tonguester
08-30-2007, 5:44 PM
Sacrificing the Gardener!
Lady Isabelle and her two friends were enjoying afternoon tea in the drawing room at Chatterley Manor. It was a pleasant summer afternoon. The sun was shining and the patio doors were open to allow a cool breeze to gently flow into the room from the garden.
Lady Jadis complemented Isabelle on how beautiful the garden looked. “The roses smell simply divine. I can smell them from here.”
“Yes, since we got rid of that useless old goat, the garden has been restored to its former glory.” said Isabelle.
“Have you been approached by anyone looking for him?” asked Lady Scorpio.
“Yes, the police came several weeks ago and asked the expected set of questions.” said Isabelle, but I stuck to our story and he has simply been added to their ‘missing persons’ list.
“Have they been back with a search warrant?” asked Lady Jadis, her expression betraying a hint of anxiety.
“No. Happily all has been quiet. A story appeared in the local, paper with his photograph shortly after his disappearance, and since then there have been a couple of follow up articles. They say he must have left town, or left the country.”
“Oh, good-oh!” said Lady Scorpio cheerfully.
“So that seems to be that, then?” asked lady Jadis.
“Yes, very much so, I’m pleased to say.” sighed Isabelle.
“We should bloody well celebrate!” announced Jadis.
“Too right, Jadis! Got any champagne Isabelle?” asked Scorpio.
“Does the Pope wear a funny hat?” quipped Isabelle to a chorus of laugher.
Isabelle rang a bell and within seconds, the large Austrian born maid appeared. “Yes madam?’’
“Could you bring a chilled Bollinger from the cellar please Helga?”
“Yes, m’am.” replied the maid.
Minutes later, they were toasting the passing of the previous gardener and were all enjoying the champagne.
“I think justice was served on the day.” announced Isabelle.
“Probably a wee bit harsh, don’t you think?” said Jadis.
“I suppose death could be considered harsh for sloppy work, yes.” said Scorpio.
“Such wicked fun though!” exclaimed Isabelle.
“Oh wasn’t it just?” cooed Scorpio.
There was a moment of silence as the ladies reflected on the memory of it.
He had been rude and disrespectful. They had tortured and tormented the poor sod and given him a damn good kicking on the carpet, right here in this very room. They had stripped him, left him tied up for hours and then had taken him outside and flogged him again with Isabelle’s collection of whipping implements. They couldn’t have managed without Helga’s help. Her shear strength was required to hold the man down while he was tied up.
That would have been the end of it, but the sadistic lust of the three women had not been satiated. They then took him to the gym and tied him face-up on the bench press. His hands and legs were harnessed to the four upright posts. The three women then subjected the poor devil to the most lewd teasing as they first undressed down to their underwear, and then inflicted yet more pain using pitch forks and their own spiked heels. They took turns to sit on his face and commanded that he service them with his tongue.
Helga the maid was in attendance and, although had not been a participant, was happy to assist with the restraining of the unfortunate man. However, towards the end, her interest got the better of her and she pleaded with Isabelle to let her take a turn sitting on the gardener’s face. The three women watched laughing as the huge Austrian woman lifted her skirts and lowered herself on the whimpering man. The man’s pleas for mercy were ignored as the smiling women watched with interest. At one point, Helga was told to rise from the man’s face because he was turning his head to one side to get air. That could not be allowed. They then strapped the man’s head tightly with leather harnesses and asked Helga to resume. Within seconds he was struggling for breath as Helga smothered the man’s frightened face with her arse and hairy pussy.
All three noticed the man’s body go limp, but none wanted to disturb Helga’s enjoyment as she thrust her matronly hips back and forth reaching an ecstatic cry of joy as she climaxed on him.
The gardener was obviously dead. There was a moment of anxiety as the women debated what to do. Although Helga was suddenly full of guilt and remorse, she was comforted by the other women and, by default had become an accomplice in the man’s death.
The body was buried in a remote part of the estate and all traces of the man’s existence had been destroyed and disposed of.
Months later, it appeared that they had gotten away with the crime and there was a sense of relief among all the women.
Now, as the women enjoyed the bubbly, the attention focussed on the new gardener. He was a young attractive man in his early twenties. He hailed from Croatia, but, as Isabelle explained, he had no family in England, nor had his residency visa been approved.
Isabelle had been careful to ask the right questions about his identity. It was important.
Isabelle had arranged for him to be doing the gardening at this very moment and he was working quietly with a hoe in full view. Right now he was not wearing a shirt.
“He’s quite attractive isn’t he?” remarked Jadis.
“Yes, I rather thought so.” said Isabelle.
“Is he obedient?” asked Scorpio.
“Oh yes, so far, he seems to obey my every command. In fact he seems anxious to please.” said Isabelle.
“Really?” mused Scorpio. They looked at each other and grinned.
“Does anybody know he’s actually here?” asked Jadis.
“Only we three and Helga.” said Isabelle.
“That’s interesting. Very interesting!” purred Jadis.
TO BE CONTINUED
Lady Isabelle and her two friends were enjoying afternoon tea in the drawing room at Chatterley Manor. It was a pleasant summer afternoon. The sun was shining and the patio doors were open to allow a cool breeze to gently flow into the room from the garden.
Lady Jadis complemented Isabelle on how beautiful the garden looked. “The roses smell simply divine. I can smell them from here.”
“Yes, since we got rid of that useless old goat, the garden has been restored to its former glory.” said Isabelle.
“Have you been approached by anyone looking for him?” asked Lady Scorpio.
“Yes, the police came several weeks ago and asked the expected set of questions.” said Isabelle, but I stuck to our story and he has simply been added to their ‘missing persons’ list.
“Have they been back with a search warrant?” asked Lady Jadis, her expression betraying a hint of anxiety.
“No. Happily all has been quiet. A story appeared in the local, paper with his photograph shortly after his disappearance, and since then there have been a couple of follow up articles. They say he must have left town, or left the country.”
“Oh, good-oh!” said Lady Scorpio cheerfully.
“So that seems to be that, then?” asked lady Jadis.
“Yes, very much so, I’m pleased to say.” sighed Isabelle.
“We should bloody well celebrate!” announced Jadis.
“Too right, Jadis! Got any champagne Isabelle?” asked Scorpio.
“Does the Pope wear a funny hat?” quipped Isabelle to a chorus of laugher.
Isabelle rang a bell and within seconds, the large Austrian born maid appeared. “Yes madam?’’
“Could you bring a chilled Bollinger from the cellar please Helga?”
“Yes, m’am.” replied the maid.
Minutes later, they were toasting the passing of the previous gardener and were all enjoying the champagne.
“I think justice was served on the day.” announced Isabelle.
“Probably a wee bit harsh, don’t you think?” said Jadis.
“I suppose death could be considered harsh for sloppy work, yes.” said Scorpio.
“Such wicked fun though!” exclaimed Isabelle.
“Oh wasn’t it just?” cooed Scorpio.
There was a moment of silence as the ladies reflected on the memory of it.
He had been rude and disrespectful. They had tortured and tormented the poor sod and given him a damn good kicking on the carpet, right here in this very room. They had stripped him, left him tied up for hours and then had taken him outside and flogged him again with Isabelle’s collection of whipping implements. They couldn’t have managed without Helga’s help. Her shear strength was required to hold the man down while he was tied up.
That would have been the end of it, but the sadistic lust of the three women had not been satiated. They then took him to the gym and tied him face-up on the bench press. His hands and legs were harnessed to the four upright posts. The three women then subjected the poor devil to the most lewd teasing as they first undressed down to their underwear, and then inflicted yet more pain using pitch forks and their own spiked heels. They took turns to sit on his face and commanded that he service them with his tongue.
Helga the maid was in attendance and, although had not been a participant, was happy to assist with the restraining of the unfortunate man. However, towards the end, her interest got the better of her and she pleaded with Isabelle to let her take a turn sitting on the gardener’s face. The three women watched laughing as the huge Austrian woman lifted her skirts and lowered herself on the whimpering man. The man’s pleas for mercy were ignored as the smiling women watched with interest. At one point, Helga was told to rise from the man’s face because he was turning his head to one side to get air. That could not be allowed. They then strapped the man’s head tightly with leather harnesses and asked Helga to resume. Within seconds he was struggling for breath as Helga smothered the man’s frightened face with her arse and hairy pussy.
All three noticed the man’s body go limp, but none wanted to disturb Helga’s enjoyment as she thrust her matronly hips back and forth reaching an ecstatic cry of joy as she climaxed on him.
The gardener was obviously dead. There was a moment of anxiety as the women debated what to do. Although Helga was suddenly full of guilt and remorse, she was comforted by the other women and, by default had become an accomplice in the man’s death.
The body was buried in a remote part of the estate and all traces of the man’s existence had been destroyed and disposed of.
Months later, it appeared that they had gotten away with the crime and there was a sense of relief among all the women.
Now, as the women enjoyed the bubbly, the attention focussed on the new gardener. He was a young attractive man in his early twenties. He hailed from Croatia, but, as Isabelle explained, he had no family in England, nor had his residency visa been approved.
Isabelle had been careful to ask the right questions about his identity. It was important.
Isabelle had arranged for him to be doing the gardening at this very moment and he was working quietly with a hoe in full view. Right now he was not wearing a shirt.
“He’s quite attractive isn’t he?” remarked Jadis.
“Yes, I rather thought so.” said Isabelle.
“Is he obedient?” asked Scorpio.
“Oh yes, so far, he seems to obey my every command. In fact he seems anxious to please.” said Isabelle.
“Really?” mused Scorpio. They looked at each other and grinned.
“Does anybody know he’s actually here?” asked Jadis.
“Only we three and Helga.” said Isabelle.
“That’s interesting. Very interesting!” purred Jadis.
TO BE CONTINUED