take care of you now. I’ll see you around with Master’s son. If you need anything m’lady, I will be here.”

Finally I felt a little better with kind words being spoken to me. Master was kind, but still curt when he spoke. James was sincere and sweet. “Thank you James.”

“Come on deary, Master does not like to be waiting.”; cook waved her hand. “Name is Ruby, but everyone calls me cook. You’re one fine mess where did he pick you up from? A mud pit?”

“Almost ma’am. He picked me up off the side of the road close to the edge of his land.”; answering her softly.

Cook huffed and puffed preparing a pot of hot water for me to bath in. “Come on child, take it off so we can wash you. No need to be worried about what you look like now. No one can see you back here. Once you bath, fresh clothes have ye’.”
Slowly taking off the material I stood there in the nude in a corner. Blushing, cook handed me a block of soap and poured the water over my frame. The water cascaded down, soaking both my hair and skin. With the wind blowing there was a chill in the air. I needed to wash quickly before I froze or worse someone saw me standing there in the nude. After lathering the soap, I helped myself to another bucket of water to rinse off. Cook returned once I was finished with a towel, fresh clothing, and a bowl of stew.

“Now once you dress and eat, up the stairs and to the left with ye’. Master’s chamber is the third door on the right. He be expecting you now.”; she waved her hand the direction of the stairs.

“Thank you again ma’am for everything.” I stated between bites of the steaming stew. Before I knew, she had left yelling at some of the other servants to get out of her stew. Now dressed in the too tight tunic that showed every curve and fed, I felt better. Placing the bowl on the corner of the wood table, I went to seek out the Master’s chambers.

Slowly making my way up the stairs, I counted each door. I could hear frolicking in one of the rooms. Placing my ear to the door, I could hear Master’s voice boom.

”Enough Jane, Stop before Master comes, bend over the bed with your sweet sex ready for Sir’s big cock. I want to ride you as my stallion rides his mare.”

My eyes flew open and I jumped back, knocking the door with my hand by accident. I didn’t want to disturb him while he was screwing the redhead I saw earlier. In a split second the door flew open. There stood Sir with his stiff rod pointing straight at me. Glancing between his thick member and his face, I froze not knowing what to do.

”Wait there” his voice demanded then slammed the door on me.

Still frozen, I stood there with my blue eyes fixated on the door and my thick brown locks twisted back. I could hear Jane screaming for him to fuck her harder and faster than before with a couple of slaps to the skin. Figuring he was spanking her rear as he slammed his muscular body into her, I couldn’t help to think how that would feel. Turning my lips upward, I thought of him doing the same to me.

It was then when the redhead came out of the room with her clothes bundled in her arms. With a snide voice and a nasty glare, Jane voiced to me; “Master beckons for you.” She might have been the one that was just plowed, but there was something about her that didn’t like me.

Smiling at her flushed face; I nodded and went into his chambers. There he sat at the end of the bed with his legs parted and a night shirt pooled at his waist. Still with the vision of his rigid cock standing at full attention, I attempted to keep my focus on his face and brown eyes. Though I did try to glance a couple of times downward to no avail.

“You beckoned my lord?”

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“You beckoned my lord?”

I looked up at her, noticing how her gaze occasionally shifted to my lower regions. Of course I thought to myself, she had seen my cock not 15 minutes ago. But that was of no consequence, this Abigail knew exactly how things were, if you were in service, you were the Master`s to use at will. Refusal meant dismissal, for there were many more women out there, desperate for such a job.

I motioned for her to sit down on a chair, and began to speak.

You will be responsible for the welfare of my only son George, unfortunately, his mother died giving birth, so he does need a woman`s hand in some aspects of his childhood.
At this moment, James is with his tutors, but you will meet him later. In the afternoons he is tutored in English, French, Spanish, the sciences, and the bible. In the mornings you will be responsible for him, washing , dreUssing, learning about life here in the manor house. You will take him around the estates at least twice a week, James the footman will take you in the open carriage. Speakng of James, you need to be aware that he is shall we say, a ladies man. Accept a tour of the stables at your Peril Miss Abigail, but I am sure that the other servants will appraise you about him. When touring the estate, if James sees a stallion mounting a mare, and asks, tell him what is happening, I want my son to be a real man, not a ladies fop.

You will be miss Abigail to all the staff, except myself of course. Eleanor the housekeeper, a crabby old woman from my father`s time I might add, will provide you with appropriate clothing. You will need this for church on Sundays, you will accompany both James and I to mornng and evening services.

All the servants sleep in the servants quarters in the attic, except that is for you. George's bed chamber is next door to mine, with a connecting door that can only be opened from in here. Your bed chamber is connected to James1 room, on the other side, by a door that is accessible from both sides. If he needs you, he can come to you, and, you to he.
You will eat with George at noon only,otherwise you will be with the servants in the scullery, Eleanor will talk to you about wages, I have no bother with such paltry matters."

I looked at Abigail as I spoke, now that she was presentable, the tunic was tight, but that only accentuated her luscious curves, she was indeed very attractive, it made me wonder why I had not just fucked her first, and still given her the job,with her bed so close by? Then I dismissed the thought, and spoke again.

"That is all for now, return downstairs, and make yourself known to Eleanor."

 

[Rahyne]

“Yes sir. Thank you for everything.” With a warm smile I stood and bowed before him. When I did, he shifted and I caught another glimpse of his flaccid manhood. I couldn’t help but smile again and dismissed myself from his chambers.

I knew the way of most of the ways when you were a servant to a single Master, however with the last family I did not have to worry about that. It was hard to get me alone when my life revolved around the Master’s children. Of course I was no virgin as I was being courted by the stable boy. Charlie was the cook’s son. It worked out well since I was always the first to be served dinner when I joined them at night. Though, Charlie and I use to sneak away and eat dinner together as if we were the Master and Mistress. Traveling quickly down the stairs it took all my might not to be smiling wide at the thoughts of him and I together.

