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  He heaved such a big sigh Hetty almost felt sorry for him. ‘Perhaps Lady Alice…’ she began, but was interrupted by a dismissive snort.

  ‘That old trout could do nothing even if she were of a mind to arouse me. I have had more excitement from one of Baines’s blanket baths than I ever got from my wife’s bed. No, the woman is past it, so I must look to younger flesh to reinvigorate my body. When I was your age, I could enter Onan’s Olympics twenty times a day and still be left with enough juice to take a dash in the housemaid’s bloomers. Ah, those were the glory days…’

  Hetty smirked. ‘I am sure you were very virile, sir.’

  ‘Still am at heart, boy, still am.’ Sir Victor sighed again and took another puff from his cigar. ‘So give me a thrill now and tell me all about Jane. Is she as innocent as she looks, or are the fires of Venus burning strong in her inner temple? Speak frankly.’

  ‘I have not ravished her, sir, and I believe her to be a virgin still. Yet I know she is a warm and tender female who will make someone a wonderful wife one day.’

  ‘Rubbish, boy, do not give me any of that mealy-mouthed nonsense. I want to know if you have seen her titties or felt her cunny. What is she like, man?’

  Seeing he would not be content until she had gone into detail about Jane’s feminine attributes, Hetty elaborated, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. ‘She has lovely full breasts, with pink nipples I have licked and sucked a little.’

  ‘Good, good, and below the waist, did she let you venture there?’

  ‘I have stroked her silken thighs and felt the heat of her sex, but nothing more.’

  ‘But you would like to, would you not? You would like to grope through the undergrowth and plunder her picnic basket, admit it.’

  Hetty allowed herself a rueful grin, for the old lecher was right. ‘Well, yes, I suppose I would.’

  ‘And you might have got there if that Baines woman had not interrupted your revels?’

  ‘I am not sure, sir. It is a big step for a girl like Jane to lose her maidenhead.’

  ‘That is what they are all led to believe, but once that step is taken things look a good deal different, I can tell you. A slice off a cut cake is never missed. You may go back again and again, and they will thank you for it as they get to like it more and more. Take it from one who knows. I have cracked the cherry of many a girl under this very roof. And a good number of them have later thanked me for removing all the terrors of their wedding night and letting them know what to expect from their husbands.’

  Hetty marvelled at the man’s self-deception. Had he forgotten the fate of poor Sarah, who had been used by him and then dismissed when she became pregnant? And what of Hetty’s own lost friend, dear Rose? She was punished for standing up to him and left Longton for London, preferring to walk the streets rather than be subjected to Sir Victor’s tyranny. The man was a monster, yet he would never admit it, even to himself.

  ‘What is going through your mind, young sir?’ He noticed Hetty’s thoughtful demeanour. ‘Perhaps you envy me? I dare say you have not made so free with the girls as I have, is that it?’

  She nodded, biting her tongue.

  ‘Or do you perchance prefer the company of your own sex? Some fellows do, and I must confess I often weary of the company of women now I cannot take full advantage of their charms. A young chap like you might easily take my fancy…’

  The remark horrified Hetty. In her disguise she had assumed herself safe from his physical advances, but it seemed no limits could be placed on Sir Victor’s depraved sexual appetites. He was looking at her lasciviously, his eyes roving over her face and body as if trying to discern what lay beneath her clothing. If he decided to find out, he would be in for a serious surprise.

  ‘You put me in mind of Dick Palmer, a boy at school,’ the old lecher mused. ‘I went to Ramwell, a minor public school in Hertfordshire, and we had a few unusual customs and rituals I found quite exciting at the time. Indeed, when I recall those scenes I still find myself growing agitated, even after all these years and in my present disabled state. In fact, I have a mind to re-enact some of them here and now.’

  Hetty’s extreme disquiet must have shown on her face because he laughed gruffly. ‘First, however, young fellow, I shall be obliged to punish you for making free with one of my household staff. Kindly ring for Baines, if you will.’

