Chapter 6

One night, near the end of the summer, Sir Paullis was lying in bed with Stacy. They had just finished fucking gloriously and his cock was still in her.

"You are a wonderful lover," Stacy said, looking at him with adoration.

"You make me that way," he said. "You have become a wonderful lover, too."

She smiled, proud of herself.

"Stacy?"

"Yes, Sir Paullis?"

"I have something I have to tell you and I'm not sure how you are going to react."

"What is it?"

"Do you remember when you first started living with me, and we were going into that hotel for the big party in my honor?"

"Uh huh," Stacy said. She had no idea what Sir Paullis was leading up to.

"And do you remember I told you that you weren't the only girl I kept?"

"Yes." Stacy frowned and thought. "You said you had identical twins in London."

"That's right, well, Kathy and Judy Ann wrote me a letter and it arrived this morning. They said they miss me a lot. I have been gone a long time."

Stacy did not like the way the conversation was going. She did not like the thought that Sir Paullis had other homes far away and other lovers that she did not know. She wanted to think of herself as his only love but she knew this could never be so.

"Are you going away?" Stacy asked him with tears filling her dark eyes.

"No, it's not that bad. It's just that my home is in America now, so I have decided to sell the house in London and have the two girls come live with us."

"Does that mean I will have to share you with them?" Stacy asked. A single teardrop rolled down her smooth cheek.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," Sir Paullis said. "But it doesn't mean I love you any less. You know you are my special angel. It just means that I won't be coming around for my visits very often."

"No, please, Sir Paullis," Stacy begged. "Tell them to stay where they are. Tell them to find lovers of their own. I want you to be mine alone just as I am yours."

But Stacy new it could never be. The arrangements had already been made.

"How will this change my life here at the Cockerham Estate?" Stacy asked, trying to pull herself together.

"These girls are your age and I was hoping the three of you could get to be very good friends."

Stacy was unsure. The twins had already learned to share Sir Paullis since there was two of them, but Stacy felt she would always compete for his affections, especially if the competition lived in the same house.

"Now let's not talk about it anymore," the poet said.

He kissed her on her full lips, and kissed the tears away from her cheeks. They hugged each other tight. Paullis said he had to go, and as was his nature, he left swiftly, leaving Stacy to ponder the strange news.

Stacy had remembered Paullis telling her of the twins, but she had thrust it at once into the back of her mind. She wondered what they were like. Would Marlene do the same things for them after their baths that she did for Stacy?

Stacy was troubled. Everything had been perfect. Why had Sir Paullis been so cruel as to invite them into her domain?

But then she realized how selfish she was being. The twins loved Paullis also and they had every right to his love.

Content that everything would work out somehow, Stacy rolled over, feeling the good feeling of Paullis' come between her thighs, and went to sleep.

Judy Ann and Kathy were to arrive at the New York City airport the following Saturday. Marlene and Stacy had taken the limo into the city to shop for appropriate greeting clothes.

Stacy picked out a white frilly dress, with matching shoes that buckled on the top. Marlene picked out a wide-b-rimmed flowery hat to go with the outfit.

On Saturday morning, Stacy got up bright and early and looked out the window. The sky was black and it was raining buckets. Stacy hoped this wasn't a bad omen.

She put on her new clothes, looking at herself in the mirror to make sure everything was just so.

As she stepped down the spiral staircase she saw Sir Paullis at the bottom, already dressed and looking up at her.

"What do you think?" Stacy said, searching for a little flattery.

"I think you are a queen," he said, and his British accent made her melt. .

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she curtsied and Sir Paullis bowed. He took her by the hand and together they made a run for it to the limo that was waiting right outside. It would be a shame to get her pretty clothes wet right off the bat.

"Are you nervous?" Paullis asked her, still holding her hand in the back of the long luxury car.

"Yes," she said meekly, and she gave his hand a little squeeze. He squeezed back and told her it was going to be all right.

The car pulled out of the long driveway, down to the main road. The windshield wipers beat out a friendly rhythm that reminded Stacy of fucking.

Very little was said on the long car-ride into New York.

Stacy was nervous about meeting two people who were so important in Sir Paullis' life.

Indeed, they were his when Paullis was nothing to Stacy but a childhood crush.

Paullis was excited because it had been a very long time since he had seen his two identical lovers. My God, he thought to himself, they were almost eighteen. Soon he would have no legal rule over them and they could do as they pleased.

He wondered if they would stay, even after they didn't have to, and he figured they probably would not. Young people should be allowed to roam and find out the ways of the world for themselves.

Judy Ann and Kathy would leave him soon, just like the others had. But he did not fret much. He would still have Stacy for another year and a half, and there were always teen-age orphan girls who needed a nice home.

