The Less Admirable Crichton
Copyright© 2026 by HAL
Chapter 2
Humor Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The Admirable Crichton is a play by the same man who wrote Peter Pan. It concerns a butler who is admirable in every respect, including survival when the family he works for are shipwrecked. He does take one of the daughters as a mate (at least in the film – 1957, Kenneth More), but that is all skated over. This is a slightly different version.
Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft AI Generated
The news therefore travelled back to the main camp and within minutes all had heard it. Such news! That Crichton had not only survived with that skivvy, but had thrived – built a shelter and provided food and ... here the girl Agatha was a little circumspect. She was only fifteen and although she was aware of what Eliza was apparently already committed to, she (Agatha) did not think it quite the thing to blab about. After a brief conference, the men decided to check the truth of the story, leaving the women behind.
The women naturally followed, regardless. Agatha had told how she had had a leg of chicken roasted and succulent; they wanted some too.
“Crichton? What’s all this then?” Lord Loam demanded. Eliza had covered herself, but it was plain to see that the loose covering of her young breasts was easily removed. Mr Ernest Woolley found him rather wanting to see. Naturally Reverend Treherne was made of sterner stuff (and thought the girl should be stripped and birched for leading Agatha astray; naturally he would happily do the stripping and birching).
“My lord?”
“You have food, and shelter. You did not think of us?”
“You dismissed me sir, you remember? You said it best we did not fraternise since it might erode the class divide.”
“Yes, but -”
“You said you and Mr Treherne, I beg your pardon, I momentarily forgot your station, Reverend Treherne; you said you two could easily build a shelter for the ladies and Mr Woolley would hunt and fish meantimes.”
“Yes, but -”
“You said that it was unfortunate but your class could not be expected to feed and clothe the indigent needy; they should shift for themselves.”
“I said that?”
“Not on this particular occasion sir; it was, I recall, when a collection was got up for the Irish sir. You remember? Your agent informed you that the potato crop was looking poor again.”
“Yes, maybe I did say that but -”
“Not maybe sir, I took especial note at the time and ensured that future indigent and needy persons did not pester you or your family.”
“But what about the ladies? Surely you would help them?” Mr Woolley interjected. He was sure he could live on limpets or something, if only his future wife might be fed.
“Ah, sir. To quote my recent employer: ‘as father to three daughters, I am responsible for their well-being, their safety, their access to life itself; until another shall take that burden from me. It is, I think, a similar responsibility for my wife and I treat such responsibility with sincerity. -’”
“But this is different...”
“If I may finish the quotation? ‘with that responsibility comes power. Just as I expect my wife to fulfil her wifely duties to me, such as I may decree they are; so I expect my daughters to honour and obey me in return for the protection, food and shelter they receive’. Those were Lord Loam’s words when he heard of his eldest daughter wanting to make choices for herself. You may say this is different but I fail to see how. He, and you two gentlemen in similar though lesser fashion, is responsible now for these ladies. If he, and you, are incapable of furnishing them with what it is your responsibility to provide, then surely they have no duty to yourselves?”
Mary loved her husband to be, she did. But she could also see that he was not cut out of the cloth needed in these circumstances. She stepped forward. “Crichton, perhaps we have approached this in the wrong way. Should we perhaps pool our resources to ensure the survival of all?”
“Again I must quote your father, Lady Mary. In the House of Lords he said ‘Am I responsible for all and sundry in any disaster? I am not. I may provide some aid, but cannot be expected to beggar myself with no expectation of reward, My Lords. Surely we must all act in ways that befit our needs rather than expect hand-outs?’”
“Did he say that? Oh dear. Well, Agatha tells me that you took Eliza under your wing and that she provides some ... comfort in return?” Crichton nodded. “And Agatha says she has proposed that she follows the same route?” Crichton nodded. “And you are agreeable?” Crichton nodded once more.
“WHAT!? Am I to understand that you have said you will feed my daughter only if she sleeps with you!!!???” Lord Loam finally came to understand the situation.
“As I explained to her, that is the relationship with your wife is it not? She married you and in return you protect and feed her. Is that so different to what is happening here with Eliza?”
“But, but, this is not to be born. You are saying that my beloved may be fed but only if she, well if she...” Ernest could not bring himself to say it.
“Provide the wifely duties. Ernest, come away for a moment.” Mary drew Ernest away and they had a quiet conversation, the upshot of which was that if she could persuade Crichton to include Ernest – that is feed him – that she would willingly sacrifice herself out of love. Woolley was weak and simple, he rapidly agreed. Mary returned with the proposal.
Crichton: “Lady Mary, a generous proposition I must say. But you should not need to sacrifice yourself for your fiance’s protection; I think we must find unskilled work for him too. Collecting firewood?” Woolley found himself agreeing to collect firewood in exchange for food; and tacitly agreeing that his future wife might offer such services as Crichton deemed appropriate for similar support.
John Treherne was made of sterner stuff, but was on shakier ground. He did not think he could approve of such an arrangement for Catherine, and yet he had no official claim on her. Their understanding was in the future. They were not engaged or betrothed or even properly courting yet. Still he objected to the nature of the proposition. “I made no proposition Reverend.” Crichton said. “It is, of course up to Lord Loam at this moment. Perhaps he will insist on providing for Lady Catherine, or perhaps he will make the understanding you have more official so you might provide the shelter and food she needs.”
“Lady Catherine IS here!” the lady intejected. “She is not some piece of meat to be bartered. And yet, it seems she IS for you three hold my life in your hands. I cannot hunt and kill with my bare hands, I cannot build a shelter like the one Eliza has here. Can you father? [he looked down], you John? [John Treherne made to speak and then shook his head. His skills were too cerebral, he told himself]. Then am I to starve or am I to serve as a female in this man’s seraglio? Mr Crichton? Will you help by providing my friend with a role as well? Might he not perform some task that means he may also feed satisfactorily?”
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