The Vicar's girl

Chapter Six

In the aftermath that followed, Reggie knew not how to comport himself in the presence of Mary who continued lying as if protectively beside her Mistress. The damned girl-the darling girl-he thought simultaneously, for in truth he desired to fuck them both together, or as best as he was able, but considering their different stations in life (and this despite his rashness of the night before) it seemed to him a deuced difficult thing to do.

Hence he rolled over on his back and lay with one arm across his eyes, as though the light hurt them. A huge sigh- though whether of satisfaction or despair he could not tell- came from Vanessa who rose from the bed and said as stiffly as she might, 'Help me to dress, Mary'.

Reggie peeped from under his arm in the process and liked what he saw, and in particular the display that Vanessa offered him as she raised first one leg and then the other to get her feet into her drawers. There was dried sperm on her bush, he observed with satisfaction, and then rolled over to lie upon his face while the two left him on the much-tousled bed.

'All men is the same, ma'am', Mary opined when she and Vanessa had made themselves a cup of tea downstairs. 'They all does it to you and then they gets tired, or at least some of them do', she added philosophically.

'But that my own brother should have done such a thing', Vanessa murmured emptily, though not without such a trace of hypocrisy in her tone as brought her maid to grin at her cheekily.

'Like I said, ma'am, it don't matter who, if it's nice, it really don't'

'It should', Vanessa uttered gloomily, albeit that she was beginning to believe that less and less.

Sitting informally as they were at the kitchen table, Mary edged her chair closer to her Mistress's.

'Of course, if you really didn't want to do it with him ever, Miss, and he knew it, then of course he were bad- well, naughty anyway'.

'He was-bad, I mean. Really, Mary, I don't think we ought to discuss it anymore. I shall keep my bedroom door locked permanently henceforth, for there is no way of dealing with such a horrid matter. Why, if it were to be found out, what a scandal there would be', exclaimed Vanessa who despite her chumminess with Mary found it hard to conceive that the maid could not only have watched her incestuous bout with Reggie but actually encouraged her, though even on that her mind was split, for all three now were unduly aroused.

'My lady at my last house, Miss-the first one I was at before I came to you-she always said never to worry what people say about you, and I think that's right'.

'She said it to you'? Vanessa asked in surprise.

'Well, you see there was an-what did she call it-oh, yes, an occurrence, which was a funny word, I thought. You see, the Master there he misbehaved himself something proper and was caught out at it by her. So she and her sister what had come to stay, well-they saw to him'.

'Saw to…? Go on, Mary. What? Whatever did they do?'

There then began much whispering during which Vanessa had cause to gape and her head to spin even more, though she could not imagine that young Mary could have such an inventive mind as to make such events up.

'Mary, break open another bottle of sherry!'

Such were Vanessa's quick-breathing words when the maid had concluded her recital, for what she had heard had raised her to an almost equal state of excitement as that which had passed during the last two days, and which she was now the more ready to admit had been such. Elaborating between themselves on the revelations of Mary's tale, the two drank, kissed, passed their hands up beneath the other's skirt and brought themselves to a rare state even while Reggie was arousing himself and dousing his face with water in the bathroom.

Hearing his movements, and with the two rubbing their fingers lubriciously around each other's cunny, Mary giggled and said, 'There ain't no time like the present, ma'am. if you feels like it'.

'I do, Mary! Fetch the spare washing line, for that will do us a treat'.

Mysterious as these words would have sounded to an innocent bystander, they were to prove otherwise when Reggie finally descended, wondering indeed what his reception was going to be. It was jolly quiet and he could not hear Mary moving about as usual, nor was there any sight of his sister in the drawing room or dining room. Vanessa, he thought rather gloomily, must have gone out, but it was upon that cogitation that her voice called to him from the kitchen.

'We are in here, Reggie!'

Was it an invitation? The plural indicated such-but what an odd place for them to be! The old linoleum sounded under his feet as he advanced thereto and, upon his doing so, a silence again held which he conceived to be odd or promising, or both. Then-even as he made to turn the handle-the door was opened by Mary who, saying nothing, stepped aside to let him enter upon the stone-flagged floor.

The kitchen had been much tidied since Reggie had passed through it an hour before. The large deal table stood empty and solid and all but one wooden chair had been tucked neatly beneath it. The lone companion thereof stood a little away from the table with its seat turned towards it.

The door closed. Mary leaned against it behind him, which Reggie conceived to be curious and indeed slightly unnerving. Hands on her hips, Vanessa stood with her corsage unbuttoned and her full-blown breasts blatantly on view.