His bed would never be empty.

The limo pulled up in front of the large airline terminal and once again Stacy and Sir Paullis ran to keep from getting wet. The twins' plane was going to be a little late so they got themselves something quick to eat and went to the gate to wait.

When the plane showed up Stacy realized she would" have no trouble recognizing the girls. They would be the only identical twins on the plane.

When she did see them she was shocked to see they were beautiful oriental girls. Stacy had never suspected that they were anything other than English.

The twins ran up Sir Paullis and leaped into his arms.

They were tiny, with small tits, and very little asses. But their faces were flawless. But Stacy knew why Paullis liked them so much. Neither looked a minute over thirteen.

Paullis could hold one in each arm and lift them both off the floor.

They giggled and showered his cheeks with wet kisses. It was obvious they adored him just as much as Stacy did.

"Girls," Sir Paullis said. "I would like to introduce you to a young lady who has been staying with me here in America."

He set the girls down and gestured towards Stacy. He was wearing a false smile.

"This is Stacy," he said. "Stacy, this is Judy Ann and Kathy."

"Pleased to meet you," Stacy said politely.

The two young oriental girls put their hands on their hips and frowned.

"Where did you find her?" one of the girls said snottily with a British accent.

Stacy didn't know which one spoke, and she realized that even after she got to know them she would have a hard time telling them apart. She wondered if Paullis could tell them apart.

Stacy was confused at the cold reaction the girls were giving her. But then it occurred to her. They had seniority over her. It was not they that were new to the situation, it was Stacy.

Stacy, figured correctly that Sir Paullis had forgotten to mention her to his European love-mates.

Paullis told the two girls the story of how Stacy had come to live at the Cockerham Estate West. They were not impressed. They whispered things to each other, looking at Stacy, and giggled. When they weren't laughing at her, they looked down their noses at her with cool appraising eyes.

Paullis laughed and asked the twins how life had been without him.

"Just awful," one said.

"We missed you so much," said the other.

Stacy decided that if they wanted to be catty she could play that game too.

"Paullis," Stacy said. "The rain seems to have let up. Why don't we go to the car now."

"In just a second dear," Sir Paullis said, and continued to chatter in the twins direction.

Stacy felt horrible. Already she was being ignored.

On the ride back to Westchester County Stacy felt as if she was invisible. She felt as if she wasn't in the car at all. The other three seemed to have so much to talk about and none of it concerned her in the least.

It was true, they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Stacy decided to keep her cool and hope the whole thing would blow over. The novelty of their return to his side would wear off in no time at all, then Stacy could go back to being Sir Paullis' main squeeze.

But the situation did not get any better. For a solid week Sir Paullis did not pay Stacy a single visit. The twins were put up in the room next to Stacy, and each night she could hear the laughing and the sighing and the moans of pleasure. She would cry herself to sleep.

She was not allowed to speak to Ronald, so Marlene was her only comfort. Thank God the maid had not turned against her.

"What do you think of the twins?" Stacy asked her one evening while she was getting her bath.

"I think they are stuck up little bitches," Marlene said. "But I have to be nice to them. It is the master's orders."

"How nice are you?"

Marlene understood what she meant.

"Don't worry, I bathe them rough and I never touch them anywhere where it might feel good."

"You understand."

Stacy was relieved. Marlene would be true to her.

When the maid was shaving her, Stacy asked, "Do you have to shave the twins also."

"They do not grow much hair anyway," Marlene had said. "It is not needed to shave them."

One night, while Stacy was lying asleep in her big soft bed, she heard a small tap at the door. Figuring it was Marlene feeling horny, she cheerfully asked whoever it was to come in.

When she heard two pairs of feet, she knew who it was. She through on the light and the twins were standing in her bedroom, wearing bathrobes, looking at her and laughing.

"What do you want?" Stacy said. She tried to sound angry, but mostly she sounded sleepy.

"We just wanted to have a little talk to you. To make sure you had things straight."

"What do you mean?" Stacy asked, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fist and yawning.

"We figured you thought you were hot shit when you had Sir Paullis all to yourself, and we figured it was about time you knew you don't mean shit to him."

"What do you mean? What are you talking about? That's a dirty he!" Stacy began to scream. She was very angry now. "Get out of here! You two tramps get the hell out of here or I'd tell Paullis!"

But they did not leave.

"Paullis sent us," one of them said. Stacy did not know she was lying. "He said we were supposed to show you how we fuck so you can improve."

Stacy couldn't believe it, but she knew she would have to be nice to them or risk being punished again.

