Butler No MoreChapter 8
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“Pardon?” John did not understand what was sought.
“Is it a boneless nub, or a completely functional toe? Is is pre-axial or post-axial? In other words, which side of the foot has the extra digit, assuming it is not one of the more central digits? The big toe side or the opposite side?”
“Umm ... I don’t know. Bob Henrison didn’t tell me. I doubt he knows, himself. He might be happy to clarify this for you. Shall I ask him?”
“Please do. It will determine what we might be able to do. If there is bone, we may be able to dissolve it and add the material to other bones as strengthening. If it is all flesh, that can be reconfigured elsewhere, provided the new location is nearby. Toenail is dead skin, so is best dropped off and disposed of normally. Our main requirement is the exact location of the offending digit, so that the correct toe is removed in an accurate manner. We have read of many human errors where the wrong part is excised.”
“Okay. I’ll get Bob to take the girl to the health centre for examination. Will you be able to get accurate readings from their databases, or will you need your own measurements?”
“The measurements must be very exact, so we will send down a mechanoid on the next Landership, to do the measuring of the patient’s feet and legs, and scanning the interior of the foot. The mechanoid will make its own way to the Health Centre, and report its presence and reason for being there.”
John asked, “On another subject, can you make close-up scan of the river beside the colony, down as far as the sea? A predator was seen chasing river fish recently, and it is unknown to us. It appeared to belong to the ray family, when it jumped out of the water.”
“We shall explore that possibility, Major Freeman, and let you know.”
John got back to Bob Henrison. “Bob, The Personalia want more detail before they can decide. Can you get the girl to show you her feet, and take pictures of them, with close-ups on the offending toes?”
Bob sounded happy. “I’ll be delighted to ask her to show off her feet, Major. Of course, we will have to have privacy for that, so if she has her legs up, her skirt will probably ride up and show me more...” He chuckled. “If YOU can get Kathleen to be interested in you...”
John interrupted to inform him, “She is going to marry us, Bob.”
He responded, “Wow! You did have an impact on her, Major.”
“It was my wives who decided she should join us, Bob, after she asked them. I just went along with it, for she is a lovely girl and I was keen on her myself, as my girls spotted. Is your Jessie a girl worth pursuing?”
“I think so, John. If I can get her to accept that she is a good looker, I will have a chance, so let’s hope The Personalia can help.”
“Right. If you can stop slobbering over her, get these pics and send them to me.”
“Will do, or else Patricia will have something to say about it.”
“Patricia?”
“My wife, John. You are not the only guy that’s married, sport.”
The rest of the day was boring routine at the office, dealing with paperwork – and the advent of computers was going to lead to the paperless office? No way!
John dragged himself into the apartment, mentally exhausted and feeling fragged. He was not prepared to be welcomed by Kathleen as soon as he stepped inside.
“Hi, John, darling. Bad day at the office?”
“You got it right, Kathleen. You are here early, aren’t you?”
“I am officially on sickness leave, even though I don’t need it. My only restrictions are on sex with you.”
“Yes. We must adhere to the parental advice. Looking forward to our meal together?”
“Great idea. I want to get to know Catherine and Elizabeth in more depth, as well as you. I want to know what it is like to be touched and fondled by you, my love.”
“I will gladly give you that experience, my dear Kathleen. The girls will have told you I am a tit man?”
“Yes. You can make a start tonight, laying your hands on my breasts and touching my nipples. Just because we can’t have sex doesn’t prevent us experiencing foreplay, I thought.”
John grinned at this. “Now that is a great suggestion, you wonderful girl. Can I kiss and suckle your nipples this evening?”
“If Catherine and Elizabeth are happy with the plan. I want to start off as we intend to go on; being cooperative with the other two.”
There was a noise at the door as the door handle was turned. It opened and Elizabeth entered. “Hi, guys. Been here long?”
Kathleen answered, “Catherine let me in half an hour ago, then vanished after telling me to make myself at home. I think she is in the kitchen. John has just arrived, and I told him he can play with my breasts tonight, if that is all right with you girls?”
