Home of the White Dolphin - Segment 30

Chapter 146

September 28, 1897 At the Edgeworth estate

Jason couldn’t stop looking at Marianne. Over the last few weeks, he invited various Swadlincote Men’s Club members to brunch. This innocent word for a light meal became a password among those men for something else. Of all the men, though, Baron Charles Timmons soon became Jason’s most frequent guest.

“That’s it, Charles,” he said, laughing as Marianne struggled to get free. The three of them were in Jason’s hobby room where Charles was trying out something new on Jason’s wife. At the previous meeting of the club, the men had to dispose of a whore’s body when this particular activity caused her death.

The late autumn sun shone in through the many windows and made the room extremely hot. “Don’t tie one around her neck.” Jason grabbed the thin strip of rawhide, just as Charles was able to place it there. “Remember? That’s how the other one died.”

“Okay, I think then I’m finished.” Charles gave the bound woman a last look to make sure all the rawhide strips were wet. “Help me pick her up. I think the best place for the sun to hit is on that table by the window.”

After the two men positioned a naked Marianne so the sun beat down directly on her, they sat down on nearby chairs to watch. Her hands and feet remained immobilized by tight rawhide that slowly began to tighten as they dried out.

“Please, please, this hurts,” cried Marianne as she made an effort to get out of the sun’s rays. “Jason, I’ll do anything you want, just untie me.” She finally managed to roll over to the edge of the table and landed on the floor with a loud thump.

“Well, that was disappointing,” complained Jason. “I’m starting to think I may need to get someone else for her in the future.” He knelt beside Marianne and untied her. “Stand up. I think you like what Charles does too much.”

Jason waited until she got to her feet to stand silently in front of him. “Charles, I’ll give you one last chance with her. If you can’t do any better than this, I’m afraid you won’t be coming for brunch any more.”

Marianne smiled at the dismay on her tormentor’s face. “You see, Charles, no matter what you do to me, you’ll never make my husband happy. Only I can do that.” She turned her back on him and faced Jason. “If you stop bringing these pitiful excuses around, I can show you ways that will excite you.”

Marianne walked over to the chair from where Jason recently had been watching. After sitting there, she slowly ran her hands over her naked breasts and down to her stomach. “My husband, don’t you know by now you’re the only man for me?” One of her hands slid between her spread legs and began a gentle massage. “Charles, you may leave us. Your services are no longer wanted or even needed.” She gave him a scornful look. “Jason will take over now. Go back to your little whores.”

Jason began laughing and slapped Charles on his back. “My friend, I have to agree with her it’s time for you to go. You know the way out.” Furious at the abrupt dismissal, Charles stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

“Now, Marianne, what do you have in mind?” Jason moved to stand between her legs and looked down at her smiling face. Nodding, he said, “That’s a good start,” when she leaned forward and unbuttoned the flap of his britches.

Marianne took his penis out, but stood before touching him further. She went over and picked up the quirt Charles had left behind. “You have disappointed me and need to be punished.” When she returned to stand behind Jason, who was shocked into silence, Marianne ran the grip of the quirt down his back. “No, Jason, that won’t do. Mother wants you to take off your shirt.”

Jason gasped at hearing Marianna calling herself Mother. He felt himself growing hard in anticipation of what she would do. “Yes, Mother, I’ll do anything you want.”

“That’s my good boy. Now lower your britches and underclothes. Hurry, Jason, or I’ll have to punish you.” During her meetings with Jason and his mother, Marianne couldn’t help noticing Jason’s obsession with Jane. Using this fact, she was determined to force her husband to obey her, and she knew just how to do it. “You have a nice ass, but I want to see what you have for me.”

“Mother,” whimpered Jason, when he faced her. “I’m strong now. I’m stronger than any man you’ve had, and I’m much bigger than Ciaran, too.” He held out his penis to show her. “See? Please let me show you how strong I am.”

Jason no longer saw his wife in front of him. Instead, it was Jane, naked and waiting for her 10-year-old son to ravish her.

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September 28, 1897 At the Edgeworth estate

When Marianne used that one word, Mother, she unwittingly transported 50-year-old Jason back to his childhood. His child-like comments surprised Marianne, but she knew she now had a way to control him.

“But Ciaran gives me such pleasure.” She decided to play along with Jason, determined to learn if he had any other weaknesses she could use to her advantage. “You’re just a weak little boy compared to him. You don’t know how to make me happy like he does.”