"What do you do that is so special?" Stacy asked, her voice softening. She was curious why this visit was necessary. If there was anything for her to learn, she was willing to give it a try. Especially if it gave Sir Paullis pleasure.

At that the two tiny twins moved rapidly. Before Stacy could complain they had shoved a gag in her mouth, and hand-cuffed her wrists behind her back.

Stacy's heart filled with fear.

Stacy did not wonder where they had gotten the hand-cuffs, but she did try to cry out. No matter how hard she tried to yell for help, the gag muffled the sound so she could not be heard. The two little oriental girls just stood there and laughed at her.

"We understand you take beatings very well," one of the twins said. "We decided we wanted to find out for ourselves."

Had Sir Paullis told them of her punishment? Stacy wondered. Was he telling them all of their deepest and darkest secrets during his visits to the next room. Stacy had always felt that what went on between she and Sir Paullis was always to be kept an absolute secret.

Naturally, Stacy had made a few comments to Marlene about how good he fucked and stuff like that, but she would never have given Marlene details. She would have considered that to be an invasion of Sir Paullis' precious privacy.

But she was in no position to ask the twins where they had found that out.

"Of course, we don't have to beat you. We could just fuck the living daylights out of you."

And with that the other twin pulled out a battery operated vibrator. She flicked a little switch at the base and it began to hum.

Stacy's eyes went wide. She could tell that the twins were not going to be gentle with her. She began to kick out with her feet. She decided to put up the best fight she could. But there was two of them and only one of her, and they knew the disciplines of the martial arts.

Stacy got nothing out of her struggle except a sore neck. When it was over, they had used the terry-cloth belts to their bathrobes to tie Stacy's feet to the bedposts.

Stacy's hands were still cuffed behind her back and her shoulders hurt a lot. The two girls had evil looks on their faces. Tears streamed out of Stacy's eyes and into her saliva soaked gag.

One of the twins was just about to jam the buzzing dildo hard into Stacy's pussy when there was another knock at the door.

The girl snapped off the dildo so it stopped buzzing and gestured to the other to be quiet with a fore-finger on her lips. It was very quiet in the bedroom. The only sound was the labored breathing of the three girls.

"Stacy? Are you asleep?"

It was Marlene. Stacy's eyes lit up. She was being rescued. The door opened and Marlene let out a scream at what she say. Throwing big blockbuster right and lefts she hit each of the twins square in the jaw and knocked them down. They began to cry and put their hands over their faces.

"Master!" Marlene screamed. "Master come quickly!"

Marlene's voice showed the way her heart was beating.

One of the girls tried to get up and say something, but a stiff kick in the ribs by Marlene's pointed shoe, laid her back out.

Sir Paullis came running into the room.

"What's going on in here?" he said.

Marlene tried to explain everything at once, and it came out half English and half Swedish.

But Sir Paullis got the idea. He pulled the gag out of Stacy's mouth and untied her legs.

"Where's the key to the hand-cuffs?"

One of the girls pointed at her pussy.

"We were going to make her get it with her tongue," she said in a small voice.

Paullis reached in harshly with two fingers and pulled out the key, scraping in along the walls of the girls cunt-hole, hurting her. He then opened the hand-cuffs and Stacy was free.

Stacy, more than anyone knew what would happen to the twins now.

Paullis grabbed them each by the hair and dragged them from the room.

Marlene stayed with Stacy and patted her on the hand.

"Hush, baby. It's all over now. Everything is okay now," Marlene said in her most soothing voice.

The emotional realization of what had just happened to her hit Stacy all at once and she broke into heaving sobs.

Marlene allowed her to bury her head in her breast and get it all out. She stroked her hair and purred into her ear.

In the next room, Stacy and Marlene could hear the smacking noises of Paullis hitting the twins, followed by the screams of agony. Then there were more screams with no hitting noises, and Stacy knew they were getting Big Mike up the ass.

Marlene stayed by Stacy's side.

The screams of the twins torture lasted all night.

The next day the twins were, without any hoopla or fanfare, put on a plane back to London, where they would live until they became of age in a convent.

This short, painful episode in Stacy's life was over.

That night Sir Paullis entered Stacy's room just as he had every night before Judy Ann and Kathy had arrived.

He slipped into bed beside her.

Placing his hand gently on her thigh, he said to her, "I want you to know I am very sorry about what happened."

"It's okay," Stacy said in her little girl voice. She hadn't had any cock in over a week and she was very, very horny.

"Not just about how the twins treated you, but about how I acted when they were here. I neglected you and I never gave any thought to how hurt you must have felt."

"Well," Stacy said, cocking her head to one side. "It does get pretty lonely in here at night alone."

"You don't have to be alone anymore," Sir Paullis whispered in her ear while running his big strong hands over her firm tits.

They kissed long and wet, their hands free to explore one another.

"And," Sir Paullis added. "This won't be your bedroom anymore."

Stacy-looked confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Are you sending me away?"

Paullis laughed at her childish worries.

"No, my sweet. You are my only girl now and I think you have earned the right to sleep in the master bedroom."

Stacy was so excited she could hardly speak. She knew that no one other than Paullis had seen the inside of that room since his wife had died. Not even the maid was allowed in there. Paullis made his own bed and did his own dusting. If something went wrong with the toilet, Paullis fixed it. He would never allow anyone to set foot inside that room.

"I'm so happy," Stacy exclaimed. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.

"Would you like to see your new room now?" Paullis suggested.

Stacy was already out of bed and putting her clothes on. By the time he had thrown on his robe she was standing by the door waiting for him to lead the way.

They only had to walk across the hall. Paullis pulled a key out of the pocket in his robe and unlocked the door.

"I will have a key to this door made for you," Sir Paullis said. "You will still take your baths and shaves in your old room. I do not want to catch the maid in here. I am allowing you into a sacred place, so you must learn to respect that sacredness."

Stacy nodded.

It was as if Sir Paullis knew that Stacy had something going on the side with the maid. She would sleep at night with the poet, but she would still be allowed to have her privacy with Marlene. Stacy wondered why Paullis had never made an effort to see her or speak to her during the maid's nightly visits. She suspected he knew everything that went on between them.

Had she ever been able to keep anything from his? No, he had always been a step ahead of her. But she knew that he did not want her to know he knew, so she vowed to not mention it.

Paullis opened the door to the most beautiful room she had ever seen. It was the only room in the house that had kept its feminine touch, probably because nothing had been changed since Lady Cockerham had passed away.

The bed was large and canopied. A gold-plated sink came out of the wall. Above it was a large mirror surrounded by carved oak. Every piece in the room looked as if it belonged in a museum. Stacy had thought she was living in luxury before.

She realized that until this moment she had had no idea what luxury was.

Paullis dropped his robe to the floor and Stacy could see his penis was already erect and ready for fucking.

Stacy's little teenage heart was racing. She looked at the room, then she looked at Paullis' cock, and then she looked at the room again. It was all too much for her joyous mind to take.

She fell against him with a swoon and pressed her tits snugly against him. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, undressing her.

The bed felt like heaven. Stacy's lips became open and full. She parted her knees and made a low sexy hissing noise.

Paullis lay gently down beside her. He ran his fingertips over her body, savoring every inch of her.

Stacy's eyes glazed over with lust and she opened herself to her man. She ran her hands over his wide shoulders down to the small of his back, where she paused for a moment with her palm flat. She then continued down his body, feeling with her fingers the cute dimple just above the crack of his ass. Sir Paullis was a very hairy man and Stacy loved to run her fingers through it. She slipped the middle finger of her right hand between his cheeks, and teased him by playing with the mouth of his asshole.

"Watch it," he said with a smile. "You might get me horny."

"I wouldn't want to do that," Stacy said with a devilish look and they both laughed through their passion.

"Would you like me to eat you out?" Paullis asked.

It was the first time that Paullis had ever asked her a question in bed. Before this he had always instructed her to do things or told her what he was going to do. Stacy wondered what she had done to deserve such added respect.

Perhaps when Paullis had seen the way the twins reacted to her, and the way she had never complained during the ordeal, he realized how special she was.

"No," Stacy said. "Don't eat me out. Fuck me. Fuck me long and good and let us christen my new home in these sacred chambers."

It was the most poetic thing Stacy had ever had the nerve to say in front of Paullis. She wondered if he would laugh at her.

But he swooned, and began to sob on her shoulder.

"What is it? What is wrong?" Stacy said, stroking the top of his head.

"It's just that you are so perfect. You have always been perfect, and I never saw it before. I wanted to control you and I didn't know you didn't need to be controlled. I don't want you to leave when you turn eighteen."

"Don't worry," Stacy said. "That won't happen for over a year yet. There's a long time left. But even if I go away to school, I will always know where home is."

And then she reached down and held his stiff prick in her hands. She could feel it pulsing with desire.

"Fuck me now," she said so softly he could hardly hear her.

She spread her legs further apart and he slid his hard rod into her bubbling cooze.

She gasped as she felt his prick for the first time in over a week. He was very excited by the emotions they had shared that evening, and he did not fuck her slowly. He pounded away at her cunt with tremendous thrusts of his hips and she raised her ass off the bed to meet him.

They came together with mind-shattering orgasms.

They fell silent in each others arms.