Feature Writer: Margot

Feature Title:  THE MADNESS OF LADY LYDIA 4

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 4

“We are doing a show for her Ladyship today Jack.” sang out Ella as she returned from Madam’s.

“Oh I see! I wondered what all that stage clothing was for in the wardrobe!”

“Right Jack, lets make a start; please strip off for me.”

I could see Ella meant it, but I found it hard to strip off naked before a black girl but my hesitation amused her and she laughed sweetly.

“Shall I take them off for you Jack?”

Throwing caution to the wind I simply did what was required and soon stood naked apart from my underpants which seem to satisfy her.

Then to my amazement she started to measure me with a tape measure!

“Yes; just I thought, you’re about the same size as me – so we can try some of my wardrobe!”

“What – you mean girls clothes!”

Ella gave out a squeal of laughter. “ Yes! Lady Lydia wants to see you dressed up for her show Jack! It’s just a bit of fun really! Get into the spirit of it, and you’ll make your mark here!”

I stared at her for a moment; then I laughed. It was all so surreal, yet suddenly I was more alive than I’d ever felt before! “ Right you are Ella – dress me for the Panto!” I yelled.

“That’s the way Jack! Now the first thing you’ll need is a well-forming bra!”

Out of her drawer she chose a well padded bra and while she helped me into it, she squealed and giggled at my awkwardness with all its infernal straps!

Then she went to her wardrobe and chose an elaborate dress; “Lets just see how you look in this!”

“Wow – O K Ella!”

She expertly pulled it on over my head and straitened it out, the went behind to fasten a zip.

She stepped back to view me.

“Wow! You look amazing Jack – it’s so sexy! Take a look in the mirror!”

I did so and I could barely believe how odd I looked in a dress. I felt a sort of giddy sensation.

“This is so crazy Ella!”

Next sat me down at the dressing table and stared at my face.

“Ok Jack, what we have to do now is choose make-up that is going to turn Jack into Jackie!”

Ella spent some time preparing me and the finished result astonished me.

When I had viewed myself in the mirror; what I saw was a rather ravishingly young air-hostess in modest heels, ready for her debut presentation to Lady Lydia.

When Ella led me in for inspection there was fresh humiliation in store; for along side Lady Lydia sat several older ladies. I was to be a public spectacle!

Like a circus ringmaster Ella made an announcement, “Ladies, I give you our new sissy-boy, Jackie!”

Following a few gasps came a smattering of applause.

Ella led me slowly around by the hand before stopping before Lady Lydia.

I stood there while the women gloated over me.

Then Lydia interviewed me with embarrassing questions;

How did I feel being dressed as a sissy? ;

Where have I got my cock tucked away? ;

How would I feel at a cocktail party? ;

Would I like a man to make love to me?

Then Lady Lydia rose from her chair to crouch along-side of me.

“Keep quite still Jacky while I just slip off this skirt for the ladies to see what your concealing here.”

Having undone some buttons and a zip, she tugged the skirt to the floor.

There was some glee and clapping as my large erection sprang out like a jack in the box!

“Good God!” – “Disgusting!” – “Fabulous!” came the response.

Lady Lydia smiled and raised her hand in acknowledgement.

Then to further please her audience Lady Lydia began wanking my cock off!

“Bring the bitch off!” cried one woman.

But Lady Lydia called a halt to the pantomime by thanking Ella and instructing her to lead me away.

I was numb with confusion. Ella showed me the the bathroom where I spent a long time soaking in the bath; wondering what I had let myself in for by working for Lady Lydia.

In the meantime Ella had changed into her riding outfit and had taken off with Juno; loosing herself in a long ride over the South Downs.

xxxxx

It was high summer and Ella reined in the bay gelding from it’s gallop; bringing it to a halt on the green Downs overlooking the manor-house.

Beyond the manor, just over in West Sussex, she could see the church-steeple of Harting; its’ weather-vane clearly glinting in the sunlight.

As the horse stood recovering its wind, wonderment flooded through Ella; not only at the gorgeous view but also at the events that had bought her to this point in her life before her 15th birthday.

Within six months, fate had transformed her life prospects; escaping possible employment in a London brothel; the threat of which was often used on her at the orphanage.

