The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations
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				Title: <strong>The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 03:24:21</strong>
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				WELCOME TO FOREST KEEP MANOR<br><br>(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/lakeside2.jpg)<br><br>Forest keep Manor has been in the Ambrose family for many years, handed down from father to son.&nbsp; The Lords of the House have always been blue blooded gentlemen, served by a waiting staff of loyal servants.&nbsp; The house stretches over a huge amount of land, with stunning views across the fields, rivers and trees that surround it.&nbsp; <br><br>Lord Morgan Ambrose is the latest in the long line of gentry to inherit Forest keep.&nbsp; He has a beautiful wife, Lady Constance and his two sons, one of which is at present away.&nbsp; She stands by his side, and kneels before him the willing dutiful servant to her Master.<br><br>The snows glisten in the trees around the Manor, the weather cold and chill.&nbsp; The House is a sight to behold, she sits nestled in the mantle of winter as those inside remain warm with the sensational heating that has caused many angry words.&nbsp; Houses should not have heating.&nbsp; But Forest Keep did, it was a place of many secrets.&nbsp; Many wonders and those invited enjoyed the hospitality of Lord and Lady.<br><br>Christmas was fast approaching, a time to be together, family and friends would be welcomed through the season.&nbsp; They would attend the local church, taking all those who live and work at the Manor.&nbsp; When they returned carols would be sung around the tree and mulled wine and sweet pastries would be served.&nbsp; The days leading until the season would be busy, there was lots of work to be done.<br><br>Lady Constance would be seen talking to the Butler, her voice soft, gentle, eyes slightly downcast.&nbsp; She would liaise with Mrs Hemlock about what needed to be done.&nbsp; Constance took her role as Lady of the Manor very seriously.&nbsp; The rooms needed to be prepared.&nbsp; Guests would be arriving, the maids and slave would be needed.&nbsp; The new slaves hadn't arrived yet, but those who had been with them a while would be expected to help.&nbsp; Of course they would be rewarded for good behaviour.&nbsp; And punished for bad.&nbsp; The house would be busy for the days to come...everyone would be required to work and prepare and then they would all enjoy and play and celebrate together.<br><br>Welcome to Forest keep Manor, a place to spend a relaxing and eye opening time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 03:53:15</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/th_1024_001-2.jpg?t=1284946275) (http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/th_001g-1.jpg?t=1284947570) (http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/th_014-1.jpg?t=1284946275) </div><br>Christine Leroux (http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/HeatherGraham7-1.jpg?t=1284946291) was confused and angry. She had been selling her daisies in Covent Garden when a man in extremely nice clothes approached her. She had offered him a flower, and he had smiled in a way that put her mind ill at ease. Immediately she'd tried to put the flower back into her basket, but his hand had shot out and grabbed her wrist, holding it tightly and stroking her hand. The daisy had fallen to the street...forgotten.<br><br><em>"What is your name, girl?"</em><br><br>Christine looked at him strangely.<br><br>"I don't believe that is any of your business. Are you going to buy a flower or not?"<br><br>He chuckled darkly, and she saw his eyes. They were dark and cold.<br><br><em>"I believe I'll be buying much more from you than a flower,&nbsp; my dear. Your clothes...they're tattered. How old are you?"</em><br><br>Raising her chin, the young girl answered.<br><br>"Eighteen, although if you're not planning on buying anything, I suggest you move on."<br><br><em>"Now, now...I do not believe that is any way to speak to a gentleman. Besides, you'll soon be whoring yourself on the streets if you continue in this way."</em><br><br>Christine gasped and shook her head.<br><br>"How dare you!? Leave, now."<br><br>That was when another man came up behind her and shoved a foul smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. She tried to push them away, but soon her eyes grew hazy and she slumped into their arms.<br><br>The next thing she remembered was waking up in a carriage and being carried out. She was blindfolded, and her wrists were tied behind her back...along with her ankles being tied together. She was gagged with cloth, and the men handled her rather carefully before throwing her over one of their shoulders. She tried to wiggle free, but the other man grabbed her hair and pulled on it hard...holding the red curls tight. She was forced to stay still, and soon the door opened. The man moved her into his arms and cradled her petite...but curvy...body as the other man spoke to someone else.<br><br><em>"Eighteen years old, found her in Covent Garden. We haven't checked for virginity yet, but I would not be surprised if she was still intact. She was selling flowers, and by the state of her dress, I have a feeling she will not be terribly missed."</em><br><br>She screamed against her gag, and squirmed some more, but she could hear authoritative footsteps drawing near.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:13:27</strong>
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				"Oh my my!&nbsp; She is a gorgeous creature indeed!"&nbsp; Alistair poked and prodded at the girl as she layed in the man's arms.&nbsp; "She's a little street tramp, but still a great little specimen.&nbsp; Of course, she could have all sorts of diseases.&nbsp; And how are we supposed to know she's a virgin?"&nbsp; He poked through her hair as if checking for her lice.&nbsp; &nbsp;He hooked a finger into her gag and pulled it out of her mouth, "Are you a virgin, my dear?&nbsp; I'd sincerely hate to have my father overpay for a common street whore."<br><br><br>"I'll give two hundred pounds for her but not schilling more!"&nbsp; He turned his back to the man and the girl until he reluctantly accepted his offer.&nbsp; "Take her to the living room, set her on the couch.&nbsp; She can wait there.&nbsp; Until more of our, ahem, guests arrive."&nbsp; &nbsp;The footman set her on the couch and Alistair put his head under her head, pushing her upright so she sat tied up.&nbsp; "Come now, let the poor girl sit!&nbsp; What are we barbarians?"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:21:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br>The girl heard a smooth voice close-by, and she flinched as he poked and prodded at her bound body. She once again began struggling, growling at the way the man spoke about her. When he removed her gag, she spoke angrily.<br><br>"That is none of your business, but I'm not a whore. Now let me go this instant!"<br><br>She knew that he could 'check' to see about her virginity...and that would be humiliating. Of course, she was a virgin, but he didn't know that...yet. Still, she couldn't bring herself to answer him truthfully. She didn't want to give him anything. She couldn't see him, but she could hear and smell...and she could tell he was aristocracy. <br><br>When the footman dropped her on the couch, she tried to roll off of it, but soon the nobleman sat her up, and she was breathing hard...glad that he hadn't put her gag back in.<br><br>"Take off this blindfold and untie me! I demand to know what is going on."<br><br>Of course, in her tattered dress and state, she hardly was in any position to make demands, but her family had come from French nobility, and that attitude remained to this day.
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 04:53:14</strong>
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				"That all depends if you're house-trained little girl.&nbsp; You can't expect us to untie you so you can simply walk around the house, making mess on all of our nice furniture."&nbsp; He patted her cheek gently.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:01:58</strong>
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				She gasped in outrage and looked toward him through the blinfold...unable to see him. <br><br>"I do not appreciate your condescending tone, and implication that I'm an animal. Obviously I will not make a mess."<br><br>She was fuming, and she attempted to pull free. If she wiggled her hand just right, then the rope began to slip. However, she couldn't get it further than that. Sighing, she shifted restlessly and began growing more agitated. <br><br>"Please untie me and remove the blindfold. I want to know why I'm here and when I can go home."<br><br>Her chest heaved with every irate breath. 
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				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 05:14:15</strong>
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				He stepped gingerly to the other side of her.&nbsp; Speaking again and watching the way her blindfolded eyes tried to follow him.&nbsp; "Curiosity is so unbecoming, my dear."&nbsp; He moved again, watching her red hair drag across her shoulder as she followed his voice.&nbsp; "Though I do want to thank you, since you did not want to tell me your worth the easy way, I can to find out the <em>fun</em> way."&nbsp; <br><br>He took a small dagger out of his booth and held it to her chest, running it along it by it's broad side.&nbsp; "Can you tell what this is, little 'Covent Gardens?'&nbsp; It is a knife."&nbsp; He plopped on the couch next to her, his body flush with hers and he said into her ear, "And unless you want it to cut somewhere most unpleasant, like your throat, just to state an example, then I suggest you <em>hold still.</em><br><br>He moved the steel blade to her thigh and ran it along her leg, sticking the blade under the her rope when necessary and tore a very long slit in her tattered skirt to her knee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 13:39:31</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MrsHemlock.jpg)<br><br>It was late morning and just a few days remained to prepare the house for Christmas. At least the tree had arrived and had been erected in the library and yesterday the footmen had done a passable job of decorating it under my supervision. There were still boughs of holly, ivy and other forest greens to be cut and brought in to adorn mantelpieces above the fires and over the doorway arches. I had set Emma to work all yesterday making up pourris of cinnamon, dried oranges, nuts, cloves and other finely scented decorations. These would be placed in shallow glass bowls in the principal rooms with nightlights nestled in them to fill the house with the special Christmas smell.<br><br>Everyone was busy and being short-handed I had asked Mr Pollock if I might have the services of one or two of the broken slaves - those who could be relied on to do some work and not go running off.<br><br>(http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/content/images/2006/08/04/142413_470x389.jpg)<br><br>I entered the kitchen where Cook was preparing two entire pigs for roasting and enquired if she needed any assistance. She shooed me out with a hustle and bustle, <strong><em>"You be out of Cooks Kitchen, Missus Hemlock me dear, 'tis my domain and I can be lookin' after it with me own girls, you pretty ups yer house and leave us be!"</em></strong><br><br>In a shower of breadcrumbs and a dusting of flour I withdrew. Cook ruled that room and her pantry and rarely accepted help, though I admitted to be quite prepared to leave her be, she and her assistants were among the most reliable and thorough members of the household.<br><br>Passing along the servants corridor that comes out near the study I saw two footmen bringing boughs of greenery in the doorway.<br><br><strong>"No!"</strong> I barked sharply, <strong>"<em>Not</em> through the main door. Good heavens, what are you thinking of? Round to the court. Bring them in the pantry entrance, all that snow must be knocked off first as well, then I'll get a girl to trim them up and cut away the old wood."</strong> I sent the men back out and round to the arch. There wasn't time to find a maid so I drew a small broom and dust pan from a cubby hole and cleaned up the dirt the men had just brought in.<br><br><em>Really, like animals sometimes. Mean well but they just don't think.</em><br><br>Stowing the broom and pan away again and wiping my hands on my apron I proceeded on my way, poking my head into a room here and there to see maids working away cleaning and polishing and making up fresh fires. We had the water heating of course but nothing surpassed a log fire in a room to fill you with good cheer. I went into the Alcove Room and watched the weather, snow was falling again, thick soft fat flakes drifted down. The sky bore that low dull bruised look that tells of more to come. We had nearly a foot of snow in the last two days and if we had a high wind with it the lane would fill with drifts and then it would be the Devil's own work to clear it for the guests carriages. I shivered and rubbed my arms.<br><br>Back along the hallway I went into another room and came across Master Alistair with a new arrival. The 'delivery men' I called them had evidently just taken their pay and left. I looked at the girl, her clothes were a mess but beneath them were curves of promise. She looked just about well enough fed but with a proper diet such as she'd receive here she'd look much better in a week or two. She had a certain look in her eye, not the sort that common street girls have. I wondered over that look a moment, though as of now she was not my concern.<br><br><strong>"Master Alistair, Sir, excuse me for interrupting. Might I suggest you deal with a new arrival in the slave quarters? I had this rug beaten clean of dirt only yesterday. I can send a maid to bathe the girl too if you wish."</strong> I wrinkled my nose at the odour that was threatening to undo all my careful Christmas mood preparations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 15:05:29</strong>
