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Closing the door quietly, Amy tripped upstairs to assist Marie.

CHAPTER 5

All seemed but a dream now to Astrid. Never had her body felt so fulfilled, though her mind continued to rebel. At one moment the two maids had assaulted her lewdly and, at another, they were assisting her to dress with all the meek subservience of servants to which she had become long accustomed.

'You have not yet been put fully to your trials, my dear, but you will not be long in doing so', Julia murmured to her once order had been restored and Astrid found herself clothed and quite pampered by Amy and Marie. Once her hair had been attended to with loving fingers, Astrid surveyed herself fretfully in the mirror, wondering with astonishment why she did not look different. Expecting her visage to look haggard, she found her reflection in the mirror a perfect picture of healthy, young womanhood.

'You will meet now Esmeralda-yes, the very one whose bottom you saw offering itself to pleasure. She is about to depart, I believe, but must truly have the pleasure of your company for a moment. Come, Astrid, accompany me down', said Julia.

'Oh, I cannot! The very thought of facing her-I beg you do not make me!'.

'Tush and nonsense, girl. She knows not that you were witness to her pleasures. She may wish to kiss you, though. She has a fondness for beautiful girls. You will not resist? It would-be unseemly were I or my maids to have to hold you-particularly in front of her nephew-would it not?'.

'Oh!', blurted Astrid. The maids had departed and they were alone. Tears sprang into her lovely eyes at the thought of further such humiliations in front of strangers. That the pair she had seen fucking together were aunt and nephew blazoned itself on her mind. I do not…w… want…', she began weakly, but already her warm hand was taken and she was led without. Unable to deny to herself the strange sense of complicity that was already burgeoning between herself and Julia, she allowed herself to be meekly led down, there to be greeted by Esmeralda, who looked as fresh and well-coiffured again as anyone might ever have seen her.

Formal introductions being effected, Esmeralda placed herself on a chaise longue beside Astrid, who gazed with uncertain tremblings about her, though she did her best to look calm and possessed in front of Anthony. He, being fully dressed once more, sat observing her shyly, much as one might gaze on a young goddess.

'Truly beautiful!', Esmeralda murmured, passing her hand under Astrid's chin and stroking it lovingly. 'I have seen you before, my dear, I am sure. May I kiss you?'.

At that Julia joined them on the seat on the other side of Astrid, who felt the warning nudge of her elbow in her side. Moving from beneath her chin, Esmeralda's fingers caressed her peach-like cheek and, drawing Astrid a little sideways, placed her mouth on her own in so demanding a manner that the girl quivered throughout her frame. Softening her mouth while feeling her hand taken in a firm, warm clasp by Julia, Astrid submitted to the kiss which she had expected to be a brief one. Instead it endured. Slithering snake-like into her mouth, Esmeralda's tongue found her own while the weight of her body trapped Astrid's other arm behind her.

'So nice, so warm, so sweet', Esmeralda husked. Feeling down, she sought Astrid's skirt and commenced working it up fold by fold, causing Astrid to splutter as the lovely curves of her legs were inch by inch revealed to the eyes of both women, as also to Anthony.

'NOOOO!', Astrid moaned, receiving a slap from Julia, who hissed, 'Did I not warn you, Astrid?'.

While Astrid squirmed, Esmeralda's hand sought higher, slipping beneath the rucked-up skirt to taste the milky splendour of the girl's thighs, which the slow uncovering had now revealed. In a moment her fingertips touched the silk drawers that Astrid wore and moved them gently aside, there to savour the plumpness of her mount and the springy hump of curls that crowned her cunt. At that, Astrid jerked more wildly and sought to free her hands, for, as luscious as Esmeralda's ripe mouth was, she was thoroughly shamed at being exposed before such a young man, whom she knew was viewing all.

'Leave her!', snapped Julia of a sudden. 'I will not have my guests scorned so. It seems indeed that she has learned little'.

With a last regretful flurry of her hand, Esmeralda disengaged herself and sat up, leaving a flushed and trembling Astrid to do the same while quickly covering her legs.

'She should be put to him', Esmeralda said, inclining her head towards Anthony.

'No!', shrieked Astrid and covered her eyes, blushing fiercely, and little knowing with what understanding Julia was gazing down upon her.

'To such as he? He is but a whippet!', sneered Julia, casting her most fearsome gaze upon Anthony, who thereupon appeared to shrink. 'He does well enough to lubricate your bottom, my love, but is scarce fit for such a task. Astrid is to be better mounted than that'.

'Oh, how can you speak like this!', Astrid moaned behind her fingers.

'Easily enough, as you one day shall, too', Julia answered crisply. 'Esmeralda is about to depart truly wounded, as she is bound to feel'.

'Not at all, Julia. You have had them even more troublesome than this. She is in a pettish mood, the poor dear. You will soon enough get her out of it, I am sure. Get up, Anthony-UP, sir! Julia, my love, I shall return, with your permission, in a week or two'.

'Perhaps. I fear I indulge you too much, Esmeralda. I shall require more of you than this. 'Tis an amusing thing to keep this young stripling in training-and well he must be-but you have other tasks. Have I not spoken to you of his mama? There now is a quarter to which you must lend your talents, albeit that they are weaker than my own. Domestic interferences must be dispensed with. You will attend to this before I afford you any more pleasures. You know what to do. Have I not schooled you sufficiently?'.

'Yes, Julia', said Esmeralda, though doubtfully. She was one who took as much pleasure in giving as receiving yet she had never attained the masterful heights of Julia, whose power to command seemed illimitable.

'You will see to it. Let the thought grow upon you, Esmeralda. I bid you adieu. Amy will see you out. Come, Astrid!'.

Feeling curiously crestfallen rather than outraged, the girl obeyed, passing behind the departing visitors in the hall to proceed through the morning room and into the grounds. Julia stepped ever a pace in front of Astrid, thereby leading her on as though by some invisible cord.

'Where… where are we going?', Astrid asked hesitantly with a humbleness she had never previously felt.

Passing through the rose garden, Julia did not deign to reply before passing the summerhouse and entering the paddock through a gate.

'I shall say nothing of what is to happen, Astrid', she replied, passing neatly over the rough turf, where after a few minutes they approached a large stable. There Tom, the manservant, was attending to the polishing of saddles, girths, and various straps, seated upon a stool near the open door. Seeing him, Astrid wilted and would have lagged back had not Julia seized her arm and dragged her forward. Seeing this, Tom rose and came towards them, knowing well his duty in such matters. It was never often enough for him that some proud young lady was stabled. In a trice he had taken Astrid by the waist, causing her to shriek with alarm as he hoisted her off her feet and held her dangling as he might have a newborn lamb.

'Is not Alice here?', asked Julia.

'Yes, Ma'am, I be here', came a voice from within the stable. A young woman of some twenty-eight years appeared attired in a rough country dress with a cap askew on her tousled head.

'Good. You will see to this one, then bring her back within. You are happy, Alice?'.

'Oh yes, Ma'am', replied the young woman, who had been wed to Tom but three months. 'He does my bidding and I does his. We gets along well'.