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by Lemming And slowly he cupped her breast, feeling the heat of his passion pressing against her thigh. He knew he should wait but when confronted with the most erotic image of... Of Babette, soaking wet from the rain, waiting for him in the hallway, with her white lacy shift clinging to her shapely body ... He knew he couldn't wait. Dammit, he was a man, and she was definately all woman! He reached for her, needily... hungrily. Tortorously, he ran his fingers lightly down her neck. All patience aside, he could not wait any longer! He ripped open the front to the nightgown, exposing her rosy-tipped breasts to the flikering light of the gas lamp. "Oh, Chauncey!" Babette gasped, as his hands took possesion of her sleek haunches. He stared slowly encircling first one nipple, then the other.. He tore violently at the rest of the nightgown and dropped it hurridly on the floor. "Yes, yes!" cried Babette. Chauncey pushed her heedlessly to the ground, bringing her lithesome body to rest of the Aubausson carpet. Just then, Marie entered the room! Babette lay helpless on the floor, a salve to her passions, with Chauncey kneeling over her. Marie took this all in at a glance! Marie is horrified to see her older sister in such deshabille, but at the same time, looking at Chauncey's rippling biceps, she felt a stirring in her blood... Chauncey looked up, distracted from his task at hand, and noticed Marie. Aye, notice her he did. He took in the way her fingers were twisting at her nightgown, inching it higher and higher up her slender legs, exposing exquisite ankles, and shapely.... calves. Just then, Bowser, the family's faithful schnauzer happened upon this scene of debauchery upon the expensive Aubausson rug... With Lars, the De Monteverdi's handsome stable boy quick at Bowser's heels...Lars grabs marie with an animal passion, taken over by brach lust, to touch the youngest daughter of the Count De Monteverdi would surely result in a painful punishment if he was caught. Bowser is frightened by the blatant sexuality running rampant in the room, and runs hurridly out. Lars beings ravishing Marie, with one eye on Chauncey and the lithesome Batte, and the other on Marie's faceful exploding with untempered passions. Unfortunatly for poor Marie, Lars has thought for only one woman. The one who broke his heart, so many years ago in Trinidad. As he became more and more aroused, he began whispering her name in a litany of lust... "Tara, Tara, my love..." Meanwhile, back on the floor, Babette is laying on her back, with Chauncey slavering over her. "Marie!" Babette struggles for decency. "Who's Tara?!" Exclaims Marie, shoving at poor Lars... Just then, Rand, the Count De Monteverdi enteres the room, aghast. Just then, Shawna tells Tom she's pregnant. Tom reels, he's horrified! How's he going to explain this to his wife, Melissa? She'll never understand him bedding the kitchen wench. Poor Tom Servo is at a loss. Ever since he'd lost all his money due to some unwise investments, he'd been completely supported by his wife, and she'll cut him off if she needed. He'd created another heir to the De Monteverdi kingdom... Tom realizes he's made the mistake of a lifetime. But wait, he's struck with a thought... If Tom murders Shawna, he won't have to answer for his sins! He looks at Shawna's throat, and his fingers tighten convulsively... Shawna lies choking on the floor, dark bruises on her neck. Tom tosses her light body out the window into the moat, where it sinks, he hopes, into oblvion. Unfortuantly, Tom cannot keep himself out of trouble for long... Kia, the lusty, busty chatelaine of the castle has been all together too forward in her advances lately, with Shawna out of the way. Kia knows Tom's wife is frigid. Little does Tom know, though, that his wife Melissa has only been frigid with him because she is only turned on by men of a lower class... and at night she warms her bed with the castles young pages... Melissa has developed a certain fondness for one onf the youngest one, who is only ten years her junior, yet still hardly a teenager. "Oh, Six-gun!" Melissa cries out in passion, as the poor unsuspecting boy... Six-gun kneels confusedly down in front of Melissa, wondering why it is always _HE_ who has to draw her bath, and helps her scrub.. not being aware of the Countesses' ravaging eyes sweeping over his lithe form... Unfortunatly, Countess Melissa isn't the only one in the castle with warped desires... Tom Servo has _ALSO_ been watching the poor young page... Tom is striding down the hallway, his leather boots clomping along the passageway, and he hunts for Sir Joe... He pauses momentarily, struck by the sight of Lady Juliet, his ward, playing in the garden... Noticing her iridescent beauty, and almond shaped eyes. Quickly he leaps over the wall, and begins to ravish her, out of control with lust, and thought of the nubile Sir Joe pushed father back in his mind... Juliet is pushed back on the becnh, skirts pushed around her waist, with Tom fumbling at his belt, when Tarnished Copper, the castle's cook, strikes him over the head with a frying pan. Tom lies on the ground, with Bowser, the fairthful schnauzer, yapping at his head. Tarnished Copper holds Juliet, reassuring her that she is now safe, and he will keep a watchful eye on her, from now on. Juliet lies sobbing in his arms, "but I love him... I didn't want it to end like this...! If only he wasn't married... hell, even though he is married, I don't think I mind! Why did you have to hit him?!" She struggles to her feet, panting, her breasts heaving agaisnt the light silk red gown... Tarnished Copper abashedly slinks back to the kitchen, to polish more pans, muttering under his breath. Tom wakes up, groggy from his fall to the ground. His eye focus on Juliet, resplendant in the moonlight... Drowningly, he reaches for her anlkes, gasping... His hand creeps up, reaching her garter, teasingly, he pulls it down... watching the silk stocking slowly tumble down with it... Just then, Tom remembers the tight buttocks of Sir Joe... And dashes down the corridor, only to find Sir Joe, already occupied, reclining in a foamy bubble bath with Countess Melissa. Countess Melissa looks horrified, as she pushes Sir Joe away from her to the other end of the tub. Valiantly trying to conceal his erection, Sir Joe climbs out of the tub, and reaches for his clothing...  
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