  Her soul was in turmoil. She was unwilling to face her punishment, and knew that if she rushed from the room Sir Victor could hardly follow. She might escape to her own quarters and divest herself of George’s garments and be safe as Hetty again. However, if she put into operation her emergency plan and announced her brother had left in a hurry, there would be no more sweet encounters with Jane.

  These thoughts sped through her mind, but she soon decided to see the ordeal out. When Jane heard George had taken his punishment like a man, surely she would be even more kindly disposed towards him. So she rose to press the bell in the wall, and almost immediately the heavy stride of Nanny Baines could be heard approaching down the corridor.

  ‘Ah, Mrs Baines,’ Sir Victor declared as she stepped into the room. ‘George here has been misbehaving with the servants and needs correction.’

  ‘Do you recommend the Ramwell double indignity, sir?’

  ‘Indeed I do. Prepare us both, if you would be so kind.’

  Hetty’s mind and pulse were racing. Her main fear was disclosure. If her identity was revealed, Leo might be dragged into it and Lady Alice as well. Now she began to regret not heeding her first instincts and making good her escape.

  Baines walked up to Sir Victor and, to Hetty’s amazement, opened his smoking jacket and revealed his privates. Then she commanded Hetty to lower her trousers.

  Terrified of exposure, but knowing a refusal would not be tolerated, she contrived to lower her pants while keeping her underwear concealed beneath the tail of her shirt. But then her heart quailed when Baines barked out a further command. ‘Underpants down.’

  Somehow she was able to bare her bottom while continuing to hold her shirt over her genitals, and without further ado, Baines forced her to kneel in front of Sir Victor’s wheelchair. His pathetic tackle was now fully exposed, pale and wrinkled but with the tip crowned by a drop of clear liquid. Hetty shrank from the sight in distaste.

  ‘The Ramwell double indignity is a punishment reserved for the most severe misdemeanours,’ Sir Victor explained. ‘Sexual abuse of female members of the staff falls under that category, and is the crime of which you stand accused. How do you plead, guilty or not guilty?’

  ‘Guilty, sir,’ Hetty admitted reluctantly, since there seemed little point in prolonging the torture.

  ‘The double indignity consists of two forms of humiliation, one active, one passive. The culprit will be obliged to perform the service of fellatio upon a senior male, in this case myself, and while the act is being performed to the best of your ability, several strokes of the cane will be administered to your naked buttocks, a task to which Mrs Baines is well suited. First, however, you are obliged to thank me and her for bestowing upon you this singular punishment, which under the circumstances may be considered a merciful and light sentence.’

  Nanny stepped up behind Hetty and gave her shoulder a rough push. ‘Say it,’ she commanded. ‘Give thanks, you miserable sinner.’

  ‘Err… thank you, Sir Victor.’

  ‘No, Carstairs,’ he said furiously. ‘I am Carstairs, stupid.’

  ‘I thank you, Carstairs, and Mrs Baines, for giving me such a light sentence…’ The mere thought of putting her mouth anywhere near his disgusting organ made Hetty want to retch, but she could see no alternative. Only the thought of Jane, dear sweet Jane, and their lovemaking that afternoon – which now seemed so long ago – gave her the courage to endure this trial.

  ‘Head down, boy, and lick your lips,’ Sir Victor ordered. ‘I cann
ot bear a dry mouth. Give it plenty of tongue, too, and vary the pace. The old rascal might have some life in him yet.’

  Hetty had often been called on to perform orally upon her husband’s cock when he was tired from his labours, and although the taste of the old man’s juicing prick was unpleasantly strong and salty, she persevered by thinking about Jane. No sooner had she placed the length of his flaccid organ in her mouth than the first of several stinging blows fell upon her buttocks, and it was all she could do to avoid biting into Sir Victor’s soft shaft as pain sliced through her.

  ‘Easy, Mrs Baines,’ he urged, obviously aware of the peril he was in. ‘Remember the double rule “whip hard, prick guard, whip light, lick right”.’

  ‘Yes, sir, I was carried away by my disgust at his lewd behaviour. Fancy attempting to seduce a housemaid, sir.’

  ‘Well he is paying for it now. Continue, and you, boy, do some more of that licking and sucking together. I fancy you were injecting some life into the old man before you nearly choked him to death.’