Elizabeth did not hesitate. “Sounds fine, Kathleen. We’ll make sure he doesn’t go too far until we are married.”
Catherine appeared, having heard the voices. “Oh, good. You are all here. I’ll get the stew ready to serve, if you will get ready for dinner.”
John asked, “What kind of stew, Catherine?”
“Vegetable. We may be short of some stuff, but dried, tinned, and frozen vegetables are here in profusion, shipped in from Earth. Fresh vegetables, grown in the colony, are still quite expensive, but will do if we were having some sort of celebration.”
“So why the meat shortage?”
“Dunno. Perhaps you can get a much bigger load of veggies than you can with meat, which is denser.”
Elizabeth chipped in, “No, Colonel Kempe told me that it was policy, as this planet doesn’t seem to have meat animals. We should be able to grow veggies, not just raise meat.”
“Couldn’t we import cattle?”
“We could, but we won’t: remember the injunction? Nothing live except human beings. The Governor doesn’t want even the possibility of bringing in diseases and bugs that might infect animals. I think he has the right attitude. We can get along without meat; textured soya makes a good replacement, I believe.”
Catherine’s stew was gobbled up quickly, before it got cold, and she got kissed by all the others for it. That girl had learned cooking properly, in such a short time. She claimed it was a break from astronomy, but no-one believed that claim.
In the talk afterwards, John asked Kathleen, “Kathy, do you know a girl called Jessie or Janet Terry?”
“Who? Oh, Miss cold feet!”
John scrunched up his face in disappointment as he replied, “Why do you call her that?”
“Oh, because she always has her feet well covered up with her dark nylons or stockings. We decided she had cold feet and was trying to warm them up, as dark colours absorb more heat.”
“I see. No, that is not the reason, Kathleen. She has an extra toe on each foot, and is very sensitive about it. Bob Henrison is trying to get her some help, and we are going to assist with that, as best we can.”
“Why?” Kathleen wanted to know.
“Kathleen, we helped you with your medical problem, didn’t we? Well we want to help Jessie now.”
“But I don’t want her to be another wife, John!”
“Another wife?” He looked puzzled, then his face cleared. “No, Kathleen. We are not marrying you because of your medical problem. We are marrying you because we love you. Is that not so, girls?”
Catherine and Elizabeth rushed to reassure her, telling her that they all loved her.
“Then why all the attention on Jessie?”
John spoke quietly to her. “Because Bob Henrison fancies her, Kathleen. I think he might end up marrying her. He just wants to solve her problem before he asks her to marry him. She won’t be put off by her embarrassment any more, he thinks.”
“Oh, that’s different. What do you want me to do, if anything?”
“All you need do is tell her how easy your treatment was. She may have to lie in bed for a couple of days, until her feet change to five digits, so she may have to wear an adult diaper, like you did. She won’t be able to get up and go to the loo on her own feet, you see.”
Kathleen’s face formed a scowl. “I didn’t like that, but it was necessary, so I put up with it. Is that what you want to tell her?”
“Basically, yes; once The Personalia agree to do the procedure, assuming they will.”
Elizabeth spoke. “Kathleen, you seem to be getting a bit uppity. Why would you object to Jessie perhaps wanting to become another wife? That is EXACTLY what you did, wasn’t it?”
A startled Kathleen responded, “Oh. You are right, Elizabeth. Sorry about that: I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.”
“Yes, well remember, ALL of us have a say in a new spouse. If any one of us says, NO, then that is it. You were fortunate that we all liked you enough to accept you, Kathleen.”
“That is true, Elizabeth. Anyway, I am willing to do my bit to encourage Jessie to go through with the procedure.”
Once that was clarified, all three girls set about enticing John. While he was in his study area checking his phone for emails and answering them, they slipped into the bedroom, and came out later, stripped to the waist. John was so engrossed in replying to a message that he didn’t look up until he wanted to tell them something. “Hey girls, guess what?” his voice tailed off as he looked at three pairs of naked breasts as the girls stood in front of him. “Oh, my!” His mouth dropped open as he stared.
Kathleen spoke. “Well, John, what do you think? How do I compare to your lovely wives?”
He glanced from one to the other, taking it all in, observing his embarrassment of riches.
“Wow!”
Elizabeth smiled gleefully, asking, “What do you mean – Wow!? Are you disappointed?”
John started to recover his senses. “Oh my sainted aunt. Three pairs of luscious knockers, to knock my eyes out! Kathleen, I am familiar with the other two pairs, but yours are glorious as well. Yours are a trifle larger than either Elizabeth or Catherine now, but theirs will grow as their babies grow inside them. You are a lucky girl to have such wonderful boobs on you, and I am lucky to have been invited to play with them!”
Catherine told him, “Before you get to touch Kathleen’s hooters, you have to fondle ours first. Mine are seeking some attention, as you can tell by how hard my nipples have become.”
She stepped forward and thrust them at his face, and he took a nipple between his lips. “Indeed, this one is hard,” he conceded. “I should check the other one as well.” He proceeded to do so, sucking hard on each nipple.
Catherine sighed happily. “That’s nice, darling. I could do with a lot more of this, but I have to share. Move on to Elizabeth, please.”
Elizabeth was just as accommodating, then she told him it was Kathleen’s turn. He moved over to Kathleen and began by lightly touching her nipples. She jerked, but he returned his fingers to the nipples, and this time she calmed and forced herself not to react badly.
John moved to fondle each breast, coming back to touch her nipples and pull them a little as the hardness now allowed. Now she subconsciously pushed her chest forward, pushing her breasts into his hands, letting him know she was enjoying his fondling. He slipped down to take a nipple between his lips to pull it slightly with a suck, then he transferred his attention to the other one.
Elizabeth whispered to her, “Like it, girl?” Kathleen merely nodded, not trusting herself to speak. This was the involvement with a boy or man that she had been deprived of until now. This was fun, she decided.
She whispered back to Elizabeth, “Should I let John touch me, down there?”
Elizabeth glanced carefully at her face, and replied, “It is your own decision, Kathleen. I would be glad to recommend it, but only when you feel it is right, for you, dear.”
Kathleen looked John straight in the eyes, and said, “Go ahead, John. I want you to ... feel me, feel my ... pussy.”
Aware of her skirt fastening, John slowly unzipped it, and the skirt fell to the floor, exposing her panties, which already were beginning to feel damp. He slid his right hand down inside, and gently grasped her sex, slowly brushing his fingers over the sensitive parts.
Her intake of breath told him she was feeling the effect of his caress, and he pressed a little further, sliding gently over her mons and clit, down towards her vaginal opening. She reacted with a shudder, pulling back involuntarily.
John was concerned. “Are you all right, Kathleen?”
She stammered, “Y-Yes. This is all so new to me. I don’t know what to do or feel or say.”
He told her quietly, “Listen to Catherine or Elizabeth. They know all about sex now!”
Catherine took her turn of whispering to Kathleen. “Let your body react naturally, Kathleen. Let things happen as you feel you want, but remember: John will not penetrate you tonight. He promised, and will keep that promise.”
Kathleen responded, “Thanks, Catherine.”
She allowed John to continue with his exploration of her nether regions until she shuddered with a small orgasm as her clit reacted. She told John urgently, “Stop, John, please.” His fingers stopped moving immediately, and Kathleen explained, “I am enjoying this too much, John. If you continued, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself having full sex with you. Only by stopping now can I retain control of myself.”
John allowed his own drive to cool down, as he saw she was correct.
“Agreed, my love. This is enough for now. I will take Catherine and Elizabeth to bed for lovemaking. You can join us in cuddling if you wish.”
“No, John. It will be too tempting. I must get back to my own bed, darling.”
He smiled at her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and ran his fingers over her nipples. “Look after these for me, Kathleen. I want more of that when we are married.”
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“Right, that is a date then, but first things first. I need to see your feet to get a few photos from various angles. I have to send them to The Personalia, so they can do their planning for the work.” “I need to take off my tights, sergeant...” “Of course. I should have thought. Please make use of my toilet room, through that door.” Jessie went off to remove her tights, and returned wearing only her shoes, slightly self-consciously. Bob got her to sit and take off her shoes. She did so,...