It wasn’t only male staff molesting her; lesbians also lurked there in the shadows.

That’s why she was able to cope with the attention she received from Lydia’s night-time visits.

But even so Ella had retained her virginity at the orphanage; and that was why Lady Lydia had selected her; together with her exotic colour. So fate had decided Ella’s colour would turn into her salvation after all!

Ella threw back her head; smiling to herself at the sheer madness of it all; then lifting Juno’s head from the grass, set the horse walking off the Downs and into Scratchface Woods where the old trail would emerge not far from the manor.

But having progressed less than halfway through the woods Juno unexpectedly halted. Ella also heard the strange sound an realised it was the sound of voices chanting!

It’s strange quality had spooked Juno to a standstill and now sent a chill down Ella’s spine but her curiosity was too strong to simply move on without investigating.

Having tethered-up Juno, she ventured off the pathway to discover the wailing came from a small old stone church. Aware she was an intruder she crept up to the small window and peered in.

Gathered inside were four monk-like figures, wearing long grey robes. They were circled around a compass like symbol marked out on the floor; their arms outstretched as they wailed.

The monk’s heads were covered, although one of the four was clearly female; and Ella felt it was Lydia! Ella’s heart froze; for she also saw a small child, strangely dressed; stood in the centre of the pentacle. It was Rupert! Was this some kind of English Voodoo Church!

Intruding on their service made Ella feel uneasy and she made her way back to Juno.

She continued her ride back to the Manor but now she was most concerned over what Rupert was being be exposed to.

xxxxx

Squire Edwin leafed through one of his cherished stamp albums in the tranquillity of his study.

Some of his best stamps had been in his father’s collection which Edwin had rescued from the auctioneer’s hammer after father’s death.

He loved the stamps for several reasons. The allure of their design, their history and the sheer survival of such flimsy pieces of paper.

And also that he could still love possessing them; unlike his wife Lydia.

For Edwin had possessed her; when he was in his prime; respected as a captain of the Queen’s Artillery; and a force to be reckoned with here on the estate.

But now he was passed his prime and simply wondering when his third heart attack would befall him.

As for Lydia, she’d not only lost interest in him, she’d then disregarded him; then humiliated him with her outrageous sexual romping.

At first it was reasonably discreet affairs; which then became ever more blatant.

Then a while back, her debauchery dealt him too savagely; when she openly hired a youth to satisfy her perversions.

His name, Jack Sparrow, had become a byword on the estate for Lady Lydia’s depravity.

At times, when the disgrace welled up within him, he was tempted to end it all; in a gentlemanly fashion; with his army service revolver.

xxxxx

Lydia’s fancy for young Jack had not dimmed his ambition to be an office clerk and whenever he escaped Lydia’s need of him, would busy himself in the old squires little office.

There he would try to make sense of the shambles of paperwork that was Mr Rufus’s responsibility; but other demands mostly took him elsewhere, leaving these admin cores undone.

One might wonder why Lydia had stood aside for Rufus to head the Estate office when her husband retired from the duty. The reason was little known; Margo had never learnt to read or write.

And so Jack often found the office unattended and in need of management. And so piece by piece Jack began organizing things into files and boxes; so being able to locate a certain kind of bill or document began to emerge. Occasionally the phone would ring and if Mr Rufus was elsewhere Jack would attempt to deal with the call; rather than simply leaving a message for his boss.

Over a number of weeks Jack was beginning to cope in the office rather well and it did not go unnoticed. Rufus was very impressed with how Jack had reorganised the office. Further more he was dealing with much of the day to day routines! Mr Rufus awarded Jack official clerk status and a proper weekly wage!

Jack was overjoyed; but Lady Lydia was quietly fuming that her son Rufus had acted without her acknowledgement. Yet the need for the Estate office to be properly manned was indisputable.

Lydia had little choice but to show her assent to new Jack’s position as clerk to the Estate; while she was also losing his services as her toy-boy; the training for which he had responded so well.

Within a short while of Jack’s new found income and status, it soon became apparent he had the makings of a young man of standing; and was never referred to as “Young Jack” again.

But although Jack Sparrow was thrilled in achieving his ambition in the Estate’s office there was now another ambition that tantalised him.