  Hetty resumed her task of fellatio with new energy, eager to get the whole disgusting episode over and done with. Her backside was sore and throbbing, but she stoically endured the next two strokes. Then her efforts were rewarded as the ghost of an erection resurrected the limp penis in her mouth. With a little more judicious tonguing, the old man’s cock actually grew stiff and upright.

  ‘By George, he has done it!’ Sir Victor exclaimed, apparently too excited to appreciate his own pun. ‘He has managed to breathe some life into my prick, Mrs Baines. Wonders will never cease. Quick, let us strike while the iron is hot and throbbing.’

  His words struck a note of warning in Hetty’s heart even as she continued licking around his glans, which was now swollen and seeping with semen, but then, to her surprise and horror, Mrs Baines came and pulled her face away from the miraculous erection.

  ‘That is enough of that,’ the woman snapped. ‘Get down on all fours with your back to the wheelchair.’

  ‘B-but why?’ Hetty stammered.

  Sir Victor gave a low, dirty chuckle. ‘Since I would not dream of offending Mrs Baines’s honour, your arse will have to do as a receptacle for my magnificent hard-on. Grease his hole for me, please, and make him good and ready.’

  Hetty could hardly believe her ears. It seemed incredible that the Master of Longton was so indiscriminate in his randy appetites he would sodomize the brother of his daughter-in-law. However, as Sir Victor produced a small pot of bear’s grease from his jacket pocket, she was obliged to believe he would.

  At once she felt her anus shrivel tightly in protest. Already her buttocks were burning and the thought of further torment inflicted upon them was unbearable. Yet she continued kneeling before his wheelchair, her mouth open in shock, as his fingers took over for her lips and brought his organ fully to life. Then rough hands on her shoulders forced her around and down. She kept her thighs as close together as she could, but as soon as Baines’s greasy finger touched her bottom hole, she decided she was having none of it. Twisting around, she seized the woman’s thick forearm. Her sleeve had been rolled up while she wielded the whip and her hairy skin was exposed. Without another thought, she sunk her teeth into the meaty flesh and bit her hard.

  ‘Ouch!’ the nurse yelped, and tried to clout her round the head, but Hetty wriggled away and scampered on all fours a few paces before struggling to her feet while still trying to hide her female sex with her shirttail.

  ‘Catch him!’ Sir Victor yelled. ‘Damn his hide, I knew we should have tied the bugger up.’

  Pulling up her trousers Hetty made for the door, which was thankfully unlocked, and she could hear the heavy clump of Baines’s footsteps behind her as she ran down the corridor. Praying none of the servants would see the undignified pursuit she reached the main hall and began climbing the stairs. When she was almost at the top she looked back and saw Baines standing at the bottom waving her fist in the air. Evidently the nurse had given up the chase, but her face looked almost purple with rage. Hetty knew she had made a real enemy there – or rather George had – but there was no time to worry about that now. She had to get back to her room as quickly as possible and become herself again.

  The shutters were drawn against the fading light and it was dark when she entered, so she made for the oil lamp and struck a match. Soon the sitting room was bathed in a soft glow, but when she turned around she was startled to see a figure sitting in a chair. ‘Jane,’ she breathed. ‘What are you doing here?’ She looked so beautiful and so innocent, her eyes wide with concern, her lower lip trembling with emotion as she rose and flung herself into Hetty’s arms with a stifled sob.

  ‘Oh George, what on earth did they do to you, you poor darling? I have been so anxious for you all the while!’

  ‘It was nothing,’ Hetty said gruffly, holding her tight.

  ‘I am so grateful to you for protecting me,’ she continued, placing gentle kisses on Hetty’s cheek. ‘If you had not been there to stand up for me, heaven knows what I should have had to endure. I am eternally grateful to you, dear George.’

  Hetty decided to shamelessly play the hero. ‘So long as you are safe, I care little what they do to me.’

  ‘But what did they do to you?’ she pleaded to know, holding him at arm’s length and staring into his face as if she could read the truth there. ‘Did they… did they hurt you at all?’

