Feature Writer: Margot

Feature Title:  THE MADNESS OF LADY LYDIA 2

Published: 17.05.2017 / Copyright© 2017 by Margot

Story Codes: Coercion, Lesbian, Cross Dressing, Paranormal, Incest, Bestiality, Historical

Synopsis: Lady Lydia is out of control! Having coerced her son to mate with his sister for religious cult reasons the child will raised by Ella, an innocent negro orphan-girl from London’s East End. She is drawn into the seedy world of England’s green and pleasant aristocracy and her arrival at the Manor will have a far reaching effect on Lady Lydia’s Pagan vision!

 

The Madness of Lady Lydia 2

The warm and bright spring had brought the Estate alive with flowers and foliage while Ella became acquainted with being Rupert’s nanny; she was already very fond of the little boy.

She had also, with Rufus’s kindly patience, not only overcome her fear of horses but progressed to riding fairly well around the meadow unaided!

Although Ella was thrilled at being taught to ride by Rufus, Ella remembered well that Lady Lydia was her benefactor.

Lady Lydia was pleased with her as Rupert’s au-pair; whom she was already fond; and Lady Lydia even asked for assistance in her bathroom; massaging her neck and shoulders during her bathing.

Ella’s initial embarrassment dissolved upon seeing Lydia’s beautiful body; with breast Ella envied. Whilst doing the massage Ella need to be naked apart from her panties. After massaging she would towel and talcum-powder Lady Lydia. She felt fine with that.

Lady Lydia said it was a skill that she would develop with practice; that she would have a bright future if she proved a willing pupil. Ella assured her Ladyship that she would be.

Mid-week was generally peaceful at the Lodge and Ella departed early through the scullery across the cobbles for the stables and well- dressed for riding thanks to Amber’s cast-offs.

“Juno’s ready to tack-up miss!” called the stable-boss Jock; who almost lived in the stables.

“Thank you Jock, it’s such a lovely morning!” she replied.

“It is indeed Miss Ella and with the way you’ve turned out in your riding habit you’ll cut a fine dash for the manor across the downs.”

Ella mounted and walked Juno through the yard; the summer sun had already turned the surface of the lake into molten gold, and the distant rolling hills were blue with morning mist. With a light touch of heel Juno responded into a slow trot and Ella’s heart ached with happiness.

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At nine in the evening Ella was very much on duty but little Rupert was finally sleeping peacefully.

Ella now had the time to take a bath and having climbed into its enormity lay back and imagined she was in a Barbados lagoon.

She had learnt through the orphanage that her father had been from Barbados and some English people said Barbados was a Voodoo island which intrigued her but Ella still felt proud of; being from the Caribbean Islands.

Rufus came to mind; she imagined the the smell of his cologne; as her fingers slowly pleasured her snatch … It triggered her fantasy of him; entering the nursery at night while she was in bed.

He would be wearing only swimming trunks; bulging at the crutch! His chest was broad and hairy and he had come to make love to her.

His mouth came onto her lips, waking her.

His palm cupped her mouth to prevent her sudden cry while his hand caressed her naked thighs.

Then his fingers penetrated inside her.

Ella threw her head back and her thighs shuddered as the climax swamped her.

She lay there then, wallowing in her dreams until stepping from the bath to mop herself in the big warm bath towel.

Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror as she towelled her brassy-brown hair, Ella assessed her figure with pride. Her breast were forming beatifully.

She was around 5’ 6” tall with a slender athletic frame and agreed with Rufus that she did had good legs. Her hips had begun to slightly broaden, highlighting her slender waist.

She pulled on her long cosy night-dress, turned out he main lighting and having checked on Rupert one last time, jumped into bed. In less than no time she was slumbering…

Later, in her slumber something stirred her.

She was vaguely conscious of a distinctive smell and something brushing her lips.

Her eyes opened and in the gloom realized a woman was gently kissing her; and the odor was of whisky.

Ella tried to rise but Lady Lydia’s hand cupped her mouth and pinned her down.

“Don’t fret Ella, it’s only me; just checking Rupert was OK.” she’d whispered.

At a loss how to respond Ella nodded her head and the hand came away from her mouth.

Lydia added, “What your feeling now is just a wet dream Ella … you realize that … so don’t struggle; there’s a good girl.”

