Chapter 3

It was well past 10 a.m. when Lady Lucy Turner awoke. She opened her eyes at the sunlight coming in through her bedroom window. She rolled over and discovered she was alone. She thought briefly and then remembered a few things from last night. She remembered there was David, David Squires, her new younger lover. And she remembered her fifteen-year-old son. Robert had returned from boarding school to stay with her for the whole summer. She remembered some other details and smiled as she replayed some of those memories inside her head.

She sighed, reached over to her bedside table, and pressed the little red intercom buzzer. After a few seconds, Mrs. Doyle’s voice spoke from the kitchen.

‘Your ladyship, are you awake?’ Mrs Doyle asked the most obvious questions that almost needed no reply.

‘Can I have some tea and toast, Mrs Doyle.’ Lady Lucy asked.

‘Coming right up in about five minutes, your ladyship.’

‘Thank you.’ Lucy said, and the intercom went silent.

Lady Lucy sat in bed and waited for her breakfast to arrive.

Just as Mrs Doyle promised, five minutes later, Mrs Doyle laid a breakfast tray on Lady Lucy’s lap.

‘I brought a pot of tea and an extra cup. Would you like me to stay for a while?’ Mrs Doyle asked Lady Lucy.

‘Of course. Now tell me what I have missed this morning and perhaps from last night.’ she asked Mrs Doyle.

Mrs Doyle poured the tea and spread toast with strawberry jam as she related what was happening in and around the house that morning.

‘The gardens are doing well with this good weather. Your son and Mr Squires are playing with his motor car, driving it up and down the driveway. I am preparing lunch and dinner for tonight.’ Mrs Doyle reported.

‘Anything else?’ Lady Lucy asked, not thinking.

‘Well ... You made quite a lot of noise last night, overdoing it with your cocktails. I’m surprised you made it to bed, your ladyship.’

Lucy went silent as she listened to Mrs Doyle.

‘A lot of noise, you say?’ Lady Lucy asked.

‘Yes, you were howling like an animal being chased around the room, and then there was Mr Squires and young master Robert making a bit of a racket, too.’ Said Mrs Doyle.

‘Really, that loud were we.’

‘Oh, I thought you were in trouble, so I came up to see if I could do anything.’ Said Mrs Doyle.

‘And was there anything to do?’ Lady Lucy asked cautiously.

‘No, nothing to be done about it. Mr Squires seemed to have most things under his control, and young Master Robert behaved himself.’ She told Lady Lucy.

As she was talking and eating her breakfast, the bedlinen had slipped down, revealing Lady Luy’s naked breasts and nipples. It led Mrs. Doyle to imagine that Lady Lucy had slept naked without wearing a nightgown of any kind. She looked at the naked top half of Lady Lucy and admired the round firmness of her breasts and the pointed brown nipples.

‘You’re showing a bit.’ Mrs Doyle said.

‘Oh, am I? So I am, but you must have seen much more of me over the years, Mrs Doyle.’ Lady Lucy commented.

‘I have.’ Mrs Doyle confirmed.

‘Are you angry, upset about something?’ Lady Lucy asked Mrs Doyle straight out.

‘A bit concerned, that’s all. Mr Squires seems like a good man for you at present, and he seems to have turned young Master Robert around in just one day. So, no. Not angry or worried about you.’

‘What do you know, Mrs Doyle.’ Lady Lucy asked here.

Mrs Doyle paused for a long few moments, then spoke.

‘ know just about everything. I have worked in the Turner house since you married Lord Robert. I know what happens in every room and by every person. I know you suffered under Lord Robert and about young Master Robert too... ‘ Said Mrs Doyle.

‘Well, no secrets can be kept from you.’ Lady Lucy remarked.

At this point in their conversation, Mrs Doyle reached over and, with her finger and thumb, gently pinched Lady Lucy’s left nipple, making it go stiff with her touch.

‘Mrs Doyle, be careful. You might just be going a little too far doing that.’ Lady Lucy said.

‘I watched you last night with Mr Squires, and young Master Robert undressed you, and they appeared to play a little game with you.’ Mrs Doyle confessed.

‘Really, how very naughty of you, Mrs Doyle. Do I have no privacy at all around my own house?’ Lady Lady asked.

Mrs Doyle then pinched Lady Lucy’s nipple harder and rolled it around with her fingers.

‘Ow, that is a bit too much.’ Lady Lucy complained.

‘You have been fucking young Master Robert on and off for the past few years, your ladyship, and you were regularly raped and abused by Lord Robert when he was alive. I know all about you.’ Mrs Doyle told Lady Lucy.

‘Are you blackmailing me, Mrs Doyle?’ Lady Lucy asked.

‘Not at all, in fact, the complete opposite. I want to protect you, look after you, and see that you do not come to any serious harm to your ladyship.’ Mrs Doyle said.

‘Then what do you want?’

Mrs Doyle switched her attention to Lady Lucy’s other bare nipple, pinched it, and rolled it around with her fingers. This made Lady Lucy gasp in both pain and pleasure.

Mrs Doyle smiled from ear to ear and looked directly into Lady Lucy’s eyes.

‘I am not that old, only fifty-three, and I still like how a man looks at me. Perhaps I could better look after you and young Master Robert if I could be inside the room with you both instead of standing outside peeking in.’

‘Ah, I understand, you want to join in, Mrs Doyle.’

‘Yes, please. Young Master Robert looks like a fine young man without his clothes on, and Mr Squires has a wonderful body, too, from what I have seen.’

‘In that case, Mrs Doyle, since you seem to carve attention as much as I do, consider yourself included as part of the family. I hope you will keep all this to yourself for now and always.’ Lady Lucy said.

‘Certainly. After young Master Robert has taken me, I will have as much to lose as you do in all of this.’

Lady Lucy considered what Mrs Doyle was asking for. It seemed to be a rather strange offer, and she wondered what was behind what Mrs Doyle wanted her to agree to.

‘Is there something you’re not telling me, Mrs Doyle?’ Lady Lucy asked.

‘There might be, but that does not matter when all things are considered.’ Said Mrs Doyle.

‘Oh well, why not? You know what you are asking for might go way beyond what you expect. You could end up in some very deep water much further than you might imagine.’ Lady Lucy warned her.

‘I will take my chances with that.’ Mrs Doyle said.

‘Okay, you’re in, and you are in all the way; there is no backing out for one reason or another,’ Lady Lucy said.

‘I understand that.’ Mrs Doyle said.

‘By the way, what is your first name?’ Lady Lucy asked.

‘Peggy, Peggy Doyle, your ladyship.’

That afternoon, Lady Lucy arranged for Peggy Doyle to join the family for drinks in the library.

‘As from this afternoon, Peggy will join us for drinks and should be considered part of the family, not as a staff member, or as a servant, nor as the housekeeper of Turner House.’ Lady Lucy declared.

David was first to congratulate Mrs Doyle.

‘How do you do, Mrs ... Ah, Peggy.’ David stumbled over her name.

Robert followed with his congratulations.

‘Welcome, Peggy.’ He said, kissing her on the cheek.

David then offered to be the bartender and serve drinks to everyone. He asked Robert to help him make the cocktails for Lady Lucy and Peggy Doyle. Robert helped, and just as the last part of the cocktail was mixed, David dropped in two little white Quince tablets. Robert looked on as David mixed the drinks so the tablets would dissolve in the cocktails.

‘What is that?’ Robert whispered to David.

David winked at Robert and whispered his reply back

‘A little bit of fun!’ David said.

Drinks were handed around. David and young Robert had small beers, and the women had double-strength vodka cocktails spiked with the Quince drug. Both David and Robert watched the two women for signs that the alcohol and the drug were taking effect.

‘Well, this is all very jolly.’ David said.

‘Yes, it is.’ Lady Lucy agreed.

‘How long have you been here in the Turner house, Mrs ... Ah, pardon me, Peggy?’ David asked.

‘Oh, longer than I should care to remember.’ She replied.

‘Careful, Robert, Peggy knows all your secrets!’ David said jokingly.

‘I don’t have any secrets.’ Lady Lucy annonced.

They all laughed at the jokes, which made both Peggy and Lady Lucy drink more of their spiked drinks.

It took approximately ten and twelve minutes before the drugs and alcohol began to have that effect. Lady Lucy was given a double dose yesterday in her drink, so she still has some of the Quince drug in her system, which made the pill mixed in her drink today react more quickly.

‘Gosh, these cocktails are strong today.’ Said, Lady Lucy.

‘Mine seems a wee bit strong but very nice.’ Peggy commented.

‘Well, it must be time for a top-up, then,’ said David, mixing another two cocktails for the women. Again, he dropped a little white pill of the Quince drug into each glass and then handed them to Peggy and Lady Lucy.

Robert watched the whole thing from his armchair. David mixed the drinks, slipping the pills into each glass and stirring the drug around until it dissolved in the cocktail mix. Robert winked at David as he passed by to hand out the drinks to the two women.

‘How long?’ Robert whispered to David.

‘Not long.’ David replied.

David then suggested that they take their drinks and move upstairs. Both women were easily manipulated. The Quince drug relaxed the body and the mind but not so much that the person would become unconscious. That was the great thing about Quince. It still allows the person to understand and know what is happening around them, but it also allows them to relax about anything and everything completely.

As they went to the stairs, David guided Lady Lucy, and Robert helped Peggy. Both women were a little unsteady on their feet as the Quince affected their minds and bodies.

In the bedroom, Peggy and Lady Lucy sat on the bed side by side. And just about finished their drinks. David and Robert watched them, and then they took control of both women.

‘How about a little party game.’ David suggested.

‘What sort of game?’ The woman asked.

‘A Party game, where we take off our clothes and have fun together.’

David said.

He nodded to Robert, and they both moved close to the women and began to undress them. Lady Lucy was undressed by her teenage son, Robert. And Peggy was undressed by David.

It did not take long for the women to have their clothes taken off. Within a few minutes, both of them were down to their lingerie, stockings, garter belts, bras, and panties. They put up no resistance at all. They laughed and giggled as their clothes were stripped off, scattered, and thrown across the bedroom floor.

David and Robert now took off their clothes and got naked.

Both women laughed and giggled, watching them strip off.

‘Oh look, it’s a striptease show.!’ Lady Lucy cried out.