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Sailors in Silk, Chapter 12B - By: Beverly Taff Characters: Myself: Madeleine, a very effeminate and pretty she-male who is vigorous and entire. Elizabeth: My erstwhile long term sapphic partner. Azure: Our wise Moorish doctor and herbalist. Thomasina: Once called Timothy a deck boy who was injured and castrated by an exploding cannon. Davinia: Once called David but also injured and castrated by the same exploding cannon. Najanga: An African Princess, freed from a slave trading ship. Axetl: A bisexual Amazonian shaman who left her tribe to join our lesbian crew. Trysta: An escaped Cornish Bondswoman rescued by us whilst being hunted Sally: Trysta's partner, an African slave girl who escaped with Trysta. Eric: Elizabeth's older brother who she rescued from a pirate attack. Amelia: The Duke's daughter and only child. (Soon to marry Eric.) Beverly: My and Elizabeth's son. Originally called William but renamed Beverly when his transvestism was revealed. Now a very effeminate, affectionate and attractive sissy with a gentle nature thanks to Azure's herbal drugs. Antoinette: Our real daughter and Beverly's twin sister. They are now virtually identical twins except of course for their true genders. Bridget: The twins cum maid. Eric and Amelia - Chapter 12B We finished our breakfasts quickly and the rest of the house was only just stirring as we dressed. Amelia retreated to her own bedroom and called her maid to come and dress her. She would then appear from her own bedroom as demurely as her station and reputation as a duke's daughter and Eric's prospective bride demanded. Our children first bathed and dressed with us then we eagerly brushed each other's hair, as Bridget, our maid-cum-companion fussed with their bows and frills. Soon we were ready and eagerly joined the growing melee as the house now sprang to life. It was a crisp sunny November morn and Eric's eyes widened when he beheld Amelia emerging from her rooms. "You're foot's better then," he observed. "To tell the truth," confessed Amelia with a little smile, "It was never hurt. It was just a lady's ploy to rest from all the activity last night. My card was full and I was exhausted." Eric was pleased to here this. Amelia had spent a lot of the later evening in his company and he was secretly pleased that she appeared to find his company agreeable. In truth Eric had mellowed and improved measurably since discovering his sterility. Sterility had affected his conceited view of his own 'manliness' and brought him right down to earth, however, Amelia knew nothing of Eric's problems and she was indeed genuinely enamoured of the future Earl. She had been very hurt after discovering that Eric's attitude had cooled towards her for she had not realised that Eric was consumed and stunned by discovering the permanence of his own sterility. He had genuinely felt it would be cruel and unfair to marry Amelia then deny her the right to bear children. As a duke's daughter herself Amelia felt she had every right to expect marriage to another high ranking noble. To her, Eric was a perfect partner, and a 'really fine, decent fellow' to boot. Additionally he was to inherit a huge fortune and she would return as the wife and mistress to what had once been her own home. She had been devastated when Eric declared that he would be unable to marry her for private reasons. She had at first thought that he was perhaps of the 'other persuasion' but when this was demonstrated to be false she felt hurt and rejected. After the fun of the previous night's ball Amelia was determined to capture Eric's heart. Amelia's mind was set. It would be a match made in heaven and she would help to make it. Eric kept his problem a secret. He still harboured feint hopes of a recovery. After breakfast they had decided to go riding and riders were sent to the neighbouring gentry to accompany them if they wished. Horses were readied and by mid morning, a large party had gathered in front of the house. Neighbouring gentry and ladies had turned up to join the party and a large picnic was organised at one of the local beauty spots. Most of the younger servants were a little shocked to see Elizabeth, myself, Azure the Arabian princess and indeed our two beautiful daughters dressed in silky voluminous split riding bloomers as we mounted our horses sitting astride like men. Of course the tales of our adventures had spread across the country and everybody was keen to see us. Every person who owned a horse had readily accepted the open invitation to the picnic. The local gentry displayed a genuine interest in our delightful daughters especially when a delightful flash of silky calf was displayed as the bloomers rode their shapely legs. Amelia looked askance at us and frowned at the gentlemen's prurient interests. However the mood of the party was not to be dampened. Finally one of Amelia's father's last faithful retainers brought her own favourite mare over from the dower house and Eric courteously helped her mount the mare 'side-saddle' as any proper lady would. "Won't you ruin yourselves riding like that?" she exclaimed to Elizabeth and me. Elizabeth smiled and exchanged grins with her brother. "We've ridden rougher steeds than this and lived, haven't we Eric?" Eric grinned ruefully as he recalled the memories of his sister returning across the Indian Ocean with him in the protective convoy. To have some fun when the winds freshened, Elizabeth had sometimes swapped commands with her erstwhile Cornish friend Trysta. Trysta savoured the comfort of the larger ship, The Damsel, for a few days whilst Elizabeth had ridden in the nimble schooner, called The Cornish Maid. As the convoy had traveled together, Eric had often watched his sister standing with the swift little schooner's tiller clamped between her slender graceful thighs and swaying sensually as she guided the craft slicing across the waves. His sister Elizabeth had looked every inch the warrior queen riding the ocean's waves as her nimble steed tossed and plunged under her feet whilst her long golden hair flew out like sea spray in the wind. It came as no surprise to Eric that his sister rode astride a horse like a man, though he was secretly glad that Amelia was a little more ladylike and genteel. As they set out, he brought his own horse beside Amelia's for company. The Earl's huge estate backed onto the open downs and the party had free rein of miles of open country as they indulged their passion for riding. High on the open hills they enjoyed the light picnic by a beautiful waterfall and savoured a fine view of the immense panorama that was Eric's future inheritance. In a brief moment of privacy, Eric finally proposed their marriage and Amelia agreed to speak to her father though secretly she was ecstatic. Later they all raced back and a few took a tumble but none were seriously injured. The idea was to work up an appetite for Sunday tea so they returned well readied and hungry. Azure being an excellent Arabian horsewoman, easily won the race on her own spectacular Arabian stallion. The other country gentlemen in the party viewed her with immense respect after her stupendous display. Indeed the old Duke and the Earl had thought there had been an accident to see the Eastern Princess return so far ahead of the others. It was a relieved pair of