“No, no. I’ve been practicing on other women.” Jason fell to his knees in front of Marianne. He wrapped his arms around her legs. “I remembered what Ciaran did to you, and how much you loved it.” He gave her a hopeful smile and tightened his grasp on her legs. “I made Ciaran go away. I thought you’d want me if he was gone, but you didn’t.”

Marianne had no idea who Ciaran was. She felt Jason’s hands moving up her legs and quickly stepped away from him. “Mother loved Ciaran, not you. You’re my bad boy to make him go away.”

Jason got back on his feet and frantically looked around the room until he caught sight of the quirt Charles had forgotten. “Here,” he whispered, picking up the discarded item and handing it to Marianne. “If I’m a bad boy, you have to punish me.” In Jason’s tormented mind, pain meant love, and punishment from his mother would show she loved him.

Without any prompting, Jason turned his back to Marianne and bent over. “Please, Mother, I’m ready.”

Marianne gently struck the quirt against her own hip so Jason could hear the sound. “Are you telling me what to do? I’ll decide what punishment to give you, and it won’t be from this little toy.” She tossed the tiny whip away from her and began to walk toward the door. “No, I have a better punishment for a naughty boy like you,” she said, returning to where Jason now stood upright.

“Anything. You can do anything you want. Just tell me you love me.” Jason looked over toward the bed over which the empty bucket still hung. “I can fill that with water if that’s what you want.”

Marianne shook her head. “Child’s play. I have something better in mind.” She saw the excited expression on her husband’s face. “First, though, you said you’ve been practicing with others. I want to see what you’ve learned. If you can make me happy, perhaps I won’t have to punish you.”

Jason followed Marianne over to the bed while he rapidly went over in his mind which way to please her. On the shelves near the bed, he caught sight of the bloody instruments he brought back from America. With the memory of how he used them over those years, Jason suddenly realized he no longer was that sad, unloved 10-year-old boy.

Without warning, Jason picked Marianne up and threw her onto the bed. “Do you think this is how Ciaran did my mother?” as he slapped her across her face. “And how about the other stable hands I saw that day?” He forced her legs apart and rammed inside her before the stunned woman could fight back. “You bitch, the only way you’re like Mother is that you’re going to like what I do to you.”

Chapter 148

September 24, 1885 –At Templeton home in Boston, Massachusetts

“Helen, you can’t stay here alone.” Blythe knew how upset her daughter was. It was over a week since the White Dolphin docked, and there had been no word from Rick in all that time. “Something must have come up for him, so you’ll just have to wait. Your father’s gone back to the ship, and that’s where Rick is expecting you to be.”

Helen shook her head. “No, I’m staying here. If I go back to the ship, I know Poppy will immediately set sail for home.” She glared at her mother. “I heard you talking the other night about that, and I’m not going back to England, even if I never see Rick again.” She abruptly got up from the living room chair and raced for the nearest bathroom.

When she came back, wiping her mouth, Blythe confronted her. “You’re pregnant. You’re carrying his child, aren’t you?”

“So what? We’re going to get married. Rick told me so.” Helen returned to her chair and stubbornly refused to look at her mother. “You and Poppy can return to England any time you want. Mr. Herrmann wrote me he’s done what you wanted and split your inheritance between Mitch and me. This will give me more than enough to live on.”

She finally looked up at Blythe. “Besides, Rick knows the name of the law firm where we were going. If he comes and finds the ship gone, he’ll go there to find where I am.” About to argue further, Helen turned when she heard her father’s voice.

Robbie came into the living room, smiling at his wife and daughter. Behind him walked Rick, an even bigger smile on his face.

Helen jumped up and ran to throw her arms around Rick’s neck. “See?” she gloated, speaking over her shoulder to her mother, “I told you he’d come back.”

“You had doubts, sweetheart?” Rick pulled her closer into his arms. When he saw Blythe and Robbie share a glance, he let Helen go and went to where Blythe was standing. “I told your daughter to plan for a wedding, and I meant it at the time.”

“What do you mean, at the time?” Helen followed him, starting to get nervous. “You still want to marry me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. It’s just that while I was in London, one of my mills burned to the ground and the other one, well, the bank is foreclosing on it. I’m afraid I’m ruined and can’t afford to marry you.” Rick hung his head, ashamed.

