The New Maid

[Ysandre]

The bath the water, the steam, the feel of the sponge, Your warm soft hands. Not hands that had been calloused from labour, but soft, gentleman's hands touching and relishing my body. The voice that was so harsh before so soft now, the hands that commanded the cane against my body was so gentle now. In a fever dream I sank into his touch. Immersing myself in every pleasure, sighing out at every touch of the sponge, and his fingers.
The razor startled me a bit, but his hands so gentle, so steady, his voice so commanding, nearing the end I thought my leggs would give out, but the sharpness of the razor against my delicate skin reminded me how painful it could be. Sighing out and succumbing to the feel of it, sliding and almost hearing it scrape against my skin. Letting my thoughts wander to times of when it could just slip, drifting away my lifes force with it.
Snapping back to his attention as the sponge is given to me. Hearing the words, and then seeing Your warm gentle eyes on me. Blushing furiously, looking down into the water, and then slowly standing up and sitting against the back edge of the tub, letting my leggs be apart and press against the sides to brace me. Looking up at You for a moment and replying.

Yes Sir

Dipping the sponge low in the water, letting my breasts hang in the air for a moment, then bringing the sponge up to my neck, letting the water drip down to my breasts, along them, over them, between them, drenching the hard nipples stiff in the air. Dipping again and sliding it slowly along my stomach as a lovers caress upon my skin. Gliding the sponge along my hips, letting the water caress the tops of my leggs, letting the heat rise to meet my skin. Dipping a last time, and bringing it up to my newly shaved pussy, arching back to enjoy the heat dripping over it, sliding it between my leggs for Your view, reaching sweet folds, and pressing it back and forth as if kissing it with the water. Looking up only for a second, licking my lips at Your powerful form, flushing with lust, and then dripping more water over my pussy. Pressing it, kissing it, washing it, then sliding a delicate finger inside, swirling it inside, and feeling it. Sighing out and closing my eyes, pressing and rubbing my clit for Your view. Laying my head back as i rub, slowly at first, then faster, circles, then pushing two fingers inside, pushing and riding my fingers against the tub, sighing out and then looking at You with abandon, purring out in delight

Will You let me cum?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

My smile broadened as her passion mounted before my eyes. My gaze devouring her as she pleasured herself before me. "Will You let me cum?" she asked with lust ragged breath. I grinned adn wrapped my fingers on my forearms across my beasts. For a logn moment I let her continue, the need tormenting her fiercely. Then I quietly, barely above a whisper, I hissed, "Cum, my willow, CUM NOW!!" I shouted. My voice booming in the accoustics of the bathroom.

Her fingers picked up the tempo with pleasured relief as her lips formed a moan and her knees became weak. Her body wracked with pleasure as she flooded her figners and the sponge with her desire. "Keep cumming my pet, cum for me, cum forever," I whisper over her moans as I step froward and steady her water dropletted form in my arms. "I do so love to hear you enjoying yourself, my blossum."

Holding her tight, my chest soaking in the wetness from her breasts. My ears devouring the sopping noises from the combination of the sponge, her fingers, and her flooding pussy. Josette's head colapsing on my shoulder as her fingers plunge away. Her pants, hot and seductive upon my neck.

Brushing her hair from her neck, I kiss her, tasting her skin. My fingers absently working thier way to her throat. Gliding, feeling, caressing her racing pulse. Softly encircling her sweet neck in my hands,.... squeezing, ever so slightly, ever so.....

My lust rising to full bore I push her down to her knees before me in the bubbled water. Pressing my enflamed lust against her lips, through my trousers. My fingers hot about her neck, urgent and pressing. Josette's blood rushing through her veins, just below my fingers. Josette's gasping breath, stiffled agaisnt my thumbs. Relaxing my grip a slight bit, "Suck, my beauty," I command with husky tones, pulling her lips against my throbbing hardness, seperated from her lips by only the confines of my leather.

 

[Ysandre]

Melting into your kiss, enjoying the feel of Your silken covered powerful chest against my hard nipples. Your strong hands encircling my neck enhances my gasp. Your claim and power taking over my body, eyes closing and riding the waves of passion brought on by the feel of blood rushing from my head. Falling into the water to my knees. Feeling Your fingers controling even the very air I breathe, seeing Your thick shaft straining thru the leather. Your words coming to my ears quicikly, and my hand flying to undo Your leather. Freeing your thick shaft so quickly it slaps my lips hard. Licking my lips, and plunging directly down.
Purring out against You and plunging you down, forcing the head so deep the only thing stopping are Your fingers at my throat. Pushing, and grinding against Your hips, sliding and pushing deep, sucking hard. Gliding my teeth along the length, plunging to my depths, swallowing hard and sucking up, hungrily devouring Your shaft. Your fingers encircling my throat, Your shaft commanding my mouth, Your voice commanding my body, passion building and breath quickening, the glorious feeling of sinking to pleasure taking over my body.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Josette's lips, tongue, teeth, and sheer willing lust were engulfing my shaft, devouring my lust. I can feel my passion rising, rolliing deep in my balls as she sucks the very essence of life from my well. Her head bobbing rapidly over my flesh, coaxing my release.

As her tempo mounts, driving me from realms of reason, I hardly notice my fingers tightening around her small throat. Pulling her hard upon me, to meet my increasingly inflamed thrusts into the depths of her throat. Josette's golden hair bouncing back and forth, hid her paling cheeks that were invaded again and again by my throbbing cock.

I gasp and drive myself deeper still into her mouth. My cock savorign the warmth of her throat swallowing my head. My entire body tenses, figners flexing about her throat as I empty into it with hot jets of salty lust. My ears throbbing with the triumph of my release, slowly recognizing the sounds of coughing. Looking down I realize that my new joy is struggling for breath. Her lips gasping for breath and allowing my issue to spill over them.

Slowly relaxing my crushing caress of her sweet neck, as I withdraw from her lips. "Stop coughing and lick that up, Josette," I say as I turn away. Lifting my trembling hands before my eyes as my back turns to her. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Watching Josette in the mirror quickly lapping my cum off her lips and chin, still gasping for breath. Thick red lines mark the recent home of my fingers on her pale throat. Her lips holding on to thier bluish tint, as she coughs and gasps. her eyes look as though she has only not fiented on my order to clean up my sperm.

Turning around, "You please me, Josette," I say flatly with a cold smile. "Now, step out and let me dry off your skin," I say pulling a thick towel from the gilt ring on the wall. The sound of cascading water silently slips through the air as Josette, eyes blurry, takes a tenative step from the tub. Instantly she slips on the smooth floor. Her lack of breath and unsure balance betraying her to fall headlong into my powerful arms.

Ensnaring josette, with the towel like a gladiator's net, I pull her quickly to her feet. My lips crushing her own. My tongue pumping its way into her mouth, bringing a flood of color back to her cheeks. My hands gliding over her skin. Rubbing her dry. Fingers pinching nipples through fuzzy cloth. Tongue licking droplets from her shoulders. Lips kissing down her chest between her breasts. Roughly dragging the towel around each of her legs, warming her flesh with my caress.

Dropping the towelat her feet I lick two of my own figners and run them tightly over her mons. Then plunging them into her heated wetness, "Ah, my lass, now that is a wetness, I never want to see dry," I say as I explore her quim with stabbing, grasping figners, "I hope you understand," I hiss staring into josette's eyes, peering into her succulent soul. A shudder begins in her body and I pull my fingers from her quickly. Raising them to her lips, "I do so hope you understand," as she parts her lips to clean herself from my fingers. I smile into her eyes.

I pull up a maids outfit, "Put this on, my josette," I say coolly. "You will find that its size is adequate form my tastes. You shall be dressed in one of these unless I instruct you otherwise. You will find there are no useless undergarments. You can not impede my interest for your entrances with those," I say dismissingly. Holdign it up before her. It looks fairly classic, black with white accents, however, closer inspection reveals that it is of a translucent gauzey lace. The back is low cut and the rear of the skirt is hig as to only cover the top quarter of her ass cheeks. The white apron is cut low enogh to allow her breasts to be fully visible through the black lace of the suit. Mid thigh stockings of lace complete with garter belts complete the ensemble as with a pair of soft black slippers. "Put this on, josette, I shall await you in the dining room," I say tossing the clothing to her and leaving throught the door.

 

[Ysandre]

Your cock forced down my throat. Your fingers wrapped tight and holding my breath, grinding, moving and passion building in my own body. The very breath taken as I feel the hot jets hit the back of my throat. Waves of passion rolled thru my body and finally let my breath go. Through tears I gasp, I cough, I spill, and quickly hearing Your words lick my chin. Stepping out slowly, finding myself breathless in Your arms, all passes with Your words.
Your soft hands caressing my body, and feeling Your strong fingers invade, explore, sends me to near explosion.
Watching You pull out the maids outfit, hardly a bikini, I blush at the sight of it. At first I can't believe You'd ask. Then You are gone. The door closed behind before I could even catch my breath to ask.
Fitting myself rather tightly in the skimpy uniform. Passing a mirror, looking at my long hair pulled up, my ass hanging out, my full breasts pressing so tight to lace. I blushed. I smiled. I blushed and quickly made my way to the dining room.

