The Young Governess (17 page)

And then, sensing through the thin wall of flesh separating them that Pike’s mighty truncheon was fully inserted into Kate’s backside, Barchester started to heave and thrust until, between them, they built up a sort of ghastly rhythm. Kate screamed in lust and pain… but the pain is receding, she thought… and the lust is advancing. Surely I am, as Alice Fordham says, nothing but a little whore…

And as this thought entered her head, Alice swam into her view. Now she was wearing the thick black Punisher around her loins, erect and menacing. She smiled at Kate.

“When Pike has finished with you, I will take his place,” she whispered hotly in Kate’s ear, “but he’ll be a while yet. He likes to take his pleasures slowly.”

As Alice wandered off to find another group, Kate reached between her legs and with difficulty placed her hand over the tight, sperm bloated scrotums of both men, caressing them, squeezing them to see if she could not hurry the process. For while she no longer found them painful, she derived no pleasure from their actions. Her delicate fingers were joined by Molly’s and Ruth’s. Soon the men were overwhelmed by the squeezings, ticklings and probings of the three girls’ fingers. Molly pulled the Reverend’s muscular buttocks apart until Ruth and she were greeted by the sight of his hair-encircled, brown anus; while she held them thus, Ruth ducked her head down and the pretty, slim girl trailed a saliva-moistened tongue along the cord-like ridge between his wide-spread hair-lined buttocks. Then she gave him the same treatment as she had to Kate, tauntingly circling the puckered brown hole, painting his inner ass-cheeks with her saliva, finally stiffening her tongue as its tip endeavoured to penetrate the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. This proved too much for the man and he gave a soft groan of pleasure and discharged the contents of his heavy balls into the depths of Kate’s battered rectal passage.

When Alice returned, there was no sign of the Reverend or Ruth and Molly. Kate, however, seemed to have gained a second wind, for she was riding Vincent Barchester with such energy and enthusiasm that even Alice was impressed by her stamina. She waited for her chance and when Kate flopped down onto the chest of her lover, she quickly thrust the bulbous end of the grooved rubber dildo into the reddened, sperm-leaking little hole between the girl’s bottom cheeks. It slipped in easily and Alice gave a little crow of satisfaction as she pushed in all the way until her bushy mound slapped against the out-thrust buttocks of her governess.

And then, she froze in a moment of horrible recognition.

For the face of Kate’s lover was now only inches from her own and she saw clearly in the dim light that it was not that of her old friend Vincent Barchester: her own brother’s features stared at her, his look menacing, one quizzical eyebrow slightly raised as if to ask, yes, Sister? What is it that you want of us?

Alice gave a great cry of shock and fell back… covered in confusion. Her own, darling brother… she could not believe how badly her whole mistimed ploy had backfired.

Later she learned that far from catching Kate writhing in passion between two debauched men, Robert had come across her weeping, being consoled by her two Handmaiden friends. She had flown into his arms; she had begged his forgiveness for doubting him, and for thinking that he might ever desert her… He had looked lovingly into her eyes, his anger rising as he saw how the opiate she had unwittingly consumed had reduced her pupils to pinpoints. Shedding his clothes, consumed by passion, he had possessed her once more, while she wept with joy and shuddered with the most intense pleasure, her arms encircling his neck as if she meant never to let him go again.

Kate laced her arm through Robert’s. They looked out of the carriage window as the train drew out of Windsor Station. Her heart swelled – they were travelling to London to start a thrilling new life together – and at last she could look forward to some sort of sustainable contentment, if not happiness. She realised that some might regard their union as imperfect and lacking in any real substance – immoral, even; there was no talk of marriage, but then Kate did not wish there to be. In the last few weeks – no, in the last few days – she had become most pragmatic about affairs of the heart and flesh. Her matrimonial ambitions had, accordingly, faded somewhat. She and Robert had discussed their future together in this new, down-to-earth spirit. Marriage was something that might come with children, but there was no desire to procreate on either of their parts. She was to be his mistress, his ‘kept woman’, and she was more than content with that status, despite its limitations.

She watched the Berkshire countryside drift by and her mind was carried back to Walthrop, the Old Stables and the Hall of Worship. How unimportant all that seemed now! She had made an uncomfortable sort of peace with Alice: Robert had forced his sister to destroy the contracts that Kate had signed. The Fordhams had been contrite. They had promised to mend their ways and, at Kate’s insistence, had also given their word that they would treat the Handmaidens especially well, ensuring that they were well placed once they ‘retired’ from ‘active service’. And Ellie – sweet, dim little Ellie. How she had wept at Kate’s departure! And the Handmaidens, too: why, when she went to the Old Stables to take her leave, there had not been a dry eye in the place, except that was, for young, pretty, sloe-eyed Ruth. She had whispered in her ear, “Take me as your lady’s maid to London – you will need one and I am good with dresses, my dear parents trained me well!” Kate had thought for the briefest of moments, then she had asked Robert if he was agreeable. He was. And thus it was that, seated opposite them, Kate’s very first lady’s maid sat demurely, reading an improving book. And Kate, who could only guess how useful it might be to have a lady’s maid who was ‘good with dresses’, certainly knew how useful it was to have a Handmaiden who could lick fanny divinely.

To be continued...

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