  ‘Somewhat,’ Hetty admitted, ‘but it was nothing I could not endure. I am sore behind, that is all.’

  ‘They whipped you?’ Jane’s tone was indignant. ‘How dare they?’

  ‘They seem to relish such diversions in this house. Still, I shall feel better by morning.’

  Jane snuggled close to her again; so close Hetty feared she might detect the feminine swell of her bosom beneath her shirt. Nevertheless, she kissed the girl’s fragrant hair and listened with increasing pleasure to her grateful endearments.

  ‘Oh George, I wish to make you feel better now,’ she sighed. ‘When I was cruelly beaten, your sister kindly soothed my pain with some ointment of hers. Will you allow me to do the same for you?’

  Hetty did not hesitate. Here, almost within her grasp, was the reward she had dreamed of whilst sucking off her disgusting tormentor. ‘Oh yes, Jane, if you would be so kind, that would be a great relief to me.’

  Chapter 14

  Hetty was concerned lest Jane should glimpse her lack of male apparatus, so she kept her thighs tightly together while she spread herself facedown on the bed, naked from the waist down. Her heart was filled with all kinds of emotions as she felt the first tentative touch of Jane’s cool fingertips on her bottom cheeks. Her sex already hot and wet, she pressed it hard against the counterpane to at once assuage and stoke her arousal.

  ‘There, is that better?’ Jane whispered sweetly in the gloom.

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed, although she could scarcely bring herself to speak.

  The delicate fingers were soon replaced by Jane’s soft lips, which pressed fervently against the central dimple of each of her buttocks, and Hetty regarded this as positive proof the girl was enamoured of George. The thought gave her mixed feelings. She felt obliged to keep up the deception, but in the guise of George she placed herself in jeopardy as far as Sir Victor and his harridan of a nursemaid were concerned. Her heart counselled her to change into her imaginary brother as often as possible, to encourage more of this delightful devotion from Jane, but her head advised otherwise knowing every time she dressed as George she risked exposure and further punishment. And, worst of all, it was wrong to lead poor innocent Jane on like this. The more deeply the girl fell in love with the imaginary George, the greater would be her disappointment and her heartache when he failed to possess her as a man does the woman he loves.

  For now, however, she was blissfully content to wallow in Jane’s attentions. The girl’s hands grew bolder, sweeping over her
buttocks with gentle but firm strokes, and then moved down to caress her thighs.

  ‘You have such smooth legs, George,’ she commented softly. ‘I have never been this close to any man before, yet I was taught that men’s legs were somewhat hairier than women’s.’

  ‘That is true as a general rule,’ Hetty replied in her theatrically deep voice. ‘But then consider Nurse Baines’s legs. She is a woman, or so we are led to believe, yet her legs are the hairiest I have ever seen on man or beast.’

  Jane giggled, breaking the somewhat gloomy silence and filling Hetty’s heart with joy. Clutching her shirttails to continue covering her lack of male genitals, she rolled over onto her back and with one arm drew Jane down against her. ‘Dear Jane,’ she sighed wistfully, ‘if I were only half as dear to you as you are to me, I should be a happy man.’

  ‘Oh George,’ she responded tenderly, ‘I confess it, I do care for you very much.’

  They kissed passionately, and Hetty contrived to hide the lower half of her body beneath the counterpane while she caressed Jane’s willing body. Her hands were allowed liberal access to the nubile form, and were soon roving over her delicious breasts and making free with her private parts beneath her skirt, clutching at her firm round buttocks and driving the girl to such a frenzy of passion she was convinced George might have his way with her unhindered. Alas, she was unable to perform the act Jane seemed to desire so much, and the thought saddened her, until she decided to seduce her another way. So holding her close, she whispered, ‘Jane, dearest, you are still a virgin, are you not?’

  ‘I – I believe so.’

  ‘Yet I fear your sweet flower may be taken from you by one who does not care about you as much as I do, and that thought is hateful to me.’

  ‘To me, too,’ she agreed fervently. ‘I would rather you took my maidenhead, dear George, than any other man alive.’