Entering quietly from a door to Your left into an elegant room. A solid oak table seated 10 comfortably. A mirror along the west wall, gave the room so much more depth, and was just a touch higher that the top of the table. The Chandalier that lighted it was 24 candlelamps, and little crystals hung delicately balanced to enhance the light. I felt so naked, so overwhelmed. Moving quickly to stand at Your side.
Sir You requested me be here, this one hopes she hasn't kept You waiting too long.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

My fingers stopped thier drumming on the polished wood of the table as josette entered the room. The lithe maids uniform tightly contouring her assests perfectly. The cold blue of my eyes washed over the dark of her nipples that peeked over the bodice. As she crossed closer to my side They swept like a tide of lust over her barely covered ass. josette reached my side and I landed a firm hand upon her half exposed cheek, "josette, my dear, you will learn to be more prompt," I said non-chalantly. "Now, my pet, would you be so good as to fetch the beef that the cook has prepared and bring it out for us to dine. Tonight you will be allowed to join me," I instructed as I lifted a decaterof wine from the table setting pulling my gaze away from her with some difficulty.

 

[Ysandre]

Gasping at the slap on my ass, not really meaning too, flushing completely
Yes Sir

Turning gracefully, moving quickly thru one door and thru again, holding the tray just at bust height, hoping to retain some semblance of dignity in front of him. Blushing profusely, bending down and setting the beef on the table.
Looking at Him for a moment, and without words realizing I was to serve Him as well. Cutting it smoothly, and laying the thick steak on His plate, cutting it to perfect bite size peices yet still able to carry conversation. Making sure the butter on the peas didn't melt with the gravy of the potatoes and then setting it in front of Him. Flushing at the fact I have to turn for the decanter of wine. Bending over still in reach as I retrieve the wine and pour His glass full. Pouring mine only half and serving myself portions of half His size. Looking at Him before sitting down.
Would Sir care for anything else?

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Sipping my wine and watching jossette's beauty, the swell of her breasts as she cuts the meat. her ass rising beautifully as she reaches for the wine. I allowed myself a slight smile. Hearing her question, I raised the goblet to my lips and sipped, looking deeply into her eyes. My gaze afire with lust. "My pet," I began slowly, drumming my fingers on the table's edge slowly, "must I starve?" I asked icily. My figners stopped drumming and I glanced from her eyes to my plate and back again with impatience.

josette's eyes glazed with slight confused panic, as I intensified my stare from my pale blue eyes. I set the goblet down and gripped her tiny wrist, my eyes never let slack their grip on hers. "josette," I hissed cooly, "when one serves Master, one serves!" Forcing her hand onto the handle of the fork before I let go of her wrist, still peering into her eyes.

 

[Ysandre]

Josette

I heard His words, sharp and commanding. Yet with a tone of one net necessarily hungry for food. I'd heard that tone before. Smiling softly and lowering my lashes, feeling almost comfortable suddenly
Of course Sir, forgive this one's thoughtlessness

Taking the fork delicately, leaning over and letting my nipples hover just above the table, arching my ass out just enough, choosing a delicate morsel and pursing my lips just enough to blow across the hot meat. Inhaling the scent and pushing out my breasts as i rise up and bring the fork to Your lips.
Choosing another piece, and sighing softly as my nipple nearly brushes the table, as i bring the food up to Your lips you see that i have goosebumps. An almost wicked smile crosses your lips as You chew.
You look unsteady. Serve Me from your knees.

Letting You take the bite on the fork, while You chew moving quickly to my knees, the heels forcing my knees apart, the short dress allowing my secrets to show just barely. Kneeling up i notice the table is just the perfect height the rest my nipples on, then reaching up my hands, fork of food in one, wine glass in the other, wrists nearly touching, lowering my lashes respectfully offering Your service.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Absently rolling the bone handeled dinner knife in my fingers next to my plate as I lock my eyes upon josette's peaking nipples. Her legs spread perfectly. The rare beef's juices flooding across my tongue and fueling my hunger. My teeth ground on the steak as she placed another peice in my mouth. My fingers tightened around the knife. Shaking my head a bit to clear my thoughts, "josette," I began softly, "another piece," I said, my eyes locking upon her breasts as I time the taking of the wine from her hand aat the perscise moment she begins bringing up her other hand with the fork. The inevidable collision sends wine splashing across her mounded breasts, bathing them with a crimson flow.

"jOSETTE!" I snap. Quickly gripping her wrist and lifting her up off her knees. My eyes blazing half burried in my scowl. "You, must learn to be less clumsy!" I shout in her face, savoring her surprise. Cavalierly tossing the goblet over my shoulder and bringing my emptied hand hard upon her ass cheek as the crystal explodes on the floor behind me. The blow bouncing her breasts to my face, giving me the irresistable chance to lick a few drops of wine from her nipple before pulling her upright.