fathers who saw the rest of the party return intact. After such a display of stamina and speed, the more knowing horsemen begged Azure to let them breed their mares from her strange but noble foreign horse. Later that evening Amelia spoke to her father and Eric's offer was accepted. On the Monday morning Amelia declared her betrothal to Eric. Preparations were made for a late spring or early summer wedding. We were invited to spend Christmas at the Earl's house, but in the new-year; business affairs in Paris finally forced us to reluctantly return. Amelia demanded that we take her back to Paris where she could have her trousseau made up in the latest Parisian fashions. With her parent's consent this was agreed and we arrived in Paris by late March. Amelia was amazed and ecstatic when she discovered our activities in Paris. She rested for a day then accompanied us to our business the next morning "You mean all this cloth and these silks are yours?" she gasped. "All of it," I replied, "this whole warehouse and that other one across the river." "And you have a fleet of ships as well!" We nodded and pointed across the river Seine to the other warehouse. A river barge drawn upstream by several horses was just docking and we recognised Trysta's familiar form. After docking the barge, Trysta crossed the river to pay her compliments. The Damsel was docked at Hornfleur and the most valuable goods had been dispatched upstream to Paris under Trysta's immediate control. Amelia was introduced to another partner in our business. It had been another very successful voyage and Trysta had many bank credit notes to present to our bankers. There was much to do and we quickly found ourselves immersed in commerce so Amelia respectfully made her excuses. As good hosts our 'daughters' Beverly and Antoinette showed Amelia and her two ladies maids around the city whilst Elizabeth and I took up our business affairs. They returned in the late afternoon, exhausted and excited by the countless fashions and displays. "I just don't know where to start!" lamented Amelia, "There's just so much to take in." As it was the first day of April, Daniel had re-opened the outdoor tables of his riverside cafe. We therefore sat outside Daniel's caf? taking in the beautiful spring sunshine and the view of the Seine. It was still a bit cool but we were well wrapped up and the spring greenery was bursting forth. Amelia was ecstatic and chattered endlessly about wedding arrangements. As evening fell, our many friends started to arrive as they had learned of our return. Soon the caf? was buzzing with an electric atmosphere and Amelia's bisexual radar soon picked up the tone. Her eye's widened with unsuppressed pleasure as her gaze met mine and flashed her understanding. Discreetly I nodded towards the door and led Amelia inside. As we met in Daniel's much talked about, newly installed toilette, Amelia struggled to suppress her excitement. "This is a Sapphic rendezvous!" she squeaked hoarsely. "Yes, but please maintain your decorum. Many of these ladies are of the highest breeding and class. It just would not do to display any untoward behaviour. Just keep calm and all will be revealed." Amelia hugged herself like an excited child and returned to her table with Beverly and Antoinette. "How old are you girls now?" she asked. "We are fourteen next week," replied Antoinette. "You would make perfect bridesmaids for my wedding. A beautiful matched pair." "We are not a team of horses," giggled Beverly, "but we would love to be your bridesmaids." Amelia's smile faded for a moment. "Oh sorry, I meant no offence, it's just that you are so beautiful. I've watched the men gaping at you." "No offence taken," added Antoinette, "and yes I agree with Beverly, we'd both love to be your bridesmaids." As the sun set Elizabeth and I departed to our other discreet business establishment whilst our 'daughters' took Amelia home. We arrived home late that night to find the three of them still up and chattering about designs and styles. "Mama, Aunty Madeleine, we cannot make up our minds!" chorused our daughters, "and there was a letter waiting for Amelia when we got home, it had arrived by special post horse." Amelia held out the opened letter. "My mother wants to come and visit to help with my trousseau." "Well it's her right. Every mother wants to see her daughter married properly and she was not to keen for you to come to Paris without a 'proper chaperone' as she called it." "She's a fussy old nag," observed Amelia. "Well not to worry," I added, "this house is large enough to take her and a reasonable entourage. We can put her in the south wing, and she can have the midday sun. She'll soon tire of the all the running around, as it gets warmer. Anyway, the wedding's in Early June so she'll have to return to complete the other arrangements." Amelia frowned a bit but nodded reluctantly. "Do you mind too much? She can be a bit tiresome at times." "Not at all, the more the merrier, this house hasn't seen a proper crowd since we bought it. We can even arrange a little pre-wedding party." Amelia visibly relaxed. A visit by her interfering mother had been the last thing she wanted but she had to agree, the house was large enough and well able to cope with a visit by a duchess. She replied to the letter the very next morning and detailed exactly how many people could accompany her mother so that the house could cope. Visiting dates were set and Amelia impressed upon her mother that Elizabeth and I were very busy women so our hospitality was an extraordinary courtesy. In her letter Amelia described it all. "Ships, and cloth and foreign trading, you understand mother, they have a veritable trading empire and little time to devote to the actual wedding arrangements. Fortunately, her two beautiful young daughters, Antoinette and Beverly, (you met them when they visited Eric and the Earl at our old home), are on hand to guide us and translate for us. Their language skills are remarkable. English, French, Arabic, Spanish and Chinese Mandarin to name but a few I have heard them use. They also know every twist and turn of Paris and are much loved throughout Parisian society. Wherever we have gone, they have been welcomed and opened many doors for me. I have invited them to join the wedding as bridesmaids." Amelia's mother agreed the dates and as a Duchess of high breeding with good manners, she knew not to impose upon hospitality. She kept her traveling party small and arrived in mid May as agreed, but before the Duchess's arrival, there was the matter of our twin 'daughter's' fourteenth birthday. On the morning of their birthday Beverly and Antoinette were well prepared. They were itching with anticipation at the thought of finally being allowed to visit their mama's private establishment. They had been begging since they were twelve to visit the 'other place' but Elizabeth and I were adamant that they were not to be un-necessarily or unduly corrupted before they were of a responsible age. Both 'girls' were now sufficiently 'developed' and 'old' enough to understand adult things. Their figures had grown round and soft with full breasts and hourglass figures. The only differences between them were properly concealed in their silky lingerie were they each sported the fully functioning accoutrements appropriate to their sex. Antoinette