Helen clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, such perfect timing. Rick, you’ll never have to worry about money again.” As she told him about the inheritance, she saw him give a big sigh of relief.

Turning to her parents, Helen begged, “Poppy, Mama, I don’t want a big wedding. Can’t Rick and I just get married today at city hall or some place like that? Please?”

Robbie, as usual, immediately gave in to his daughter’s request. Blythe knew it was useless to raise objections to the hurried marriage. That afternoon, Helen Medici became Helen Moreau. An elderly Boston Justice of the Peace performed her marriage to Enrique Moreau. The following morning, the White Dolphin set sail, taking Blythe and Robbie back to London, never to see their daughter again.

Chapter 149

September 30, 1897 At the Edgeworth estate

For two days, Jason tried his best to punish Marianne. All he accomplished was to increase his frustration when she laughed off his most cruel attempts. The latest was a vicious whipping late one night in their bedroom.

“You might as well give up, my dear husband,” she said, with a smile. “I learned from men much younger than you are how to tolerate pain.” She winced, but not enough to please him. “What you should have is a woman who won’t enjoy you as much as I do.” She got off the bed and wrapped a long robe around herself. She took the bloodstained whip out of Jason’s hand and placed it on the bed. “A woman like that is exactly what we both want.”

Jason scowled. “What you want? Why the hell should I care what you want?”

“Because I can show you ways to pleasure yourself that you haven’t even considered.”

Mildly curious, Jason asked, “Who do you have in mind? I’ve had all sorts of women, and none, well, almost none of them satisfied me.” He smiled at the memory of young Wendy Abbott, his first conquest. “There was one who came close, but she died too quickly.”

“I can help you prolong your satisfaction.” Marianne knew she had Jason’s attention and hurried to continue. “Have you ever had two women at once? Or watched one woman punish another one?” She grinned. “If not, you should have invited John Sutcliffe to one of our delightful brunches.”

Jason remembered Sutcliffe’s remarks at the wedding reception and waited for Marianne to continue.

“More than once, John would take me first and then call one of the family’s many young female servants into his bedroom. The twits would begin crying when they saw us, but had to do whatever John wanted to keep their job. Should I tell you what we did?”

Jason shook his head. “No, I want you to show me. Didn’t Mother just hire a new maid for you?” He thought for a second. “Yes, a ginger bit of fluff. Mother called her, I think, yes, Daisy. If nobody’s taken her cherry yet, this might possibly prove interesting.” He sat up on the bed and put his arms behind his head. “Go get her, and you can show me.” He languidly motioned for Marianne to leave, which she quickly did before he changed his mind.

Half an hour later, Marianne returned, pulling the barefooted maid behind her. The 16-year-old girl wore only a floor-length, cotton nightgown. “I think she’s still half asleep, and she’s not sure why I need a maid this late at night.” She walked with Daisy over to where Jason was waiting for them. “Shall I tell her, or do you want to?”

Jason shrugged. “Well, this is your idea, so you go ahead.” Using his right hand, he patted the bed beside him. “Daisy, come join me.”

The girl’s eyes opened wide at the sight in front of her. Jason, naked and stretched out on top of the sheet, began slowly masturbating. This was the first time he’d seen the maid, and he already wanted her.

“Not yet,” ordered Marianne, seeing how quickly Jason became aroused. “Daisy, do you want your master? Be honest and tell me the truth.”

“No, mistress, I ain’t never had no man touch me, never mind a toff like him. Me mum warned me to be a good girl, not a tart, when I got this here position.” Daisy began moving away from the bed, but Marianne grabbed her arm before she got too far.

Chapter 150

September 30, 1897 At the Edgeworth estate

“Jason, move over a bit.” Marianne waited until there was plenty of room on the bed before pushing Daisy onto it. When the young girl tried to get away, Marianne quickly got on the bed, sandwiching Daisy between her and Jason.

Daisy started crying in earnest when she felt her nightgown moving. Marianne was slowly pulling it up and eventually exposed Daisy’s legs all the way to her upper thighs.

“Please, mistress, this ain’t right.”

“Oh, on the contrary,” whispered Marianne, rubbing her hand up and down Daisy’s right leg, the one closest to her. “This is very right.” She looked over at Jason and saw he was grinning at her. “Any time you want to join in, my husband, feel free.”