Standing and raising myself to my full height, I glare into her eyes, before thrusting a small, lace handkerchief into her hand. "Clean this up, josette." I hiss as I toss her to her knees. Watchign as she instantly soaks the tiny handkerchief in vain attmept to scurry about on her knees to clean up the spilt wine. Her ass temptinly displayed befor my starving gaze.

"Maybe this will help speed you up," I offer kindly as I land a hard palm on the curve of her ass. Kneeling between her legs as she increased her effort, spanking her harder on the other cheek. Slowly drawing myself out as I land another blow. "Or perhaps....this!" I grunt as I grab her hips and imbed myself roughly into her exposed pussy. A gasp escapes her sweet lips, as I begin t drive her in earnest. "Now, my pet," I hiss my words thumping with my thrusts, "keep cleaning and do not release yourself, and we shall see if that pleases me enough to spare your flesh."

 

[Ysandre]

Gasping in shock at the clink of the glass, not realizing what could have happened. Your strength suddenly encompassing my wrist overtaking me. A single word penetrates my mind in a blur, my name. The room spins in the heat I feel so close to you suddenly, and even your toungue on my body then suddenly thrown to my knees. Thinking how insatiable could You be?
Taking the handkerchief, rubbing it on the table, then on the floor, back and forth and back and forth. The spank from your hand leaving a sharp reminder of all previous welts, heat enflaming my entire body and suddenly I felt passion rise.
As my own passion rose His thick hard shaft invaded and it was as if my whole body gave to Him. I sighed out in passion, breath growing faster, moving to His hands on my hips. Guided by His thrusts, wanting to show Him how much I enjoyed I screamed out.

Oooohhhhh yyyeesss... UUsseee mmmee Massttteerr..... plleaaseee i amm Your toy!!!!!!

A hisss coming over my lips in as much surprise as pleasure from my words. His hands and deep thrusts quickly driving it away. Moving to His thrusts and giving myself over to His whims completely.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Her cries light up the dining room with thier sound. "josette, my pet, keep cleaning. You must keep focused on your duties," I accentuate my last remark with a deep thrust, causing her cheeks to bounce and her breasts to sway from my momentum pummeling her depths.

Holding myself deeply into her hot sex, I lean over her back to hiss into josette's sweet ear, "My dear, I would not cum, if I were you before your task is complete," finishing my warning I reach around her waist to sqeeze her clit between thumb and forefinger. A sharp quiet gasp escapes her lips at my touch. My tongue slowly outlining the ridges of her ear, while I roll her small nub of desire, pulsing for release. I catch her fingers balling into a fist for control on the soaked handkerchief the heel of her hand is pressing into the floor.

Smiling coldly to myself I sqeeze her clit harder and tug at it gently as I drive into her again with redoubled efforts. Slamming into her with my cock, my free hand lands on her ass harshly as I bark, "Now get your cleaning done! There will be no pleasures while you neglect your chores, bitch!" Driving into her hard with every word, and rolling her clit hard with a powerful grip to urge her towards her duties.

 

[Ysandre]

Body teeming with undescribable sensations, mind reeling with dreamy words. Cleaning came to mind, I laughed out loud. In the midst of my desire and the shockwaves coming thru my body, the handkerchief in my hand being guided only by thrown out hands and guided only whimly by his thrusts that splay my body out.
His hands wrapped harshly around my waist, and fingers dug my clit, rolled it. My mind went blank, only the sensation of hot wet lightening streaks remained in my consciousness. Red wine flooded my view, feverwash flooded my body and my hands uncoiled and rubbed the floor.
Moved by his thrusts, eyes mere slits watching for more wine, snatching at any part I can, and letting my body just give to Him. when at last the last drop of wine was taken from my site by the handkerchief, I moaned out, moved against Him and cried out.
YYyyyyyyyeeeeesssssss MMMmmmmaaasssstttteeerrrrr!

Shaking in his hands uncontrollably, fooding him a violent body orgasm, His intensity throwing my body into shivers and gasps, multiple waves of pleasure crash against both of us. His never relenting thrusts pushing me to ecstacy. Screaming out.
YYYYYyyyyyyyeeeeeesssssssssssssss

Shivering and panting, eyes only now coming open, conscious only of His hands still on my body, His hardness still driving into me, and my body covered in heat soaked sweat and blood. Sighing out
Tthhhyyyy wiiillll iiissss dooonnneeee
fainting in your arms against the floor.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

Hearing ehr shrieks of release and accomplishment assail my ears as she goes limp in my hands. I pound her spent pussy once more with a deep thrust, filling her depths with my seed.

Dropping her body to complete collapse on the floor I stand and drain a goblet of wine as I slowly adjust my clothes. Plucking one final piece of meat from the table with my fingers I throw my head back and pop it into my mouth which snaps shut over its captured prey. Not bothering to chomp this bit of flesh, I sqeeze it frimly with my tongue, savoring its juices before swallowing it whole.

Turning around to meet john, he has a small black bag for me in one hand and a heavy greyblack coat over his other arm, "The coach awaits, sir," he says with a nod.

Pulling the coat from his arm and billowing it around my shoulders like the mantle of the reaper, I take the bag gingerly from his grasp and nod as I head for the door to disappear into the night.

 

[Ysandre]

Waking in a fog opening cloudy eyes, aware that my entire body ached. Memories of the day flooded back and I sat up in bed suddenly. A candle nearby flickered and John's voice came to me. I almost dared not look but he was there, sitting in a chair not far from my bed.
It's all right mum... You've been asleep is all.

I looked at him, it took a few moments to comprehend his words. I struggled to find my voice and stammered softly.
Is He ~always~ like that?

John got a misty look and a smile across his eyes. He chuckled softly and looked at me warmly.
No child.. sometimes, he's much ~Worse~.

My jaw dropped voluntarily wich only caused him to laugh. A deep rich belly laugh. One I hadn't heard the like of in a very long time. It somehow comforted me.
Please.. I beg of you of all people to take pity on me. Where are my things?

He looked at me kindly before replying.
You won't be needing them.
Tears began to well up in my eyes, fear leapt to my throat.
Please.. of all the things there is but two that I really desire.. It's a journal. And a pen. A black pen inlaid with silver celtic knotwork birds. Please of all things I care only for those two. Is there possibly any way to get them?

His face hardened for a moment
No. The Master will have both of our hides strung to his wall as examples to the next fools that serve him if you're caught with it.
Tears began to roll down my cheeks, lips quivered and my heart grew heavy. John looked at me sideways for a moment and a soft smile crossed his lips
I'll see what I can do, but promise it will be hidden.
I nodded vigorously. He left the room, and the candle went with him. Bathing me in darkness, the room seemed to close in for a bit and then I heard footsteps. I nearly wanted to gasp when John opened the door and was holding my journal, adn velvet pen case. I cried, tears streaming down I whispered over and over.
Thank you Thank you Thank you....
his comforting pat on my back and soft voice reminded me suddenly of where I was.
Hush now, it's all right, you'll be fine. Ill come to tend you in the morning.
He left the candle and was gone in the darkness. Exhausted, excited, and sore from every side I laid back in the bed. I put the journal and the pencase under my pillow, and closed my eyes to the world. Not caring what tomorrow brought. I was here.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

The door flew open and the heavy cloak billowed behind me as I stormed into the parlor. The small, laden bag plopped heavily into the velvet plushness of the large chair. Crossing wuickly to the washbasin on the stand, I hear john tmble sleepily into the room. Trying to blink a yawn away from his lips, he offers me a small white towel inquiring, "How was this evening's duties, sir?"

"Good, good," I say dismissively as I take the towel with hurried impatience. Pressing it hard over the slickened surface of my hands, trailing pinkish decorations to the linen as I speak. Tossing aside the soiled towel I storm into the dining room. My cloak and hat drowning john in my wake.

Sitting in my chair I drum my fingers on the table impatiently. The morning sun was jst now trying to crack the chill fog of the dawn. I frown at the fact that the papers will not be about yet. john was scurrying into the hall, I cut him off before he could make a feeble offer, "Where is the french trollop?"

My question seemed to stun him momentarily. "j-josette, is sleeping, sir," he stated after a moment. "I see," I said quietly. Scanning his face I could detect a hint of reluctance. "john, after all we have been through do you think that she of all women were in any danger from my hand? Preposterous!" I laughed.

john simply nodded and said nothing. Some of the concern drfited from his face. I suddenly felt the exertions of this evening catching up with me, though I was still exhilerated deep down, I would have to catch some rest before I took the papers. "john, I am going to bed, have josette bring me a late breakfast with the post and papers at ten." With that and a dismissive nod I climbed the long stairs and closed my door behind me.

 

[Ysandre]

Woken up by the door, only hearing harsh voices, and then Johns soft footfalls come up the stairs. His voice didn't need to wake me. Leaving my journal and pen hidden under my pillow, getting back into another clean very similar version of the maid outfit. John handed me the morning paper. Splashed across the front was the article that nearly stopped my heart.
London Times
"The Murder in Whitechapel"
There it was again. Just like in april. Just like she said it would be. I took the papers up to him. He woke slowly, and ate even slower, mulled over the paper with a few soft cold smiles. My stomach was churning, my mind unfocused, yet his words cut the air as surely as that knife thru the flesh of that woman.

I have some business to tend to, I plan on being back by 1 and I plan on having you serve my lunch. Now dress me.

I gathered my courage, and his clothes, and dressed him achingly slowly. Glad that he seemed preoccupied. He was calm in his cruelty this morning. His appetite must have been satiated. And I waited. He looked stunning when his instructions to me were finished. The touches to my ass, squeezes to my breasts and the cold smile were still alarming to me. But then he walked down the hall, John was waiting with his cloak and hat and he was out the door. Not a single word of where gone to anyone in the house. But he was ~gone~. I grabbed the newspaper.
My heart was pounding so fast I just told John I'd be in my room if he needed anything. When I got inside I locked the door, almost sure I'd be punished if caught with it locked. I flew to my bed and grabbed my book and pen. Without even changing I brought the pen out of it's velvet case. Inlaid in silver celtic knotwork birds, my symbol of freedom. To fly where only my thoughts will take me.
The book contained several previous articles and newspaper clippings. The first was of course the mysterious Fairy Fae. Loosing myself in thought of what if's. Carefully cutting the article out of the front page, pasting it to my book I had it. There it was in black and white.

Times (London)
August 10, 1888
"The Murder in Whitechapel"

Yesterday afternoon Mr. G. Collier, Deputy Coroner for the South-Eastern Division of Middlesex, opened an inquiry at the Working Lads' Institute, Whitechapel-road, respecting the death of the woman who was found on Tuesday last, with 39 stabs on her body, at George-yard-buildings, Whitechapel.
Detective-Inspector Reid, H Division, watched the case on behalf of the Criminal Investigation Department.
Alfred George Crow, cabdriver, 35, George-yard-buildings, deposed that he got home at half-past 3 on Tuesday morning. As he was passing the first-floor landing he saw a body lying on the ground. He took no notice, as he was accustomed to seeing people lying about there. He did not then know whether the person was alive or dead. He got up at half past 9, and when he went down the staircase the body was not there. Witness heard no noise while he was in bed.
John S. Reeves, of 37, George-yard-buildings, a waterside labourer, said that on Tuesday morning he left home at a quarter to 5 to seek for work. When he reached the first-floor landing he found the deceased lying on her back in a pool of blood. He was frightened, and did not examine her, but at once gave information to the police. He did not know the deceased. The deceased's clothes were disarranged, as though she had had a struggle with some one. Witness saw no footmarks on the staircase, nor did he find a knife or other weapon.
Police-constable Thomas Barrett, 226 H, said that the last witness called his attention to the body of the deceased. He sent for a doctor, who pronounced life extinct. Dr. T.R. Killeen, of 68, Brick-lane, said that he was called to the deceased, and found her
dead. She had 39 stabs on the body. She had been dead some three hours. Her age was about 36, and the body was very well nourished. Witness had since made a post mortem examination of the body. The left lung was penetrated in five places, and the right lung was penetrated in two places. The heart, which was rather fatty, was penetrated in one place, and that would be sufficient to cause death. The liver was healthy, but was penetrated in five places, the spleen was penetrated in two places, and the stomach, which was perfectly healthy, was penetrated in six places. The witness did not think all the wounds were inflicted with the same instrument. The wounds generally might have been inflicted with a knife, but such an instrument could not have inflicted one of the wounds, which went through the chest-bone. His opinion was that one of the wounds was inflicted by some kind of dagger, and that all of them had been caused during life.
The CORONER said he was in hopes that the body would be identified, but three women had identified it under three different names. He therefore proposed to leave the question open until the next occasion. The case would be left in the hands of Detective-Inspector Reid, who would endeavour to discover the perpetrator of this (illegible) murder. It was one of the most dreadful murders any one could imagine. The man must have been a perfect savage to inflict such a number of wounds on a defenceless woman in such a way. The inquiry would be adjourned for a fortnight.
The case was then adjourned

Scribbling a few random thoughts. What if he were to run into me, what if I were to feel the silky touch of his blade. Shivers ran up my spine as I sat there, thinking about the article the sound of a distant clock breaks thru my thoughts. Closing the book carefully, listening for noises in the house, seeing the time is nearly quarter to 1. Shuddering quickly, and putting my pen in it's velvet case, and sliding the journal and the pen back under my pillow. Straightening as much of the outfit as possible, and unlocking the door. As I head down the hallway I hear Johns familiar voice, and I hear the footsteps up the walk. John waved me down to the kitchen, where cook had a tray waiting and I heard the front door open.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I pushed in the front door slowly. There was a satisfied smile on my lips as I strode into the foyer. john came bustling up quickly to take my coat as I shrugged it off my shoulders, trying to let it hit the floor before he could catch it. I was almost disappointed he did catch it. "What is for lucheon?" I asked as I checked my powerful profile in the mirror as I passed towards the diningroom. I paid no attention to john's answer and I sat heavilly into my chair at the head of the table. I was truely not hungery, too many things on my mind.

josette appeared with a laden tray. She looked the perfect, succulent morsel as she balanced herway into the room. She set the tray down and poured tea, leaning over enough for my eyes to linger over her bossum that threatened to spill over the overflowing rim of her tightly wound bodice. "josette, my sweet," I said with a smile as she stood, havign filled my cup, "fetch me this morning's paper. There is an ariticle that I would like ot perouse again."

 

[Ysandre]

josette

Bringing in the laden tray, Your words turning my skin white almost. Setting back and then curtsying to cover.

Yes Sir, as soon as I find it Sir

Turning quickly on my heels and heading down to the kitchen, John quickly in tow wondering what the bloody hell was going on. I raced down thru the kitchen and out back door down three kitchen steps in two jumps and just before old man Wigham opened the door snatched the paper from it.
Breathing heavy turning my back, giving the old man a fair view of my ass jumping up the steps and into the house with the door being held by a very red in the face John. He slammed the door on me. John shouted something as I ran up the steps once more. Appeared slightly flustered back in the dining room. Breath heavy. His cold smile and hard gaze forced me to my knees in front of him. Holding the paper.

Cook was nearly going to cut it for the savings ads Sir, but John has dealt with her appropriately soo sorry You had to be disturbed by it. Here is Your morning paper as requested.

Trying desparately to slow my breath as I just knew my nipples were popping out of the tight outfit. Glad to be on my knees already, not sure if I could stand anyway.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

josette rushed from the room just quickly enough to conjure a raised eyebrow upon my face. I heard the kitchen door bang on the jam and I blinked in response. "Curiouser and curiouser," I mused in a whisper. It was apparent that something interesting was afoot, but I sat back to see how her little ruse would play itself out.

I noted her puffing as she blazed back into the dining room with far more of an explanation than was nessisary. The trick about lieinng is too give as little information as possible, just enough to cover yourself, but not enough to trap yourself within its walls. A fact of deception that few could ever truely master.

Never-the-less, I wished more to see how her little game could string her along. Thus, I simply nodded at her words with a serious expression on my face and unfolded the paper, as if she were not in the room at all. The headline of last ngiht's mystery absorbing my veiw completely.

I managed a cold glance over the rim of the pages to john as he puffed into the kitchen doorway, freezing him in his tracks. My eyes returned to the paper to savor and digest every crafted word of the edition.

The air was tense, I could almost taste the sense of fear and relief that filled the hall. I was halfway through the final paragraph and sipping my cup when the front bell rang. I pretended not to notice the intake of breath over josette's sweet lips as I waved my cup at john silently commanding him to answer the door.

I set my cup down as I heard a bit of comotion in the foyer. Steps were aproaching behind me as john was stammering, "But, sir, I am sure there is some mistake..." "I have made no mistake," the old and critical voice of my neighbor Wigham cut off my man as the chunky old man pushed into the dining room full of his natural huff. josette took a step backwards as he arrived.

Not looking from the paper, I asked, "Doctor Wigham, to what do I owe the honor?" Just then the paper was wrenched noisily from my grasp by the old man, his pudgy gnarled fingers balling around the paper as he spat, "This! Its not enough for your, your household to act so continental and libertine, but now must you send them to steal my property!?!"

Rage instantly welled within me, and I had to fight back the urge to scream at the man for his insult to me, in my own home. As calmly as I could I rose from my seat, lifting myself with ten powerful fingers pressed to the table top; serving both the effect of the dramatic and giving them somethign non-violent to to do. "My freind," I asked slowly as my eyes leveled to his own, "you are making a grave accusation. Please," I said indicating a chair with a freindly gesture "tell me all about it. josette," I called over my shoulder, "fetch our guest a brandy, he looks as if he could use it."

josette who had been cowering in my shadow, half hiding her face with the serving tray, turned quickly to leave when she was stopped in midstride by Wigham's accusatory shriek, "There she is! Damn you, Thornburg, you would mock me so much as to have your thief serve me?!?" I followed his eyes to the frozen partial exposure of her ass, that no man could possibly have mistaken.

"jOSETTE!!" I bellowed before settling down into a icy clam querry, "Would you care to explain why I must be insulted in my own house?" The tray clattered to the dining room floor as I seized her wrist and whirled her about to face us both. From the corner of my eye I caught Wigham wetting his lips as her breasts jostled into view, only slightly hidden by her flying and disturbed, golden locks.

Looking deep into her eyes, "I would choose the next flap of your lips with great care, my pet!" I hissed.

 

[Ysandre]

Taken aback by this man's temper. His neighbor nearly scared as I was. Caught in his wrist, terror suddenly freeing my mind. Something in my heart snapped, and the passion from last night turned to rage in my stomach. With ice cold eyes in a soft yet calculating voice I clearly say.

My Lord, if this man's only evidence is the sight of my ass and a blustering temper it's a far cry from thievery. Every man within a walking distance has passed your windows this last day to see my ass wiggle.
I couldn't guess on how many neighbors you would have drop by if the Gentleman's club found out all it takes is such noise and insults to examine your property.

Curtsying and lowering my lashes as much as I could held in his wrist and curtsying low as to show a perfect view of my breasts, arching my ass perfectly.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I eyed josette cooly for a long moment in the frozen silence of the room. Shooting a darting glance at john, who simply lowered his eyes fom my gaze; which told me that somethign was afoot unseen as yet.

However, I thought with a bit of relish, she did have an admirable excuse for this intrusion upon my house by the annoying Dr. Whigham. "True enough, my little creature," I said in a husked voice slightly above a whisper. Turning to look Whigham fully in the face, "What about this, eh, Whigham?" I asked gruffly enough to put the man off his guard. "You been leering through my the curtain lace at my newest accoutrament? You should look into getting yourself one ol' man. I am sure you would find a saucy french tart just to your particular tastes." I said clapping the befuddled man on the shoulder.

He stammered and hardly realised that I was ushering him out of the house. He could not find his tongue until he was standing on the threshold, "Thornburg! You'll be damned for this!" He stuttered and waved at the house as the door was closing on him. I held it open a crack to get the last word, "Perhaps, that would be amusing to fuck the souls of sluts wrapped in the flames of hell, you should try it Whigham, you should try it." With that I slammed the door and adjusted my lapels before turning my gaze to the dining room.

I took one half of a giant stride before bellowling, "jOSSETTE!" I would have some answer to this intrusion, and would satisfy myself with it, I determined, supressing a cold smile that threatened to wet my lips.

 

[Ysandre]

Relief almost overwhelming me as He released me to show his company out. I quickly put the tray away and the tea cups out of the way on the table. Startled at the sudden change of events. Trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. Then the door shut, and His bellowing voice nearly shook the entire house. My heart jumped, I jumped, I turned as I jumped and flung my breasts from their encasement. My voice caught in my throat. Not knowing what to say I merely dropped my head and nearly sunk my body to the floor in a curtsy. Gazing at the floor in front of Him.

Sir.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Rodchester

I strode right over to josette with long, thudding strides. her breasts were too tempting, having spilled over her bodice so delightfully in her fright as she curtsied. I could not resist those beauties.

Siezing her full attention by grinding and crushing both nipples between powerful fingers and thumbs, jerking the tart to her feet as painfully as possible. "josette," I barked into her winching face, "it would seem you have been a naughty trollop today." Twisting her nipples absently as I considered what to do about her bringing my odious neighbor across my threshold. "Now what should I do with you? Can I not even leave you alone while I attend to buisness without your flagrancies bringing the whole of the neighborhood proding about my door?!?"

Before she could respond I tossed her by her nipples to john, who caught her and held her to her feet. "jOHN!" I barked turning my back to them both as I clamly removed my jacket. "john," I said again, much more calmly, with just the hint of threat and malice, "be a good chap and take her downstairs. It would seem she is in need of some memory refreshment." john, led her away through the secret door as I smiled cooly, lingering over the time it took to go upstairs for an apropriate change of attire. My fingers drumming on the banister as I languidly ascended the stairs.

 

[Ysandre]

His fingers on my breasts, torturing my nipples drove away any conscious thought. Not only His property to be played with in secret but here in the open in front of the window as well. Humiliation filled me, flushing fully. Listening to His words, yet only catching bits as my nipples burned and turned hard under His hands. I felt my body thrown and John catch me. I was almost hopeful he didnt and I had an excuse to faint. Already panting, my heart caught in my throat, John's strong arms guided me down the stairs once again.
Down into the depths of the house, where secrets were revealed. The depths of my body where His body was free to roam. The depths of my soul where no one should touch. Thinking to myself about the girl with three names. Will they try to name me if I'm found? Would I be a tempting treat if I were caught in the dark?
My thoughts were ripped as John's hands tied me once again to the X. the smooth of the wood against my skin. And then the sound of His footfalls coming down the steps toward us. One last thought ran thru my head before He came into the room. Would I have screamed if she were me? Then He was back in the room. Newly changed, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from His cold, handsome face.