had passed her menarche and Beverly now produced seed. Azure's herbal drugs had ensured this and Beverly was a very happy vigorous 'lady-boy'. At noon that day our alternative Sapphic establishment discreetly opened its doors and welcomed two new members to the club. As a special treat we also invited Amelia to discover its wonders. She and our daughters had become firm friends. We enjoyed a brief light lunch then toured the city before returning to our club for the party proper that night. Amelia, Antoinette and Beverly were surprised and excited to discover so many familiar and indeed famous faces from amongst the great and high of Paris society. They were also amazed and excited learn of so many varied sexualities. Amelia had simply never dreamt that such diverse needs and satisfactions could attend upon the human condition, not to mention the strange physiologies. Finally, after touring the club with mouth agape in wonder, Amelia slowly confirmed her suspicions about the twin's sexual preferences. She joined them at one of the many couchettes and after some initial explorations; she invited them to her own bed when they returned home that night. The twins exchanged knowing glances and eagerly accepted her invitation. Elizabeth and I discreetly monitored their behaviours and had chat with Azure. We procured the necessary drugs to ensure safe contraception whilst assuring vigorous libidos then we slipped the powders into their exotic cocktails. None of the girls noticed, but our actions were justified. It simply would not do for Beverly to get Amelia pregnant, what with Amelia being a Duke's daughter and a soon to be bride. That night with Beverly's enhanced libido, Amelia would be in for a wonderful surprise. AUTHOR'S NOTE: In those days, fourteen was a perfectly respectable age for sexual adult activity in Paris. Indeed, Elizabeth and Madeleine were showing considerable restraint in delaying their 'daughter's' introduction to adulthood. When we all returned home, Amelia nervously approached Elizabeth and me. "Would, you mind awfully, if - if, the twins shared my bed?" she asked bashfully. We both knew that our 'daughters' had often shared their own beds so it was but a small step. It would also be a lovely birthday present for them to share their youthful desires with one so beautiful and relatively innocent as Amelia. We agreed and bid them well as we prepared for our own bed. Eagerly the three of them pattered upstairs in their beautiful ball gowns and daintily slipper clad feet. As we passed Amelia's bedroom door we heard the rustle of silk as petticoats fell to the floor and giggles of delight as eager fingers fiddled urgently to slacken corset ribbons. Amelia squirmed as Antoinette's fingers slid under her corset and freed the corset under her ripe breasts. Bras of course were unknown in those days and Amelia's corset simply 'served up' Amelia's breasts like puddings under her soft cotton chemise. As Amelia's 'merry widow' style corset slowly relaxed it's grip, a knowing pair of thumbnail backs slightly grazed the light cotton chemise over Amelia's sensitive nipples. Amelia gasped with delight then her jaw sagged as the sensations winged through her receptive body. "Oh! Ahh! That's nice. Again please, - pleeease!" Antoinette smiled knowingly and nodded towards the large 'four-poster' bed. Beverly was already lying amidst the luxurious pillows in her corset and silky, ankle-length, frilly pantalettes. The ripe curves of Beverly's derriere were already shimmering under the shiny slippery taut silk. Amelia had learned all about soft silky 'lingerie', (a new French word she had learned for the spectacular underwear fashions Paris had taught her), and she already had some silky satin under-knickers on order. She only wore the light cotton chemise and pantaloons because her mother had helped her pack for Paris. Her newly ordered 'lingerie' was not yet ready. With her merry widow slackened and her chemise removed Amelia was now as liberated as Antoinette and Beverly. Three pairs of firm young breasts bounced freely whilst the slackened corsets allowed them a certain freedom. Yet the corsets still hinted at the suggestion of 'bondage' and constraint. 'Bondage' was another new French word that Amelia had learned of. She had seen it at the club and was curious about it but not keen to indulge. Now stripped to their basics, the ripe curves of their derrieres were ludily exaggerated by the modest 'nip' of their merry widows. As Amelia slid provocatively onto the bed, she was 'up for anything' and the silky, slippery smoothness of the silk sheets only added to the sensations of luxury and abandonment. Never had Amelia lain in such luxury and she was a Duke's daughter no less! Eagerly she burrowed under the sheets and brought her lips to Antoinette's turgid nipples. Antoinette squealed with delight and humped eagerly at nothing as the sensations triggered the automatic responses in her body. Beverly gently took Amelia's idle fingers to and directed Amelia's hand down inside the Antoinette's waistband to her secret places. As knowing fingers located Antoinette's trigger, Antoinette released a long slow groan and the fun had started. Beverly then stretched over and gently took Amelia's nipple in her lips whilst lightly brushing her other nipple and fingering Amelia's hardening little nubbin. Amelia shuddered with pleasure and started to groan with a low and rather unladylike growl in her throat. "Ooorgghh! That's just beautiful!" she croaked softly as her body started to sag. "Just there, yesss; just there, soooo beautiful. Yesss!" As Amelia collapsed onto Antoinette, Beverly gently loosened the waist ribbon of Amelia's pantaloons and worked them down her hips. Amelia tensed slightly then relaxed again. "I am bare!" she squeaked, "This is so naughty." "Then help me get mine off," demanded Antoinette." Amelia raised her naked derriere and Beverly slackened Antoinette's bloomers before tugging them off. Both girls were now reduced only to their 'merry widows'; their beautifully curved bums and boobs were free. Amelia became more emboldened now and eagerly tugged at her corset ribbons. Beverly released these then also freed her sister Antoinette. "What about you Bev?" asked Amelia. Beverly immediately presented her back to Amelia who loosened the ribbons of her corset. Then she slithered back between the sheets. "And those lovely silky pantalettes," demanded Amelia. "Later," whispered Beverly Coyly, "Let's get you two sorted first." Eagerly Amelia resumed her embrace of Antoinette as Beverly gently fingered both their little pleasure nubs. The girls started to squirm with raw pleasure. "Is this how girls become real friends?"whispered Amelia as the sensations started to spread warmth from her secret place. "There're lots of ways, but it is nice to have a little maid to help us," replied Antoinette as she adjusted Beverly's fingers to improve their pleasures. Amelia gave another groan and turned her head to kiss Beverly's lips. "Mmmm, you're such a sweetie and so kind! Ahhh, now it starts. Yesss, just there, exactly. Ooohhh your fingers are so- so, knowledgeable. Who- who taught you thisssss?" Beverly gently continued exciting both girls' clitorises as their bodies started to squirm and press hard against each other. Their breathing became more ragged and slowly