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Jones seemed pensive. He remarked, “I haven’t bothered to consider if I am doing the best for myself; not for a long time. I should really do my own review of my work, like your company did with you, Jeeves.” “A good idea, Mr. Jones. Now, I had best get back to my own work.” “Right enough, Jeeves. I think I need to do another review of the CCTV camera coverage.” “An excellent endeavour, if you don’t mind me saying so. Good security is essential. Farewell for now.” The next few days were...
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“Good morning, Mrs Catherine Freeman. Kathleen Malone’s treatment proceeds as planned. It has reached 71 per cent complete, and all appears satisfactory. We anticipate completion at about 11.37 a.m. Was that all?” “That is all. Thank you and goodbye.” Rather than wake her spouses unnecessarily, she went through to the kitchen to make breakfast; mostly cereal and coffee. She scoffed the cereal hungrily, and sat at the table sipping her instant coffee, thinking about her new life in a...
“Catherine, I have to get well enough to return to work. John and Elizabeth are both senior to me in the department, so I have to show willing.” “Quite so, Kathleen dear, but from what I can understand, you can take as much time off as you need to get fully back to normal. The Colony expects you to be conscientious about your work responsibilities, but they also want you to be fully fit, so you are an efficient and reliable worker. I like the concept of everyone working to do their best...
Mr Jeeves, I am going to pass to you in confidence a little knowledge of our investigations. The lawyer is telling us that Mrs Dawes’ former husband was instrumental in the forgery. He apparently was persuaded to assist, in an apparent apology for planting listening devices on his ex-wife.” “Of course!” I exclaimed. “The listening devices were in the car that he provided as part of the divorce settlement. We only discovered them recently, and had to conclude they were installed at his...
“Don’t take it too literally, Jeeves. I am merely considering emergency measures at this time.” “Very well, Miss Frobisher. I shall look out for you, should it prove necessary.” She smiled sweetly at me. “That sounds fine, Jeeves. Can we leave it at that, for now?” “We can. You got the inventory data installed on the office computer?” “I did that; including the section you left password-protected. I take it Mr. Dawes will have access?” “He has, and can alter the password to suit...
By the time I handed in the tray at the kitchen, there was more information on the TV news. By now, other cardboard boxes stuffed with bubble-wrap had been opened to reveal more artefacts, to the delight of the museum. As each item was revealed, it was laid on a foam mat on a cloth-covered folding table that had been hurriedly obtained. It was then quickly photographed, before being carried into the British Museum in triumph by a member of staff. I snorted at these antics, to the dismay of...
The valuer returned, “Exactly what I was thinking! My mind is wondering whether there are tiles behind this wood panelling. Having expensive tiles in the basement only makes sense to my mind if the upper corridor were similarly tiled to at least the same standard.” I excused myself for a couple of minutes while I phoned for the planned pickup of our valuer. The Jeeves on the other end promised to be there in about half an hour. I returned to Mister valuer and told him when he would be...
I volunteered, “I am sure that the final appearance will make the whole house look good, Miss Catherine. You have a lovely Victorian residence, if I may say so, ma’am. The dark panelling appears to have been introduced in 1901, as a sign of mourning at the death of Her Imperial Majesty, Queen Victoria.” “Really? That’s cool, Jeeves. How did you work that out?” “A combination of factors, Miss. The tiles appear to be from the ceramic works of William De Morgan, a noted Victorian potter and...
“If it suits you, miss, this morning would be admirable. I can ask Miss Frobisher to come along as a chaperone.” “Chaperone? For me? Or for you, Jeeves?” “Either, Miss Catherine. May I go and speak to her now?” “All right, then. Try to set it up for an hour from now. That will give me time to tidy my bedroom before you invade it.” I found my way to Miss Frobisher’s office, and tapped on the door. She answered it, and I said, “Miss F, I propose to use Miss Catherine’s telescope mounting...