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				Alistair twirled the knife in his hands as he leaned against his new prize.&nbsp; "Oh, Martha, you're such a killjoy! I was just about to open up my present.&nbsp; Who cares if she smells like a street urchin when her body looks this good!"&nbsp; He landed his face in her breasts and nuzzled her.&nbsp; <br><br>He gave a melodramatic sigh.&nbsp; "Alright, Boy!"&nbsp; he waved over to one of the footman.&nbsp; "Very well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Clean her, but do not let my brother near her!&nbsp; I want to be the fist to pluck her."&nbsp; He stood and watched as the man carried her upstairs, tapping his chin with the knife.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 15:08:46</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Batescharacter.jpg)<br><br>Countess Victoria Ebberly was busy readying her estate for Christmas holiday. She had doled out the staffs assignments while she would be away. The staff that had family would be dismissed, able to be with their families, the rest would stay and attend to the estate while she was away. She had planned on an extended&nbsp; stay tis time, staying right into the new year. She so loved staying at the Forest Keep Manor. She traveled there so often, she had her own special room there. <br><br>She had met the Lord and Lady on her travels when she was still married to the count, God rest his soul. They had some grand gatherings at the manor. Upon one of those such visits, she wandered away and discovered the delicious little secret they had. Training unkempt girls for pleasure. Well, with her sexual appetite, how could she not beg to be part of the process? Not just that, she had a penchant for the family as well, they did treat her well there. She adored the staff that the Lord and Lady had at the manor, they were so accommodate to her 'needs'. <br><br>Once everything was secure at her estate, she made the journey to the Manor. It was not a long journey, just over two hours at the most. The snow provided a perfect backdrop for Christmas. How she did love the holiday, so full of hope, and special 'gifts'. As the countess pulled up to the Manor, she was more than impressed with the decorations that were being hung for the festivities. She waited for he staff to open her carriage and escort her to her room. Someone of her standing was treated very well here. She decided to dress simply today, since she was traveling, leaving the more elaborate dress for later.<br><br>[(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Victoriancostume3.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 15:25:35</strong>
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				Christine froze as she heard his words and felt the knife against her skin. Her dress was soon ripped, and she was about ready to begin fighting when she heard a woman's voice. Turning toward the sound, she frowned at her words.<br><br>"I am not a slave, and I do not appreciate you talking about me as if I am not here."<br><br>Still, soon she felt another set of hands grab her and carry her up the stairs. Her blindfold was taken off, and a couple of maids untied her before closing and locking the door. There was a burly man in the room as well, and he would put down any rebellions, as well as holding her still while the women washed her. It took a while and a lot of effort, but soon she was clean and smelling wonderful. Her red curl dried in ringlets around her face, and they dressed her in a thin chemise that was hardly modest. <br><br>After that, they led her into a room and locked the door, leaving her alone.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 16:06:24</strong>
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				Lady Constance heard voices in the drawing rooma nd walked in seeing Mrs Hemlock and her oldest son, Morgan, or Alistair as he was more commonly known.&nbsp; "I heard voices, have we new girl joining us?" she asked them, feeling her heart beat quicker in the presence of two such dominant people.&nbsp; She smiled at Mrs Hemlock, and then dropped her gaze from her darling son.<br><br>"I was wishing to enquire if either of you ahd seen my dear husband yet this day?" she asked them, her tone respectful.&nbsp; She had received painful thrashings from both for her lack of respect at times.&nbsp; She was dressed now in a long gown, but under neath she wore such naughty things.&nbsp; She waited for their replies, standing still, her head bowed, feeling their presense most keenly.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 16:21:47</strong>
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				EMMA BROWN, MAID<br><br>(http://www.animenfo.com/image/anime_1690.jpg)<br><br>George, one of the footmen and I were on duty waiting inside the main entrance. I had seen the altercation between the housekeeper and the other footmen over the snow covered holly boughs but kept silent. It was best to do so when Mrs Hemlock's voice was raised. Soon the issue was resolved and a quiet time passed, only the relaxing low clunking of the grandfather clock in the hallway measured my shift out in heavy seconds.<br><br>There came the crunching of iron-tyres of a carriage on the gravelled driveway. The snow had been swept by the groundsmen last night and again this morning but it was beginning to settle again. George opened the door and stepped out to open the carriage door also. I waited on the step and curtsied as none other than Countess Ebberly alighted.<br><br>George busied himself with taking down the Countess' bags and then waiting discreetly so that she might enter the house first. I smiled politely and gestured for her to enter.<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon, Ma'am, please... this way."</strong> I followed the lady in and took her coat and gloves and wrap.<br><br><strong>"Welcome to Forest Keep, Ma'am. His Lordship has given you the white bedroom again. Your bags will be taken up. Master Alistair is in the drawing room if you would wish to speak with him."</strong><br><br>Presuming that this would be satisfactory, I led the way upstairs and through the warmly lit great gallery past the crackling log fire to the drawing room and knocking discreetly, opened the door to show the Countess in. To my surprise Her Ladyship was also present as was the housekeeper.<br><br>I curtsied to the two family members, <strong>"Your Lordship, your Ladyship, Countess Ebberly."</strong> Following my brief announcement I waited just inside the door in case I was needed.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 16:41:38</strong>
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				As Victoria was escorted inside, the scent of fresh pine was everywhere. "Mmm Lovely, " she sighed to herself. She then looked at the maid that greeted her, "Hello again Emma. The White bedroom? Fantastic, you do know that is my favorite." She followed Emma through the halls to greet her hosts. As she was introduced to, she opened her arms for a hug. "Happy Christmas. Thank you so much for having me again, the holiday's can get so lonely." She of course was lying, she had plenty of staff to 'serve' her if she so needed it. <br><br>"Emma, would you be a dear and get me some water. I am simply parched."&nbsp; She then turned back to her hosts, "So tell me, do we have new 'guests' arriving this holiday?" Victoria so loved to play with the new girls that were brought around to please her. "Oh and is my little puppy Max in the kennel? You know how I adore that he be with me at times." Max was in no way a puppy, he was a wonderful English setter that Victoria brought to her room from time to time to 'play' with, for both the new girls and for her. She sat elegantly in the chair opposite of them and waited for the water to be brought to her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 17:34:50</strong>
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				Lord Ambrose was quietly looking over the card and letters in the study seated by a crackling fireplace. Wine was set at a table nearby with a plate of bread and grapes nearby. His eyes scanning over the occasional greeting before he opened the letter sent by the representatives of the Duchess Apnea. He had asked that all letters and such were to be given directly to him and never opened. Those who did were to be disciplined in the ways only he knew how to perform.<br><br>He smiled a bit to himself as the woman did have quite the view on many things that others would find pure heresy. He runs his fingers upon the bit of facial hair that ran along his chin with a slight smile <strong>"Oh dear. Seems like the Dutchess is a trite angry if she is coming here so unexpectedly."</strong> He knew why she was coming. The Christmas Party of which he and his wife had orchestrated the event and despite the strong opinion of the Dutchess he would not deter his mind from it. There were many reasons to hold the celebration however but he kept such thought private.<br><br>His mind contemplates a few things such as where that blasted son of his ran off to this time within the house. The child had such vices within him, which took after his own legacy but he had not an inch of refinement it seems to balance it. More then likely he would be hearing about his antics soon enough. He exhaled as he would rise up and have a look around to go meet with his wife.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 18:04:49</strong>
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				Out in the Stables Henry Alonzo the Head groom stood with a brush idly running it through the mane of a beutiful horse. This particular fellow was perhaps one of the prizes of the livestock kept by the Ambrose family. He enjoyed his job greatly. He spent his days making saddles, grooming animals, and girls alike, as well as tending to the animals. The man did love that he was also able to bed a slave should he request and she not be under anyone elses use. Henry who had served as a groom for the Abrose family for years now sat as it's head groom. He was paid well and treated with respect as a senior member of the staff. "Easy there me'gel no need to worry your pretty lil 'ead no one 'll 'arm ya it'll be jus' me tendin ya tonight. i don' know when next the master or 'is sons'll be down to ride" He had much to do to prepare for christmas as well such groom the horses in case the lord or his guests chose to take a sleigh ride. <br><br>Henry was of course keen on getting his work done. He only slacked after everything was tended too. He'd feed the animals then brush out their coats. The animals though often used for dirty purposes were well kept. He would train them to hunt both man and animal alike as well as how to propperly mount a woman. He invented saddles that had dildos so that females riders could be pleasured in both thier womanhood and their mind while on a ride. 
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 18:19:21</strong>
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				EMMA BROWN, MAID - DRAWING ROOM AND THEN TO FRONT ENTRANCE<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Emma, would you be a dear and get me some water. I am simply parched."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Yes, Ma'am."</strong> I bobbed a curtsey and vanished from the room, making my way to the kitchens as quickly as I could without my pace being unseemly. From the Drawing Room there were servant stairs nearby below the Owl Room tower enabling us staff to move about the house without cluttering up the main halls and stairs with our presence.<br><br>I reached the kitchen and descended the steps to the cold larder in the basement where the cheeses, butter, milk and meat were stored. There was a sink down here and since it's cistern was underground the water would be well chilled. I took a silver tray and a leaded crystal jug and added three Venetian glass tumblers before filling the jug and returning all the way to the drawing room.<br><br>I knocked again and entered and silently served the water, placing the tray on an occasional table and standing the tumblers beside it, filling one for the countess and leaving the other two if they were needed. Curtseying again I then withdrew, returning to my post at the front door where George was also waiting, having taken the lady's bags to her bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 18:30:46</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - DRAWING ROOM<br><br>The new girl was bundled away by a footman, her protests being quite ignored by everyone. Silly girl, she had no idea that life here could be really rather comfortable; a good bed, hot meals, regular baths and only a little bit of exercise, nothing too strenuous. And of course some rather pleasant things happened too, if you didn't mind those who gave you those pleasures not asking your permission first. Give her a week and she'd realise how much better off she was here than grubbing a living in some noisy factory or whoring her body for sixpence at the docks.<br><br>Her Ladyship then came in, looking quite the elegant darling of charm as she so easily manages to do. Despite the positions I have so many times seen her contorted into and heard the noises she makes <em>in extremis</em> she still manages in the cool light of day to act the lady.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I was wishing to enquire if either of you had seen my dear husband yet this day?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> As a servant it was not my place to speak when Master Alistair was present but in the event he was unaware of his father's whereabouts I made a small cough and spoke up.<br><br><strong>"His Lordship is in the study your Ladyship,"</strong> I said, <strong>"I believe he is reading the mail. Shall I escort you down to speak with him?"</strong> with the word 'escort' I applied a little emphasis and let my had rest fleetingly against 'Martha's Tongue'. Perhaps Madam would like a little taste of the belt across her rump on the way down? A gentle reminder of the status of things is always a good idea where those who submit need to be reminded of the fact.<br><br>Countess Ebberly then arrived, and though I nodded politely to her I did not address her since she had not addressed me. Emma went to get some water and I made to withdraw if I was no longer needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 21:16:16</strong>
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				CHRISTINE LEROUX WITH ARTHUR AND JAMES, FOOTMEN AND PEGGY AND CLARA, MAIDS - SLAVE HAREM THEN TO LORD ALISTAIR'S ROOM<br><br>After the two men had been scolded by the housekeeper for bringing the woodland greenery in the wrong entrance they were called by a bell-pull up to the drawing room. There they found the Young Master, Alistair with a new toy. The two men's eyes lit up at once. This situation looked like it held more potential than stomping round the estate in a foot of snow hacking down bits of trees and bushes and carting them a half mile back to the house.<br><br>The housekeeper was in the room too so the two men merely bowed deeply. Arthur, the more senior asked, <strong>"You rang sir?"</strong><br><br>Upon being told where to take the girl His Lordship had on the sofa beside him and what to do with her they knew that definitely holly cutting could go hang.<br><br>Picking his prize up and dumping her over his shoulder Arthur led the way out (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82977.msg3659612#msg3659612).
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 21:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/Lellinias%20Weyr/connie2-1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Constance smiled at Mrs hemlock, she knew if the woman was to feel her mons she would tut and drag her off to be dealt with she was sure.&nbsp; Constance might be a good dutiful wife and mother.&nbsp; But she was also a woman who liked to see what she could get away with.&nbsp; She had not been summoned to her husband's bed or study for a few days, sleeping in her own small room along from the main one they shared.&nbsp; Connie had a rebelious side that was often quashed, but it returned frequently and needed dealing with.<br><br>She knew they were expecting a lot of guests and she used this as an opportunity to allow her own personaly hygiene to slip.&nbsp; She had been so busy with making the rooms were ready and the hous elooked festive that she had not had the time to bathe and groom herself.&nbsp; She knew if her husband or the ever resourceful Mrs Hemlock should see her failings she would suffer greatly for it.&nbsp; Maybe that would not be a bad thing, for the Lady Constance was beginning to feel she had equal rights as her husband, maybe she should ask him to allow her to wear underwear.&nbsp; She watched Mrs Hemlock leave, and then smirked, she would find her husband and speak to him.&nbsp; Now he had some new slaves to occupy him maybe he would allow her to dress correctly.<br><br>Turning to her dear friend Countess Victoria she sighed, "I feel my dear Countess I must enquire of my husband if I may begin to have some rights.&nbsp; I feel with all the women in the world I deserve to be his equal." She said softly, her voice for her dear friends ears only, "I will ask of him if I may once more wear under garments.&nbsp; I feel most vulnerable without them." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:12:00</strong>
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				Turning to her dear friend Countess Victoria she sighed, "I feel my dear Countess I must enquire of my husband if I may begin to have some rights.&nbsp; I feel with all the women in the world I deserve to be his equal." She said softly, her voice for her dear friends ears only, "I will ask of him if I may once more wear under garments.&nbsp; I feel most vulnerable without them."<br><br>"Oh my dear Lady, I believe you should, you deserve some rights. Look at me, I am half your age, and I have more freedom than you have ever had. You are the Lady of the house, a partner, and equal. The least you should have is some decent undergarments dear friend. If you would like I could take you shopping to find you some fine silk undergarments."<br><br>Victoria was a wicked one, she was so sweet to Constance, but it was so easy to manipulate her also. She knew if she went to speak to the Lord of the house she would get in such trouble. Yet Victoria knew for a fact that the Lord, loved the feeling of silk underwear, she had a first hand account of that. But of course she would never tell the Lady that she had been, shall we say, 'close' with the Lord, and his two handsome sons.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:43:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">Valentine Ambrose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3657669#msg3657669)</div><br>valentine Ambrose gazed out of the window of the Stage coach as it made its way up the road, from the distance he could tell the house was almost ready for the Christmas celebration. A quick glance at his pocket watch said that by now the guest should be starting to arrive. Boy he would be glad to be home, having left a few months ago to travel abroad.. merely on a whim really, a desire to see the world.The whole ordeal was a pleasant experience that still convinced him that ones life is better spent at home then In places unknown. Of course thats not to say he did not enjoy himself. thinking back fondly he could remember many of nights he spent with the woman of different countries. Still it was good to be home, after all its where he felt safe.. and more importantly where he felt powerful.<br><br>At last the coach pulled up to the main entrance he could barely wait for it to stop before he opened the door and breathed in the crisp air, such a familiar scent it was.he smiled and stepped from it as soon as it stopped, he smiled as he approached the two servants by the door, though more friends and confidants in his mind.. at least in some way.<strong>"Gorge, Emma.. Wonderful to see you two again."</strong> he said, greeting the fellows he knew so well.he could trust them to get his bags so he nodded polity before taking his leave of them.<br><br>After shaking the snow off his coat and hat he proceeded further into his familial home, a smile on his face as he saw Lady Victoria and his darling mother. Coming up to the two of them he moved close and kissed his mother on the cheek.<strong>"I'm back mother, hope you did not miss me to much"</strong> he said, the subtle tone of his voice implying more then just a mother missing her child.his hand resting on her rump, body between that act and the sight of lady Victoria, for only a brief moment before he turned and gave a short respectful bow to the lady<strong>"And greetings Lady Victoria, is a pleasure to see you again. I trust that by your presence here I might be able to see more of you over the next few days?"</strong> he inquired of her, curious to know if she was indeed staying within the Manor for awhile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:49:23</strong>
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				Valentine came in as Victoria was speaking with Constance and perked up. "Ah yes Valentine, I shall be here until the New Year, your mum has been gracious enough to let me stay through the holidays." She presented her hand to him to be kissed. She knew that later he may be kissing much mire than that. "Indeed you will be seeing&nbsp; a lot of me darling Valentine." Victoria smiled wide at him, wondering what he was thinking. Would he remember the last time she had visited and the fun they had together? She could only hope for a repeat of las time, and then more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 22:55:44</strong>
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				The whole ordeal had left Christine shaken, confused and angry. She was still holding out the hope that she was in some horrible nightmare, and soon she'd wake up in her tiny bed that she shared with her sister and stoke the fire. However, that didn't seem to be happening. After she'd been carried away from the man who had spoken about her virginity, she'd been allowed a brief break from her blindfold. However, the two men and two women had handled her coldly and moved her from place to place before she could even think about what had just happened. <br><br>She'd been taken through a place that looked like some sort of middle eastern harem, and had seen girls nude and submissive. It was so shocking that she had fought quite a bit, but the men and women were quick and efficient. She didn't mind being bathed, but she'd never seen devices like what they used on her body hair. Now she had none, and she felt naked and exposed. At least she was able to wear a thin chemise...although that helped very little. <br><br>She was clean, shaved, lotioned and perfumed, and she felt like some sort of pampered poodle. Soon they took her struggling form up to a bedroom and reapplied the blindfold before tying her up and leaving her alone. Of course, it wasn't but mere seconds later that she began pounding and screaming, trying to escape. She was sure her voice could be heard quite far away...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:35:02</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Harry Flashman - Arriving at Forest Keep Manor</strong><br><br>Harry was in a particularly good mood as he rode the final few miles to Forest Keep Manor. With his regiment replenishing and it's numbers being brought back up to strength following it's return from active duty, there was little to keep a man of Flashman's temperment in the dreary garrison town. The beastly business of paperwork, needed to oil the burocratic cogs of Britain's Imperial might could as far as Flashman was concerned be safely left in the hands of lesser men than he. Milking his status as a seasoned campaigner, decorated with her majesty's highest honour no less, he had arranged a two week furlough. He had happily written his acceptance of Lord Ambrose's kind offer to spend the festive season at his maorial home. For the briefest of moments the unfamiliar emotion of guilt had gnawed at poor Flashy, Elspeth his loving and devoted wife had already borne his absence these last three years whilst he was on active service. However several brandies and the thought of being reacquainted with Elspeth's morally self rightous father and his clan of dour, humourless scots protestants had dispelled the unwanted feeling quite rapidly.<br><br>Flashman urged his borrowed charger into a canter, the saddlebags holding his modest wardrobe bouncing on his stallion's flanks as he neared the gated drive leading to the manor. He drew to a halt beside the gatehouse and posed with his hand upon his hip, looking dignified and militaristic as he announced himself to the estate's gatekeeper. His entry was quickly permitted and he continued to canter in dashing style up the long drive to the main building. The horse was barely out of breath, the majority of the journey Flashman had ridden in a leisurely fashion, only breaking into a more impressive pace once in sight of the house and on the off chance that he might be espied from a high window.<br><br>Reining in his horse near the entrance to the stables he unfastened his saddlebags and slung them across his shoulder. With his hand resting on the hilt of his sword he surveyed the impressive manor as if contemplating how exactly he would storm it's formidable walls. If truth be told if such a mission had been entrusted to him, then his favoured method would be to pound such a bastion with artillery until he was absolutely certain all resistance was quashed before he ever ventured within rifle range of it's walls. On those rare occasions when he was forced into reluctant action out of fear of his real nature being exposed he was careful to surround himself with more expendable bodies and lead from the centre. Leading from the rear was the mistake of inexperianced cowards, the enemy could always attack a troop from behind and Flashman had vast experiance of saving his own skin under hazardous circumstances.<br><br>Flashy flicked a few specks of dirt from his lancer's uniform, before turning his attention to the stable.<br><br>"I say, is there a groom to be had?" He called out. "A guest of your masters has need of your service, hop lively and tend to my horse and there's a shilling awaiting for your trouble." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:41:32</strong>
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				Upon hearing the call of the good captain Henry approached and bowed "ah sir flashman it is an honor to see you again" he stated in a polite tone. "Shall I take your horse sir? would you like it to be re-shod, and perhaps given a bath and once over with the brush? shall i brush it's teeth? should i re-saddle it? and more importantly shall i call an aid to assist you with getting those bags to the manner?" Henry fired these questions off rapidly as his job did require he find out what it is the guests wish to have done to their animals while in his care. He wouldn't see a guest of Lord Ambrose's dissatisfied with his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 23:49:50</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - FROM DRAWING ROOM TO OWL SUITE<br><br>I left Her Ladyship, Master Alistair and the Countess to talk and made my way through the gallery towards the stairs. Back in the servants dining room I was sitting and checking through some paperwork some forty minutes later when I heard a noise. It sounded like screaming. I rose and went to the main hallway. It was coming from upstairs.<br><br><em>Really! We do not have fishwives at Forest Keep!</em> I mounted the stairs and found the noise was coming from even higher - Master Alistair's owl room.<br><br><em>Whoever is up there? Someone clearly bored with living.</em><br><br>Grasping my skirts in my hands I mounted the stairs briskly until I reached the rooms. Outside the bedroom door I listened. A girl was screaming for help and to be saved. I waited to see if I could hear His Lordships voice but there was no sound, just a woman yelling blue blazes for help. It could be one of His Lordships games but didn't sound like it.<br><br>I grasped the door knob and pushed, entering the room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82992.msg3659758#msg3659758).
