A Victorian Lord Ch. 08

So it was with the beauty of a peacock yet helplessness of a child that she entered the village of Dighby wherein she had lived, and on to the great Ashfordly House which sat on its far side and the yokels stared and yet lusted after the apparition.

Hope dined in style with the Lord and Lady then restored to her own maids uniform was sent hence in the cart, with the Footman given a shilling to pay in case he should desire her, and yet he, standing tall and broad shoulders with kindly face and winning smile was such that she would willingly have taken him, and she one that he could but dream of, yet neither had the sense to communicate their desires and so she returned untouched and unsatisfied to the arms of her beloved Hannah.

Yet Mary's triumph and feeling of well being was but temporary for early the following morning she faced disaster.

Mary walked slowly through the morning mists, attired in her poachers garb pistols ready and her fish and rabbit snares at hand, her tummy bulged but slightly but with pride at the babe resting within which made her breathless to a degree and was to lead to her downfall.

She entered into a tiny clearing in his Lordship's woods, her own dear husbands woods and as nature called she unhitched her breeches and undergarments and squat down to seek to relieve the pressure upon her bladder.

Insensible she remained of her assailants approach until pinned behind were her arms by the one and as she struggled for freedom were her boots and breeches wrenched from her by his accomplice for Gypsy vagabond poachers had she disturbed and they seeing as 'twas wench not man sought to sample her charms for their pleasure,

Mary thought furiously, her guns lay in uselessness as did knives and snares yet she would not submit, though her very life be forfeit indeed and that of the babe, her faithfulness to her Lord being of import greater than these by far, yet while she plotted she remained silent for as she knew none should be abroad nearby.

One spoke, and spoke not as Gypsy with the Gypsy lilt to his words but as one from nearby with the Ashfordly or Dighby rhythm to his speech.

"'Tis Ashfordly's Harlot, greatest whore in all England, let us sample this delicacy "

cried the reprobate.

"But what if she tell upon us" cried the second, yet his accomplice took a snare and pulled tight indicating her fate.

Jacket and shift were torn from her in a trice, leaving her naked yet unafraid.

"Jakko, You have first poke"

"Leave some for me Dighby" went the banter as the rape commenced yet her teats remained flat and no moisture seeped from the secret places, despite the rough hands and sweet caresses of the tinkers, the smaller assailant Jakko pressed his appendage against her lower lips yet her muscles clamped the orifice closed most firm denying even a half an inch of entry.

"I am not ready fools, pray assist that I may take thee easily, lick me kiss me caress me, as does my Lord Ashfordly," and so were the rapists tricked and bamboozled, as Mary moaned in mimicry and play acting at their ministrations to her mounds and yet sought their lips upon her own.

Dighby kissed his way along her neck from mound to lips and then to the heaven of her mouth, she ran her very tongue around his mouth and his teeth and moaned with pleasure then as he as a lover may ran his tongue in her mouth and teeth in his turn, he suddenly felt pain and tasted blood and he released her hands and tried to throw her away from him. yet he failed as Mary's dainty teeth sliced slowly into his tongue severing so slowly the tip, he could neither free his tongue nor cry out and with her own hands now free Mary clasped a pistol and aiming unsighted pulled a trigger.

Jakko screamed, such pain as man had never endured shot through his body, as his prong deflated flopped to uselessness, the sac and the ball therein shot away and with them much of the fleshy base of the prong, blood flowed freely and yet still she held Dighby by the tongue as he struggled until his tongue tore into two portions and he staggered back, but Mary was ready first left then right eyeball she smashed with the very firing tube or barrel of her pistol, and with bursted eyeballs the tinker staggered blindly, screaming for help yet his friend, his mind in shock at the loss of his manhood could offer no assistance and Dighby collapsed in a helpless heap.

Mary saw she was triumphant, "This slot is for his Lordship's pleasure alone," she cried pointing to her own loins, "come Mr Dighby take pleasure with me" and she untied the strings of his breeches and grasped his prong, in agonised sight-less-ness Dighby felt her breath on his loins and soon his prong stiffened to her nibbling his Ball sac, yet the nibbling was so soon changed from welcome to pain and beyond as her teeth worked on it as on a piece of gristle or tough meat, and soon the blood flowed, and on she chewed as he screamed and screamed like an animal or lost virgin and she devoured his very balls, completely, as they fell from the torn sac so she chewed and devoured them one then the other, and as was done whether from pain or blood loss or shame we know not but the blood ceased to pour forth and life ceased.

Mary stood, naked, covered with blood and with the vilest meal imaginable departing to her stomach causing her to retch she surveyed her assailants, Jakko still sensible yet near death from the blood gushing forth from his entrails pleading with his eyes, Dighby, dead, devoid of eyes with which to plead bare eye sockets only staring sightlessly in death, but both with copious blood abroad to attract and feed the foxes.

Mary stripped the corpse and as he yet slipped towards the final journey to the warmth of hades she stripped the other of clean clothing and took it for drying rags as she repaired to bathe in the nearby stream, then cleaned she found her raiments still serviceable and having dressed she made to leave the poachers for the crows and foxes and rabbits and maggots and worms to feed upon, and she felt not the slightest remorse.

It was sadness she felt, for her hunting had now to cease, the Rabbit or Pheasant on which many a poor family had dined having found same on the doorstep with the note with her mark, was something they for the present must forgo as she must now remain at the Great house to protect her Lords heir or daughter, though she convinced was that it were Heir.

She walked perfectly steadily, undressed cleaned herself and twas only when she found her Lord at work with Flemming that she broke down and sobbed, regaling the friends with her tale.

The Constable was sought and he returned having seen the corpses, the foxes and crows having dined already, and Lord Ashfordly gave permission and indeed paid for the bodies to buried in the verge of the Catesby road as a warning to other poachers, and all agreed the rape should not be broadcast, yet by nightfall not a single man in Catesby was uninformed of the event though improperly it must be admitted and the

tale was the talk of Whitechapel by morning, the Guard of the London train having the loosest tongue in england so twas said.

But Mary's greatest fear was that she in her terror might no longer admit of her Lord within for his pleasure, so as soon as they may they retired to the bed chamber, yet as soon as her Lord had stripped her to nakedness and the familiar feel of his hands and breath had been recognised did her juices flow and her muscles relax and her teats again like harden like bullets, and her Lord within her slid with the greatest of ease and their pleasure was complete.