Chapter 9 Home
Beatrice was ready when he arrived. Two crewmen carried her trunk and set it on
the coach. She thanked them and then there was a succession of tearful
good-byes. Jaz was the last. He was very upset at her leaving. He firmly
believed she would never come back to him. "What?" he argued with himself would
a titled lady want to do with a poor sailmaker?"
It was a cold but bright day. Beatrice wore a warm dress and a thick overcoat so
instead of travelling inside the coach she sat alongside Jones. She wanted to
feel the air on her face. For the first hour she sat quietly wrapped in her own
thoughts. Jones knew his place and didn't attempt to make conversation but he
could sense a definite change in the girl at his side. He didn't know what had
caused such a radical change but felt it was for the better.
Passing through a village Beatrice suggested they stop at the local inn for some
refreshment. She ate her pie and drank her pint of ale with him and a couple of
local men. Soon she began to open up and talked with the men. It was an hour and
another pint later before they left. The locals had no idea they were talking to
Lord Henry's daughter.
Her father was out when she arrived so she went straight to her room. Elizabeth,
one of the younger maids who had been forced to share Beatrice's bed on many
occasions and felt the power of her cane. They had all heard from Jones after he
had been to the boat two days ago but no one really believed him. Elizabeth had
not been unresponsive to her mistress's sexual attention but fear of punishment
has curbed her involvement.
"Lizzie, I would just love to have a bath. I haven't had a proper warm bath
since I left." She smiled to herself and then went on, "I had a shower though.
We had a heavy rain storm one hot day and everyone went on deck and stripped off
and washed themselves down. Emma and I were the only women. Two naked women
amongst twenty or more naked men."
"How embarrassing for you Miss."
"Not really. By then we all knew what each other looked like. Rory and Emma
washed each other as did Jaz and I."
"Oh, Miss! Shall I have the bath brought up now?"
"No, don't bother. I'll have it next to the copper. It will make less work and
will be warmer in there. Can you ask cook to make sure there is enough water
please?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Oh, and Lizzie, would you mind assisting me?"
"Of course I will Miss."
Half an hour later Beatrice was being undressed in the scullery. Lizzie was
shocked at the bruises and whip marks that still showed on her body especially
those on the inner thighs and where she had been kicked between the legs. She
also noticed how Beatrice's muscles now seemed firmer and how rough her hands
were. In the last few weeks she had done more manual work than the maid.
Elizabeth carefully soaped and washed her mistress. Beatrice languished in the
luxury of the hot water and the gentle attention she had not had since she left.
The maid paid special attention to the breasts. She not only washed them but
seeing her mistress made no attempt to stop her, indeed she thrust the mounds
out, massaged the nipples until they stood erect. "That's nice Lizzie. Girl's
hands are so much more tender than a man's even when he is trying to be gentle."
Lizzie's attentions now turned to her mistress's cunt and soon had her moaning
with pleasure until she climaxed. "Thank you Lizzie. I've had many cocks and
enjoy a good fuck but I still like the pleasure a woman can give. Perhaps you
would like to come to my room tonight?"
"If you wish, Miss." Lizzie was amazed by the change in Beatrice. Amazed at her
down to earth language and the fact she accepted men into her body. Before she
had left, all men were treated with contempt.
Henry returned in time for dinner but the conversation between them was very
stilted. Henry did not want to accept what had happened. He wanted things to be
as they were. The bath had shown up her facial bruises and the bent nose
slightly filled him with disgust. This was not the pretty daughter who had grown
up with him. She also had a quiet authority now and was willing to challenge
him. And she did not keep herself aloof from the servants. He had heard about
her bathing in the scullery but did not bring the subject into the conversation.
Lizzie came to her later in the evening and the two girls sported themselves
naked on the bed. Except for her time with Penelope, Beatrice never bothered
herself with giving the servants any pleasure, today she gave the maid as much
pleasure as she received. They fingered and sucked each other until the fell
asleep in each others arms.
Beatrice though could not sleep for long. The house seemed so quiet after ever
present background noise of the ship. The creaking of timber, the snoring of the
seamen, the rush of water, the motions as the ship bucked the waves. Now it was
deathly quiet. Beatrice put on a nightdress and taking the oil lamp that was
still alight although turned down low, went out on to the landing. She was going
to sit in the drawing room for a while but she saw the light was still on in her
father's room. Lightly she knocked and then looked in.