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:06:19</strong>
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				Flashman gave the groom a smile, used to playing the part of a rough and ready officer to his men. Becoming beloved of the rank and file had it's advantages and a little cheerful bonhomie to the enlisted men paid great dividends when in a tight spot.<br><br>"My good man, I wouldn't presume to teach a grandmother to suck eggs nor to lecture a craftsman on his trade." Harry replied. "I shall place my trust entirely in your informed judgement of the care my horse is in need of."<br><br>Flashman passed across the reins and patted the flanks of the horse. It was indeed one of the finest the regiment had to offer. Flashman's care to nurture a goodwill amongst the stablers of the regiment always meant he was supplied with the fittest of the steeds.<br><br>"If you could find someone to carry my saddlebags that would be splendid." He remarked, depositing the bags upon the ground. "And here is a shilling for your trouble."<br><br>With a casual salute to the groom, Flashman made his way around the house to the main entrance and rang the bell for attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:33:49</strong>
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				EMMA BROWN, MAID - ENTRANCE HALL<br><br>(http://www.animenfo.com/image/anime_1690.jpg)<br><br>The entrance hall has small windows that flank the door and it is an easy matter to observe who approaches, indeed the arrangement is thus for the very purpose of not inconveniencing the house's guests with unnecessary delays. No sooner did the bell jangle than George's hand was on the door handles and pulling them open. He bowed and greeted... well! Dearie me! An officer! A hussar, or possibly a dragoon... no, no, not that, too pretty a uniform. He must be a lancer, I feared. And quite dashing.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me, Sir. Welcome to Forest Keep, may I announce to the Master of the house who calls?"</strong> I curtsied rather too far for the officer.<br><br>I had in fact almost pushed George aside in my haste to be the one to greet the cavalryman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:43:23</strong>
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				Out of the corner of his eye he witness Ms hemlock head upstairs, and curiously that was where the noise and banging was coming from.Either an animal had gotten into the house once more.. or someone had a new pet. still his eyes flicked back to miss Victoria and he took her hand lightly in his as his mother walked off, she must of had something important on her mind. <strong>"I am very pleased to here you will be staying that long, and that mother has extended the invitation herself."</strong> he said before his lips so lightly met lady Victoria's hand, his soft lips gently caressing the skin.. a slight flick of his tongue to tease and tantalize before he returned upright and place his other hand over hers.<br><br>A sharp smack from the hallway confirmed one of his ideas<strong>"Ahhh, it seems Ms. hemlock has found a wayward pet and is disciplining her. Shall we go join in the fun?"</strong> he asked her. <em>"or at least enjoy a good show"</em> he thought to himself. he turned and guided her arm into his hooked at the elbows, other arm waving forward to once again invite lady Victoria to witness ms,. hemlock at work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 00:58:25</strong>
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				Henry led the charger over to one of the stalls and teathered it there. "Peter my boy take sir Flashman's bags to the manor if you will" "AYE AYE SIR" yelped a young boy who had recently come under the care of Henry. The boy was his nephew no older than 19. His uncle used him for manual labor mostly but the boy didn't care since that was his only relative. He picked up the bags the captain had previously sat down and made his way to the manor with them. <br><br>At the manor he quickly found George "ah Geroge where is Captain Flashman to be staying?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:00:44</strong>
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				Constance shivered as her darling son Valentine came home, she kissed his cheek and smiled at him, "I must be away to speak to your father, but please come and see me later my darling" she said, emphasising the word come.&nbsp; She did love her boys.&nbsp; She smiled at Victoria, and then headed to find her husband.<br><br>(terrible post, please excuse me)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:03:56</strong>
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				Victoria sighed as Valentine licked her hand. She knew this would be a fine holiday. She head turned as she too heard the noise. "Ah a new pet, poor girl." Victoria gave an evil giggle, she loved the new girls and their spirit, and how some were so easily broken. "Of course Valentine, you know I do love a fun time with you. Let's go find the poor thing. Shall we play kind guest/ bad son? Oh she'll never know who to turn too!" She took his arm and strode next to him, excited to go search out the little tart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:07:55</strong>
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				"Oh bother."&nbsp; The scream did not bother Alistair one bit.&nbsp; He did so love the screaming.&nbsp; It reminded him warm summer afternoons.&nbsp; Cool evenings by the fire... all with a beautiful woman cringing under him.&nbsp; But, alas, he did so hate it when it attracted unwanted attention.<br><br>Her screaming had been like a dinner bell to his family but he was determined that he'd have the first taste, even if he had to beat off his family with a stick.&nbsp; He then listed about a dozen other fun things to do with a stick.<br><br>He joined his brother and Victoria on the stairs, resting a hand on each of their shoulders, "Ah, isn't that wonderful?&nbsp; Such a beautiful voice, you'd never know she had scavies." He lied.&nbsp; "Oh yes, head to toe.&nbsp; Absolutely covered in them.&nbsp; Who would have thought?"&nbsp; I nodded and stroked my beard. <br><br>He ducked around them squeezing them to one side of the large staircase, blocking their way as he walked backwards, "Of course, you know me, the kindhearted Sameritan, always willing to take in a Soul, always in need of a good lay, as any good man of God would."&nbsp; He spoke quickly and gave a bit of a flourish as he reached the top of the stairs and went running down the lavish hallway towards the Owl room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:21:50</strong>
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				Valentine blinked as his brother passed by, such a desperate act to get by them betraying the intentions. Still it was so like his brother, so much so that valentine could not help but laugh after his brother vanished from sight up the stairs. turning to lady Victoria he once again placed his free hand over hers <strong>"Seems My brothers ears are keener then mine, we can let him have his fun.father would be upset if she was damaged permanently anyway so we will have our time with her yet.</strong> he said to her. A smile crossed his face <strong>"I do have some wonderful things i have brought back from my travels in my bags, would you like to come and have a look?"</strong> he asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 01:31:39</strong>
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				Victoria shook her head at Alistairs lies, she could always see right through him. If he wanted the untrained girl, he could have her. Victoria still had Valentine to amuse her. They were quite a pair like two naughty children. "Of course precious Valentine, please do show me what you have brought back. I would love to spend some time looking over your new things. She clung close to him, kissing his cheek, Victoria could not wait to be alone with precious Valentine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:10:41</strong>
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				That name for him was exceedingly cute, And for a woman 4 years his elder she was built like someone his own age. Course age was not always a deciding factor, after all he still lusted after his mother Quite a bit, she was his first and he would never forget that. He turned her back down the stairs and led him to his room, the red room. Quite fitting considering his name and all, at least it stuck him as so. <strong>"Well then, lets go see what mysteries i have that can tickle your fancy."</strong> he said, a strange choice of words indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:42:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3657321#msg3657321">Quote from: Haibane on 20-09-2010, 13:39:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Everyone was busy and being short-handed I had asked Mr Pollock if I might have the services of one or two of the broken slaves - those who could be relied on to do some work and not go running off.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(http://i54.tinypic.com/2duczuq.jpg)<br><br>Charity wandered into the parlor and dipped a desultory curtsy to the footman she found there. "Good eve, I was told that Mrs. Hemlock required me?" she asked.<br><br>"Undoubtedly she wishes help with the Christmas preparations," replied the footman, "but she is occupied at present." He snickered, then left her alone in the parlor.<br><br>Charity looked around, and saw a pile of cut holly and mistletoe still to be hung. She hummed to herself as she worked, fixing the bits of holly over the windows and mantels with white and green ribbon. She had read in <em>L'Herbologie</em> that holly was proof against evil spirits and guests with bad intentions, when hung over an entrance. She smiled at the thought - she doubted the holly would change the character of the Manor's guests.<br><br>The mistletoe she hung above doorways, to catch people unawares in a kiss. Again, as if mistletoe were needed to steal a kiss in this place! But it was traditional, and more importantly, it was Mrs. Hemlock's will. She had learned not to displease Mrs. Hemlock at her peril. She rubbed her thighs together, reflecting that while she stood on the ladder anyone could see up the hoop skirt of her green dress. How delicious.<br><br>"Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree," she sang to herself, "lay me down beneath, and fuck me." Being of the lowest possible birth, her vocabulary of dirty words was extensive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:13:05</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK - PASSING THE LIBRARY<br><br>Leaving Master Alistair's rooms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82992.msg3660482#msg3660482) I moved about the house, observing here, advising there, correcting elsewhere. The afternoon wore on and for half an hour I noted the maids were all at their tasks and the household was performing well. I had not seen Mister Pollock, he must be busy organising some heavy duties with some of the footmen. Or he may be sampling a house-strumpet in his office, if he was it was not my concern. We worked well as a team though for some reason had never yet enjoyed congress, our relationship was a good solid working one. Perhaps I might take him to my bed this Christmas, as a present. Or invite myself along with a slave into his. Hm.<br><br>I mused pleasantly over the possible combinations of one male part and six female holes for a while and noted more guests were arriving and being shown their rooms. I passed the hallway, an officer was being shown in by Emma and George. I gently tapped Emma's shoulder,<br><br><strong>"Please give the gentleman the Bamboo Room, Emma. Thank you."</strong> I then withdrew with a polite smile to the officer. You could tell an Indian officer a mile off. The home service fellows were pasty skinned from living in Shoeburyness barracks for years or some such place, while those of our gallant lads who had given their all for service to Her Majesty showed the traces of Indian sun where it had coloured their skin almost permanently. I too bore a similar skin tone, though being a servant and a woman I had remained indoors mostly, or when outside, under a parasol.<br><br>If he was an Indian officer then he might enjoy the Asiatic décor of the bamboo room.<br><br>I moved down the hall and paused before the library doorway. The brunette slave was at work hanging greenery. She was up a ladder fixing mistletoe over the doorway. I watched her trim ankles for a moment and my hand went back to my belly and cupped... squeezing. I needed it. Laying the leather across that new slave had got me quite worked up.<br><br>We never used our old slaves names, in fact we rarely even knew them. His Lordship had named this girl Flo. It may have been short for Florence or it may be that she flowed well, gushing like a stream, a joke was often good enough reason to name a slave.<br><br><strong>"Flo. Busy I see. Good to see you eager to please about the house. Off that ladder. Come here."</strong> My voice wasn't quite neutral, it bore a slight edge, just a slight one. Then again the girls knew my temper, it didn't take much to push me from mild annoyance to "you are about to die horribly you worthless whore!" levels of annoyance. Right now it was the dress. Where had she got a green dress from?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:47:07</strong>