the crescendos of their urgent needs started to rumble through their bodies. Amelia let out an uncontrolled squeal and lurched desperately as her nubbin kept pressing against Beverly's oh so knowledgeable fingers. Antoinette responded in kind until both girls exploded with passion then collapsed upon each other as their needs were satiated and spent. Slowly Amelia rolled off her companion and across Beverly to lie the other side of girls who had so completed her pleasures. For long moments both girls lay on their backs either side of Beverly as heavy stentorian breaths betrayed their satiation. Then they slowly recovered and Amelia raised her head to catch Antoinette's gaze. Their smiles met and Amelia's eyes motioned towards Beverly's pantalettes. Antoinette nodded imperceptibly and her fingers gently strayed towards the waist ribbon of Beverly's last remaining bit of modesty. Beverly felt the inquisitive fingers and she lurched nervously until she realised it was her sister Antoinette. "It's your turn now my sweetest sister," whispered Antoinette reassuringly. Beverly sighed then glanced briefly at Amelia. Amelia took this as an invitation and gently reached over to take one of Beverly's nipples in her soft lips. Then her fingers joined Antoinette's as they loosened the little bow. It was only then that Amelia's fingers brushed against the hardness pushing urgently under Beverly's silky waistband. "Oh my!" she gasped, "What is that?" "D'you want to see my darling?" whispered Beverly nervously. "I- I think I know. You, - you're another la-la-lady boy, like those two we saw in the club! But you are a proper one, your shape, - your curves, - your soft, smooth, hairless skin and these, - these lovely breasts. The two in the club were just trying to dress like women; they are called mollies in London. At that, Antoinette took Amelia's hand and gently guided it down Beverly's silky length. "It cannot harm you Amelia. Beverly takes some of Azure's medicine and she can't hurt you." "What d'you mean?" "She can't put you with child. She won't make you pregnant. Beverly and I have been intimate for a while and I'm not ruined." Amelia suddenly realised that Beverly was exactly the same as Madeleine, Elizabeth's partner. Oh how she was learning and how exciting it all was. She knew she could not reveal Madeleine's secret because she was now beginning to get suspicious. Amelia, once such an innocent noble woman, was learning fast. As she gently squeezed and fingered Beverly's silky wrapped organ she whispered. "D'you mean this is a real man's- you know?" "Yes," replied Antoinette as Beverly squirmed urgently, "and if we don't find somewhere to put it, it's going to make an awful mess of Beverly's lovely silk pantalettes." "Can I see it, - properly that is?" begged Amelia. "Better in the morning darling," countered Antoinette, "right now Beverly needs attending. Shall I take her seed?" "No, let me. It's the least I can do. She's been so sweet with me, and yet all the time she's been hiding this, - this need. I know something about men; the dairymaids told me lots when we still owned the estate. They let me take a peek when the bull was amongst the cows. The bulls have very strong needs and the girls warned me that men were the same. My mother has also warned me. But this is different. Beverly is so soft and ladylike. It must be hell on earth for such a sweet little lady to have the same needs without the chance to relieve them. I mean, living as a lady all the time, she can't just take her pleasures like a man can she? And yet this, - this lovely cock, - it's so stiff and hard. That tells me how strong dear Beverly's needs are. No, let me do it. Let me take her," begged Amelia "Oh believe me my dear Amelia," replied Antoinette, "Beverly will not lack for partners, there are plenty of ladies who would give their right arms to be in this bed right now, remember all those society ladies down at the club. My sister's condition is a huge attraction to certain ladies. Once they learn of it in the club, Beverly will be inundated with offers." "Well then I shall be one of the first. We can learn of these wonderful new pleasures together." Beverly gave a little moan and thrust urgently against the silky prison of her pantalettes. "You'd best be quick then!" suggested Antoinette, "She rises to her needs." Needing no more encouragement, Amelia fiddled urgently with Beverly's waist ribbons and the Pantalettes slid easily down her rounded hips. Amelia's fingers groped eagerly for the promised delight and she was secretly glad that her own secret places were still slippery from her earlier pleasuring. Eagerly her fingers grasped the stiff organ and she manoeuvred herself on top of Beverly's thrusting body. "You are needy my pet," whispered Amelia as she savoured the urgency in Beverly's humping." "Are you ready?" squeaked Beverly, trying to delay her climax. For reply, Amelia guided Beverly's rod slowly into her impatient sex and then carefully lowered her body. Beverly let out a sigh as she felt the soft velvety tube slide wetly down her rampant cockette until finally Amelia let out a little squeak. Her nubbin had fetched up against the enhanced little ridge at the base of Beverly's cock. Amelia felt the first waves of lust radiating through her belly, and her nipples started to stiffen. Beverly still didn't know that she was now a love toy for women to enjoy. When she had declared her persuasions to her mother Elizabeth and me, we had secretly drugged her with Azure's herbs and then had Azure and No Hang, modify her beautiful little cockette. They had implanted a little ridge of harder tissue just under the thin skin at the base of Beverly's cockette. Now, when she erected, the ridge expanded and provided a 'clitty tickler' perfectly located to excite the ladies. After the operation, Beverly had been kept under the anaesthetic for several weeks so that when she awoke there was no pain in her cockette. To explain the lost weeks we had had all pretended that Beverly had 'taken a turn' and lain in a coma for the whole time. Beverly was none the wiser for she was innocent at that time and it was several more months before her built in clitty tickler became operational. Amelia was now fetched up hard against the 'clitty tickler' and urgently grinding her swollen nub against it. "Aaahh! Beverly, you are so, - so - perfect. Your cock! It lives, it plays with me, it works so, - so, well. Aaahh! You are so special. God made you just to be perfect. Yesss! Just there! Just like that! Aaahh, my God!! Your cock! How does it work so. It drives me wild!" Amelia's frenzied pounding quickly brought Beverly to her climax and she groaned as her juices started to pump through her loins. The youthful forces of her vigorous body squirted the hot seed hard against Amelia's cervix and she let out a squeal of surprise at the sudden sensations deep within her belly. This triggered Amelia's own crescendo that followed Beverly's by only a few moments delay. They did not climax together, for they were both still novices. Such delights would come with maturity. Nevertheless, they had still each climaxed and then they collapsed in a tangle of limbs as the 'two-backed-beast' slumped to savour its consummation. Antoinette gently reached over them and hugged them to her breast as sleep overcame them. These