He was secretly in love with Ella; and he was all to aware that he had a rival; and that rival was his kindly benefactor Mr Rufus; and every morning from his office widow he would see Ella cross the cobbled yard, dressed divinely for riding Juno out across the Downs.

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Jack had wriggled free from Lydia’s erotic attentions; her control over him had diminished due to his office status; but she was still matriarch of the Estate which employed him.

But in his new role Jack was no longer based in Margo’s bunkhouse with Ella, so he missed her company through his working day. Absence had made his heart grow even fonder for Ella; he was sort of in love with her.

Yet it was Mr Rufus who was clearly courting her. It was Mr Rufus who had introduced her to horse riding and supplied her with that fine mount; Juno. And it would be Mr Rufus who Ella would turn to in any time of need.

For Jack also, the man he relied upon, most respected and admired, was Mr Rufus.

As time move on Jack daydreamed over the orgies Lydia had him engage in.

His early training from Lydia had eradicated his childish habit of premature ejaculation.

She would have his cock and testicles clamped while having to watch Ella and Amber perform an act of erotic lesbianism; without allowing himself to get over excited.

Ella was set other sordid tasks for Jack to witness; having to achieve a powerful climax when stimulated with the bizarre variety of methods devised by Lydia.

He was allowed a small amount of precum but any evidence of actual ejaculate earned him a painful, on the spot, buggering from Lydia; and in front of Ella which was awful.

His test results were good though. From a poor opening time of fifty seven seconds of receiving head from Ella or Amber, Jack later achieved withholding his climax for nearly ten minuets ; further enlarging his penis!

Lydia kept tabs on his girth and length and both had increased under her management. It was something she bragged over among her cronies; – that and his “personal best”.

This was how much he’d expressed his pleasure when performing cunnilingus on her; measured simply by Jack wearing a condom at the time; and the resulting level of ejaculate caught in it.

It was a practice that Jack had found obnoxious; yet later reveled in it when Lydia announced he’d surpassed himself.

These were the thoughts Jack indulged in when his day at the office was done and he was back home soaking in a warm bath.

~ In her bedroom mother was readying herself for Mr Jack; for that was his name now.

Since his promotion he had become firmer in what he expected from her, introducing some strangely erotic practices into their relationship.

Mr Jack’s cock would have put his poor father’s to shame; as would the ecstasy it gave her.

Jillian was thirty-two, standing at 5’ 6” and still filled a 32D cup bra.

Her slim waist curved over shapely hips; her legs a symphony of creamy white curves.

He was her man about the house and she catered to his needs; in return Jillian’s body blossomed from the richness of his loins. However this was a huge secret and that’s what appealed to Jillian.

Jillian was now humming to herself while carefully applying her make-up; choosing her sexy underwear and perfume.

Then Mr Jack, wearing just a towel around his midriff, joined her in her bedroom, and they embraced; their hands and mouths exploring each other. His forehead rested against hers as her hand found his hardened chopper.

Mr Jack smiled as he felt her thighs shiver with excitement in expectation.

“Oh God, What am I to do with this enormous thing Mr Jack?”

“Well Jilly, it’s been brewing all day for you; so show me what you can do, with this wonderful mouth of yours.”

xxxxx

The day had begun much like any other in the big kitchen at Squires Lodge, with Mrs Toon trying to do six things at once, while Violet panicked over putting Lady Lydia’s breakfast tray together yelling, “ I’ll swing for that bitch; I swear!”

Ella had come down the service stairs, just managing to avoid colliding with Violet before a wonderfully warm smell of breakfast enveloped her.

“Oh it’s you now is it Miss Ella! Well it’s a bloody madhouse here I can tell you!”

Unobtrusively Ella put together her breakfast of shredded- wheat; scrabbled eggs with fried mushroom and coffee from the sideboard and perched with her tray in her usual corner.

While the radio was quietly burbling music in the background Ella ate her breakfast without her usual enthusiasm.

It was not long before she had walked across the cobbled yard and entered the stables.

“Morning Miss Ella! Juno’s a bit sore on his front right after the farrier yesterday; he just needs a little nursing with it, that’s all.”

“Thanks Jock, I’ll take it steady with him; I won’t take him far,” she said with a smile.