“Not yet. You’re doing just fine without me.” He stopped his masturbating and moved onto his side. After slipping his left arm under Daisy’s waist to hold her in place, he asked, “Daisy, why don’t you want me? I can make you happy, and your mum will never know. I promise.” Seeing Marianne’s hand moving closer to Daisy’s crotch, he tightened his hold on the young maid.

“Jason, why don’t you push the gown up a bit more?” Marianne saw the excitement in his eyes at this suggestion. She kept her hand on Daisy’s upper thigh while Jason removed his arm from underneath the crying young girl. “Daisy, you’re our servant and must do whatever we want. You understand that, don’t you?”

Daisy tried one last time to get off the bed, when Jason got on his knees and yanked her nightgown up around her waist. “No, this ain’t seemly. Please, master, don’t do that.”

Jason ignored her and continued dragging the gown up further. Soon, he had pulled it over her head and tossed the nightgown to the foot of the bed. He looked back at Marianne, when Daisy let out a loud moan.

He smiled at the sight in front of him. Marianne had pulled Daisy’s struggling legs apart and crouched down between them. Jason could hear loud sucking sounds coming from the young girl’s crotch once Marianne buried her head there.

He watched his wife’s naked ass wiggling as she dug her tongue into Daisy’s vagina. Jason saw Daisy fighting against this invasion, but Marianne had a fierce hold on her thighs. “My god, Marianne, I didn’t know women liked to do that.”

Marianne raised her head to smile at Jason. Her face glistened from the wetness she was forcing out of Daisy’s body. Marianne’s swollen lips were too much for Jason to resist, so he moved down and caught his wife’s head between his hands. After roughly kissing her, he shoved her out of the way.

“My turn.” Jason quickly took over what Marianne had begun. Daisy screamed and tried to get away when he started nibbling the tender flesh at the entrance to her vagina. “Oh, yes. That’s it.” Lying on his stomach with his face deep in Daisy’s crotch, Jason was too busy biting and licking the struggling young girl to notice what Marianne was about to do. He barely felt the bed move when Marianne got off it.

Unable to wait any longer, Jason reluctantly left Daisy’s groin and moved upward to cover her body with his. He was about to insert his swollen penis into Daisy, when he felt a sharp pain. Unseen by him, Marianne had sat down behind him and slapped his ass.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Marianne ordered from behind him. “I want to see you moving.” She laughed, before saying, “I’ve got something here to make you move faster.”

A few minutes earlier, when Marianne went to one of the tables in the hobby room, she found scattered pieces of wood. Picking up one, she nodded. “Round with no splinters, good size. Yes, this should fit perfectly.” Almost as an afterthought, Marianne found some rough sandpaper and wrapped it around the stick. She finally secured this in place with glue. “Yes, that’s more like it.”

Marianne gently rubbed the wood against the entrance to Jason’s rectum. “Do you feel this?” She grinned at his nod. “No, don’t turn around. I want you inside Daisy before I go any further.” She leaned over his ass to see if he was following her instructions. Hearing Daisy’s pitiful cry, Marianne knew her husband was obeying her. “That’s a good boy.” She pushed the wood slowly into Jason, and then pulled it almost all the way out.

“Now move.” Once again, she forced the wood inside him, this time even further. “Just do what I say, and you’ll be fine.” Marianne saw Jason’s hips were only moving slowly and shoved deeper within him. “Don’t be such a lazy bastard. You can do better than that.”

Jason let out a scream when Marianne suddenly twisted the sandpaper-covered wood against the tender skin inside him. He took the hint and heard Marianne laughing while he brutally attacked Daisy. Within seconds, Jason felt himself coming. “Almost there, Marianne, do you want me to come inside her?”

Marianne took the wood piece from Jason’s bruised rectum, and then pulled him out of Daisy. “I want it. Give it to me.” She roughly pushed Jason over onto his back and wrapped her mouth around his penis, swallowing his hot stream of semen as fast as she could.

When she finished and wiped her dripping mouth, she gave two more orders. “Daisy, get out of here and go back to bed.” She watched the tearful and naked maid scurry out of the room. “As for you, Jason, you did fine tonight, but you’re still not as good as John Sutcliffe.”

Although her ruse of pretending to be Jason’s mother failed, Marianne had found another way to dominate her husband.

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Home of the White Dolphin - Segment 31  (GC) Chapters 151 thru 155 #2091672 by J. A. Buxton