Rachel, a comely girl from the kitchen staff was lying with her face buried in
Henry's groin, obviously sucking his cock.
"Sorry, father," Beatrice said, "I couldn't sleep it's so quiet and I saw your
light on and thought it might a quiet time when we could talk."
"You've finished with Elizabeth then? Or is she too sore to do any more?" Her
father's remarks were sarcastic and intended to hurt her, then his voice
softened. "No, don't go. This one will be finished in a minute, then we can
talk."
"Elizabeth is sleeping without a sore bum. Not like this one whose cheeks are
rather flushed." Beatrice put her hand on the girl's arse and gently rubbed it.
"I've had too many thrashings in the last few months to want to inflict them on
others. I've changed father, as you have probably noticed."
Henry groaned a little and held Rachel's head firmly to his cock. "Swallow it
girl," he said as his spunk went down her throat, "I don't want any mess on the
bed." Moments later he released her and she sat up displaying her large tits to
Beatrice's gaze. She was older and plumper than Elizabeth and her breasts were
very much larger. Beatrice vowed to have her in bed one night.
"Off you go to your own bed tonight, Rachel, Beatrice wishes to discus family
matters with me." Beatrice could see the girl was glad to get away and to get
away without another hiding. She started to give her father an outline of the
events that happened since she left but he was only half interested. He was more
interested in his daughter. Rachel might just have made him cum but his cock was
still half hard and had he not been interrupted he would have fucked the cuddly
little bitch.
Beatrice shivered in the cool night air. Lord Henry saw his chance. "You had
better get under the bedclothes before you catch cold," he suggested. Although
she part suspected his motive Beatrice climbed in beside him. Henry's arm went
around her and pulled her close but it was no fatherly hug. The hand grabbed a
tit and squeezed it, then, seeing it was not pushed away, began to manipulate
the nipple through her nightdress. Emboldened, he put his other hand over her
cunt and massaged that. It was still full and puffy from her previous session
with Elizabeth. "Father," Beatrice said quietly, "You shouldn't be doing this
but after what all the other men have done, what does it matter?" To make access
to her body easier, she slipped the nightdress over her head and dropped it on
the floor.
Henry climbed on top and inserted his now hardened prick easily in his
daughter's love box. Her channel was moist from her previous activity and
Henry's prick wasn't as thick as Jaz's. She tried to contract her virginal
muscles but even so there seemed little friction. Henry didn't seemed to notice.
He plied his cock in and out with gusto. It was a dream come true but he wished
he had done it before she left. When she was still a virgin. When she still
disliked men. When he could have sensed the pain in her. But his imagination
helped. He was fucking his only daughter.
Before long he shot his load into her, waited a few minutes and then withdrew
his cock and placed it on her lips. Without hesitation she opened them and
sucked him clean. "They certainly seem to have trained you on that boat," Henry
remarked, "What about your other hole? Did they use that too?"
"Of course they did. Father you have to remember at one time I was fucked by at
least twelve different men each day and being sailors many preferred the
arsehole anyway. In the fo'c's'le they often did that to each other and
especially to the boy. On a one occasion we were both bent over a stool, side by
side while they fucked us. There seemed to be some sort of competition to see
who could do it the hardest. At first it hurt like hell but then after the
initial penetration, it got easier. When they finished with us, the boy was made
to lick my arse and cunt clean and then I had to clean his hole, then suck his
cock. Even after that the boy would have to sleep with one of the men and before
sleep came another cock would have entered him. Jaz was on deck doing some
repair work otherwise he would have prevented it. I had to go to his bunk
afterwards without telling him but he was much more gentle although his cock is
larger than most. He tried to protect me from the worst excesses of the crew
during the first week especially as my arse was one large blister after the
rope's end flogging."
Beatrice was now nestled into her father's body her hand very gently massaging
his cock. It was soft and sensitive so she touched it with care. "Beatrice, tell
me what else they made you do," her father whispered in her ear.