I needed to get some research done on the history of this house. Jeeves and Company should be able to work on that, once I got a chance to ask them. Time I was doing another trip to the charity shop. What I might do is go there with the excuse of looking for a camera tripod of my own. That might appear a genuine reason for going out. I would bring it up tomorrow morning. Once breakfast was over and the table cleared, I approached Mr Dawes as he retreated to his study. “Sir?” “Yes,...
The young Crown Prince Mustapha, when he was still only nine years old, and back in Kobekistan for his English school's Easter holidays, gave his father, His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live forever and have many sons, pause for thought when he said, "You know, Father, your super Golden Palace lacks only one thing." "And what might that be, O my disrespectful son?" His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah asked. "A butler. You need a Jeeves. You really should...
There were only two people interviewing him, one the Ambassador and the other was introduced as His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever. The Emir opened the proceedings by saying, "Thank you for joining us today; I want nothing to interfere with our discussion here, so please do not attempt to use the correct formal honorific; feel free to call me 'sir'. We already know a great deal about you, so perhaps it would be better if you were to interview us?" "Thank...
Promptly at four the following day a Rolls-Royce arrived to take Robinson to the airport. He had had to be firm with his wife and had simply told her that this was a second interview and that he was minded to take the job if it could be arranged. When she protested he remembered the Emir's words, "The whip is our standard form of punishment for slaves, and is available to correct recalcitrant concubines, or even wives." He might avail himself of that, or at least a slipper, if she proved...
When the time came to go to Paris, the Emir's plans had changed and Robinson was booked on a scheduled flight, where he was treated as a VIP passenger and given a secluded cabin within the first class area of the Air Kobekistan jumbo jet. Shortly after take-off a stewardess joined him in the cabin and calmly stripped herself of all her uniform except her shoes and cap. "I am here for the Master's pleasure, to serve all his wants," she said, "I understand you have not flown with us...
The following day the Chief Eunuch arrived in Robinson's quarters with a woman in an abaya. "This is Thurayya, a present from the Emir," the old eunuch explained, "to replace the ones you rejected." The woman removed her abaya and stood naked with her head bowed and her feet apart, waiting for further orders. Robinson looked her over and walked slowly round her, She was olive-skinned with long shiny black hair, the typical Arab idea of beauty, well, even abundantly, fleshed and about...
After studying the operation of the Golden Palace for a few days, Robinson approached the Emir with a request. "Sir, I would like to put another lock on the Wine Cellar door," he said. The Emir was surprised by this request and commented, "All the doors are electronic. Only you and I, and anyone else we nominate, can get in through that door." "Sir, I am a cautious man. If the electronic lock were somehow subverted I would like to think that the door would still not open. I suggest a...
Whish ... THWACK! The Chief Eunuch lashed hard at the woman's shoulders with his dog whip as the Emir walked out of the Throne Room. The first to take the opportunity of using the woman was Major Fahd Ahkras who rubbed at the blackening mark across her shoulders as he fucked her arse. This made her cry out in further pain. The Chief Eunuch turned to Robinson and said, "Would you like to participate here? I recommend doing so now, as she will be torn and unresponsive by the time of the...
Robinson had settled in to a routine, and had attended the Emir each breakfast and for several dinners, mostly alone or with some of his advisors, when he was told that he would preside over the serving of dinner again, and that there would be the Emir's two English wives present. He supervised the mise-à-table and was satisfied that all was perfection. He then took his station behind the Emir's chair and waited. "You must be the Princess Alima, ma'am," said Robinson, bowing, as an...
After three weeks of working in the Golden Palace, Robinson again sought the advice of the Chief Eunuch. "If I want my wife to come from England, how do I arrange that?" "I suggest that you go and fetch her," said the old eunuch, "If you speak to Kamal Qumsiyeh he will arrange the journey." The Head of Protocol was as helpful as he could be. "Will three day's time be suitable?" he asked, "The Emir will be away for a couple of days and so you will not be needed here. I can...