'Dear Reggie, we are both ready for you again, but we wish to play a little game first. Come, dear, for it will be fun. Seat yourself on the chair and Mary will raise her skirts first', Vanessa coolly announced while toying teasingly with her hard-pebbled nipples.

'I say!' came Reggie's astonished response. For his sister to speak so boldly-and in front of their maid no less- indicated such a change in her that he felt he must have satisfied her more than he had thought. A great sense of warmth and renewed wickedness invaded him, which was encouraged by Mary who from behind him laced her arms about his waist and said, 'Yes, sir, do. Open your trousers and sit down and I will come on you first and then the Mistress will'.

'Let me do it for him, Mary', Vanessa uttered and, while Reggie found himself being hugged more tightly by the maid, she advanced swiftly upon him and in no time at all had descended his trousers and under-drawers so that they heaped around his ankles, this causing Reggie to stumble as he was then drawn and pushed between the excited pair until his bare bottom met the hard seat of the kitchen chair, the squashing down of his balls causing his cock to begin to erect quickly.

Vanessa, leaning over him, brought her hand to it and commenced rubbing it so excitedly that Reggie's eyes dimmed with passion. For a moment Vanessa permitted him to fondle her dangling titties, but then as if playfully she brushed his caressing digits away and murmured that she wished to pleasure him in her way for a change and that if he wished to be a really naughty boy with both of them he must be obedient and place his hands back behind the chair.

'Wh… what?' stammered Reggie in his blurred excitement.

'Because I want to play with your lovely big prick, darling, all by myself. Please?' wheedled an apparently thoroughly transformed Vanessa, and in such a cooing tone that Reggie obeyed, having no idea what Mary might be then doing, and not caring much either.

It was in the next few seconds that Reggie was 'secured', and exactly as the two females had planned. One may say it briefly, for brevity and speed were the essence of such an operation as Mary understood it. Thus, as he obeyed, a waiting rope was thrown immediately over his head, brought down across his chest and then another loop repeated to his uttermost astonishment while Vanessa plumped herself across his lap with spread legs and raised skirt, pressing her bush to the base of his rampant pego, while Mary tied the ends of the rope by winding them first around the legs of the chair and then bringing them together in a knot.

'I say, I say!' ejaculated Reggie who, upon the quick rising of his sister, had no means of getting up, save to carry the chair with him, though this also would have been impeded by the fact that Mary laid her weight upon the back of it.

'You will say nothing, Reggie. You have been a bad wicked man. Gag him, Mary, please!'

'GWAAAAH!' Reggie choked, but it was the last coherent sound he was allowed to utter as Mary looped a broad cloth around his mouth (she having gathered it out from within the neckline of her dress) and most effectively silenced him save for such snorts and muffled cries as he was about to utter.

Both females were then able to step away and view him, all the while that Reggie's cheeks grew purple and his head shook violently.

'There are times, my dear brother, when punishment precedes pleasure, and there are others when punishment follows pleasure. You have taken your toll of me and now it is time for retribution. Mary, please read him my statement of orders', Vanessa announced.

'Yes, ma'am', Mary replied dutifully and then took out from a drawer in the table that which had been hastily penned between them. Standing before Reggie with her legs spread and a most perky but serious look on her face, she read out: 'Mr. Reginald Markham will henceforth obey the orders and the whims of Miss Vanessa Markham at all times and without question. He will be brought to produce his sperm twice daily during which times he will be held secure until he has brought himself to behave in a docile manner. In these instances he will be handled manually whether by Miss Markham or Miss Mary Smith. Should he additionally be accorded their favours-which will not otherwise be granted unless his obedience is total-he will be duly placed upon his back and will be so mounted. This state of affairs will continue until his future activities in lecherous behaviour are otherwise decided. Should he be required to do so, he will obtain young ladies for the favours of Miss Markham and will do so without question'.

Reggie, having heard all this clearly, felt his head spin. His head shook again and his eyes strove to plead with those of Vanessa which glittered victoriously as she stood meanwhile with arms across her breasts.

'Very well, he has heard and he has understood. If he has not fully comprehended, then that is no fault of mine. I would further tell you, Reggie, that any more misdemeanours on your part will be reported to the due authority, and that hence you have no recourse but to obey me. Very well, Mary, see to him, please, and then we will go down to the village.'

'Yes, ma'am', replied Mary who was all a-quiver with excitement. Thereupon she produced from the dresser a large flannel and dressed it in nurse-like fashion around the stiff stem of Reggie's cock, asking impetuously, 'Now, ma'am?'

'Of course. Did I not say so. Bring him off, Mary', replied Vanessa who had learned several useful phrases from the girl.

At that-even though he might have been thought to have welcomed such-Reggie again shook his head wildly and bounced the chair, but all to no avail. Sniffing and pursing her lips as if the matter were really of little interest to her, and while Vanessa watched unmoving and implacably, the maid commenced rubbing the enfolding flannel up and down Reggie's rigid tool, causing his feet to jerk and his head to hang back.

'Quickly, Reggie! I have little time enough to spare on you', Vanessa spat cruelly, this bringing more muffled groans from beneath the gag.

'I think he's coming-on, ma'am, I can feel it throbbing more', Mary said.

'Good. And when he does so, release your hand', Vanessa said upon a sudden inspiration of her own. for Reggie would then lose the enclosing warmth and comfort of her fingers through the cloth and would spill haplessly into it as it hung in cloaklike form over his charger.

Which is indeed what happened, for-sensing at last the first emergent spout-Mary snatched her hand away, producing in Reggie the least satisfactory of sensations since the crest of the flannel merely hung down over his knob and hence deprived him of that clenching feeling that the male desires.

'Come, dear', Vanessa said to Mary who had risen at the first thick soaking of Reggie's spermatic discharge. Leaving him to groan as the hapless spurts continued, the pair made their exit and closed the kitchen door upon their male prisoner or-as Mary whispered such were called-their cock-slave.

'You were privy to much, Mary, at your last house', Vanessa said wondering as they prepared to go out, though the use of her third word caused Mary some initial astonishment since she knew only that a privy was a place where' one sat on a wooden seat with one's drawers down. Seeing her expression, Vanessa laughed and said, 'I mean, you were favoured with secrets by your Mistress there'.

'Well, I helped you see-I gave a hand', Mary said truthfully enough. 'For she said as it would demean him more- her husband, I mean-if I were to do it. and she and her sister stood by and watched. That were the second time, though. The first time it was the sister what done it'.

'So tell me again, Mary, what brought it all about', said Vanessa who was eager to absorb every detail and had a very quick ear indeed for such unusual words and phrases as Mary had been brought to learn on those occasions.

'Well, ma'am, the girls used slates to write their lessons on and used to scratch away in their rooms, making those awful squeaking noises like chalk does, and it used to put my teeth on edge. Sometimes they rubbed them out and sometimes they didn't. There was sums on them sometimes, and words at other times. They was learning to spell, of course, though the older one-Victoria, she was-was the better at it. One day, being caught in a hurry, she left her slate in her room and her Mama saw what she had written on it. First she had written 'Nicest' and then underneath that she had turned the first two letters round and written 'Incest'. I didn't know what it meant at the time so I didn't know what the fuss was all about'.

'Well, you do now, Mary', Vanessa said truthfully enough.

Already then they were upon the path towards the village, and already by then, too, Vanessa had begun to recognise the deep transformation that had taken place within herself and which, with self-encouraging warmth, she accepted more and more.

'Tell me again what you heard from Victoria's room several times before that', she encouraged.

'Well, ma'am, as I said, there were times when the Mistress was out and some rare larks went on. At least, I thought they was from the sounds I heard. One afternoon…'

But Mary's discourse was interrupted abruptly by the sound of hooves behind them, approaching rapidly, and when Vanessa turned her head it was to the see Reverend Jubstone reining in his horse and gazing benevolently down upon the pair.

'We are well met again', he announced, giving Vanessa the boldest of looks.

'Are we, sir?' she replied in a tone of voice that set him back.

'I will attend upon you tomorrow, Miss Markham', he began, recovering his boisterousness and preparing then to ride forward again when her voice stayed him.

'You will not, sir', Vanessa called, causing him to glance back at her in surprise.

'I beg your pardon, Miss Markham? Did I hear correctly?'

'If your hearing is not affected by your riding, then I judge that you did. If I wish to receive you I will send word. Otherwise I will not be at home to you. Pray do not let me delay you any longer for I am sure duties must be many'.

'Eh? Ah, yes!' came the choked and somewhat angry response which caused Vanessa's expression to change not at all. For a moment he frowned, then uttered politely but coldly, 'It is as you wish'.

'Indeed it is', Vanessa called as he rode off, this producing a giggle from Mary who furtively clasped her Mistress's hands for a moment, saying, 'That were telling him, ma'am. The dirty old devil', she added bitingly.

'They all are, dear, just as you said', was Vanessa's cool reply. For the first time in her life she felt fully in command of herself and was glorifying in it.