"You just want to know the horny bits?" Henry nodded. "Well I have told you how
I was flogged but another part of the punishment was at every eight bells,
that's every four hours to you, I was to be laid on the hatch were I had been
flogged and two of the seaman who were going off watch could have me in any way
they liked and this was seen by everyone on deck. It was a public spectacle. As
I said, they had me in every hole and nearly always I was made to mouth clean
them afterwards. Besides these sort of official rapes, I was often made to
submit to the men in the fo'c's'le when the captain or Jaz wasn't watching, like
the time with the cabin boy. One or two had even more perverted idea. Booner, I
don't know his real name, must have been nearly seventy and rarely could he get
a proper hard on but I still had to service him. He would sit on a high stool
and I would suck on his soft cock. If I didn't get him hard in five minutes, he
would piss down my throat. A couple of others followed his example."
"I must get to try that with the maids," thought Henry.
Gradually they drifted to sleep but Beatrice woke first and crept back into her
room. Elizabeth was still sleeping.
Morning came and Beatrice awoke early. So did Elizabeth. "I ought to go to the
kitchen, Miss," the young girl said.
"I'll come down for breakfast when I am ready," Beatrice answered, "First though
I think I will try and talk more with my father. Tell the others not to disturb
us. Its about my future here."
Beatrice went back into her father's bedroom. He was still asleep and didn't
appreciate being woken even by his daughter who again had removed her
nightdress. "I thought we ought to continue our conversation of last night." She
pulled the bedclothes down to reveal his cock hard with piss.
"Pass the pot girl. I need to pee." He did so and lost his erection.
"Now let's get you nice and hard again so you can try my other hole. I know you
wish that so you can say you have had me all three ways."
It wasn't long before Henry was pounding in and out of her arse. "Certainly
tighter than her cunt," he said to himself, "Must try it more often with the
girls. Haven't had a girl's arse since one time at the Lodge when the girl was
strapped down for a thrashing and afterwards we all took turns in her bum hole
because she was on her period. I was the fourth one so she was more lubricated
than this and less tight. Perhaps I'll try Rachel tonight. Daresay she hasn't
had it up there before and after I warm her bum cheeks a bit, it will make her
squeal."
******
After her life at sea, the stay at the hall seemed very tranquil. In fact it was
boring. Even with occasional visits to her father's room and her nightly
dalliance with various maids. She felt she was just killing time.
Lord Henry went to the Hunting Lodge and offered to take Beatrice but she
declined. Penelope was still in London and, apart from servants, she would be a
lone woman. After thinking about it for a long time, she summoned Jones and took
what money she could lay her hands on which was not an inconsiderable amount,
and asked him to take her to Newcastle. The Red Witch was away and not expected
back for another two weeks. Jones enquired for some decent lodgings and helped
her move in. Beatrice spent the time looking at businesses especially at one
where the old sailmaker had retired and it was now going downhill. Shrewdly she
decided to wait till Emma returned to help her bargain over the price, and to
find out if Jaz still wanted to settle down with her.
Finally the wait was over, the Red Witch was coming alongside the quay. Each day
for the past week she had waited by the harbour wall with all the other wives
anxiously looking out to sea. Two of the wives of her fellow crewmen were there
and when the boat was tied up all three clasped and hugged their men folk.
Beatrice then sat and talked with Jaz for a long while. He was in favour of
settling down with her and was enthusiastic over having a sail making business
but was unsure that Lord Henry would leave them alone. In the end they went and
saw Emma and enlisted her help with buying the business. Luckily, the ship had
made larger than expected profits on the last two trips, largely thanks to
Emma's haggling with agents, so Rory had decided to dock the Red Witch for a
re-fit and repairs. This meant they would be staying for two or maybe three
weeks which helped with the business transfers and setting up house in the rooms
above the sail loft.
Epilogue.
Beatrice had a baby girl which was followed by three boys. The d'Lisle
Sailmaker's business prospered and became known for its high quality work. Lord
Henry did try and stop his daughter from marrying Jaz but as the first baby was
nearly due and in any case it was only a matter of months before she was
twenty-one and wouldn't need parental permission, he relented and gave his
consent. By then the couple had 'lived in sin' for a further four months and he
saw how much they cared for each other. Beatrice occasionally went to stay with
her father but never again went to his bed. She still liked now and again to
take on of the working girls to her bed. It was a gentle relaxation for the
toils of the day and a contrast to the more forceful fucking Jaz gave her.
Finis