were the noises that Elizabeth and I had heard when we passed their bedroom door. We exchanged smiles then made our way down the corridor to our own chambers. As we crossed the landing we heard Azure busy in her room. She had stayed overnight for our daughter's party and would return to her clinic in the morning. The feint clink of a mortar and pestle told us Azure was busy as ever. We knew she was alone so we knocked softly. The door swung open and she smiled. "Salaam ali cum my friends." We entered to see she had been busy at her dressing table. "What are these for?" asked Elizabeth. "Amelia will need them in the morning. I've given Beverly some medicinal herbs to take and those should prevent any mistakes, but it will be best if Amelia takes this with her breakfast, just to be doubly certain." We smiled knowingly. Azure certainly had the most extraordinary knowledge. She noted our expressions and protested. "Oh no don't thank me for these medicines, my erstwhile Chinese partner the eunuch No Hang must be thanked for these. It's utterly ironic that a poor man who will never need these herbs has the knowledge to prepare them. Still, I gave him my gift, some ancient Arabic preparations that give him vigour even if he has no seed. At least now he can enjoy the male game even if he is never to be a father. By way of thanks, he taught me about these contraceptive herbs for both girls and boys. We share all our knowledge now." As we settled to chat with Azure we heard the last squeal of delight from Amelia's bedroom. She must have finally utilised Beverly's body. We then made our excuses and left Azure. The squeals from Amelia's bedroom had reassured us. Here was a girl not to be denied the double pleasures lent to her by her own bisexuality. To find herself simultaneously bedded with a real girl and her she-male twin must have been the ultimate pleasure. The noises that night certainly supported our suspicions. Morning found Amelia with an extra smile on her face. She came down to breakfast positively blooming and clinging tightly to the arms of her newfound companions. "You should have told me Madeleine!" she admonished me playfully. "Far better the surprise," I replied, "Did you enjoy?" Amelia crimsoned and nodded her head softly as she whispered, "Yes, Beverly is lovely, - and Antoinette as well," she added hastily "Excellent, then you had better take these powdered herbs in your tea." "Why?" she asked. Azure entered as Amelia spoke and she answered for me. "Because, my child, Beverly is entire, I have given her medicines to prevent any accidents but it would be better if you took these herbs in your tea. This compliments Beverly's medicines and ensures no unfortunate accidents" "Accidents," wondered Amelia innocently, "what accidents?" Azure smiled benevolently, here indeed was a truly na?ve girl. "Surely you understand child. Babies of course! Beverly can get you pregnant!" Amelia's face paled as her jaw dropped. "You mean-" "Of course my sweet innocent," chuckled Azure. "That's how babies are made. The boy's seed goes in that way mixes with your seed and grows inside you. The baby also comes out the same way it went in, but I'll teach you about that later. Gosh you poor innocent girl. Have your parents taught you nothing about motherhood?" Amelia's brow knitted nervously and she chewed her lower lip. "I must not be with child before I'm wed, think of the scandal-" "Exactly darling," reassured Elizabeth, "so drink the herbs in your tea." Amelia took the advice and poured the grey-green powder into her morning tea. The tea remained the same colour but her lips puckered and she gagged as the bitter herbs hit her stomach. "Uurghh! What in all Hades was that?" "Your unsullied reputation dear," I riposted. Amelia managed a smile and started to giggle. Bravely she finished the tea then settled down and attacked breakfast with a gusto. Her activities during the night had given her an appetite. "Take one of these sachets of powdered herbs each week as a contraceptive," instructed Azure, then you'll not fall to child." So saying Azure also handed Beverly some other herbs. "The same for you but every morning I'm afraid. Don't powder the herbs though just boil yours as a tea. It will stop you making any woman pregnant and from what I heard in the club last night. Your services will become most welcome if they ever become known. Beverly smiled self-consciously and grinned at her sister. Then the conversation turned to the wedding arrangements as they dug deep into breakfast. Elizabeth and I had to visit the bank with Trysta so we finished up and made our excuses. That day and for the rest of April the girls busied themselves with preparations. Finally May came around and Amelia's mother the Duchess arrived. Naturally many of Amelia's plans were contested and it took a week to finally agree on all the arrangements. However, fortunately, the wedding dresses were Parisian styles and we supplied the laces and silks for free as our wedding present to Amelia. The duchess was most appreciative and agreeable. Since her husband's infamous gambling failures, money was tight. Now there would be no embarrassment in high society about Amelia's trousseau. Trysta escorted them around the warehouses and described the various cloths as she generously gave them a free hand. The Duchess was intrigued by her Cornish accent. "How on earth did you end up in this wonderful adventure?" she asked. Trysta described the terrifying events of her rescue and the subsequent adventures she had shared with the Duchess's future daughter in law. "An amazing woman that Elizabeth, quite amazing." "Oi'll warrant ee tha-," agreed Trysta The duchess cringed a bit at Trysta's strong Cornish accent but she was quite taken with the girl's undying loyalty. "And you still do the actual sailing of the ships, the command of the voyages to Far Cathay. You must be uncommon brave!" gasped the duchess. "Tis no- as ba-ad as twas. The ol' navy's done a lot to tidy thin's up and I'm well known now in they Easterrn an' China Seas. Most pirates as rather trade wi us than fight now a days. Tha's not to say we don' 'ave to occasionally mix i' like." "Aren't you frightened when that happens?" "You 'av'nt seen moi gurls missus duchess. They'm a tough lot an' no mistake." "That would explain Miss Elizabeth's tough streak I suppose." "Tough an' clever miss. You'm needs both for business and she's got 'em. Now this silk, is' jus' come new from China on my ship. It's a new style see. Look how that beu'iful dia-aaphenuss gauze is shot through wi' gold an' silver see, see ow's it catches the light. Now tha'ss speshul thaa' is. Lovely stuff an never bin seen outside India before. Men don' ave an eye for material see. I got a woman's eye an' feelins for'n stu-uff li' this." The duchess held up the diaphanous silk gauze and gasped at it's light flowing beauty. Trysta threw a strip into the air and it floated down like a spider's web. The duchess's eyes widened. "And you say my Amelia can have anything she likes." "If'n Lizzy says so then tha-a's it. Ow much d'yu- wan?" Amelia squealed with delight. "Oh Mama, it would look so lovely! And think of the sensation this will cause." The duchess was already fondling the whole bolt of the fabric and imagining the scenes her daughter would cause as she entered the church. She had