She softly kissed Ella again as her hand begun caressing between her thighs; her snatch was juicing up!

Ella was about to struggle but a sudden realization gripped her. She’d promised to be a willing pupil! Only a moment past before Ella simply and softly returned Lydia’s kisses; and she made no move to prevent Lydia feeling inside her nightdress and fingering her snatch with a stimulating effect

Lydia’s whiskey flavored tongue began exploring inside Ella’s mouth while her fingers explored areas of Ella’s vagina she never new existed. Ella’s torso writhed in passion under the older woman’s expert manipulation, causing the girl to perspire and moan as she neared climax.

“Mmm, such a juicy little cunt.” Lady Lydia purred, and Ella nodded frantically in agreement.

The intensity of ecstasy reached an unbearable level for Ella.

Lydia’s hand clamped over Ella’s mouth; stifling her cry as she climaxed in Lydia’s embrace; “That’s right my little beauty; you let it all out.” she soothed, “It’s just the first of many.”

A minute or so later Lady Lydia had gone; and Ella slumbered.

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Ella secretly enjoyed Lydia’s kinky aristocratic behaviour whose maternal visits to the nursery were simply a charade; to satisfy a more urgent, obscene need.

All Ella was required to do in the comfort of her own room, was pretend to be half asleep while her snatch was sucked; her clitoris nibbled; before her shuddering climax was induced.

Both participants were slaked without a word spoken. Ella’s head settling back into her pillow as Lydia crept out of her room; her lust for young spicy snatch temporarily satisfied.

Before long Lydia introduced Ella to another of her occasional duties by way of masseuse.

With her Ladyship lying naked on a cream leather-clad bench in her bathroom, Ella, almost naked, needed to used her hands and a massage vibrator; to relieve her Ladyship of “night-stress.”

She expected a climax to finish off: and Ella was responsible for washing the vibrator after.

Admittedly it had shocked her at first; but she had since realised that, if anything the upper class were more depraved than ordinary folk; but she remembered an old saying, “you got nothing for nothing!”

But Ella was more than content with life at the Estate Lodge.

Because there was also Lady Lydia’s son, Rufus.

His fondness for her seemed to fall between her being a sister or a mistress.

Their intimate relationship had sparked off between them in the boughs of that huge ancient tree; now they would meet there occasionally; in the dark; usually after Rufus was mellow with drink.

He would be sat astride a large bough, his back against the trunk; she would join him; sat astride with her back against his chest. His arms came around her then, sharing thoughts and feelings.

They were an odd couple yet in one way they were two of a kind. They were both loners of a sort.

Yet they had identified in each other a person they could trust and confide in; and that was precious to them both.

While his brandy-laced breath gently nussled her neck and his hands explored her thighs in the darkness, Rufus revealed some of the the clandestine side of his upbringing.

From the age of nine he’d been away at boarding school but on the rare occasions he did get home he slept in his mothers bed.

Rufus did have a room set aside for him as a study but no bedroom.

The squire had his own bedroom which mother didn’t enter.

And so sleeping in mother’s bed was the norm.

At around eleven years old, Rufus’s mother indulged him in sex.

She taught him to give cunnilingus which she had an obsession for.

And she would also administer enema’s while he masturbated for her.

But there was never full sexual intercourse between them. That much she held sacred.

Although Rufus’s sister Amber did have her own bedroom and attended a girls day-school, she also was given lessons in cunnilingus by her mother; from the age of eleven.

With Amber, mother could both give and receive cunnilingus; a fetish they both acquired a taste for and would explain why Amber had now also begun practising it covertly on Ella when she was in residence at Squires Lodge. It was another “duty” Ella had to grin and bare.

When Amber was fifteen Lady Lydia had goaded Rufus into having full sex with his sister; while she watched.

The salacious spectacle of watching her offspring love-making had gratified Lydia’s autocratic nature but witnessing the creation of the baby had a particular purpose.

And Amber did become pregnant by her brother.

Rather than making her under-aged daughter abort the incestuous pregnancy, Lydia was adamant she give birth to her grandchild.

When Rupert was born, Amber was sixteen and was quietly married off to a very old but wealthy Landlord, who although homosexual, needed a flashy young wife for London’s social occasions.

So Amber’s homecomings also doubled-up for some topping-up on gratifying sex with Rufus, Lydia and now – Ella!

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO