Anonymous - Venus in the Country

“But what will dear Mama say?” Helen wished to know.

“Your Mama is also being attended to-although not in the same manner as Miranda,” Pamela replied a trifle indiscreetly, though Helen was so excited at the prospect of attending the ball at last that she took very little notice of the rejoinder, being assured-as her Papa was-that Pamela had all things well in hand.

Seeing all things so far to her satisfaction, Pamela retired to see how the rest of the household was proceeding. In the lobby leading to the morning room, she discovered Captain Dancer loitering, he having discreetly absented himself during Sir Richard's brief address to the guests.

“Why, dear Captain, you are just the person I wished to see-before you leave, that is,” Pamela said with a winning smile.

Casting his eyes about him and satisfying himself that they were alone, the randy Captain moved closer to her, for he now saw himself in a fair way to conclude the day's merriments in some privacy with her.

Deftly avoiding his embrace, Pamela slipped past him into the morning room where they could be clearly seen by two of the gardeners.

“I wished only to say, dear Captain, that you will not fuck me tomorrow night,” Pamela said sweetly.

The Captain's mouth gaped, for he had not in truth expected her to use such a term nor to address him in such a way.

“I say!” he began with some attempt at bluster, whilst an angry flush appeared upon his cheeks. Dammit, the girl was but a servant, however well placed, and could be mounted at will as the day's events had shown.

“If you do, or if you attempt so to do-no matter what the jollities-I shall squeeze your balls so hard that you will shout the roof off,” Pamela declared briskly and in a manner that quite surprised herself.

“Look here-I say!” responded the ever more astonished gentleman. He had never known such a turnabout and knew not for the moment how to handle such a contretemps.

“Please do not say or you may shock the gardeners. I bid you good day, sir,” Pamela said whilst opening the door that led out onto the lawns.

“My goodness, by Jove, I have never heard the like of this!” spluttered the Captain.

“You may hear it yet again, sir, and more loudly if you do not hurry,” said Pamela who, having clearly got the upper hand by means of sheer surprise, was quite enjoying herself. That she had spoken in an unladylike manner was perhaps regrettable, but she saw no other course for it. Moreover, the unexpectedly prim and stern expression on her face was quite out of character with all her previous demeanours and quite chilled poor Dancer's heart.

“I shall carry a hatpin,” Pamela hissed for final effect whilst the bewildered Captain stumbled without.

“I say!” he said again, finding no other words to speak. Indeed, to his mind, the fair creature-wanton and luscious as she had proven up to now-had gone all of a dilly and was clearly not to be trusted. As well perhaps that he did not attend the ball at all, he told himself in some confusion and hied to the stable to fetch his horse.

For Pamela, the prospect now looked much more pleasing, for since Helen would be in disguise tomorrow night, she was now well protected from the rascal's lust.

Having by now ridden four maidens of the parish, the Reverend Edmund Hart was in prime condition to attend the hunt ball, it having been finally settled that he would do so in the guise of a monk and Agnes as a nun.

In such garb, Agnes in particular felt they would look their most respectable and enjoined her dear brother not to indulge in any lewd or unseemly acts- whereat he naturally protested much, saying that he would not dream of it in the presence of their august hosts. At the same time, being ever more conscious of his sister's voluptuous charms, he advised her the same and so a pact was made.

Unknown to the pair of schemers, however, Pamela had her own ideas upon the matter and was minded to revenge herself for the lordly manner in which they had treated her, though she had found it not totally unenjoyable. The punch that was to be served that evening had been mixed under her supervision, and the fact that the dear girl knew little enough about such potent mixtures added in the end to its potency, as all were to discover.

Conserving such wisdom as she could summon in the entire matter, Lady Bromley calmly accepted all the new arrangements, being minded to bide her time and oust Pamela when the first opportunity arose. Miranda presented quite another problem, for she would have to be confined to her room during the festivities. This Pamela gave much thought to, being convinced that the little minx would, in any event, spy upon the proceedings at some stage-and that at which her presence might be the least heeded. Aware in her own discreet ways that Miranda had been guided to her destiny the night before and most pleasurably corked, Pamela decided to let her attend in the guise of a pretty little shepherdess, whilst ensuring that she wore a tight and secure pair of drawers that would at least cover her modesty should her skirts be lifted.

Unknown to Pamela, however, Miranda-having several times absorbed the manly juices of her sire during the night-was not of a mind to conform to such undesirable safeguards of her treasures and so, with nimble fingers, and the aid of a pair of scissors parted the offending garment fore and aft before descending to the revels.

In all previous times, Lady Bromley had seated her selected guests at dinner, plying them with such an ” abundance of varied dishes and so many bottles of wine and champagne that all were well primed. So much so had they been on such occasions that twice had a different maidservant been put over the great dining table during the courses and, amid much bibulous laughter from the ladies and gentlemen, been put to the cock ere she could assist in serving the dessert.

All this Pamela would have none of. Such occasions were to be completely shielded from the servants, she vowed, and in place of a seven-course dinner she had arranged an elaborate buffet of which many bowls of her special punch provided the centrepieces. For the first two hours of the merriment, during which chastity was preserved, a small orchestra played and thus helped to uplift even more the spirits of the company in anticipation of what was to follow. The musicians being dismissed at the hour of eleven, all was ready for the voluptuous revels.

Somewhat bemused by the liquor he had imbibed, the Reverend Hart was delighted to find that the mysteries of his cassock attracted the wandering hands of several ladies. Unknown to Agnes, he had left himself totally unadorned beneath, and hence his cock and balls were free to explorations. Indeed, in no time at all the considerable weapon prodded forth from the gap in his robe-a phenomenon which Agnes might have ensured was hid again were it not that she herself was under amourous assault. At her rear, one gentleman thrust his hand up beneath her black garb to explore the large hemispheres of warm, firm flesh that he was quick to discover. Another meanwhile delved his hand between her titties and discovered the gelatinous mounds so much to his liking that he was quick to uncover them and commence sucking upon her protruding nipples.

It was all exceedingly unseemly, Agnes decided, but as everyone else seemed to be in course of disrobing or uncovering the other dozen girls and ladies, she felt not entirely alone. Pamela was quick to espy, however, that the inviting bottom of Agnes had been the first to reveal itself and so roundly declared that she should be put to the birch for “inviting wickedness.”

Delighted at the intrusion of such a hypocritical interlude, all around her assented eagerly, whereat a surprised and protesting Agnes was dragged and carried by willing hands to a convenient bench over which she was put without further ado. In all other circumstances, her brother Edmund might well have gone to her rescue, but precisely at that moment, two ladies of distinction were providing him with sufficient attention to distract him completely. One, it must be confessed, had already taken his large glowing knob into her mouth, whilst the other, whose skirts were to her waist, exuded willing sighs while Edmund fervently fondled her well-padded notch.