It was a week before Caroline raised the question she had been wondering about. She had not really realised why the concubines were in the same accommodation as them, but assumed they were other employees. She had her own room and Robinson implied that this was for her comfort if he was working late. He had told her that the courtyard was theirs to use, and when she had investigated it she found that there were no entrances other than from their suite. He had also explained that the man in...
"What I require is someone newly graduated from your school, male, preferably an older student with some experience outside college before coming on your course," the butler said to the Principal of London's leading private college specialising in the training of senior domestic staff for the nobility, "He will be my deputy here at the Golden Palace in Kobek in the service of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever." "It would be illegal for us to discriminate...
At one of the dinners for the Emir and his wives, there was a telephone call for the Emir just before the dessert was served. During dinner he had been sucked by both of his wives, and the evening was clearly going to follow the usual course of such evenings, ending with some sexual games during and after coffee and liqueurs. Tonight was different; after the telephone call, the Emir said that he had to go and deal with a problem, and would be an hour or two. "You finish your dinners. I'm...
After dinner one evening, when the Emir had dined alone, he seemed disposed to chat to Robinson, and they discussed the latest rugby and cricket news, despairing of England's ability to finish any match off, having put themselves in a winning position early on. "I do find Kobekistan a little boring at times," said the Emir, "Just one long round of problems which people claim only the Emir can solve." "Surely there are some compensations, Sir," ventured the butler. "Oh, yes," said...
The dinner for the Emir was a great success, and Robinson and Caroline chatted with the Emir as though they were at table in England. Alzubra had high hopes that she would be offered to the Emir, but she was not called into her Master's presence. Robinson had not bothered to tell his wife the full purpose of the Emir's visit, and when the formal dinner finished they all rose, she thought for the Emir to leave. "We will now go into the bedroom, if it pleases my Master," said Robinson to...
Later, in the privacy of her own room, Caroline went over the evening's occurrences and could not believe how aroused she had been by the whole episode. 'My husband watched another man bugger me, and it excited him, and me, ' she mused, 'Then he whipped me, properly, and that just turned me on more. I must be a slut, and a loose woman. My mother must be turning in her grave. I'm sure she never had anyone but my father.' If Caroline had but known it, her mother, who had been a...
A week later an abaya shrouded figure again entered his bedroom as he was about to go to bed. Thinking this was a return visit by Ayda, and looking forward to another pleasant interlude with her, he hastened to help her remove her all concealing garment, only to be faced with the nude body of Ayda's daughter, the Princess Alima. "But ... but..." he stammered. "That's a nice welcome, I must say," replied the Princess, "Yes. I am here to be the delight of your night tonight. Am I so...
At breakfast, Caroline asked nonchalantly, "Which of the concubines did you use last night?" "Mind your own business," her husband replied, "You should know better than to ask personal questions about matters which do not concern you." "I only ask because none of the women were missing at midnight when we were having a quiet game of whist," she replied, "And there was a rumour that you were visited by someone from the Emir's harem." "As I said, it is no business of yours what...
The Emir had one of his occasional dinners with his two wives, and Robinson wondered whether the attitude of any of the three Royals would be different, since this was the first such occasion since he had slept with each of the Emir's wives. All proceeded normally until the Emir signalled for Alima to suck his prick as he ate. Naturally she performed this task with all the enthusiasm she normally showed and the Emir clearly enjoyed it. Then Alima passed a remark quietly to her mother, which...
About five years after Robinson had taken up his post as butler to His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, a small war started against the neighbouring Khanate of Tirfil. The new Khan, formerly Prince Habib, had allowed more and more incursions across the border, raiding villages, mostly for livestock but with a few women also being stolen. Things came to a head when a complete village was razed to the ground and its male inhabitants slaughtered. A few escaped and they confirmed what the...
Robinson was fucking Charlotte one afternoon when he finally decided that she really wasn't any good as a concubine. All the rest of his women were either happy to be in a harem, because that was the only life they knew, or had, at least, learned to enjoy it as his wife had. All of the others were grateful to be in his bed from time to time; indeed they vied for the privilege. This Charlotte obeyed him, but that was all. She never tried to catch his eye, and it was clear she thought that...