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				(quick stock post, then I will focus on catching up to what everyone's doing later)<br><br>Victor Pollock (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3659716#msg3659716) – Carrying on the Days Rituals<br><br>Victor had his sleeves up, hard at work on his lord’s boots. He was to make sure that they got a shine worthy of his own wear and inspection. He held the boot up to the candlelight and nodded as he saw the faint glow of the light returned to him. He placed the boots back where they belonged and took off the heavy gloves to reveal thick, but well maintained hands. He always believed that his duties were no excuse to take in unnecessary dirt. As he stood in front of the mirror, he’d rolled down his sleeves&nbsp; and adjusted his tie. Satisfied, he’d donned his jacket and went to overlook the rest of the house.<br><br>It was winter, and very close to the holiday. He’d worked especially hard these past few weeks to make every aspect of the manor presentable. He’d worked the staff like dogs, which resulted in a few spats with the Housekeeper, Mrs. Hemlock. <em>’A fiery redhead she is’</em> he thought with a dark chuckle. He’d scheduled the manor to be cleaned and inspected in sections. Three sections for the main living space, one section for the stables and storeroom, and one section for the dungeon. The dungeon he always saved for last. It would be perhaps the most used, and needed extra attention.<br><br>He’d talked to a stable hand to inform them of his expectations for the winter gathering his lord had scheduled. The breath rolled from his mouth in puffs as he spoke, and he held his gloved hands (this time in thin leather) in his pockets. He was patient with the stable hand, as he was not the kind of man to rant and rave about what he wanted. Service to her Majesty has taught him patience, restraint, and the proper application of his frustrations. It is for these reasons that he was brought on to help run his lord’s home in the first place.<br><br>After his inspection of the horses, he walked back inside to get a look at how his busy little bees were faring against their latest fight against ferocious dust bunnies and naughty slave girls.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 03:54:07</strong>
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				Charity turned to the doorway with a smile when she heard the click of Mrs. Hemlock's heels. She quite admired Mrs. Hemlock, who at this point in her training was a familiar face. But when she heard the edge in the lady's voice, she was apprehensive to say the least.<br><br>She hurried down from the ladder so quickly she almost tripped herself, and dipped the lowest of curtseys, her bare bottom almost brushing the polished wood of the floor. "Of course, Mrs. Hemlock. It's a pleasure to be of service." The normally impertinent Charity watched her tongue around the formidable Housekeeper, whom she secretly thought of as "Deadly Hemlock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:06:16</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - LIBRARY<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course, Mrs. Hemlock. It's a pleasure to be of service."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Indeed child, it is. I am pleased to see you are coming along well. Have you fully understood the implications of that phrase though?"</strong> I gave her ample time to consider my question and give her answer. I then moved on.<br><br><strong>"That dress. Where did you get it?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:20:10</strong>
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				Charity looked up at Mrs. Hemlock with wide eyes, looking as innocent and charming as a little kitten.<br><br>"Why, Mrs. Hemlock, a dress came through the rag pile that only needed a little mending. I fixed the hoop skirt, and did the sewing in my spare time." She twirled the skirt a little to show how well the dress became her. "I thought it would be festive to wear for the holidays. Does it not look well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:32:18</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - LIBRARY<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why, Mrs. Hemlock, a dress came through the rag pile that only needed a little mending. I fixed the hoop skirt, and did the sewing in my spare time. I thought it would be festive to wear for the holidays. Does it not look well?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I raised an eyebrow. In fact it not so much raised as zoomed off like a hot-air balloon.<br><br><strong>"Spare time? You have spare time? That won't do. Strip. Naked. NOW!"</strong> I raised my voice with the last word as I saw her hesitate momentarily. My hand drew out the Tongue.<br><br>Slaves with spare time? The concept was alien to my whole existence. With my maids working every hour the Good Lord sent them and going to bed exhausted and here we had bloody slaves with bloody spare bloody time?!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:40:34</strong>
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				"Yes, Mrs. Hemlock," quavered Charity, tears brimming in her eyes. She took off the green dress and stood naked in the parlor. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hemlock, I often finish my day's work early. I didn't think it wrong to spend such time before bed in industry."<br><br>She was clever with words, and while she did not expect to change her treatment at the Housekeeper's hands, she could not help but try to give an excuse. Perhaps if she handled this situation correctly, she might be allowed to keep the dress. She had, after all, spent some time in altering it and mending it, with thread she had painstakingly hoarded from the short ends that fell to the sewing room floor.<br><br>Falling to her knees, she cast her eyes down and murmured, "Please forgive me, Mrs. Hemlock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 04:54:26</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - LIBRARY<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes, Mrs. Hemlock. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hemlock, I often finish my day's work early. I didn't think it wrong to spend such time before bed in industry."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"If you finish early then you clearly do not have enough work to do."</strong><br><br>I stared at the naked girl. She had a pleasing figure, well rounded with full breasts, thick thighs and clear skin. Like all Forest Keep women she was hairless as per my directions. The fruit of her sex was plump and the small slit of her womanhood pleasingly exposed, the crease a darker pink than the pale flesh around it. The neat petals of her opening slightly on show. Quite delicious.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Please forgive me, Mrs. Hemlock."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I took the dress from her and savagely ripped it into two, then tore at the parts until it was ruined. <strong>"No slave in this house will ever have spare time, and if they do then I will see that it is wasted. So that you will not waste your time from now on sewing dresses you will work in this house naked. Not a stitch, and if you are cold you can bloody well work harder!"</strong> I glared down at the kneeling girl, then I lifted my huge skirts gathering them up. I stepped forward and dropped them over her head, enveloping her in Martha-scented darkness. I parted my legs.<br><br><strong>"You can start now. Mouth."</strong> Beneath my dress and the several layers of underskirts I wore white silk hose held up with green ribbon about my upper thighs. Below my boned corset my modesty was protected by a loose pair of white cotton bloomers. These fortunately had a slit allowing quick use of the toilet if needed and so with a little investigation Flo would find the opening necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 05:05:12</strong>
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				<strong>Capt Harry Flashman-From the main entrance to the Bamboo room</strong><br><br>"Excuse me, Sir. Welcome to Forest Keep, may I announce to the Master of the house who calls?" <br><br>The door was opened to Flashy by a small maid, he smiled in amusement as the braid and bright colours of the lancer uniform had it's usual effect. He swept into the hall.<br><br>"Captain Harry Flashman, I am expected by Lord Ambrose." He announced. "Here at his invitation to spend this festive season."<br><br>"Please give the gentleman the Bamboo Room, Emma. Thank you."&nbsp; A fine looking redhead with a regal bearing instructed the maid.<br><br>Flashy curtly nodded his thanks to the woman, a housekeeper perhaps? Certainly looking formidable and stern enough for that post, though a fine figure of a woman for all that. Her deep tan suggested a travelled individual, months spent in a hot climate produced a bronzed effect that faded only at great length.<br><br>Harry followed the young maid to the said room and expressed his satisfaction with the chamber, falling about the business of restoring himself to pristine glory and removing the traces of his long ride from the garrison town from both his colourful uniform and personal aspect. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 08:00:35</strong>
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				"Flo" as she was called had been well trained in the art of oral pleasure, and also obedience. She wasted no time in following the Housekeeper's orders.<br><br>Spreading the cotton cloth delicately apart with both hands, she leaned forward and licked the Housekeeper's inner petals, stimulating them to their fullest sensitivity with her light lapping. The tip of her tongue flicked back and forth skillfully over the "rosebud", then returned to tracing along the Housekeeper's labia. When she was satisfied that these soft lips were as swollen with pleasure as they could get, she started to service the red-haired pussy in earnest, licking harder and faster.<br><br>She pressed her face enthusiastically against the Housekeeper's flower of womanhood, which was now sweet with nectar. Her nose nudged the woman in her sensitive spot while she continued to devour her pussy, going deep now into it with her tongue, sucking on the swollen lips, tonguing it firmly.<br><br>A faint sound betrayed that the Housekeeper was feeling pleasure, and Charity felt her own womanly parts grow moist in response. She moaned lustily against Mrs. Hemlock's pussy, letting the woman feel it. She did so love to be of use... especially to such an impressive lady. To the slaves below stairs, Mrs. Hemlock was like a god, the cruel mistress of their fates. Charity rocked forward on her knees and continued her heartfelt communion, devouring the pussy of her goddess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 08:21:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">Cyril Menate (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3661924#msg3661924)</div><br>Already focused into his work, music could be heard throughout the room as well as the nearby rooms as Cyril played the piano (http://www.antiquepianoshop.com/images/products/main/-tmp-jpg6jbgnc.jpg) eloquently. He had arrived the past evening getting himself an early start on the festivities that would soon be at hand. Unaware of the new arrivals entering the lovely home he continued his work taking brief pauses to jot down notes and make changes to his current piece. He was hoping to have the piece prepared for everyone to hear come Christmas Eve and he intended to stick to it. Resuming his dance across the piano's keys as the strings sent out soothing vibrations he slowly closed his eyes letting himself be immersed in its sounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 13:28:01</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - ENJOYING SOME SLAVE CUNNILINGUS IN THE LIBRARY<br><br>When her soft mouth kissed my hairless woman place I sighed. The girl kissed gently, then began to lap at me like a little kitten at milk. I pushed forward and was unable to resist lowering a hand to cup the back of her head hidden under the heavy folds of my workskirt. Applying pressure I eased her face more firmly against me so that she must breath and taste only my body.<br><br>I let out a happy sigh as she got properly down to work, her dainty tongue sliding up to swirl about my tender nubbin from time to time. My little man in the boat did enjoy a storm now and again and as the waves of Flo's tongue lashed at the sides of his frail craft, his small round head would rise over the gunwales to watch the roaring seas with interest.<br><br><strong>"Nnn, yes... good... good girl. There. That's.... yes..."</strong> I wasn't afraid to offer encouragement with words of advice or small moans of pleasure, how else would a slave know when she was doing it right.<br><br>My free hand lifted to cup my ample bosom and I squashed it against my chest. My teat was well protected behind the firm frame of my corset so I could not excite it directly but by rhythmically pushing at my own chest I increased my excitement.<br><br>Soon it was all starting to come undone, things began to unravel and no longer matter, soon... it was... the world narrowed down to just the burning heat of my sex and the eager thrusting and licking of that pretty little tongue. I crushed her head to my softness forcing her to suck in air through my very flesh. My hand left my chest and went out to press on the wall behind me beside the doorway and having that leverage I put my head back and my hips forward, thrusting without care at the point of pleasure.<br><br><strong>"Yes, Flo! Yes! There! Oh yes... I'm... Oh, Lord, Lord in His Mercy. OOOHHH!"</strong> It happened, it had not taken long and with a small cry I spent, the rush of pleasure taking me to that lovely darkbright whirling place that narrowed to a sparkling pinpoint of existence. I peaked hard. It had been a long busy morning and a late night last night too. I had had no opportunity to take a slave to my bed this last two days during the hard work of the season's preparations and of an evening I had been too tired to pleasure myself. Three or four days of pent up sexual need burst out of me as I clutched Flo's face against my belly and let out a wail of intense satisfaction.<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>Breathing hard, my bosom rising and falling with rapid sighing gasps, I pushed off from the wall and tucked a few stray hairs back behind my ear. I left my skirts down for a moment, holding the girl's head against me and enjoyed the afterglow as she gently did a clean-up session, licking away my spend and getting me completely clean as was my preference.<br><br>Finally I lifted my skirts.<br><br><strong>"Out from under there, child,"</strong> I said, my tone now more relaxed. <strong>"Good girl. If you find yourself with any spare time in future, come to my office, you can spend it under my desk. You will find time spent licking my cunny far more profitable than stitching together old rag tag dresses."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 14:08:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3662034#msg3662034">Quote from: Teridas on 21-09-2010, 08:21:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center">Cyril Menate (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3661924#msg3661924)</div><br>Already focused into his work, music could be heard throughout the room as well as the nearby rooms as Cyril played the piano (http://www.antiquepianoshop.com/images/products/main/-tmp-jpg6jbgnc.jpg) eloquently. He had arrived the past evening getting himself an early start on the festivities that would soon be at hand. Unaware of the new arrivals entering the lovely home he continued his work taking brief pauses to jot down notes and make changes to his current piece. He was hoping to have the piece prepared for everyone to hear come Christmas Eve and he intended to stick to it. Resuming his dance across the piano's keys as the strings sent out soothing vibrations he slowly closed his eyes letting himself be immersed in its sounds.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Young Evie could hear the notes from the piano and stood, leaving the bucket and scrubbing brush in the middle of the floor she was scrubbing.&nbsp; She dried her hands on her apron and followed the sound.&nbsp; Standing in the door way to the drawing room Evie grinned as she watched the handosme Mister Cyril playing the piano.&nbsp; He had such amazing fingers, he was a very good pianist, and he wrote some wonderful things.&nbsp; She hoovered by the doorway, and then took a step, entering the room.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why Mr Cyril, I had no idea you were with us already" she exclaimed, moving to the side of the piano.&nbsp; "New piece?&nbsp; I havent heard it before" she said, her eyes watching his fingers and knowing she could get in trouble for disturbing him, but Evie didn't think in that way, to her she heard the musci and saw the handsome man playing....not to mention the unatented bucket of water in the middle of the entrance hall...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 15:32:18</strong>
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				Alistair came down the stairs dragging the Red Headed girl behind him as if she were a piece of luggage.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was completely dressed but she wore the torn remnants of a white muslin dress.<br><br>"Ah!&nbsp; Evie, there you are.&nbsp; Listen I need you to do me a favor?&nbsp; I need you to bring up a two spreader bars to the Owl Room.&nbsp; About...."&nbsp; &nbsp;He yanked the Redhead in front of him and put her arms in the air, pointing her hands like a puppet, "Yay big?&nbsp; &nbsp;That's a good girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 15:45:02</strong>
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				Evie turned when she heard Mr. Alistair and grinned at his new toy.&nbsp; "oh a new one Mr Alistair?&nbsp; Is she being a bad girl?" Evie said and bodded a curtsey, "I will do for you immediately" she said to him.&nbsp; Evie liked playing with Mr Alistair, she still screamed when he did such rotten things to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked to the store and sought what he wanted, two pieces of broom handle with a pair of leather cuffs on each end.&nbsp; She also removed her knickers.&nbsp; She knew depending on his mood he would expect one or the other.&nbsp; She hoped he might want her to be wearing them, then he might use her whilst the new toy watched.&nbsp; She grinned, she did so enjoy being bad.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 16:34:06</strong>
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				EMMA BROWN, MAID - BAMBOO BEDROOM<br><br>(http://www.animenfo.com/image/anime_1690.jpg)<br><br>After I had seen the dashing cavalry officer to his room and George had brought in his saddlebags I waited until the footman had departed.<br><br><strong>"I apologise, sir, that His Lordship and Her Ladyship are unable to greet you. They are out riding. They went out shortly before you arrived. Dinner is at eight and drinks served in the library at seven. Formal dress if you please, sir. If you wish some refreshment now after your journey I can bring something up, sir."</strong><br><br><strong>"Should you wish to, you are free to wander the house. I believe Mr. Menate is in the drawing room and the billiards room is free. As for His Lordships sons I believe they are entertaining some lady guests."</strong><br><br><strong>"There are of course, also the girls in the harem. Should you wish one to serve you I can have one sent up."</strong><br><br>The gentleman was evidently not in need of any immediate refreshment and leaving him to his devices - perhaps a nap after his journey? - I withdrew (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3667703#msg3667703).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 17:53:03</strong>
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				Cyril let out a small smirk as the maid came in and was entranced by his music. He politely answered her question feeling he needed a quick moment to converse, "Yes, my dear it is indeed a work in progress I wish to have this piece prepared come the Eve of Christmas for all to enjoy. Perhaps you shall hear it as well."<br><br>As he spoke in a seductive tone, Alistair came barging into the room with his new plaything. "Ah, Alistair the latest catch? She seems to be quite the lively one. Do take care not to break her completely I'm sure she will still be of some use once you finish." he spoke in a joyful manner bidding welcome to the man. He spun around in his seat in front of the piano placing his foot upon his knee as he conversed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 18:49:56</strong>
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				Christine was fighting Alistair the whole way down, and when he spoke to a girl, she was at least glad that she wasn't blindfolded anymore. The girl went off to do what was asked, and then she noticed the music. It was beautiful. It relaxed her briefly, but then the handsome man at the piano spoke. Growling, the fiery redhead snapped at him. <br><br>"I will not be 'of use' to anyone! And do not speak as if I cannot hear you!"<br><br>She looked proud again, even as her ample breasts and pink nipples peaked from the torn garment she wore. She then spoke to Alistair. <br><br>"And what are spreader bars?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 18:53:37</strong>
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				Evie returned with the said items held in her hands.&nbsp; She smirked as she heard the girl's question.&nbsp; She would soon learn she was sure.&nbsp; Evie smiled at the two men, she knelt and held the items up for Mr. Alistair to take.&nbsp; She remained on her knees, she had once been like the red head, well she was red herself, not as bright as the creature Alistair was holding, but she was still red.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 21:19:34</strong>
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				Cyril simply smiled as the redhead snapped at him. He stood up slowly and began to approach still smirking, "She is quite the fighter is she not?" he rose his hand placing it upon her chin holding it firmly, "Careful what you wish for my dear if you are of no use then you'll simply be...disposed of." He let out a small chuckle as he spoke. <br><br>Seeing Evie return with the items made Cyril slightly arroused, "I do believe that is the answer you are looking for child" he spoke as he pointed to the objects, "Let your curious mind think as to how they are used." he looked at her with his eyes glaring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 22:43:03</strong>
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				Christine saw him approach her and she tensed, trying to pull her head away from his grip. He was so condescending that she wanted to smack him. Self-righteous little jerks...all of them!<br><br>"Don't touch me!"<br><br>She looked at the tools, and her heart raced. <br><br>"I...I don't know what they do. They just look like sticks. They...spread my...arms?"<br><br>She hoped it was just her arms, but she knew better. The girl seemed like a slave too...this was hell.&nbsp; He was handsome...but so far, all of the men had been. And the women had all been beautiful...but that didn't make this any better. It was slavery, and Christine wanted no part in their sinister and inhumane lives. Alistair still held her by her hair, but she glared at Cyril, wishing that he'd just sit down and play some more. At least the music was beautiful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:33:24</strong>
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				Cyril laughed once more at her reaction and question, "Just relax dear you'll know soon enough. Just try not to hurt yourself too much wouldn't want to waste such a lovely face. Perhaps if I play you a tune you'll calm down, no need to be completely hysterical." he spoke smiling at all three as he backed away slowly before turning towards the piano once more. A short moment to get himself situated and a small poping of his fingers later he began to play upon the instrument. Once more watching as his fingers galloped across the keys each stroke a gentle yet powerful note. He looked back at the others as his fingers continued to stroll looking for a reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:37:53</strong>
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				She sighed in relief when he walked away, although she didn't like it when they laughed at her. It was like some awful nightmare where she was naked in Piccadilly Circus and everyone was laughing at her...except it was real. Blushing as she pulled her scraps tighter around her body, she watched as he went over to the keys, and it did indeed calm her down.<br><br>Music always had a calming effect on her. Beautiful music, at least, and this was no different. Her heart rate evened out a bit, and she stopped breathing like a mad woman. Tension drained slightly, and although Alistair still held her hair, she actually relaxed against him...watching Cyril play and imagining she was somewhere else...anywhere else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:42:05</strong>
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				Evie remained kneeling, she didnt speak but she watched what was going on around her.&nbsp; The girl had a long, painful road ahead of her, she reminded her of herself.&nbsp; She didnt say anything, she knew if they wanted her to speak she would be asked too.&nbsp; When Mr. Cyril returned to playing she let the music wash over her and smiled, music was always calming in the house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 00:54:49</strong>
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				Cyril smiled as the two became entranced by his sounds and began to pay with more feeling nothing to intense but showing indeed that music was his passion. He spoke once more as he continued playing as if the music was backing up his words, "Music is relaxing is it not?" he spoke as he watched Christine lose the ferocity is her eyes even if for a moment and then seeing Evie become lost within the tune. "Ms. Evie you are enjoying your stay here yes? This place isn't nearly as barbaric as the outside world so do try to enjoy yourself, slave or not."<br><br>He motioned towards Evie beckoning her to sit beside him as he played his tune.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:03:46</strong>
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				Alistair took the spreader bars and examined them.&nbsp; "Just perfect.&nbsp; Good work, Evie.&nbsp; If there's one thing I like it's a slave who knows her way around long black poles."&nbsp; &nbsp;He stopped and thought a moment. "Oh, I see, that was innuendo."&nbsp; He laughed at his own joke. <br><br>"Evile, would you mind lending me a hand?&nbsp; I want to see her waddle up the stairs."&nbsp; He began cuffing her to one end of the bar and waited for Evie to finish with the other side.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bar ran along her arms and across her shoulders, stretching both of her arms out.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's a&nbsp; good girl.&nbsp; Stand proud, you've got a marvelous body.&nbsp; No reason the world shouldn't enjoy it."&nbsp; he tapped her cheek and roughly spun her around.&nbsp; He yanked down the muslin cruelly to her hips.<br><br>"There!&nbsp; Gorgeous.&nbsp; Don't you think, Cyril?&nbsp; She's a virgin, too."&nbsp; he slapped her ass, "Up the stairs, little girl"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:04:22</strong>
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				<br>Victor Pollock (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3659716#msg3659716) – Carrying on the Days Rituals.<br><br>Victor was busy in the kitchen, a spot of teas in one hand and a ledger book in the other. He’d made sure that the shipment of hay was paid for, wages tallied, feed ordered on its usual credit, and the final butcher’s bill for the&nbsp; Christmas party properly settled already, and there was still so much to do. He was glad to have done his lord’s shoes earlier in the morning, or he wouldn’t have got to them at all. Even more glad to have completed the house in time for such early guests! <br><br>“They get the smell of holiday taint, and it makes them right anxious” he muttered before he took a slow sip of his tea. It had cooled down some, which bothered him, but he finished it anyway. Waste not, and whatnot. “And can somebody please tell me where we are with the dungeon!” he screamed out at nobody in particular. Needless to say he was feeling a bit under the gun, as it were. His lord could be a right fair man when it suited him, but this was the bloody Christmas party they were talking about, not some family brunch for shits and giggles. They could stand to make a good amount of coin for advanced orders of the ladies offered during the festivities, and he would make sure a proper price was paid.<br><br>He’d noted the movements of the maids out of the corner of his eye. None were lazing about, but he had a mind to oversee a few things anyway. With a few final notes in the ledger, he wrapped it up and took a moment to collect himself. Besides, he knew if he came in too hard and fast, the good Mrs. Hemlock would attempt to see to his castration, rank hath its privileges, but did not protect him in this house if he was in the wrong. He took a moment to conjure up a fascinating thought over using her own tongue against her…that would be a fine show indeed!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:11:45</strong>
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				Evie was about to answer Mr. Cyril when Alistair spoke again.&nbsp; She wanted to sigh and roll her eyes, but she held that, she knew she had to behave for the moment.&nbsp; She helped to shackle the girl in the bar, she watched her and then Alistair, she just wnated to sit and enjoy the music.&nbsp; he would soon take her back to his room.&nbsp; <br><br>"She will soon learn her place Mr Alistair." She said, <em>and then you will grow bored with her, like you have me.</em> There was a slight feeling of jealousy in her, she was not seen as that way any more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:27:28</strong>
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				"A virgin? Marvelous! Quite the amazing catch, you have my envy" he spoke in response to Alistar as he spanked the young virgin. "Perhaps you will allow me to indulge myself with her at later time?" he spoke in question although his eyes were still upon Evie. <br><br>He motioned to the new slave, "Do try to enjoy yourself consider it an honor to taken by him. He is after all, son of his Lordship."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:44:19</strong>
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				<strong>"He is not the only one."</strong> came Valentines voice from the hallway moments before he entered the drawing room. A smile on his face as he had not seen his good friend in a long while.On his way to him he placed his hand on Evies shoulder and gave her a smile <strong>'Wonderful to see you too Evie.."</strong> he leaned in close to give her a small peck on the cheek and whisper something into her ear ".. I happen to have a new paddle.. perhaps we can try it out later." he said to her.<br><br>his attention then turned back to cyril and he patted the man on the back.<strong>"Good to see you again Cyril, its been far to long."</strong> he was wonderfully bemused by the state Alistair's new toy was in. He had a wicked idea and just could not refuse the temptation.<strong>"brother, is that your new toy. My , my.. what a remarkable recover she has made.. just moments earlier you said she had scavies from head to toe.. you do work such wonders."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 01:49:20</strong>
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				Christine struggled as the maid and Alistair put the bars on her arms and legs. It was humiliating, and she knew her sex...pink and recently shaven...was on display. As were her breasts as soon as Alistair ripped her pathetic chemise to her waist. She blushed clear down to her nipples, and the already pink nubs tightened in shame. She was breathing hard again, and she yelped as the heir delivered a smack to her ass. <br><br>As if it couldn't get worse, another man came in, and her humiliation increased.<br><br>"Oh God in heaven...I must have died and gone to hell."<br><br>Sighing, she wanted to talk back, but then she heard the dark haired man's words.<br><br>"Scavies? Scavies? I have never had scavies in my life."<br><br>Still, it seemed pointless to act haughty when Alistair wanted her to walk up the stairs with the bar across her feet. She tried to move experimentally and almost fell over before righting herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:00:07</strong>
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				"Ah my dear friend Valentine!" Cyril spoke as he welcomed Valentine returning the pat on the back. "How were your travels abroad? I'm sure you have many stories to share. Perhaps we can catch up later?"<br><br>As Valentine joked about Christine having scavies he couldn't help but indulge himself as well, "A virgin and with scavies? Remarkable do tell how you remedied her so quickly."<br>He gave a slight nudge of the elbow to Valentine as he snickered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:04:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evie was aware of everyone in the room, including the arrival of Mr. Valentine.&nbsp; When he whispered about the paddle she groaned softly, her body instantly aflame and her woman's secret area growing wet.&nbsp; She smiled at him, "thank you Mr. Valentine" she replied.&nbsp; She cralwed across to Mr Cyril, kneeling beside him, watching the new girl and enjoying the way the brothers treated her.&nbsp; So innocent, so much to learn.<br><br>The first weeks she was here she hated it.&nbsp; Mr Valentine had been the one to take her virginity, but they often took her together, sharing her body between them, she loved being with the brothers, they had many perverted ways, and that excited her.&nbsp; She was glad to see Mr. Valentine return, and with Mr Cyril here, the festivities were going to exciting for sure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:13:47</strong>
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				He grabbed the bar possessively and growled at her.&nbsp; "Quiet, you..."&nbsp; &nbsp;He clicked his heels together, "Yes, you'd be surprised how much a good bath and a taste of a nobleman's cock can do for Scavies.&nbsp; She's already head her oral treatment and now I'm going to finish with her treatment.&nbsp; Perhaps a rectal treatment is even in order... just to make sure it doesn't recur."<br><br>He flicked at her back as he shooed her up the stairs awkwardly.&nbsp; "Evie, do be a dear and come get us when dinner comes round?"&nbsp; He briefly flashed back and to a time when Evie had been his favorite toy and he gave her a wolfish grin, "There's a good dear."&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing how slow Christine was going, he flicked her harder, "Mush girl.&nbsp; Mush!&nbsp; &nbsp;You have fun with your boytoy, Valentine.&nbsp; Catch up."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:21:56</strong>
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				Alistair didn't seem to like the other men talking about her, which comforted her to a certain degree, although she didn't want Alistair either.<br><br>"Rectal? Think again!"<br><br>She turned to him as he flicked her.<br><br>"I am not a dog!"<br><br>However, in order to escape his lash, she tried to wobble up the stairs, falling a few times...but always picking herself up to avoid as much touch with the blond heir as possible. It seemed to take forever to reach his bedroom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82992.0), and she was out of breath and sore from the awkward positioning of her muscles. They did reach it eventually though, and as the man shoved her inside, she fell to the ground...face down and groaned.<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">((God-Moding done with permission by EvilNerf))</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:27:05</strong>
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				When they were gone Evie burst out laughing, "please excuse me Sirs, but I feel she has a lot to learn and Mr Alistair will enjoy those lessons" She said to both Mr Valentine and Mr Cyril.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:33:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3662380#msg3662380">Quote from: Haibane on 21-09-2010, 13:28:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Out from under there, child,"</strong> I said, my tone now more relaxed. <strong>"Good girl. If you find yourself with any spare time in future, come to my office, you can spend it under my desk. You will find time spent licking my cunny far more profitable than stitching together old rag tag dresses."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Charity licked her lips, then wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand. She emerged from under Mrs. Hemlock's skirts, her face pleasantly flushed from the enjoyable exercise. Being on her knees, bringing such pleasure to another with her mouth, made her feel... powerful. She didn't understand it herself, but there it was.<br><br>"I will surely do so," Charity said demurely, to the Housekeeper's instruction. "Now that you have given me invitation, I will come into your office if I am idle... to do some cleaning in your most treasured area." She smiled, letting the Housekeeper see how much she had enjoyed bringing her pleasure.<br><br>In a way, Charity did have some control; her tongue recommended her in more ways than one. She could often turn situations to her advantage. Why, take the green dress, for instance - she had worn it so that someone might notice and indulge her in the sexual play she craved. And in a way, that was just what had happened. She best liked wearing pretty clothes or underthings, but naked was also pleasant.<br><br>She cast a quick eye around the parlor. "I am done hanging the greenery. Shall I see if the grooms need help in the stables?" Some of her favorite moments were those spent brushing the horses and combing their manes, in meditative rhythm. ...And maybe she could sneak into the kennels on her way back and find a willing cock to swallow into her dripping cunny.<br><br>Then she thought of something else, and asked hesitantly, "Oh - and might I be permitted to wear clothing when outside, or shoes at the very least? The snow is quite thick on the grounds." She waited anxiously on the answer - it depended on how angry Mrs. Hemlock still was about the dress.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:39:22</strong>
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				he laughed, the cutting remarks his brother had were always joyful occasions, They always did seem to have a love hate relationship, but it worked for them. He still fondly remembered the time Alistair first showed him how to use a blade.. granted it was on his arm but the cut healed up nicely without scaring.<strong>"have Fun Alistair"</strong> he called back after his brothers remark.<br><br>A light smile still on his face he turned back to Cyril <strong>"back to our conversation.. My travels were very informative and I have quite a few sto...."</strong> he was cut short by the sudden outburst of Evie's laughter. Eyes turning to her he smiled <strong>'Cyril, perhaps its time I fetched my new paddle, perhaps you new piece could use some percussion"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 02:57:11</strong>
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				Cyril's eyes lit up from his response, <strong>"Hmm I do believe so my friend."</strong> he spoke menacingly looking at Evie once more.<br><br><strong>"Evie I do hope you have nothing else planned it seems we have no drums so I do believe your ass will make a fine replacement no?"</strong> he spoke to her with a lustful gleam in his eye as he stood her up and gave her a nice firm grab on her ass. <br><br><strong>"Yes this should do nicely."</strong> he spoke as he gave her a quick spank, <strong>"Wouldn't you agree?"</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:10:46</strong>
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				Evie gasped, biting her tongue as she realsied she had inadvertantly put her foot in it.&nbsp; She was now about to be spanked and that sent a wave through her.<br><br>"Oh I beg your pardon Sirs, I did not mean to speak of place" she apologised, but still feeling her sex swell and grow wet.&nbsp; She looked at the pair, they looked so charming, like such gentlemen, yet she knew better..&nbsp; She knew a lot better.&nbsp; The grab on her bum made her gasp and she looked at Mr Cyril, "why Sir, my poor bum is to be abused enough without you mauling it." She just couldnt shut up it seemed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:36:49</strong>
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				<strong>"Oh ho!"</strong> Cyril chuckled at her response, <strong>"Seems someone is a bit sassy today I'm sure we can fix that trouble right quick."</strong> <br><br><strong>"Mauling it am I?"</strong> he spoke once more, <strong>"You make it seem as if I am barbaric. just admit to it that would enjoy being a part of my work.</strong> he slapped her ass once more as the words came from his lips listening closely to the sound as their flesh smacked against one another. <strong>"Very nice you are blessed with quite the figure my dear let's not let it go to waste."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:38:02</strong>
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				Valentine laughed <strong>"And the little cherub speaks again, and with such an impertinent tone."</strong> he said, he looked over her , watching for the realization of what just happened. <strong>"Cyril, please be so kind as to keep her here while I fetch my Paddle."</strong> he said, a short nod was given before he turned on his heal and made his way back to his room.<br><br>A short time had passed before the sound of his footsteps was once again heard coming from the hall ways.Valentine emerged with &nbsp;the paddle &nbsp;(http://www.thewilbournegroup.com/Specialties/Bamboo.jpg) in hand. <strong>"I hope you like it, I picked it up just outside of China."</strong>he said, holding it up to let the others examine it. taking Evie's hand he pulled her up and her body held against his ... he placed the paddle against her ass, letting her get to know the monster that was about to assault her.<strong>"Cyril, What time signature is this piece in? I want to make sure I stay on beat." he said </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:39:57</strong>
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				Eventually the Lord of the Household would return carrying his wife bridal style into the house via the side entrance from the stables. His wife was dressed in long fur boots, no skirt or undergarments covering her lower body and a lovely winter coat covering her upper body. God knows what the man did out there with her but from how Contstance seemed to just physically glow, one could only imagine what that inventive mind of his tested upon her. Supposedly the experiment was a huge success. He was heading upstairs towards the Brown Bedroom with his wife though it was quite possible he had to run into a few people before that point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 03:44:25</strong>
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				Evie was feeling decided sassy, it was true.&nbsp; She had always had a sassy side, and she knew they had tired to quash it, but they enjoyed it.&nbsp; She felt the next slap and knew the two men would enjoy her this day.&nbsp; And she would enjoy them.<br><br>"I am looking forward to being part of your work Mr. Cyril, I do indeed have a good figure for it, full of shape and rounded" she giggled, under the dress she was quite naked.<br><br>She was quite breathless when she cauht sight of the Lord carrying Lady through and upstairs, she could only imagine where they had been.&nbsp; But her attention was back on Mr Valentine and the paddle he was holding to her rear.&nbsp; She knew this would sting, but she also knew she would enjoy it immensely.<br><br>"Sirs, you are beasts the pair of you, this poor maid was only offering up her wisdom." She gushed, still saying thinsg she ought not too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:03:03</strong>
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				<strong>"And the mouth yet again!"</strong> Cyril smiled enjoying her sassy tone but making sure she gets her just punishment. <strong>"I was think 3/4 time but with her sass I believe we can increase it to 3/8."</strong> he looked at her with sexual intent. <strong>"And you thought I was going to maul you well my dear after this you're going to wish I did."</strong><br><br>Cyril began playing the piano at at slow pace for Valentine to keep pace then after he got the beat would speed up smiling whilst looking at the poor maids reactions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:03:23</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - LIBRARY TO BUTLERS OFFICE<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MrsHemlock.jpg)</div> <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I will surely do so. Now that you have given me invitation, I will come into your office if I am idle... to do some cleaning in your most treasured area."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I slapped her impertinent face, hard, the annoying little thing. <strong>"Silence! You do not need to agree with me. I tell you what to do. You do it. You do not need to tell me what I just told you, you cheeky thing!"</strong><br><br>I waited, hands on hips to see if any more impertinence might come out of that mouth but she changed the subject.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am done hanging the greenery. Shall I see if the grooms need help in the stables?"<br><br>"Oh - and might I be permitted to wear clothing when outside, or shoes at the very least? The snow is quite thick on the grounds."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I frowned at the naughty creature. Grooms needing help? Only to dip their wicks. <strong>"No, you may not. The grooms are employed to work in the stables, they know their job. You should know yours. Your work is in the house my dear. If the greenery in here is finished..."</strong> I stopped and looked about the room. Hm. It would do.<br><br>The girl hadn't been punished yet...<br><br><strong>"...If you are finished here I am certain Mister Pollock will have something for you to do. Come with me. No clothes. No shoes. No outside."</strong> I swatted at her behind with the Tongue to guide her on her way ahead of me. I collected the ruined dress from the floor and threw it in the rubbish bins outside the pantry entrance.<br><br>I passed through the kitchen on the way. I knocked on the butler's office door and entered, finding Mister Pollock working at his accounts. I parked Flo beside him.<br><br><strong>"Ah, there you are,"</strong> I smiled at the butler, friendly but efficient. <strong>"Kneel,"</strong> I said to Flo as though she were a dog. I resumed speaking with the butler.<br><br><strong>"The decorations are complete, everything is in order. I need to change for dinner. I shall arrange the maids to serve drinks in the library at seven. It being a special event, His Lordship will want the maids in their underthings and the maid-slaves and any slaves naked. I have chosen to let the maid-slaves wear their ankle boots and stockings only with their maids caps. Thus the guests may easily identify which are which. I posted a notice to that effect in the maids quarters this morning. We know His Lordship is not so fond of bare boys so I imagine you will keep the footmen in formal uniform. I am going to gather the maids in the library at six thirty and assign tasks. The wine of course is your province, as is the brandy, port and after dinner cigars. And of course the final arrangements of how the food should be served, as usual."</strong><br><br>This being a formal occasion with several guests present, it was the butlers duty to manage it all. When it came to guest and family-facing duties the housekeeper was never involved, my work went on silently behind the scenes to keep the house running, and the slaves happy - or unhappy, perhaps. Mister Pollock was our Master of Ceremonies in all matters such as this. I would just be organising the maids to serve aperitifs and pre-dinner savouries but would help serve, naturally.<br><br><strong>"Also..."</strong> I looked down at Flo beside me, <strong>"I have a naughty slave here. I caught her wearing a dress without permission. She has not been punished yet so if you have something suitable she can do between now and six thirty please feel free. I will need her able to walk and serve drinks, so nothing <em>too</em> rough, if you wouldn't mind."</strong><br><br>I waited for his answers before departing to my chamber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 04:30:34</strong>
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				he had sat down next to Cyril, The maid-slave pulled down over his lap. As the Song began he lightly patted her backside with the bamboo paddle, getting the beat and anticipating the tempo change before he pulled his arm up. However a thought occurred to him <strong>"Actually Cyril, if i recall, tonight there is a large dinner party going on. It may not be best to punish her now.. least she be unable to perform her duties fully during the meal. I think perhaps we should wait.. at least until after the dinner."</strong> he said to him, he smiled devilishly <strong>'Who knows, Perhaps I can talk to my father and arrange this to be a sort of performance for after the meal."</strong> <br><br>He, regrettably, pulled Evie back up off of his lap. "I'm afraid that if we indulge in this now we would be late for the dinner, we both need time to get ready... or at least I do."[/b] he said. Patting his friends shoulder he stood up, giving Evie a peck on the cheek he gave her bottom a solid smack, though not one that would leave a mark, with the paddle<strong>'One as a promise of the punishment to come Evie."</strong> he said before departing to get cleaned and changed in time for dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 12:35:55</strong>
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				Victor Pollock (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3659716#msg3659716) – Carrying on the Days Rituals.<br><br>Victor was in the middle of placing the ledger back in its place when Mrs. Hemlock knocked on his door, with a friend as well. As soon as the woman instructed the slave to kneel, his eyebrows perked up. With a last touch to the ledger, he walked to the both of them and gave Mrs. Hemlock greetings “My don’t you look a sight…almost glowing” He said with a smile, having noticed the woman’s parlor. It would appear that her sexual interlude had produced a few last traces of evidence.<br><br>He listened intently, going through his own mental list with what she informed him of “Yes, the footmen will be in formal attire…I’ll even have to use my better suit.” The alcohol for the even had been already secured and paid for, and one of his contacts through the East India Trading Company had procured a fine assortment of cigars. They were currently in his drawer and would be offered to his lord later today. <br><br>When he was informed of the slave’s transgressions, he took on a look of mock surprise. “A dress…oh that won’t do Mrs. Hemlock. That won’t do at all.” He looked down and smiled “Crawl to me, dear. This day has the taint of complexity and has made me rather tense. I suppose a good brass cleaning and chimney sweep will do me some good.” He pointed to his crotch “Have at it”. As he waited, he looked towards Mrs. Hemlock and smiled “Now, would that be all, or did you have something to add?” <em>'Yourself, perhaps?'</em> he thought with a naughty inner shine.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:13:25</strong>
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				The screaming echo of the Countess signaled her arrival and he sighed deeply placing his wife down onto her feet as he then says <strong>"Looks like I shall be preoccupied further my dear Bride. You may go upstairs and bathe and I shall have someone, perhaps one of the more faithful maids help you wash up and get redressed"</strong> He smiled lightly as he would give a bow to her before he tucks his rod under his arm and politely excuses himself before he began to head to the greeting room figuring he might know why the Countess was here and also why she was so upset. Especially since the servant had warned him of her coming. He had hoped she would see reason but with her temper and her tendency to want everything her way, he doubted she would ever let things go along the way he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 13:57:00</strong>
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				MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - FROM BUTLERS OFFICE TO HERS<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, would that be all, or did you have something to add?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled politely. <strong>"No Mister Pollock, I must to my room and change for dinner, but please take your time, I know gentlemen can prepare themselves in a fraction of the time a lady needs. Perhaps Flo may help you? She has no need to change for certain. I will be in the library at six thirty. Good evening."</strong><br><br>I turned and putting a hand in Flo's hair as she prepared to go to the butler I dragged her head back hard and bent down, planting my mouth on hers. Forcing my tongue in I drew a deep kiss from her, rough and wet and charged with lust. Then I broke away.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps later my dear, if you are not being abused by one of the guests, this evening you might have some spare time?"</strong><br><br>I let her go, roughly pushing her head away and withdrew and using the small private corridor that linked the side of the kitchens with the Butlers rooms to my own and that was used by no-one else, not even being marked on the house's plans, I entered my tiny office and then the small private parlour and bedroom beyond. This room was tucked up against the north wall of the house beside the court gate and it had thick walls to keep the icy winds out. Above me was the brown bedroom with it's linked private accessway to the slaves bedroom and I had a useful means of keeping an eye on the comings and goings in this part of the house. One never knew when Her Ladyship might need me quickly and this device enabled me to appear at her request very rapidly, almost before she knew she needed me herself...<br><br>Tonight though I had no use for the 'periscope'; that tube within the walls of piping and angled mirrors, His Lordship had gone out riding earlier and should he return, what he got up to with his wife in their room was no concern of mine right now. Sometimes it was, but not tonight.<br><br>I disrobed, washed at the bowl, taking very special care to be fresh down below, shaving carefully, then brushed my hair and pinned it back and applied a small amount of perfume and cosmetics. I did go so far to paint my lips a bright red, the colour of a whore's mouth, but striking nonetheless. I then put on my formal dress, all in beautiful black taffeta with a crisp fresh apron, the dull blue woollen day dress being far too plain for an occasion like this. At His Lordships request, unlike my working uniform, this one exposed the shoulders and the upper bust in the manner of a formal ballgown. I adjusted my corsets and looked in the mirror.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MrsHemlock_02.jpg)<br><br>Yes. That will do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 14:43:14</strong>
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				EMMA BROWN, MAID - ON DUTY BACK IN THE HALL<br><br>(http://www.animenfo.com/image/anime_1690.jpg)<br><br>Having taken care of the handsome cavalry officers wishes I withdrew and returned to my post by the main doors. Unfortunately I was a little late as a fine looking lady had just arrived in something of a fluster. There is no excuse for a manor house to not have someone at the door. George should have been there if I was not, and my being busy seeing to a guest should have meant that George would have brought another maid to stand door duty with him.<br><br>Odd.<br><br>I waited quietly against the hallway panelling, on the fringes of the scene between the fine lady and His Lordship in case I was needed. Above me a painting showing the conversion of St Paul on the Road to Damascus was probably not helping this lady's agitated mood if I was quite understanding even a part of what she was saying, though I pretended not to since such concerns were not mine.<br><br>The rich did have some interesting ideas and concerns in their lives though. I never bothered to think on such matters but her words did intrigue me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Victorian Household - Christmas Preparations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 17:39:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Drawing Room with Valentine, Evie</em></div><br>Cyril let out a sigh, <strong>"I suppose you're right my friend, wouldn't want to harm her too much that she cannot work"</strong> he slowly lowered the wooden cover over the keys, <strong>"I myself must indeed prepare for dinner, who knows when a performance will be asked of me."</strong> <br><br>Cyril motioned to Evie, <strong>"Away with you girl back to your duties, you will get your just punishment soon enough."</strong><br><br>He then bid farewell to the maid and his friend and retired to the Yellow Room which the family had graciously allowed him to use to clean himself and ready for the night festivities. Before exiting he heard the rambling of the Duchess to which he chuckled lightly before retiring. <br><br>
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