arranged for the wedding to be held in their own country church, but now that money appeared to be no object, many of the great and famous were now to be invited. Reports of the beautiful wedding gown and it's shot silk would be in London by the following Monday. Trysta smiled to herself as she recognised Elizabeth's strategy. By the end of summer, the silk would be a 'must-have' for every wealthy bride in England. It would only be a 'nine day fashion wonder' as Trysta well knew, but for twelve months they would make a killing as the only stockists in Paris and soon to be London. Trysta smiled to herself at Elizabeth's brilliant strategy and followed up with her own idea. A clever sales pitch. "Wha colour flowerr's are youm' 'avin in the church?" "Oh, I hadn't thought of flowers," observed Amelia, "It'll be June though, so the corn flowers will be abundant in the fields. They always make a nice splash." "Appen we've got a lovely corn flower blue in thi's pile som'ere. If'n the bride's maids were to match the flowerr's like, it'd be a noice idee'." As Trysta spoke, she stepped to another section of the warehouse and lifted a canvas cover. "We keep it covered see. Te' blue's so delicate, i' fades in stron' sunlight, but i'ss shot through jus wi silver see. Look 'ow light an' delicate i'riss." Amelia held it up and gasped. Trysta deftly asked Antoinette to wrap it around her and the colour was just perfect. The duchess was enchanted for the bridesmaid's dresses had been one of her biggest headaches and expense. Now she could utterly indulge herself and invite all her friends to supply pretty daughters as bridesmaids. It would be the wedding of the year and she nearly wet herself with excitement. Tears formed in the duchess's eyes as Amelia hugged her mother tight. Trysta spotted another opening. "Te blue matches Antoinette's and Beverly's eyes but'n p'ra-aps you'm better take some other colours incase some o' dem other girls is brown or red haired. Oiv'e gotten some lovely reds an' emeralds as well. Madeleine tol' me you'm a'borrowin' some of our Parisian seamtresses to make up the dresses. Is d'at so?" This news shocked the duchess and Amelia. "But you are so generous." "I'ss no' me luv, tis 'Lizabet's doin'. She'm an'eart o' gold. Now," Trysta paused for effect and smiled. "Wa' about you'm dress duchess? Nutt-in too fancy Oi'll warrant, but really classy loike, so's not to upstage Amelia. Oive got some bee-ui'ful plain silks and lace over er'e." The duchess's dam finally burst as she savoured the mountains of selection. Beverly quickly produced a handkerchief to dry the tears whilst Trysta maintained her posture of 'rough and ready' tomboy, though secretly she enjoyed pretty clothes, 'in the right place of course' she thought to herself, 'they'd be no good in a fight wi' pirates'! Were Amelia and her mother were undecided, Trysta just threw in several bolts of similar cloths for she knew their newly opened London fashion house would snap up what wasn't used. The whole shipment would accompany the seamstresses to England in readiness for the wedding. Trysta smiled inwardly as she counseled her thoughts. 'Advertizin' tha's wa' Lizabet called it;- advertizin'. An' i' worked too. She'd seen i' work an 'undred times before.' Trysta found herself hoping for an invitation. It would mean missing the next voyage of the Damsel, but Sally her regular Sapphic partner, was an excellent seaman and businesswoman. She would easily manage the voyage as Captain instead of Mate. Besides, Sally had shown a few interesting ideas on the previous voyages and it would be interesting to see if she could cook up some new trading ideas. Trysta was brought back to earth as the duchess pressed her arm; the gratitude showing deep in her tearful eyes. It was almost as if she had read Trysta's thoughts. "You'd be made most welcome to my daughter's wedding." "Why thankee mam. Oi'll see ifn I've a moment spare. My time in Paris is usually my holiday after the moneyin' an stuff' Min' you' twould be lovely to see the ol' country agin'. Oi'll run i' by Lizabet an see. Oi'm much obliged." Needless to add, the next voyage of the Damsel was cancelled for it was a special occasion. The ship was dry-docked in Hornfleur and Sally also got her invitation. Trysta's cup ran over. Amelia tried to imagine the crowd at the wedding and even Elizabeth felt the huge house would be crowded at the wedding ball. Eventually the wedding arrived and it proved to be the wedding of the year. Twenty bridesmaids in green, cornflower blue or red, silk, dresses accompanied Amelia in her stunning pure white silk dress down the aisle. After a veritable feast, followed by a spectacular wedding ball, an ecstatic crowd waved off the exhausted honeymooners the following morning. It was to be a simple holiday not far from the Earl's house. Both Eric and Amelia were shattered after the preparations and the holiday was really a time to rest and recover. When they returned from the honeymoon Amelia described her nocturnes with Elizabeth and I. "He's nice and he's gentle but I had to put him right on a few things. Slow him down and teach him that a lady can't be rushed. He learns quickly for he's a kind man. How long will it be before I'm with child?" Elizabeth and I felt a cold weight settle in our bellies. Poor Amelia would never enjoy the pleasures of motherhood to Eric. We exchanged looks as we wondered if Eric had yet revealed his problem to her. Two days later, Elizabeth tackled her brother. "But Eric, you must tell her. It's just not fair." "Please, not just yet dear sister. I still live in hope. One day perhaps, your wonderful Arabian physician might help me. She might find a cure." "But you cannot keep your poor wife in false hopes like that for too long. It's just not fair! She will begin to believe it is her fault. You know how society always blames the woman." Eric paused. He knew his sister was right but it was a painful mess. Tears formed in his eyes as he faced the awful bitter truth. "What am I to do sister? Is there no hope?" Elizabeth felt a twinge of sympathy for her brother. He had turned into a decent lad since the accident and now that their father the Earl was getting old and frail, Eric was adopting a responsible attitude to his newfound wealth and status. He was taking on more and more of the burden of running his father's affairs and the business interests were doing nearly as well as her commercial empire. It pained Elizabeth to think of the estate and her father's hard-won fortune going to their awful cousin if Eric died without issue. Their cousin was the son of their father's older brother who had always lorded it over the Earl before he had made his fortune and become ennobled. They were now envious and covetous of the earl's success. Elizabeth, having become a hardheaded businesswoman herself, had eventually found a grudging respect for her brother and their father. She had met the long absent cousin at the wedding reception and he had demonstrated himself to be a total waster. 