The governess

[ariosto]

Gerald stared at her hands which clasped and unclasped the tables edge with the same tempo as his incessant thrusts. The 'grocery list' was one of his usual ways of suggesting yet another quick buggering to his loyal and patient housekeeper whose dour sensuality was so intriguing to him.
It had been going on for years now and he found it endlessly satisfying and increasingly fascinating to discover just how far the spinsterish woman was willing to go to please him.

"Mrs. Hutchinson, please be so kind as to reach back and spread your arse cheeks just as wide as you possibly can."

Dutifully she released her grip on the table and gripped the ivory curve of her buttocks, opening them so Gerald had a marvelous view of his glistening pink pego sliding it's full arcing course into and out of The housekeepers clutching nether lips.
He reached around her slender thighs and pinched her dilated pearl, frigging it maddeningly while the fingers of his other hand circled her rosey little hole in teasing arabesques.

Mrs. Hutchinson moaned and writhed and stood on tip toe to receive him as his thrusts became more and more dramatic.
For a moment he thought of stopping instantly and leaving the poor woman stretched out across the table, shuddering unfulfilled upon the very brink itself. But he was much too close to stop, his own release was at hand...
He gasped
"My dear, when I begin to cum will you....?"

 

[MissVictoria]

Miss Hutchinson

Off-balance as the thin woman was pummeled by the much larger man, her cheek slid and stuck on the table- her quick breaths fogging the shiny surface as she held her sex wide open with her long, spindly fingers.

She knew better than to reply to his question- it was not made out of courtesy or concern for her in any way: it was an order... and even now Miss Hutchinson was on the verge of release, doing her best to hold back, and aching in the agonizing wait.

His forceful thrusting barreled her into the table, and the edge of the hard oaken piece bit into the flesh of her breasts- there would likely be a bruise, but for now the pain was sweet. A strained moan was caught in the back of her throat, and her teeth were clamped together. His merciless member was thrashing into her, stretching her, pounding, reshaping her insides, tearing her apart... and she loved every second of it.

She was on her tiptoes, and her legs were now shaking, threatening to give out from under her. Her cheek was rubbing harshly against the table, and there was the everpresant pain in her breasts. She felt him begin to tense, and she scrambled her hands backwards to find his thighs, gripping them and pulling him sharply forward, her fingernails digging into the firm flesh.

I love you was what she thought, as his cock began to jump inside her.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

Slitting her nightgown to ribbons, I hold her in an impassioned embrace until the tattered rag literally falls apart around her. Catherine is bared to me at last. Breaking our kiss, I slide the dagger flatly along the side of her delicate, frightened face. Staring in her eyes, she becomes the lamb, myself the serpent; holding her hypnotized.

The sharp point glides across the flesh of her chin, just not breaking her skin. I lift her chin by the sharp point, slowly to reveal the soft sweep of her neck. When her head is elevated high enough to reveal her rapidly pulsing jugular, I attack. Lunging forward I suck at her sweet neck hard. My tongue darting out to trace the line of that pulsing flesh before slowly withdrawing. My still hungry tongue flicking between my teeth to wet my lips.

I let the dagger tip trace its way down in a slow long line, leaving a reddish trail of scratched, but unbroken skin from chin to collarbone. Catherine is trembling and silently weeping in her terror, yet I can feel her flesh warming to the cold steel, puzzling her mind. Staring hellfire into her soul as I look in her eyes, I smile a thin cold line before her. Her hot, frightened breath upon my lips. The dagger, as if on its own, flatly slides its hard surface down the line of her breast bone. Then it changed course to slide below the curve of her heaving right breast. The chill blade now caressing flesh on its two sides. The needle sharp tip scraping that sweet nexus where her flesh met her flesh. The metal phallus rounded her teat and circled it in shrinking circles, until it surrounded her burning areola. Catherine's body quivered as the point gathered its coils around her rigid nipple. I lowered my mouth to the conjunction of steel and flesh there, sucking them both in fully. Catherine gasped in terror and swarming lust as I suckled her. It was difficult to tell what was more delicious the steely blade, or the throbbing nipple.

Releasing the two delights from my mouth, "Excellent taste, would you not agree, Catherine?" She hesitated before nodding violently out of fear and dark desire. The blade, and my mouth would not be denied a sample of her left globe, so I repeated the torment there before exploring more of Catherine.

The dagger led the way across her soft, pale underbelly. My hot tongue trailing slowly, serpentine. Upon reaching Catherine's sweaty dew glistened grass, the dagger swept wide and close across the down. I rose my head so I could watch clearly as the dagger point circled Catherine's erect nub. She shuddered violently. The flickering light of the room revealed her swollen, quivering lips open and greased. I dipped the tip into her demanding orifice, gathering a swab of Catherine's precious cream onto the blade. I regarded it with building fire before pointing it close to those luscious lips, "Taste, Catherine," I commanded softly, "yes, taste your mind's fear and your body's desire."

 

[ariosto]

Sometimes with her...sometimes with her, Gerald could be a mad dog.
Her constant availability, her meek aquiesence at every demand no matter how depraved or humiliating could breed in him a contempt that he never felt for her in the role of the Kent's ever efficiant housekeeper.

"Cum for me ...now."
His voice was rough, his lips were low, close to her naked back, she felt his breath searing her pale skin.
She pushed back hard on to him and a strangled cry escaped her as she thrust herself again and again on his plunging cock. She closed down on him in tight shuddering contractions, grasping his thighs, pulling him with unexpected force into her passage. His fingers increased the intensity of their rough caressing of the housekeepers swollen clitoris and then with great force he pushed a long thin finger into her puckered arsehole.
Mrs Hutchinson gave out a great weeping moan and nearly upset the table with her sudden stiffening.
He felt as if she would sever his cock with the strength of the contaraction and had to will himself not to join her in the blinding sweet agony of release. A flood of warm creamy spend suddenly flowed around his member and she collapsed limply onto the table. He pulled himself from her moist sucking quim and roughly turned her over. Her face was red and swollen, her hair a wild tangle, she held her hands over her thin breasts and wide eyed watched his purpled engorged cock, jerking with the violent strokes of Gerald Kent's pumping hand approach her tear streaked face.

"Open!", he screamed.
She barely had time to part her lips before rockets of his hot seed erupted across them and flew into her hungry mouth.

 

[MissVictoria]

Miss Hutchinson

The world spun before her as she was harshly turned around, and before Miss Hutchinson had time to fully realise that the room had stopped moving and she had fallen to her knees, she heard Gerald Kent's snarling voice.

"Open!", he screamed- and she obeyed without a second thought, knowing full well what her master wanted. She did not even jump as his hot jism rained across her face, and filled her mouth with its strong and salty presance.

And so it happened again. For some reason she had been disillusioned to think that this time would be different. In all the years that she had opened this part of herself to him, in all the years that he had been using her, he had never once given her his seed- has never flooded his sweet release inside her. For some reason she felt that this action would somehow change their relationship: his seed would fill her, seep into her body and change her into something he desired. Something that he could not resist. Something that he could love.

Gerald Kent did not witness how the wretched woman loyally swallowed every drop of his love- he was already walking out of the room.

She watched his back as he departed, and her hands clenched at her sides; her fingers balled into tight fists. Letting out a choked sob that resembled a scream of rage, she hunched over, pounding her hands against the floor and then tearing at her hair. Collapsing into a heap on the floor, she sobbed as she never had before- called up years of misery from the far corners of her heart and mind, voicing it all. When she was finished, she lay with her forehead pressed to the ground, traces of dust from the carpet filling her nostrils as she breathed deeply and evenly, calm to her very core. She had reached a decision.

Diane Hutchinson at that moment reclaimed her name- no longer would she be referred to dismissively as 'Miss'- it was something that she could no longer tolerate.

 

[ariosto]

Gerald Kent sipped his Brandy and watched as his son played games over Catherine's body with the knives he was so fond of. Sometimes the knife play alarmed the elder Kent but always Jonathan would draw back at the last minute feeding on his victims terror to bring himself to escalating pinnacles of arousal.
The knives fascinated him as well, but Gerald was content to sit back and watch. Of course that didn't mean that he himself did not find the actions of his son and the helpless governess...stimulating. Indeed they were.
As he watched Jonathan suck Catherines nipples while caressing them with the blade, he began to stir again.
Taking another drink of the fiery liquid he watched as Jonathans knife moved down to touch and
circumnavigate the poor womans exposed clitoris.
Miss Gordon's eyes stared wildly at his sons evil countenance, the knife moving closer and closer...

Gerald released his reborn erection from his trousers and began to stroke himself. Though seated in the doorway a scant dozen feet from the
drama, both players seemed oblivious. What he needed now was Mrs. Hutchinsons attentions.
Yes that would be delicious. He looked behind him into the hall and called out softly for her.

Damnation! Where was that woman when you needed her!

 

[MissVictoria]

Technically, Diane Hutchinson's workday ended at seven in the evening, after supper had been taken care of and cleaned up after.

That is why, when at precisely eleven-o-three she heard Gerald Kent call her to him, Diane remained lying in her bed, pretending to read 'Othello' while she was truly only glancing at the pages and smiling at the fact that she was denying him whatever it was that he wanted.

As she held the book in one hand, her other hand began to toy lightly with her breasts, through the thin cloth of her nightdress. She circled her nipples thoughtfully, teasing them into rising with the sensation, and then brushing the flat of her hand over her small breasts and enjoying the brush of her hard nubs across the flesh of her palm. Her hands ventured lower, hiking up the thin cotton gown, her long fingers venturing to her wetness, and rolling the tips around her clitoris, over and over.

She could hear him in the hallway. Calling to her. She nearly laughed outloud to herself with the joy of it, her busy fingers dipping and rolling, catching and pleasing. She arched back into the pillow, her lips parted as sensation grew.

At the precise moment Gerald Kent knocked on her bedroom door, Diane Hutchinson erupted into a wave of pleasure as she came.

 

[ariosto]

Gerald was in a dither of confused emotions as he watched the Housekeepers thin body twisting and writhing on the bed. She knew he was there of course, she was staring right at him!
Laughing and moaning as her back arched upwards to meet the moist glistening fingers that she was plunging like a steam piston into her gaping quim.
With a final scream she impaled herself on the arrow of her hand and with a shudder that wracked her whole body she climaxed deliciously and sank back on to her bed. Her eyes closed and except for a quivering aftershock here and there, she lay still.

Gerald walked over to the bedside and put his
turgid cock in her cum wet hand expecting a squeeze and a stroke.
She patted it.

She patted it!
"Here Now!"
Mister kent was angry.
"Here Now!...My son and the Governess are in one bedroom playing with knives, getting me randy as the Great Porte and my dependable Housekeeper is lying in bed frigging herself when I call her!"

He bent low over her smiling face.
"You can't say I havn't allowed you to play in all our little games here...can you?!"
He slapped aching pego several times against her sticky palm.
"Now by Christ Mrs Hutchinson the least you can do is fuck me in my hour of need"

 

[MissVictoria]

"Call me Diane..." she mewed up at him teasingly, and she clasped a hand behind his neck, pulling him forcefully downward.

Before he had a chance to respond, her lips were crushed against his, her mouth opening, her tongue probing insistantly, her teeth grazing against his skin. She sighed softly into the kiss, and her hand wound around his cock, almost painfully yanking. When he yelped into her mouth, she ended the kiss, smiling strangely and chuckling softly.

"Poor baby..." she whispered, her grip firm and uncomfortable. "Poor dear Mister Kent... whatever shall we do? What was that you wanted, my love?"

She gave a quick flick of her wrist, and he squirmed uncomfortably.

"I'm tired of endlessly giving my attentions... for nothing. For nothing, Gerald. You let me partake of your little games, but only after you are finished... and I am still expected to be the game, whenever you desire, at your beck and call."

She released her grasp on his manhood, and quickly slapped the face that she loved so much.

"Did you even know I had a name? DID YOU?" she was nearly screaming, and had risen from the bed, naked in front of him. Her eyes were fierce, but within could be seen hesitation, self-doubt, as well as elation.

 

[ariosto]

Gerald Kent's reaction to being struck was akin to
falling off a tram. It had never happned before! No one had dared to strike him since Papa had gone off to India!

He looked at the ferocious creature kneeling naked on the bed, who had turned suddenly to fire and steel. It was Mrs Hutchinson, wasn't it?
Or was this 'Dianne' someone new. Someone who would take control, someone who would give him the penance he suddenly felt he kneeded after so many years of being a very, very bad boy.

"I am so sorry...Diane."
His eyes were cast down looking at his cock which had suddenly gone stiff as a flagpole in contemplation of...
"Punishment, I deserve to be disciplined severely..."

Gerald's voice was a whisper but the transformed housekeeper heard every golden word.

 

[Honey_B]

I was losing the battle with myself. For it was not Jonathon Kent that I fought, but my own hidden desires. Jonathon’s knife danced over my body, leaving me breathless and absolutely at his mercy. I was stunned beyond belief at his actions and my reactions to them. His cold blade became warm as the steel soaked up the heat of my body.

“Yes, taste your mind’s fear and your body’s desire.”

It was not just the stabbing terror of the man that made me obey, but the undeniable realization that I was falling under his spell.

Cautiously, ever so delicately, I ran my tongue over the blade, careful of the edge. I tasted the essence of myself.

The movement was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. A quick flick of his wrist and then I tasted blood, seeping from the soft flesh of my tongue.

And then he was on me, sucking my tongue into his mouth. Feeding off of me. I responded, moaning into the heat of the kiss, arching my body into his.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Johnathon

Catherine's blood and her honeydew, more sweeter than opium on my tongue. I sucked the mingling brew of ecstasy and life, hard and deep, my tongue encircling hers to constrict, to squeeze every drop of life from her twitching tongue. I fall upon her body pinning her beneathe me, the sharp blade all but breaking the skin of her sweet neck. A cruel thumb and forefinger grind an erect nipple. Catherine moans into my maw under my torments.

Withdrawing from the delicasy of her mouth I rise up just enough to speak, still pressignthe dagger and twirling her nipple absently. "Catherine," I whisper, like the executioner to the condemed on the gallows, "we shall now murder that saintly maidenhead of, ...mine." Grinning like the reaper my lustfilled rasps continue, "I shall not be denied my birthday present. Should you be a good girl, I shall only have to slice your cunny with myself." Noting the sudden terror that floods her face and begins to remove all traces of desire, "If you have not been a good girl, I may have to cut off your lobes and send them to the police commisiner, just for jollies!" Adding with a far more deadly tone, "I so hope you have protected my present for me to harvest, for your own hide."

Catherine trembles in terror as I stand do remove the wool and linen of civilization and uncaging the raging beast from within. I keep the point of the dagger trailing across her chest from one sweet nipple to the other. With the dagger poised just at her throat, denting the skin, gently. Another dagger plunges into her body in a far more sensitive region with one thrust, strong enough to smash any barrier...

 

[Honey_B]

Catherine

I couldn't breathe...

Jonathon Kent tore into my body and tears sprang to my eyes. They were not for the assault. His words, the threat, they awakened me to the nature of this man. He was dangerous not merely depraved.

I struggled against the rising panic.

Icy cold fear insinuated itself through my veins with the realization that he might very well kill me. My body would betray me despite my innocence. Jonathon was the first man to ever enter me yet I have no evidence about me to suggest otherwise.

A sob caught in my throat.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Jonathon

Tears begon to course down Catherine's cheeks upon my initial entry. Her silken purse resisted with an apropriate tightness. Slamming home, nothing! I halt, out of shock, burried to the quick. "No hymen?!?" I whisper, barely audible, to myself more than anyone. My fist constricts as if to crush the dagger's hilt in my hand, knuckles whitening, sharkskin creaking. My eyes widen and fill with bloodlust. "Father!" I mutter, twisting the blade against her neck, distractedly, red droplets slipping from their milky casing.

Savagely, I attack, Catherine's quim. Slamming, pummeling, driving, into her tight, unused flesh. A daggerless hand snaring a fistful of her tossled locks. Enraged cock showing her stretching passage no quarter, as if still searching for its goal, something to smashdown... The razor sharp blade haphazardly, carressing her skin, carelessly. Catherine, screams echoing around my ears. Tiny knick and pinpricks, oozing tiny drops. Holding her tight, crushing my weight upon her, I stab her lips with a hungery kiss. Tongue slicing through, muffing her screams, rubbing roughly over her wounded tongue, tasting the sweetness of her life. Lunging deep and rising from her chest, my skin decorated with her crimson juices, I errupt my thick juices into her womb.

I take a deep breathe, as I remove myself from her, with a slickended pop. I rise up quickly, twirling the dagger in my grasp with a refined flourish. "Aw, sweet, Catherine," I whisper distantly, "I hope you know this is not personal," my voice trails off in the glow of the lamp. In a blinked instant I am upon her again, dagger poised to strike. A trembling tear choked scream. A siezing and parting of her nether lips. The dagger falls ever so slowly. Dipping deeply in. Catherine, trembling for her very life, I slide the blade into her twisting it slowly. Very careful to not cut, just threaten her sensitive inner skin. Gathering a prodigious glaze of honey dew and seed. Sliding it out and releasing her lips, offering it for her inpsection, "I think Father will enjoy his last meal, as I feed him my blade for having broken my maidenhead." I say with a distracted fascination over the glistening steel.

 

[ariosto]

Gerald

Gerald's abasement routine was interupted by the clamor from the Governess' chamber.

His son could be quite vexing...perhaps he'd finally gone to far. A pity, he wasn't done with Miss Gordon. Not by a long shot.

"I'm sorry Diane, if you'll excuse me for a moment. I won't be long."
Gerald walked to his room and took the finely wrought dueling pistol from his drawer. He checked to make sure it was loaded and then walked down the hall towards Catherine's room.
He stopped just outside and listned to the animal like sounds coming from within.

He sighed...As long as Jonathan had kept his 'games' away from home he was more than content to look the other way. But now it seemed the boy was going too far and Gerald would not allow the good name of Kent to be sullied in any way.

He cocked the weapon and waited....

 

[Swashbuckler]

sorry

OOC: bump