Reappearing in the kitchen to find Eleanor, I caught a glimpse of Jane glaring at me with an evil eye. Creasing my brows towards her, I wanted to know why she was beginning to hate me. At least that’s what it felt like with her snide remarks and killer glares. It was my first day and I had done nothing. As I passed by her, her arm flew out and grabbed me.

“Don’t be thinking that you will come in here and become the number one that he calls upon. I am number one. He’s going to marry me soon.” She hisses.

Blinking wildly, I had no clue what she was speaking of. Stuttering out “I’m not .. I mean, I wasn’t.. “

“Enough you jealous fool. Sir will never marry you foolish girl.” Eleanor walked in and yanked on the flaming red hair. “You will never amount to anything that will be worthy of Lord Richard. Now quit your dreaming and return to work.” The little short and stout old lady with silver-grey hair pinned up in a braid stood in an authority stance. You could tell immediately, she wasn’t one to beckon with.

Eleanor disregarded her like she was trash and introduced herself to me. “I am Eleanor, the housekeeper. You have been quite the talk since you have entered the estate. ”

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is… “

“Yes, yes. I know your name and your history Miss Abigail. You are the daughter of Allison and David Spencer born 20 years ago. I also know the trouble you caused with the previous Mistress. Enough chit chat, it’s time for you to learn the house laws and show you around.” Eleanor spitted out as she walked through the kitchen dragging me close behind. “The master has given you instructions with his son, George. You are to follow them precisely. Do not waver a bit; otherwise the master will be very displeased. I take care of all the household duties and have been in charge of this house since Lord Richard’s father. God rest his soul. Pay is three shillings a week. No more.”

Being drug around by Eleanor, I was curious how she already knew everything about me. She took me through every room of the castle with both history and rules for each room. Including the Library where George and his tutors were, Dining room, some of the spare Bedrooms, and finally to my room.

“Now this is your room.” She said opening the door. “I have already placed your linens and clothes in your amore. They might be a little snug, but you can fix that with the needle and thread I have left on your bedside. This is the door is the one that leads into George’s room. His bed is promptly after night fall. Master does not like to have him up late in the evenings. I will leave you be now to change. Lunch will be soon and you are requested to be in the dining room with Master and George.”

Just as fast as her stout legs could, she disappeared into George’s room and then out his door. Here I stood in the middle of what I considered a lavish room. Never had I had a room as such. The room was dark woods, with an old amore against one wall. On the opposite wall were two large windows adjourned with ceiling to floor drapes. My bed was smaller than Sir’s, but felt just as nice. Lastly in the corner were a chair and several books. They looked like they were from the previous nanny, but I would put them to use just as well.

Time was of essence and I did not want to be late on my first day. I changed into something more appropriate for lunch with both Master and George. Rushing down the stairs, I ran into the dining room. Eleanor had one of the scullery maids setting the table and another serving the food.

“Ye’ a smart one not to be late for Master and George.”; she said curtly. “Stand there and await their arrival.”

Sliding over to the spot she pointed, I took my place in the corner and waitied.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

George returned from his tutring, and we talked for a while before going down to eat. He did not like the languages, but I am assured him, that it would be worth it in th elong run.
When he was old enough, I would be sending him to France, Spain, and Italy, on a voyage of self discovery. Just as my father had done with me. He was not of course old enough yet, to realise that it would be a voyage of sexual discovery,but given time, it would happen.

I also informed him of Abigail, his new nanny, whom he would meet for the first time soon, I smiled to myself, remembering the soft pink body of hers, and the tight mound of curls, that had so enticed me earlier. And I had seen the way that James had looked at her as well, no doubt he was already champing at the biut, and just waiting for an opportunity to get her alone and naked.

We entered the dining room, and I saw Abigail standing in the corner, awaiting my command.

George and I sat at the long dining table, and I motioned for the nanny to join us. Well, I was at one end of the table, and George and Abigail at the other end, with a good fifteen feet between us.

"George, finally you meet Abigail, she will now look after you, as Elizabeth has left the household, and she will use Elizabeth`s old room also. After we have eaten, and I have left the dining room, you will have James take yourself, and my son, on a tour of the estate."

I ate in silence, as my son and his new companion made small talk, and got to know each other. I observed her, watching how she both behaved with, and reacted to my son. I was pleased, she had a very pleasant manner with George, and it showed that she was used to being with children, and that she liked them. And again, I noticed how attractive she was, and chided myself for not just taking her, when the opportunity had arisen. Of course, it was not that important, for I rarely went without in this household when I felt the need. And I needed to stop looking at her this way, for now at least.

"I need to go, I have business on the farm, you will bring George to my chamber, just before his bedtime this evening. Farewell George, farewell Mistress Abigail"

 

[Rahyne]

The two men came into the room distinguished. There was no mistaking that George was Lord Richard’s son. Each had their own personalities, yet if they were the same age you could mistake them for twins. I stifled a giggle at the thought of the twins. Finally, I got to meet his son. The one I would be caring for from now on. Well that is until George no longer needed a nanny.

During the light lunch, George and I sat at the end of the table exchanging in small talk. We shared common interests, dislikes and things that are most important to us. George was quite a jokester and a real joy compared to the harsh tone Master took. Whimsically laughing at some of the things George would say, I stole a peek down at the other end of the table. Lord Richard sat there quietly watching the both of us and eating his meal.

After his instructions and departure, I sat with George until he was finished with his meal.

“So tell me one thing about the estate that I cannot miss.” Inquisitively asking.
He gave a short laugh and answered. “Oh that’s easy, the field near the brook. There is a big tree that has a rope that James put on. You can swing on it and jump into the water.”; George’s eyes and hands became theatrical.

Leaning in, he continued. “Just don’t tell Poppa. He wouldn’t approve of it.”

With the both of us close, I asked. “Should we get some extra clothes then?”

“Oh Can we?” excitedly. “I will go get some right now and be back in a flash.”

“Go George, I will wait for you by the stables.”

Laughing, I excuse myself from the table and thanked everyone for their service during lunch. George, who was nearly tripping over himself as he raced up the stairs, nearly was screaming back to me about the fun we are going to have. Traveling out to the stables, I met up with James who was preparing two of the horses for the ride.

“ Ello?” scanning the barn for any other life than the livestock.

A man’s voice came from over one of the walls. “Aye, Miss Abigail. It is a pleasure to see you again.” James popped up, nearly scaring me to death.

Jumping back with a hand on my chest, I regained my composure. “Yes, it is a pleasure Sir James. Master Richard has advised you will be taking us on a tour of the estate today. George would like to make sure that I see the spot with the Great Oak Swing”

“Yes, that would not be a problem m’lady. Please allow me to get Sir George’s carriage ready.”; responding back to me as he lifted the tack from the wood and placed it on one of the horses. “When will I be able to give you a personal tour?”

His eyes quickly looked me over in the new threads and gave a devious smile. I could feel the heat from my blush rise from my chest to my face.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I had to go into the village, to settle a dispute, it was easy enough to do, but these things get boring after a while.

I took the black stallion, 18 hands of magnifence, for my ride down to the village, there was no rush, and the peasants could wait anyway, for I was the Lord of the Manor, and whatever I said, or did, was law.

I approache dhte tree, the great oak, a sit was known, and decided to rest for a few moments, it was a lovely day, and I was hot. I sat at the base of the tree, remembering my youth, and the times that I had played here, down by the lake. I also remembered the serving girls that I had had here too, and that made me smile. And it was with those memories in my head, that I remounted the stallion, to continue my journey. From here I could see the road leading to the Manor House, and in the distance, the spot where we had picked up the bedraggled Abigail. Her of the nice tits, and tight little curls. She that I had almost fucked, and tossed aside, with her cunt juice still on my hips and cock.

Then I stopped, wondering, why I was doing this?

She was a nanny, that was all, why was I thinking about her? I could have any one of the single maids and wenches on the estate, any of them, I, and they knew that. Yet Abigail was still arousing my interest.

I decided to not think about her at all, and just let James have some fun, he worked hard, and I did not begrudge him a good fucking every now and then. And that was a mistake too, for now I had a vision of Abigail, bent over a stall in the stables, with James serving her like a stallioninto a mare.

I kicked my heels into my horse, and galloped away, now I was angry.

 

[Rahyne]

In speaking with James while he mounted the horses with the tack, Abigail had been distracted with his sweaty muscles. Licking her lips, her mind thought of the view she had gotten of the Master a few hours before. George walked in to the barn beaming with pride.

“I have the extra clothes Miss Abigail.”

Waking up from her trance and responding with a warm smile. “That’s great George. Why don’t we get into the carriage then? That’s if Sir James says it’s alright.”

“Yer good m’lady.” James held out his hand for Abigail. George looked between the two and just laughed like a little school boy.

“I think James fancies you Miss Abigail.” He said holding on to the extra clothes.

Blushing Abigail pressed her hands into her lap and glanced towards James who was looking out of the corner of his eye to her. They traveled around the estate as Master Richard had requested. George happily pointing out everything on the grounds that Abigail should know. James interjecting occasionally with a joke or more information about the area George was pointing to.

James finally reaching the oak tree that George always loved to stop at, he pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. This is what George had been waiting for all day. Jumping out of the carriage, he went immediately to the water. Abigail got out just as quickly to run after George as it was her first day and did not want to face the wrath of Lord Richard.

As she sprang from the carriage, Josh jumped down and grabbed her wrist. With a yank, he pulled her hard against his body. Every rippling muscle was pressed into her bodice. There wasn’t anything that she couldn’t feel at that moment in time.

“He will be fine, Miss Abigail.”; he stated with a grin.

Lost for words, she just stared into James eyes as he backed her up to the tree. A grunt escaped her as her back was firmly pressed into the trunk of the tree. His fingers traced the curves of her face, then down Abigail’s body. Her hands rested at his waist, uncertain what he planned to do next with George so close by.

She managed to get out a few words in a small voice. “James, George is right around the corner. I do not believe that Master Richard would appreciate this.”

It wasn’t until then she could hear the rumblings of hooves on the ground.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Arriving at the village, I discovered that my journey had been a waste of time. The old man making the complaint had died, and the two families had settled their problem amicably. On top of everything else, this was a damned nuisance.
My anger had certainly not subsided, and I rode Rodondo hard, galloping back to the Manor House.

As I sped past the big tree by the lake, I did not see George, but I did see James and Abigail, and I was in no doubt that James would soon have her with her legs akimbo as he entered her wet snatch. And that did nothing for my mood either. Arriving back at the stable, I unsaddled Rodondo, and handed him over to a stable lad, who took him off to cool him down, and get him watered.

I sat on a stool, by the barn doors, calming myself, and trying to relax, I too was hot, so I took off my tunic, and cast it to oneside. That was when I heard a noise, a shrill noise. I stood, and looked around, then I heard a gasp, it came from behnd and above me. I saw the ladder, leading to the haylof in the barn, and slowly climbed it. As soon as I could see into the hayloft, I spotted her, one of the milk maids, lying on the straw, with straw tangled in her black hair. I knew that she should not be here, and, she knew that as well.

"Explain yourself wench."

"I was err, cleaning my Lord, and I err tripped, and hurt my head, I think I might have passed out Sir."

"What you meant to say was, I was hiding up here, and went to sleep, is that not correct?"

She lowered her gaze.

"Yes my Lord, I am sorry Sir, it wont happen again, please Sir, do not dismiss me, please dont Sir. I will do anything Sir, anything at all."

I did not answer the wench, there was no need, I just started to unfasten my britches. She looked at me surprise, but I just nodded to her.

"Take them off, all of them."

She pulled off her loose top, and dropped it,revealing some nice big tits, before also dropping her skirt. By now I was naked, with my hard cock swinging back and forth. I looked at her, and pointed at my dick.

She knelt befor eme, taking hold of my shaft, she lissed it, licked it, and rubbed it up and down. I closed my eyes as she took the head into her mouth, imagining that it was Abigail, which was silly,but, it felt good, in fact it felt that good, I decided not to wait, I would have this wench now.

"Stop, and lie on your back, Sir will have you now."

She lay back on the straw, knees raised, legs parted, her big tits somewhat flattened, but still nice. No time to be nice,all I wanted was cunt, I mounted her, driving my shaft deep into her hole, she was no virgin that was for sure. Her cunt was wet, and gripping. I fucked her hard, and fast, and her legs came up, to wrap around me, pulling me in deeper as my moment approached. I grunted once, then again, a si released my load into this prime young wench. I did not collapse upon her, or kiss her, she was just a wench, not a wife or woman.

Pulling free, I picked up her top, and wiped my cock on it, before dressing.

"You will not be dismissed wench, what is your name?"

""Maud, Sir"

"Well Maud, Sir may well call upon you again, but for now be off with you."

She smiled

"Anytime you want Sir, and thank you Sir."

 

[Rahyne]

Shocked I saw a beautiful stallion ride by with what looked like Master riding it from town. Gasping, I pushed James away and ran to attend to George. James shock his head as he threw a hand up to Sir Richard and went to join both of them. With the master’s son still swinging into the water, James walked up behind me. A hand adorned her waist and pressed into her backside. I could feel his hard member against her lower back and buttocks.

“You do this to me Miss Abigail.” He whispered into h my ear. “George is too involved with swimming and Master just went back up to the house. Come with me.”

I shuddered at the feel of his warm breath caressing her ear and neck, the hand massaging her waist. There was an uncontrollable urge to join him. However Abigail was worried with her new found position that Lord Richard would dismiss me as fast as he picked me up.

“NO James! Master would dismiss me as fast as he picked me up. Let alone do worse than he has to any of his ladies in waiting.”; I walked away from him quickly and called George from the water.

James frustrated went back to the carriage to await both Miss Abigail and George. After preparing George, I went back and gave a look of apology to him. With everything happened that day, I didn’t want another problem arising. James slapped the reins on the horses as they traveled back to the stables.

When they parked, Abigail and George got out of the carriage. Requesting George to assist James with the horses, I brought in the wet clothes into the stables and hung them up. Hearing a wrestling of the hay, I backed up to see what it was. The milk maid came down from the stairs and adjusted her tunic. There was something about her when she glanced my way flushed and scurried off towards the main home.

“George, be careful now. Let me help you.” I ran out to help him with the horses bridle.

When George and James walked back in, I could see there was still another shadow in the hayloft. Curious, I took a hold of the ladder and went up. To my amazement, there sat Master once again with a flaccid cock with a bit of cum at the tip.

“Oh excuse me sir.” Flushed I looked down. “I’m sorry Sir, I saw a shadow and was making certain it wasn’t an intruder.”

Not waiting for a response, I hurried down the ladder again and went outside to the carriage where George and James stood. James looked at me inquisitively with my flushed cheeks. Shaking my head, I usher one of the horses in as James mounts George on the other bareback and takes him in.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I could hear someone, climbing the ladder to the hayloft, "it is probably James", I thought to myself. And then I saw who it was, Abigail, and she was once more looking at my post coital cock, unintentionally I presumed, but she did look, again.

“Oh excuse me sir.......I’m sorry Sir, I saw a shadow and was making certain it wasn’t an intruder.”

Her face flushed, and she was gone in an instant.
I smiled, for I had just had another thought, some might say an evil thought.
It was that if I ever did fuck this delightful wench, at least she would know what to expect from my cock.

I laughed out loud at the thought, and quickly dressed, before shooting down the ladder, and back to the house. My business in the village having been cocncluded early, I now had time to spare before the evening meal with George and his charge. I attended the kitchens, to speak with cook. I needed to inform her that a wild boar, dead of course, was to be delivered the next day, by the villagers, for me, their Lord and Master. I told her the usual process would apply, the head and feet to the below stairs servants
A leg each for both James`s and Eleanor`s family, and the rest for myself, George, and the nanny.
The servants would of course be permitted some at their evening meal also.
I spotted Maud as she passed through the kitchen, dressed correctly now with all of her hair in place, she looked at me and giggled, but I let it pass. As a milkmaid, I would acknowledge her only when I had need of her services, and certainly not in front of cook.

Mission accomplished, I returned to my chamber, and lay down for a nap, the perfect end to a perfect, well, almost perfect afternoon.

I was not sure just how long I was asleep, but I do remeber waking up, I was dreaming, I had Abigail, naked on a table, her knees pressed against her tits, as my hard cock filled and fucked her hot wanton cunt.

"Wake up Sir, please Sir, it is time to go eat, Sir."

I awoke with a start, rubbing my eyes, and looking around, it was young Richard, from the kitchens, and Abigail was nowhere to be seen.

"All right, all right Richard, I hear you, there is no need to shout, now be off with you, and quietly."

 

[Rahyne]

Spending the time with George for the rest of the day, I had learned pretty much everything I needed to. I figured this evening at dinner, while George was with his father, I could come up with a daily routine for them to keep his mind growing. Lord Richard did say he wanted to keep learning as a man’s man, so I would do this with the mother’s touch he desperately needed.
“George, it’s time to get cleaned up for dinner. Go on up and get washed up, I will wait for you here.”; tenderly stating to him.

It grew later in time and I became worried because he had not returned as fast as she expected. Running upstairs, I walked by the Master’s quarters and heard what I believed was moaning. Stopping at his door frame, I just listened for a moment. My eyes closed imagining what he was doing and my body became wanton. Biting my lip, she heard footsteps behind me and shuttled off to George’s room.

“George, what’s taking so long?” walking into the room.

I started laughing when his hair was all astray and still with some dirt on his face.

“Come little one. Let me help you.”

Abigail, took the loving touch and help George get ready for dinner. Giving him a new set of clothes, brushing his hair, and washing the dirt off his face; I took the loving woman touch to him. It wasn’t too long before George and I were on their way to the dining room. Sitting George down at his spot, he begged of Abigail to join them for dinner.

“No, your father made it clear it was only for lunch George. However, you can tell him of all the tails of what happened today. You can come find me after dinner if you would like, but I rather you be up stairs reading that book I lent you.”

“ok Miss Abigail.” He said with a beaming smile.

I gave him a sweet kiss atop his head and left the room as Lord Richard came in. Bowing to him, I excused myself and went to grab a plate from the kitchen. The cook had seen how Abigail had been and gave her a hefty plate to nourish her.

“Thank you madam.”; Pleasantly stating as I left and walked to the table to eat with the rest of the servants.

There was a lot of humming and gossiping that was going on at the table. When I looked around, I saw the redhead Jane and a few others that I recognized. Yet it was the milkmaid who was the one that was almost singing the tune about her day’s events. It wasn’t until Jane left the table in haste that I finally paid attention to the milkmaid. Apparently she was telling the tale how the Master had caught her in the hayloft sleeping and fucked her right there. It wasn’t a bad tale, as she was bragging how big he was and how hard he had fucked her. Quickly following with how they were going to fall in love.
Rolling my eyes, l really didn’t want to hear all this and politely excused myself to eat outside by the tree. I sat down only to be followed and joined by James shortly after.

“You’re finally eating with me. Now since George isn’t around, did you think about my offer?” he questioned me.

Setting down my fork, I couldn’t believe that he was so straight forward about this. “And if I did? You are much like the lord. I have been advised of your ways Sir James.”

“Aye, but you are the only one that beholds my eye Miss Abigail.”; stating cunningly.

I just laughed and continued with the meal making small talk with James. They had a lot more in common than they lead to believe. Returning the plates to the cook, the both of them went over to the barn where he remain persistent of his wooing ways. Abigail kept turning him down for most of the night.

Then James turned his ways. He remembered how I reacted at the oak tree and decided this was the route to go. Grabbing my shoulders, he whipped me around to his face and backed me up to the rail. Crushing his lips to mine and claimed them in a warm lustful kiss. It had been a long time since someone had done that to me and immediately melted. James cupped one of my breasts and pulled them out of the tunic. Fondling each breast with his fingers, my body quickly gave into his demanding way.

“James, what if someone comes?” breathily asking.

He only answered her with another unyielding kiss as he brought up my skirt and searched for the forbidden area. My fingers hooked over the band of James’ trousers and pulled on the string that held them up. The both of them in the heat of passion began pawing at each other hungrily. With James’ trousers now on the floor, I bent at the waist and took him in my mouth. His head went back in a hard sigh as the wet warmth of my mouth sucked him to a full erection. James had turned me around over the rail, hitched my skirt around my waist and plunged deep into my wanton cunt.

Abigail had stifled a scream of pleasure when he continued to impale me with his hard rod. James had never felt such a satisfying rush from fucking someone like me. My walls would crush his shaft as he pounded me relentlessly and a hand full of hair. I had found myself bent over a rail where my breasts would swing on one side and James fucked me hard on the other.

“Oh my god! James!” I managed to scream in a pant.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I lay on my bed, resting, with the curtains pulled around the four poster, it had been a trying, and, a tiring day, and all that I wanted was some peace and quiet, before George and I ate in the dinning room.

I heard a knock at the door, and a noise, it sounded like laughing, or giggling, I called out

"Enter,"

as I pulled the curtains aside and stood up, the door opened, and in walked the two maids, Anne, and Margaret.

"Yes, what do you want?"

"You told us to come here, after our chores Sir, yesterday Sir, outside. And here we are, all ready for you Sir, who do want first?"

They giggled again, and then I remembered, yes, they had been here before, not only did they like cock, but they liked each other too, which was unusual to say the least. I had seen them yesterday, but cook was around, and needed them, so I told them to come and see me, in my chamber today.

I walked to stand between them, and slipping my hand alternately under their tunics, I tested their cunts, both hot, and both very wet. I licked my fingers, and felt my cock responding to this little interlude, I knew that I would have to fuck them both, regardless of how tired I was. I pulle don the cord at my waist, and let my pants fall to the floor, I looked at them, and then at my shaft. They knelt before me, and started to fondle me, my cock, and my balls, licking and kissing


And then there was a knock at my door.

"Yes, what the hell is wrong now?"

"The Bishop is here Sir, in the drawing room, and wishes an audience immediately."

I was annoyed to say the least, talk about picking your moment.

"Thank you Thomas, tell him I will be there in a few minutes."

I looked down, and stepped away from them.

"Give Thomas a moment to leave, and then you two must go as well. The Bishop is very important to this household, and I must see him."

 

[Rahyne]

The more I screamed the harder James plowed my hot pussy. Pumping his hard cock in and out as the juices coated him and his thighs. He took my hips in a hard grip and yanked me back when he thrusted forward. In a hard grunt, I felt his hips buck and pulled back to spray his hot white cream over my round globes. He left me for a moment to enjoy the look of his spunk painted on my ass, then wiped it off with his shirt and pulled my skirt down. Wrapping an arm around my waist, James brought me back up to his chest and gave me a tender kiss on my lips.

“That was amazing Abigail.” he said between another kiss.

Turning in James’ arms, I pressed my chest into his and kissed him passionately. He helped me fix my tunic with a gentle caress of each breast before walking back in. My hair all disheveled, we walked back into the kitchen. The cook just snickered when she saw the both of us and muttered under her breath. James shot her a look as if he heard what she said.
“What did she say?” I questioned.

He just shook his head and we went into the house and towards the library until Master and George were finished with dinner. Before opening the door, they heard two distinct male voices in the room. I shot a glance to James and he ushered me away to another part of the estate. I could tell it was Lord Richard; however the voice speaking to him was not familiar. Neither of them sounded like they were pleased.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"If the Archbishop thinks for one minute that I am going to let him dictate to me about what happens to my son George, then he is wrong, I will not allow it."

I was furious, I would decide whom my son was to be betrothed to, not the church, nor that whoremaster Charles Stuart in London. He already had his hands full with orange sellers as I understood it.

"But my Lord, you have no wife, you only have one son, you must make arrangements, if your son is betrothed now, to Monmouth`s daughter, at least you will improve the chances of your Royal line continuing."

"My Royal line? I am a distant cousin of his, about eighty first in line for the throne, so that will not arise. And how does your all seeing Archbishop know that I will not marry again? Is he a soothsayer now, as well. Get out of my soight, and out of my house, and tell your precious Archbishop that I, Lord Richard De Courcy, will decide the future of my family, not the church or anyone else for that matter, now go."

After showing him to the door, I joined my son to eat, conversation was sparse, I was still livid that the church had done this. I was not hungry, but I ate for the sake of my son, and as soon as he was finished, I left for my room, instructing the servant ro remind George`s nanny that I required to see him before bed.

I sat quietly, thinking, in the errie glow of the candles.
The day had been strange, to say the least, for I had acquired a new nanny, and to be honest, I had almost had her in my carriage. But I did not, to my regret as well, for the more that I saw of her, well, we would see.

And then there was this stupid episode with the Bishop, no doubt instigated by the King, as he travelled between his whores, leaving the Queen alone to suffer.

I sat on my chair, sipping some wine, and I heard my son and Abigailapproaching, and that brightened my mood considerably.

 

[Rahyne]

Leaving James for the evening once I saw George again, I took him to the library and read one of the many books he had shown me. To me the library was a lot colder now not only in a temperature statue, but also in tension. It was like someone was just murdered and the soul remained to haunt the very place. I shook it off as George was picking up on my feelings. Smiling down, I continued to read.

“And that’s the last of our story tonight.” I said closing the book and setting it on the table.

“Awe come on, I want to hear more. I want to know what if the dragon slayer got his prize.” George pouted.

“Tomorrow we can come back to them. However for now, you need to wash for bed. Your father is waiting for us as we speak.”* Ruffling his hair and taking his hand. “Let’s get ready for you bed sir. I’ll race you!”

George brightened at the thought of a race. Before I could get out 1,2, 3, he was already running down the corridor and up the stairs to his room. I let him beat me this time as he washed quickly and dressed for bed. He stood at his door way with a beaming smile. “I beat you! Tomorrow you have to read two chapters!”

Exaggerating a sigh; “Very well George. You won this time. Next time you won’t be so lucky.”

We both were laughing as I knocked on the door to the Master’s Chambers. There was a silence in the room, which made me second guess my instructions. Knocking again, I waited with George.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I opened my door, and George came rushing in to see me, and, scooping him up in my arms, I swung him around, before setting him down on my knee.

"I have a question for you George, and I know that you will answer me truthfully."

"Yes father?"

"What do you think of Abigail, the new nanny that I found for you.."

"She is lovely, and tells me stories, and we go riding, and we play, she is nice, can I keep her, can I?"

I laughed and bounced George upon my knee.

"Keep her? That is a little strong for one so young, but yes, she will be staying, and be caring for you. I too am pleased with the way that you have taken to each other, and, as to how she cares for you."

I looked across to where she stood, and nodded at her.

"Time for bed now George, go with Abigail, and I will see you tomorrow,goodnight."

I kissed him on the forehead, before he left with Abigail.

I was tired, and yet I was wide awake, such a tumultuous day had left me edgy, and feeling strangely alive. I went out of the Manor, passed the stables, and walked slowly around the gardens. The sky way was dark, the night very warm, as a velvet ribbon of stars crossed the heavens above my head.
The only sounds were the occasional hoots of two owls calling to each other.
A strange thought entered my head, were the owls lovers? Was she calling him to her nest? I looked back at the house, my room, and Georges were in darkness, but a candle flickered in Abigail`s room, and then, it was gone. My thought was that she had now gone to bed on this warm, almost sultry night, and I knew that I too, must soon retire, and sleep the sleep of the righteous.

The whole house was in darkness when I got back, save for the moonlight cascading in through various windows. I was used to it, I knew every square inch of this place, and I was soon striding up the stairs. I was naked in seconds, enjoying the feel of the cooler air upon my skin, but I still put on a nightshirt, I always checked on george before I retired, and it would not do for him to see his father naked, not yet.

Steppng out into the hallway, I lit a candle from the large on for that purpose, and holding it in my hand, I walked through from my room into georges. My son lay on his side, curled up with his knees raised almost to his chest. I smiled, and looked around the room, all was well here, I looked towards the door leading to the nanny`s room, it was open, just a fraction. I moved closer, and took a peep inside, I could see the bed, and on it lay a pale female figure.

I should then have returned to my room, but I did not, instead I slowly and carefully opened the door, and stepped into the room, allowing the flickering candle to illuminate. My eyes were drawn to Abigail, lay on her back, naked, one leg straight, the other bent. Her breasts were relaxed against her skin, the dark circles around her nipples very prominent by candle light.
I looked lower, to the triangle of dark tight curls, curls that seemed to point the way to the place that I desire most, her sex.

I could feel my shaft, filling and rising, I lifted my night shirt, and held myself, stroking slowly.
I moved close, standing over the bed, rubbing my hard cock. That was the moment that I knew, I wanted her.

I wanted Abigail in my bed, in my stable, against a tree, anywhere that I could take her, I wanted her. She stirred, moving over onto her side, and I left quickly, leaving the door as I found it. I closed the door to George`s room once I was back in my bedchamber. Throwiing off the nightshirt, I grabbed my cock again, pumping it furiously, my back arched, my eyes closed, only one thing on my mind, one purpose, one desire.

I came hard, crying out as I did so, crying out her name.

"Abigaaaaaiiiill."

 

[Rahyne]

The night air was thick, but there was a nice draft every once in a while. After placing George to bed, I kept the candle lit to finish the book I had started earlier in the day. I could see movement outside, but didn’t think much as it could have been anyone walking the grounds. Since I was new around here, I didn’t know the normal routine. That was as of yet.

Reflecting back on the day’s events, it had been rather a miracle for me. First I was assaulted by my original Master. Then thrown out by my mistress and left on the side of the road just in a thin shirt. Only hours later to be picked up by a debonair of a man and offered a job. I had a new place to stay and new clothes to wear. Fed, Taken on a carriage ride. Seen the Master’s manhood more times along with the ladies that enjoyed his company. Made an enemy and had a lover. I was exhausted.

Leaving the door cracked as I did with the other children, I checked on George once more before retiring. I was shocked what he had said to his father about keeping me. However I was quite proud to say the least. It wasn’t hard to connect to him since he was such a vibrant child. Reminded me much of Mistress’ children. With such praise, I hoped that he would remain happy as his nanny. Still in my tunic, I blew the candle out before lying in my bed. It was such a stifling night that I tossed and turned. Unable to get comfortable, I sat up and removed the cloth that bounded me.

Feeling better, I finally drifted on to a deep slumber. While I slept, I was dreaming of the many things that had happened. Well mostly it was about Master and his girth and then James in the stables. The dream took me back into the chambers of Master Richard and the hayloft where I had seen his manhood dangle with the bit of cum on the tip. My dream shifted to James and what had happened in the stable. Stirring in the bed, I had wished it was Master who had taken me in the stables. My thoughts and emotions moved me to the many women that had left his chambers or side throughout the day.

I awoke in a startle when I heard someone screaming my name. Sitting up immediately, I tried to get my bearings of where I was. Grabbing my tunic, I threw it on immediately and opened the door to George’s room. *Checking on him and finding him sound asleep, I heard another grunt. Walking over to the door, I pressed my ear to it and heard the Master taking a deep breath. Just another one of his visits, I thought and went back into my room.

Now awake, I couldn’t sleep. I kept the room dark, but opened the window to watch the sunrise off in the horizon. Ready for the day, I waited for the house to rise before I moved about. I had already laid out George’s clothes and made plans after breakfast and his lessons. I wasn’t going to let Master or George down. I would treat him as if he was my own. After George woke, I took him down for breakfast. Giving him his bowl of grits and eggs, I sat in the corner and waited. Gruffly, Master Richard walked in to sit down at the table. I smiled softly then returned to the book I was reading.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I spoke slowly, and quietly.

"George will be busy all day today, tutoring, and learning the art of war, and weaponry. You will hand my son over to the tutors, and then you will wait for me at the main entrance. Wear somethi ng light, and airy, today will be a very hot day, very hot indeed."

I left the room, and went to see cook, the supplies that I had required were already in a box in my carriage she assured me. Bread, cheese, and wine, along with some apples as well.
I dressed in only a pair of shoes, loose pants, and a loose shirt, and then went down to the front entrance. The carriage was waiting, the horse held by one of the stable girls. Just then Abigail arrived, and I spoke.

"I will drive the carriage, and you will sit next to me, you will only speak to answer a question, unless I say otherwise."

The sun was already hot, as I flipped the reins, and we started to move off, and I waited until we were in open country, and approaching the forest before speaking to her, as I stopped the carriage.

"We will leave the carriage here, and continue our journey on foot. We are going to a secret place, and I will have to blindfold you, do not be afraid, nothing will happen, and I will remove the blindfold when we arrive."

Before I covered her eyes, I retrieved the bag of food and drink from the carriage, and then using some block cloth, I helped Abigail down to the ground, before putting on the blindfold, some black cloth, that I tied behind her head.

I will hold your hand, and lead you, it will take a while, but we will get there."

It took longer than expected of course, as I had to guide her along the unseen path, once I heard the running water, I knew we were close, and then we stepped out into the clearing. Ahead of us, a small waterfall ambled off the side of a hill, and then away into a babling stream.

I put the bag down, and then released Abigail from her enforced darkness.

This, is our family secret, discovered by my great grandfather 200 years ago.
Beyond the waterfall is a rock, a very special rock, in the shape of an alter. For the last 200 years, every first born son of the De Courcy family, has been coneived upon that rock. My own grandfather built a shelter, and brought an airtight trunk here, in which we keep the ceremonial robes.
Today is the anniversary of its finding, and I must go, to give thanks to my ancestors, and, to the good Lord.
There is however one rule that I must obey, to pass through the waterfall, you must be made aware Abigail, to enter, means to serve."

I reached out, and cupped her breats beneath the thin material of her garment, letting my thumb graze her nipple.

"You can sit here, on this fallen tree if you like while I am away, do not wander off, the forest is a dangerous place..

I slipped off my shoes, and my shirt, before untieing the string at my waist. I folded my shirt, and my trousers, placing them next to her. I stood before her, my almost hard cock waving, giving her one last look, I turned and walked through the waterfall.

Arriving at the shelter, I stepped inside, and opened the chest, befor elaying out the robes, to soften the stone.

Then I sat, and I waited, would her curiosity be infinitely stronger than her patience?

 

[Rahyne]

Listening to his husky voice, I mentally took notes of everything he wanted done. After George finished his breakfast, I ushered him upstairs and got him ready. While he was getting ready, I followed the master’s orders and changed into a white cotton tunic.

“Now when I return with your father and you are done with your studies, I promise that we will go and do something.”; smiling giving him a kiss atop his head, I released him to the tutors. *Turning towards the front of the estate, I saw him standing there with the stable girl. Before I even said a word, he was already ordering what I will do on the ride.

"I will drive the carriage, and you will sit next to me, you will only speak to answer a question, unless I say otherwise."

“Yes sir.” I answered and climbed into the carriage. The trip was quiet and the weather was steamy. Occasionally, we would get the reprieve of a small wind or shade from the trees from the sun. When Master Richard stopped the carriage and said we would be traveling the rest of the way by foot. However, that wasn’t the part that scared me. It was the fact that he was taking me blindfolded through the forest.

Was he going to rape and kill me now? I had done something wrong? I ran through a million possibilities through my head as I descended from the carriage. He was still being pleasant and actually very genuine in his actions. Taking a deep breath, he enclosed me in the darkness of the blindfold. With my hand in his, he led me through the thick brush of the forest. I could hear the rustling of the earth beneath us, birds taking flight, and in the distance a waterfall. *

When the waterfall was closer, we stopped and the blindfold was released. *I blinked several times to adjust to the well lit area. It was like its own oasis in the middle of nowhere. When he explained what this place was to him, I was shocked that he brought me. Why me? Why not one of his other women? I’m just the nanny. He already had his first son. I thought to myself as he continued with the history. His voice stressed at the last part of the story.

“There is however one rule that I must obey, to pass through the waterfall, you must be nabe aware Abigail, to enter, means to serve."

I didn’t realize how transfixed I was on him until his hand cupped my breast and thumb grazed over my nipple. Instinctively it reacted to his touch, stirring something inside me. I held the little breath I had in me as our eyes continue to remain locked on one another. His voice was a soothing monotone that just drew me in further into the trance. Master’s hand released my breast and began to undress. My eyes followed his hands as they removed his shirt and trousers; then gave him a once over stopping on his semi-hard erection. I could feel his eyes bore into my soul at the moment and gasped when I looked back into his before he disappeared.

As he disappeared behind the waterfall, I stretched to see if I could see more stumbling in the process. Looking around I just was in awe at its beauty. As if it was as magical as the fairytale place I described to George from the book we were reading. Draping my hand behind me and sitting down on the log, I bent over and picked one of the wildflowers. Twirling it around in my finger, I wondered if he had brought George here yet. Drifting my thoughts to what he looked like before he departed, I wondered why he had brought me here.

Why me? Was I some sacred sacrifice to be used? No if that was the case, he wouldn’t have told me to wait here or follow him behind the waterfall. He would have just dragged me there. Had he brought the other wrenches from the estate here? What did he mean by to enter here means to serve? Is that not what I am doing already? *Serving him and George? Is this where George was conceived with his wife? George, MY sweet George.

I smiled once again thinking of the young boy, who for some reason I had grown attached to in a very short time. Biting my lip, my curiosity was getting the best of me. However so was my desire to be touched by him like that again. I wasn’t sure why when I knew he had the means of every woman that worked at the estate. Why would I just want to be one of the girls he just calls at will? The memory of his touch grew stronger, stirring more emotions. Bouncing one of my legs, I got up to walk towards the waterfall. I was curious to see what he was doing, what it was like in there.

I dropped the hand with the flower to my side and pressed the other one against the stone wall. Trying to peek around the corner my hair fell to the side and framed my face. There he stood in his lavish robes, his hands folding before him as if he was just waiting on my arrival. He smiled when I came into view. Giving him a soft smile, I looked at his face. The smile was bright almost too bright, but for some reason I wasn’t scared. It was like I was supposed to be here at this moment; at this time.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I did not have too long to wait, before she appeared.

I stood, waiting, watching, the ceremonial robes about my shoulders, as she stepped into the shelter.

"I knew Abigail, that you would come, and, I have to tell you that yesterday was no accident. You being abandonded I mean. I have to tell you, that my ancestors have been at work here, that is the only explanation.

I am convinced that they have chosen you, even more so when I see my son with you. The boy never knew his mother, she died in childbirth, and he was raised by others. In you I see a devotion, to my son, and to your duty by him, and, he adores you."

I moved slightly, and started to remove my robes, laying them across the stone, the almost sacred stone to my family. I turned to face her, naked again, my cock proud, and my head held high.

"By stepping through into this place Abigail, you have offered yourself unto me, to serve me in whatever manner, or way that I desire. The last person to do that, and to be here, was my late wife Mary. She would I know, approve of this, and now it is time.
This is our family`s most sacred place, our place of taking, and of giving. Simply by being here, you have consented to my taking whatever I want from you, and to you giving it, without fear, or favor.
I do appreciate the sudden nature of this, and your surprise, and because of that, I will give you one opportunity to change your mind. You may go back, and sit on the tree, and the matter will never be raised again, or you may stay, and accept all of the consequences"

I sat upon the robes, with my legs apart, and my face set.

"Remove your tunic, and serve your Lord, or leave."