'Just the sort to bring a family from 'clogs to clogs in three generations' She thought. She turned to Eric and commiserated. "I can't see a solution brother. Unless you sire an heir then this whole fortune goes to that dreadful Archie. It was almost as if he was eyeing up the estate when they came to your wedding." Eric hung his head in defeat. There seemed to be no solution Sallic law was a cruel inheritance system that caused endless grief for sonless men and even more trouble for women who lost their estates and property rights after marriage. Elizabeth was deeply glad that the supposed father of her children, the missing Marcus was deemed dead. She and I were joint partners because everybody deemed us to be two Sapphic partners and lesbianism was not illegal in England. This was thanks to the young Queen Victoria's firm conviction that 'women had nothing to harm each other with'. This was a view that she firmly put to her Prime Minister Gladstone when the sanctimonious old goat tried to force his puritanical laws about homosexuality on Victorian society. Gladstone was simply too uptight and narrow minded to explain to the young queen about 'dildos' and other sex toys. Consequently, male homosexuality became illegal but female homosexuality remained permitted. That night Elizabeth and I fell to talking about Eric's situation. As we lay in each other's arms she spoke softly as though the situation defeated her. "It will all go to that despicable stoat Archie. He was a pig when we were children and he's still a pig." "He could well die before Eric. He's older than your brother." "What good is that? It would then go to that disgusting child of his, Walter. You know that horrible reptile that tried to grope Beverly, Antoinette and most of the other older bridesmaids. God's teeth even the little ones weren't safe!" I recalled the loathsome teenager who Eric had finally been forced to deal with and that had nearly ruined the wedding by causing a row between Eric and his brother Archie's wife. She of course, thought her son Walter could do no wrong. Only the intervention of Amelia's mother the Duchess who's station made her the arbiter of good manners, had averted a full-blown row. The very idea of Eric's fortune ending up in his brother's, or worse, his nephew's hands was unbearable. Suddenly, I had an Idea! "Wait a minute. There is a solution." "What?" begged Elizabeth, desperate for any ideas. "Amelia can be made pregnant and further more the child would be your family blood." "How? Tell me! How?" gasped Elizabeth, "Come on! Out with it!" "Beverly. She is your son and therefore the grandson of your father the Earl. Eric knows about her condition but Azure's hypnotropic drugs stop him making an issue. We could speak to Azure and broach the subject when Eric is under her drugs. Amelia's bisexuality will always cause her to savour Beverly's gifts so it would be easy to substitute Beverly's drugs and then she will be fertile. If Azure then doses Amelia with some fertility herbs then she should fall with child quickly." Elizabeth stared at me open mouthed. "And any son born to Amelia would still be my father's great grandson!" "And therefore in the family bloodline," I finished. "My God Madeleine! You're a genius!" I must admit that I felt a little proud but I then took the idea a little further. "You know something Elizabeth. I don't think Eric has to know about this." "What d'you mean?" "Well if we could get Azure to pretend she's found a cure then we could get Eric to take whatever concoction she dreams up. Then, while he's in Paris supposedly getting treated, Beverly could slip into Amelia's bed and do the deed." "But Eric would get suspicious. Amelia suddenly gets pregnant while he's in Paris. He can do the math's' he's not stupid." "Well Amelia could go to Paris with him. Part of the treatment you understand. They could stay at our house so that Amelia and Beverly have ample opportunity to get together. While Eric's visiting Azure's clinic each day, Beverly can serve Amelia. Then Eric comes to Amelia's bed each night and there's no suspicions." Elizabeth's comprehending smile widened. "Madeleine, you really are a devious soul. It's a perfect plan." Within a few days, our plan was set in motion. Elizabeth declared that she had some business opportunities in Paris that might interest Eric. Arrangements were made for us all to return to Paris and combine business with pleasure. Amelia jumped at the chance to revisit Paris and even her mother the duchess begged to come. Eric and Elizabeth went ahead post haste whilst we all followed at a more leisurely pace. It was easy for Elizabeth to pretend she had some business opportunities for there was always something cropping up and she had quite a few ideas always waiting to be investigated. By the time we arrived in Paris, a very good deal had been made and the good ship Damsel II was fretting at the quay in Hornfleur. The Damsel I, had come to the end of her useful life and now served as a warehouse in Capetown where she had ended her active life after a battering in the Southern Ocean storm. By a strange coincidence, a few days after Azure returned to her clinic she magically discovered a possible cure for Eric's sterility. She approached Eric confidentially one afternoon and invited him to her clinic. "You understand my friend. I have not tested it or proved it but it seemed to work on No Hang's pet Pekinese dog. He put the powdered herbs in the dog's food and now he won't leave either of the little bitches alone. He bought one of these new microscopes whilst I was at your wedding celebrations and if you look, you will see that the little dog's seed is fertile." Eric squinted into the newfangled lens and gasped as the sperm wriggled across his view. "What are those tadpoles?" "That is the dog's seed. That is what all males sow when they impregnate their mates." "My God! Is mine like that?" "No. At the moment you don't make any but I might be able to get your loins working again." suggested Azure, knowing that there was really no hope. "If you take these herbs for a week or so and refrain from conjugal relations, I shall check your seed on this microscope and see if there is any change." Eric took the powders and followed Azure's instructions to the letter. A week later Azure had her plan in place. She had taken some of Beverly's sperm and deftly substituted it for the sample Eric gave her. Both she and Eric studied the sample as Azure explained. "You see there are not as many tadpoles as the dog's seed, and they are not as vigorous. That's because of your previous sterility. Fortunately, these few sperm might be able to fulfill your obligations to Amelia." Azure had simply delayed the arrival of Beverly's sample so that some of the sperm were dead when they studied them. The subterfuge was enough to utterly convince Eric and so to perpetuate the deceit; Azure invited Eric to arrive daily at her clinic for treatment with her special herbs. Consequently, Eric left the clinic daily with his blindfold in place and a desperate erection. The deception was complete and Amelia enjoyed a perpetual round of sexual pleasures for the rest of that month; Beverly by day and Eric by night. This licentiousness, coupled with the herbs secretly slipped into Amelia's breakfast tea each morning soon ensured Amelia's falling pregnant. After three more months in Paris, Amelia arrived at Azure's clinic. "I have dried up Madam Doctor." "How?" Asked Azure suppressing a smile. "My menses, they have stopped, I am no longer fertile, I am no longer a woman." Azure smiled softly at the girl's continuing innocence. "My dear Amelia, please remove your skirts and corsets then get up on the bed." Amelia did as asked and Azure quickly confirmed her suspicions. "Young lady, you are far from barren. You are with child." Amelia's lips trembled with the news then she let out a huge laugh before bursting into tears of relief. Azure wagged her head in astonishment at the woman's ignorance. "Do you know anything about motherhood?" "No," squeaked Amelia in a tiny nervous voice. "Then sit up and I shall enlighten you." And so they spent the rest of the afternoon with Amelia sitting on the bed in her pantaloons whilst Azure enlightened Amelia about many wise things. Some, Amelia had heard about but much of it new to her. As she finally dressed, Azure stopped her. "Don't put that on. No more corsets for you my girl. These cruel things can kill your baby. The little infant inside you needs comfort and room to grow." "But, Mama always, - " "Never mind what Mama says, speak to your husband. I will enlighten him as well." Amelia returned to our house with the ecstatic news of her pregnancy and a letter for Eric from Azure. "What does it say?" she begged her husband. "She congratulates me on becoming a father and she wants to see me again." Amelia's face fell but Eric re-assured her. No-no it's not bad news. She says she has some instructions for me." To reassure Amelia and her mother the Duchess, he handed them the opened letter. This gesture in itself was a remarkable indicator of how far Eric had come in Victorian England. Amelia read it then relaxed again and hugged her husband. She knew now that Eric would completely follow any of Azure's instructions. He was completely in thrall to her wisdom. The next morning found the blindfolded Eric arriving at the clinic door then avidly listening to Azure's instructions. "She must be treated gently and compassionately, but definitely no corsets or dangerous shoes. She can do anything she likes as regards activities or exercise up to and until she becomes uncomfortable. She will know when that is, her own body will tell her. However, there is to be no heavy lifting and no heavy weights. That includes you on top during conjugal relations." "You mean we can still,'" "Yes provided you are gentle and until she becomes too uncomfortable. I would suggest doing it like two spoons in a drawer. Eventually she will become distressed with her size for she has at least two inside her." "Two!" gasped Eric, secretly smirking to himself as though this was some indicator of his newfound virility. "It might even be more, though I hope not. You and Elizabeth are twins as are Beverly and Antoinette, so it comes as no surprise. Did you not know that twins run in the blood of families? However Amelia is a healthy sound girl so as long as you treat her as I have written down here. It should be a healthy birth. She is well progressed and I will make arrangements to attend. It might be a good idea if Beverly and Antoinette return to England with you as companions for her during her pregnancy. They will entertain her during the earlier months and provide sympathetic support for her in the later time. I have a feeling that Amelia will become very bored as her body becomes heavy and less mobile. Here is my list of do's and don'ts. Please try and stick to them, and stop her mother from introducing any of your strange old customs. Corsets are the particular evil that could endanger your children. If necessary, burn them all." The normally softly spoken Azure emphasised this with such vehemence that Eric was a little startled. He shrugged to accept her advice and she fell into a more serious vein. "Now I have to warn you that the drugs I gave you were only a 'one off' opportunity. If they are used again there will be serious side effects. I am afraid therefore that these children that Amelia is carrying are your only hope of heirs. I hardly need warn you therefore how important it is. My eunuch friend, No Hang, will attend Amelia for the whole of her pregnancy if you wish. He is every bit as good as me and will ensure that she gets the best treatment." Eric took everything in and was secretly relieved to learn that Azure's erstwhile clinical partner would be close at hand. The news about his treatment depressed him slightly, but at least his wife was with child and they were twins, 'Perhaps even more than two!' He hugged himself in the coach as he anticipated fatherhood. The next morning they prepared to return home to England. A heavy bumpy journey in the later stages of Amelia's pregnancy would not be advisable. Surprisingly for Eric, Amelia chose to ride beside him on a horse in the company of Beverly and Antoinette. The old duchess shared the first coach with No Hang and the two companion maids. "Are you comfortable darling?" was all Eric ever seemed to say until Amelia scolded him for being such an old maid. "Gracious husband. You've read Doctor Azure's notes. Light exercise it says." "Yes but bestride a horse, - I mean." Beverly and Antoinette are bestriding theirs, as are the ostlers and lesser servants. Bedside's it's much more comfortable this way. Sidesaddle hurts my back after a long period and anyway, the horses are only walking. If I get tired I'll join my mother and the Chinese doctor." Eric smiled and fell silent. It was only one more day to the coast and then the ship the Damsel II would take them to England. There a post rider could be sent ahead to advise his parents of the impending events. It is needless to add that a huge welcome awaited them on arrival home. Eventually Azure, Elizabeth and I got the call. Amelia was approaching her time and Azure's services were requested. We arrived in plenty of time and the birth went well. Eric was ecstatic to learn that he was a father to not two but three children. They were blessed with a vital son to carry the family name and two delightful daughters. Much to both the duchess and the countess's surprise, Amelia took Azure's advice and shared in the breast-feeding of her own three children. Needless to add, Antoinette and Beverly who had been taking No Hang's special medications prior to our arrival made up the shortfall in mother's milk. It was a surprised and delighted Eric who arrived in the nursery to find both wife and nieces busily feeding his heirs. "Why ladies, such a beautiful sight and so blissful." Amelia's face crimsoned for a moment before she regained her composure. She did not even bother to pull the shawl about her but instead left her breast in full view to her husband as their son greedily suckled his share. My children, Beverly and Antoinette however, modestly pulled their shawls about their shoulders to hide their teenaged breasts from Eric's gaze, for try as he might, he found it almost impossible to avert his gaze from the sight of such two delightful young ladies with their breasts bare and wet nursing his newborn daughters. Amelia scolded him affectionately for she truly understood her husband. With our work completed, Azure, Elizabeth and I returned with No Hang to Paris. Beverly and Antoinette would remain until the babies were weaned then they were to take a grand tour of England before returning home to Paris. We would not see them for perhaps a couple of years unless we revisited England. There was now always an open invitation to us for Elizabeth's family was at last reconciled with Elizabeth. End of Chapter 12B