Jock had watched her walking Juno off up the lane towards Scratchface Lane thinking how controlled her riding was; a natural feel for the animal in spite of coming from the city; and wondered if having jungle blood running through her veins gave her that ability?

Three hours later though, Jock sought out Rufus to say how worried he was that Ella had not returned from her ride; and that something must be very wrong! Rufus felt the blood in his veins freeze. Ella meant so much to him now.

Both Rufus and Jock saddled-up and rode out in an extensive search for her. The further afield they went the more anguish they felt for Ella’s safety. Eventually they succeeded only in finding Juno grazing lazily near Petersfield.

There was no sign that Ella had encountered any trouble or harm. It was all a mystery. All they could do was lead Juno back to the stables.

Rufus’s mind was in turmoil.

However as they rode back into the yard, Jack Sparrow hurried up to them with some vital news.

Ella was safe!

She had ‘phoned; explaining she’d caught the ten-forty five train from Petersfield to London’s Waterloo! – That she’d needed to get away for a while and would be staying with an old friend.

Everyone was dumbfounded; and there was an undercurrent of speculation throughout the estate.

Rufus had been anxiously delving into her recent activities, to find what caused her to take flight; and it was Lydia he confronted.

Rufus knew to well his mother had mystical and satanic beliefs; she had fledged himself and Amber into her coven; their marriage ordained by Satan; their incestuous child destined for the priesthood.

Ella becoming Rupert’s au-pair had also become part of Lydia’s salacious appetite for sex.

During their talks together Ella had shared with Rufus the dilemma she faced. She loved the Estate and Rufus and Juno but didn’t like having to participate in Lydia’s orgies. But it was simply a part of being here.

Had Lydia pushed Ella to far? Rufus had to know if was to get her back.

Rufus confronted his mother. But her lack of concern frustrated him.

She had no idea what may have caused the girl to abscond from her post. Furthermore she would now have to replace Rupert’s au-pair!

Lydia had dismissed him as acting like a love-sick colt.

Rufus had one other person whom he could turn too – his sister Amber.

But he had to play his cards very close to his chest. Amber, unlike himself was still an accomplice of Lydia’s. And it had been a while since they’d indulged in sex together; since he’d got sweet on Ella in fact. Rufus would need to soften his sister up a little; stimulate things between them again.

He indulged Amber with light conversation; made flattering remarks while caressing her breast and she responded accordingly by enticing her brother into her bedroom.

They knew each others sexuality well and neither of them needed any warming-up before they were fucking each other recklessly.

There was much cursing and wrestling as each took what they wanted from the other.

This was not romantic lovemaking; it was competitive fucking where one would taunt the other into submission for disclosure of desires and deeds.

And that’s how Rufus teased out from Amber what Ella had been subjected too.

They had confronted Ella with a large brown dog; that was eager to mate with her.

Ella had refused to co-operate; but struggling and weeping she had been lashed face-down; her thighs parted; her vagina made accessible.

Then they’d forced her into having sex with that dog!

Amber handled the dog’s swollen phallus in place and the impatient animal immediately began fucking Ella in a rapid shunting action.

Lydia and her daughter watched and Ella’s cries were a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Yet in spite of her bitter protests, when the dog’s hindquarters shuddered in triumph, Ella climax also!

Lydia claimed Ella had enjoyed it after all; leaving the girl tied to the dog sobbing, while Amber and her mother made love.

xxxxx

There were several garbled and varied versions of events between Ella fleeing the Estate for London and her subsequent return.

Yet there are only a few facts that stand.

Ella, traumatized by Lydia’s latest outrage, had during her ride out on Juno, felt a desperate need to get away. The only place she knew of was London; where she had a friend.

She’d made a sudden detour towards Petersfield Station

Four days later Lady Lydia set off in her chauffeured Bentley with young Rupert and did not return!

Upon the car returning from Southampton Docks, the chauffeur informed Rufus that Lady Lydia and Rupert, had boarded the Queen Mary; and sailed for New York!

When this devastating news reach Ella, she’d immediately returned from London, to share her anxiety with the child’s father; Rufus had met Ella’s train from Waterloo when they’d openly embraced, as she stepped from the train.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR