Edwardian Family secrets

Lady Isabella was now back in her bedroom clutching a bound leather package that moments earlier she had stumbled across hidden in the space behind the wall of the old library, it had been handed to her by one of the workmen who thought it looked strange and after opening it and reading the front letter contained within her heart was thumping and she had immediately retired to her room to continue her exploration of the contents. The opening letter had been so mysterious but now the desire to find out more was overwhelming. She unfolded the letter and read it again.

To the finder of this parchment,

Contained within this package lies one of the deepest secrets of my personage and should not be revealed to anybody. I should have destroyed the contents but for reasons that will be clear to anybody who reads them they could not be destroyed for they contained such personal recollections I just could not bring myself to do this act.

I therefore beseech you, if on finding this you are a member of the Chatsworth family line then please hide them or destroy them once more. If not then I implore you, respect the honour of me and my family and do likewise for if you divulge their content then you may besmirch our honour with irreparable harm.

Lady Isabella was 21 and her curiosity was now overwhelmed as she broke the seal on the package and slowly removed its contents… some letters and a leather diary, instinctively she took out the first letter and observed the family crest at the top of the page, the Chatsworth crest and began reading it.

My dearest Lady Barbara
 
I do so hope that you forgive my impudence of writing to you directly with quill and parchment. It is my great honour to try and make your acquaintance, it seems that during some recent conversations amongst the ladies in the area your name did occur concerning the matter of a certain duel you had with the Countess Sara de Roquefort from France, one in which the two of you did meet to settle your dispute by the blade yet after no victory was forthcoming the pair of you continued your contest by your talons alone.
 
Many of my friends expressed their shock and concern that a lady of such stature should resort to such a common show however I write to assure you that I do not share their feelings, I can understand that in the heat of a dispute the desire for victory overcomes all else, I have felt that felling myself on many occasions that I have duelled but since my blade superiority has always been my greatest asset I have never had the opportunity to see what should transpire should my blade not be victorious.
 
I would welcome your presence at my estate in Chatsworth any time to make your acquaintance, I am sure you would enjoy a conversation with an undefeated duellist, maybe you could even learn something for a future event should you feel the need to indulge again...
 
I trust this letter reaches you safely
 
kindest regards
 
Lady Anne of Chatsworth.

Isabella was shocked and excited she loved fighting, she felt it was in her blood, a fencing expert, a horsewoman and now she knew why she loved it so much, it was genetic. She immediately looked in the diary and found the first page dated 27th June 1727.

I finished writing my letter, carefully folded it and placed it in an envelope, scented with my perfume and sealed it with the estate seal and summoned my most trusted maid Molly and gave her the clear instructions to deliver the letter personally to lady Barbara Chastleton, stressing she await her response. I gave her 2 days paid leave to carry this task out for me. I told Molly of lady Barbara’s reputation and to be sure she returned with this letter also.
 
I dismissed her and get up from my desk, a sense of excitement and anticipation already running through me, Molly has seen me duel 5 times and even had a savage catfight with another of my opponents maids, it was this fight that so excited my desires to have a gutter street fight yet I could never be seen taking the chance of actually going to the city for such an event, as I would be recognised.. Now at last word reaches me of a possible chance and I so hope that my letter is read with the veiled threat that was intended

Isabella turned the page to the next entry 29th June 1727

Molly returned this morning and I eagerly summoned her to the drawing room and as I had hoped she carried with her a sealed letter from Lady Barbara, it's scent standing out from my other correspondence and I sat down to read the letter...I paused at the end, oh my she has understood totally...the threat is obvious in her tone, she knows my intentions and I suddenly got excited, I am going to find out what a gutter fight feels like but first I must honour my reputation and better her with the blade and to do that I must practice once more and begin to build my hostility towards my opponent, a fight is a fight and as much as we have our honour I know I must be ready to battle without fear or hesitation otherwise I will be defeated.
 
I asked Molly to fetch my emerald green gown and light green Basque, the gown is perfect as it requires lacing at the back and the basque shows my bosom forwards in an intimidating manner and should the need arise I can release the back to reveal my full chest as I had to once for a contest requiring first blood to be drawn...my silk petticoat and black riding boots will complete my duelling outfit and I asked Molly to fetch my blades and lock the door as she will be my sparring partner for the next three days as she is the only maid who knows of my desire to fight like a street whore and as she is well practised in this she is the ideal partner to sharpen my skills with as she will not dare go too far and cause me harm before my contest with lady Barbara, that slut i think as already my animosity towards her builds.....

Her mind was racing, what had Laby Barbara said to elicit this response and then she realised the other letter was not on Chatsworth paper and instantly she removed it and read it….

My dearest Lady Anne
 
I do forgive your impudence of writing to me directly, it would be my honour to make your acquaintance also. As I have heard of you in a passing conversation with some of my friends of another Lady whose blade superiority matches mine. They were wondering what would happen if the two of us we ever to meet. Lady Anne the Countess Sara de Roquefort from France had a duel which we could not settle by our blades, we settled it by our talons alone in which I was victorious.
 
It is nice to see that another Lady of my stature does not think that we should resort to such a common show. The Countess Sara was my first when my blade superiority did not prove superior, we settled it talon vs talon in which I was victorious,
 
It would be my pleasure to come your estate, make your acquaintance  and chat with another undefeated duellist, maybe we might both learn something for an future event if we both chose to indulge again, Then who knows we may feel the need to indulge ourselves and find out who has the superior blade, you may get the chance to  find out what would happen if your blade is not the superior blade.
 
Lady Anne I shall arrive three days after Molly delivers this to you, My most trusted maid Gina will accompany me,
 
Kindest Regards
 
Lady Barbara of Chastleton

She heard a noise and shoved the papers under her bed sheets but it was a false alarm, her heart racing she flicked forward 3 pages in the diary.

2nd July 1727

Gina had told Molly all about the contest with the countess, how the duel had been so close and once first blood had not satisfied them, how the two fine women had discarded their gowns and continued the contests as a gutter fight, like she had been in many a time, but seeing her mistress do so had been incredible. Gina knew that by relaying this to Molly, the message would get to me as it had and now standing there on the doorway as you get out of your carriage my mind races.
 
Lady Barbara looked as elegant as i had heard, in her blue gown, her breasts full and her waist tight, I both respected her and hated her, respect that she was prepared to meet me in such a contest but hatred as there must be to fight and over the past 3 days I have thought of nothing else and seeing her my hatred was fuelled by jealousy too, jealous that she had felt the feeling of a gutter fight, but at first I was civil as there were many people watching andtomorrow it will be just the two of us with Molly and Gina and then I can tell her how I really feel.
 
Inside I am burning, once my eyes set on her I wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and start a dirty nasty gutter brawl but I could not do that on my porch and yet the conversation just intensified my desire to better her and I fear the tone in my voice betrayed my contempt for her as hers betrayed her contempt for me.

A second entry followed on that day.

We retired to the drawing room and servants came and went bringing us tea and crumpets and all the time we mdke polite conversation, but making sure our body language gave off the inevitable competition, my chest always thrust forward when I made any point. After a while I dismissed the last servant and turned to her...sensing in her eyes the concern, surely I was not going to try anything there, right then..This is what I said to her.
 
“Lady Barbara, I thank you for your dignity in keeping up this charade in front of my general staff but let us turn to the mater in hand, we both know why you are here, deep down you are nothing but a gutter tramp, a street whore who showed no fine breeding when duelling with Countess Sara.. My friends were all shocked but not myself, because as you may have gathered I too share those desires”
 
Ever since I witnessed Molly in a brutal savage catfight with the maid of one of my challengers some 6 months ago I wanted that feeling that she described, seeing her rip her opponent to pieces, shredding her clothes, scratching and mauling her breasts and the language, oh the common street language that so turned me on when I thought of using such vulgar words, I wanted that feeling that Molly had when she fought, for she did so often and now at last I was to experience it first hand for myself, the tension almost making me explode as my hatred for her grew, knowing that soon we would be talon to talon. I finished the conversation with the following words and retired to bed
 
“Let me get to the point Lady Barbara, you are vulgar and common and I shall enjoy bettering you with the sword, that I will promise, but I shall spare you from serious harm once I have bettered you, provided you accept my challenge to finish our duel by our talons alone, if not then I shall cut you badly with my blade, do you accept these terms CUNT, for that is what you truly are”,

on those final words my heart raced, I had never called a fellow landed lady that word and merely its utterance had me fired up, I already felt some of what I desired and long to experience more

Lady Barbara responded thus “Lady Anne, you are welcome, I know why I’m here deep down I my be a gutter tramp, but deep down you are also a gutter tramp or you would have never invited me here. As for Countess Sara and I when we duelled we showed our fine breeding but in the end we both gave in to something we both wanted. You don’t  know your friend very well do you, I’m also glad that it shocked your friends as deep down they are nothing more then gutter tramps .”
 
the tension was building, the urge to go talon to talon with her was driving me wild.
 
“ Lady Anne your just as common and vulgar as I am,  it is still yet to be seen if you can better me with a sword, as I will enjoy bettering you with a sword then after I have bettered you with the sword I accept your challenge to finish our duel by talons alone SLUT for that is what you are”

She could see it in my eyes and body when she called me a SLUT I so wanted to latch onto her hair there and then and as she thrust her chest out and got to her feet I got to mine our chests only inches apart. We pressed together, our eyes glaring deep into the others, our hands slowly raised but then there was a knock at the door and we abruptly backed away.

We agreed to meet at 6 am in the old summer house Molly would show them the way and bade each other good night. As I write this entry my fire rages inside me like never before. Tomorrow I will destroy this BITCH.

Isabella put the book down and immediately thought of that bitch Penelope in the fencing club but then instantly turned the page to reveal the following entry

Over the next few pages I will write an account of the events that followed that day and consequently over the next 2 weeks , this shall be the last entry in my diary and I will then hide it forever.

3rd July 1727

I make these entries as it happened writing my own account of the events in a manner that allows the reader to experience my desires, my feeling my pain in a hope that you understand why I did it and why it thrilled me so…………

6 am I head straight to the summer house where my blades and hers have been laid out in their cases for us by Molly. It is a hot early summer evening, the end of what I hope will be a perfect day.. I release my hair, having it fall free relaxes me for the contest and I put on my green satin gloves and choose my blade, light but strong and I see her approaching. I take a few steps back and stand, my skirt blowing slightly in the breeze, my chest thrust forward as I stand patiently, my insides burning with desire...
 
I want nothing more than to launch into her hair and rip at her face and dress but I know I must resist the temptation..."So Lady Barbara, prepare yourself and choose your weapon", as she does I swish my blade through the air for some practise strokes and as she comes towards me I take my stance and ready myself, "en garde SLUT", Molly now taking a step back holding my coat about to see her mistress in the fight she always wanted

As we face off our swords pointing at each other, our free hands go to our skirts raising them just slightly as the warm summer breeze blows our skirts slightly, as we glare into each others eyes with hatred and desire to best the other. Our blades engage as we begin our duel. Molly and Gina watch as we work our blades back and forth in as we match each other move for move our blades parrying the others blade as I force her back slightly only to have her force me back slightly. Molly gasps as her blade slips through my guard almost knicking my arm. then its Gina's turn to gasp as I almost cut her neck and then we press blades moving almost face to face with each other.

I have to work hard to keep my concentration as her blade flashes before me and I breathe hard as I thrust my blade forward which she blocks, then i counter with another angle to hear the clash of metal once more, parrying and counter defending as she pushes forward until our blades slide together and we are nose to nose... "Your sword skills are good you WHORE, but be careful how close you get to me" with a swift flick of my right hand I jab my sword guard into her head and send her backwards, aiming a wide left swipe at her but she sees it coming and blocks it...
 
stepping backwards taking a breather I glare at her..."BITCH, our target area is too small, just our shoulders on show...Molly undo the back of my dress and remove my basque", turning to her...."I dare you Lady barabra to do likewise, the first to then cut the other is the winner and this time i will have tour tits to slice as well as your arms" I hold my sword by my side as i feel molly start to undo my dress..."Are you sure madam?" she asks. I scold her for questioning me... "Do it damn you, I want to see just what a tramp this woman really is", secretly I want nothing more than to get her chest exposed for it is my intention to claw her breasts and once we have removed our basques they will not go back on again.

Our chests exposed we begin again, not pausing for a break I lunge to the left and then the right, my skirt in my free hand, beginning to sweat now, her larger breasts jiggling as she moves back and forward and dodges my attacks....SWISH...I so nearly catch her chest but she jumps back... SWIPE.. she counters and I have to block quickly...we thrust and parry back and forward, "you common SLUT, I am going to cut you"..... I push forward harder with much more effort striking blow after blow towards her yet still she blocks until at last I manage to spin to my right and dodge her lunge and as I turn I find my blade pointing direct at her chest, almost touching her exposed and erect nipple and slowly I press it to her breast to let her know I can cut her at will....but to my dismay I feel the sharp end of her own sword dols and metallic slowly touch my own left nipple and look down to see her blade before me......
 
"Stalemate lady Barbara...shall we withdraw SLUT and continue or shall we discard our blades as neither has proved superior with the sword and settle this with our talons like two common street girls".. I press my blade a little harder into her breast and a slight trickle of blood appears.....

Slowly without taking our eyes off each other we withdraw our blades and turn to our maids. I turn my back to Molly..."Molly dear would you be so kind as to undo the rest of my dress, I want to be free of all this material so I can get at that slut over there"...Now Molly is more eager, she has secretly longed for this moment too..."Get her m'lady, rip her tits she will not be able to stand that" she whispers in my ear. As i feel my gown loosen at the waist I let it slip down and then step out of it, I then slowly pull my petticoat down and turn to see lady Barbara disrobing likewise you, now only wearing our bloomers, made from the finest silk I walk towards her and stop about 10 feet away, hands on hips.. "So you filthy cunt, for that is what you truly are, let's see how good a catfighter you really are, come over here and fight me like the common whore you are", my nipples are so erect as the excitement flows through my body

I squeal, half in delight and half in pain as she grabs hold of my hair, the intense feeling now rushing out of me as I fight with another noble lady, claw to claw. I grab her hair back with both hands and yank her hair from side to side and then I feel her hand grab my tit..."OWWWWWW you SLUT" I scream and let go with one hand and grab her wrist, pulling her hand from my tit, snarling and thrashing my legs trying to trip her up... "you want to grab tits hey bitch, then see if you like this"... I drop her hand and immediately grab her left tit and squeeze hard, the feeling of her soft flesh between my fingers sends a wave of excitement through my body, I have never held another woman’s breast and now i am twisting one in my bare hands....

the savagery of our fight excites and hurts at the same time, my hatred for her growing fast as she rips and tears at my precious tits, I grab hold of both of her larger tits and squeeze and pull, digging my nails in as we fight close in and then I feel her leg going between mine and push me back, I fall to my back and instantly I lift my legs up and wrap them round her waist, my hands going round the back of her neck and I get her in a  tight grip, her head in my arms...."you fucking whore" I scream as i try and roll her over..
 
Gina and Molly both close to each other are screaming for their mistress to rip the other's clothes off and both glare at each other, they would be fighting now too if they were not looking after us...
 
I reach my left hand down her back and grab the top of her bloomers and start to pull them up, I feel them stretch but the material is not designed for that and slowly they tear, exposing her right cheek and I latch my hand on and claw it hard, raking my nails...then I grab her bloomers again and pull once more. "I am going to rip your clothes off till you are naked like the whore you are"

Lady Barbara responds in kind and I feel my bloomers rip and tear and the cold air hits my skin. Gina screams “that’s it m’lady strip the whore naked”. Molly slaps Gina, “Don’t talk to her like that!” Gina not taking that slaps Molly back. “Your whore mistress is getting what she deserves” she screams

I snarl and bite as we roll over and over, tearing at her bloomers, her tearing at mine until they all but hang off us as we continue to fight virtually naked and then i feel her hand reach between my legs and rake up my crotch just as i kick out and send her tumbling, I am shocked, I wondered how far she would go and now i have my answer. I am about to launch at her when i hear the slaps from my side and see Molly and Gina launch into each others hair "cunt, whore, slag" they swear in true fashion as they begin their own bitch fight.
 
"kill her Molly, destroy that fucking slut who serves the cunt over there just as i will destroy her".. turning to Lady Barbara, I rip off the last shreds of my bloomers and lunge at her now naked. "DIRTY WHORE, " I scream..."you attacked my crotch so I shall do the same SLAG", my foot swings up hard and i land a blow square between her legs, doubling her over and grab her hair with both hands and start dragging her round the grass by her hair, the screams from Molly and Gina ringing out beside us as they shred each other's clothes

The air turns blue as we swear and curse at each other and we roll over and over, both now naked, our sweaty dirty bodies locked together. I hear Molly and Gina curse at each other and this just spurs me on, I now know i am fighting like a true gutter whore and it excites me....
 
I manage to push her away, surprised my kick did not hurt her more, realising how tough my opponent is now. she crawls on top of me and with one hand raking my tit the other reaches down and grabs my crotch..."Agggghhh you filthy whore, so you want my sex hey, well let's see how you like it SLUT", I bite my lips and match her, one hand ripping at her right tit, my nails digging in hard, twisting and clawing, my other hand reaches for her crotch and grabs it, my fingers tearing at her...my face pressed hard into her shoulder I open my mouth and my teeth sink in hard biting as hard as I can.... the screams of Molly and Gina and then Lady Barbara making my desire to fight overwhelming, almost oblivious to the pain from her attack,

I manage to shuffle my body sideways and trap her in a leg lock, my crotch pressing into her face as she claws and rake at my back and side. Molly and Gina still tear into one another and their now naked bodies are being punched, bitten and scratched but just then they are both distracted by my ear piercing scream as Lady Barbara’s teeth sink in to my flesh... "AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!, Oh my GOOOODDD" I never felt such pain... I desperately release her head and grab her by the hair to pull her teeth away and I twist round hard as I pull away and on all floors I try and crawl away from her my desperation now obvious,
 
Molly has sensed this and gets up from Gina to yell her encouragement, "No Mistress face her, maul her bad"....Gina pushes Molly to the side, blood on her chest and her face scratched bad, clearly Molly was getting the upper hand in their fight but now Gina can sense Lady Barbara is winning "Get her Lady Barbara, get that whore and finish her" her delight at my agony quite obvious.. I turn to face her, still on my knees, my skin burning from her bite at the same time Molly slams Gina from the side and takes her down to the floor.

Lady Barbara grabs me by the hair and hauls me to my feet her claws going for my face, raking her nails hard, I grab her wrists and try and keep them off and then too late realise my doom as she pulls my face towards her and slams her head onto the bridge of my nose. ...."agggghhhhh " I fall back in agony, my nose I think is broken, the pain is incredible and I can feel blood on my lips, Lady Barbara then straddles me, grabs my hair and presses my face into her crotch, humiliating me she slowly grinds herself into me, I cannot fight back any more as I am forced to beg her to stop, my agony running through my body, my humiliation complete. I can hear the maids still screaming as they fight as Lady Barbara keeps me under her.

lady Barbara pulls my head free so I can see her face,” my dear Lady Anne, SLUT that you are shall we make a little wager....the losing maid to come and serve the winners mistress for a fortnight...maybe that will gibe the other a reason to visit again to pick her up ,agree these terms and I shall release you, if not I shall continue till your suffering knows no mercy” Beaten humiliated I accept her terms and am released.

As I get to my feet naked I can sense Molly is in trouble. Gina rips out a handful of Molly’s hair as Molly tires "fight back Molly...you can do it" she rips at Gina's hair and pulls hard on her tit but I can see the pain in her face as Gina attacks her crotch again, Molly is breathing hard and her face is nearing the stage where she will quit, then Gina slams her fist between molly's legs and I can see her turn pale...Gina then locks her arm round Molly's neck and screams she is going to kill her and i sense she may..
 
"Enough lady Barbara, remove that slut of a maid from my Molly and then you will have her for a fortnight" I shall be pleased to come to your house to take Molly back for my own so i trust you shall keep her well... She tells Gina to let go and Molly drops to the floor...Still naked I go to her and offer my hand to pick her up, without a care for her own pain I demand she dress me now, she limps to the summer house and returns with some more clothes and brings them to me and I slowly put them on, wincing when she touches some of my injuries. I tell her not to bother with the corset since I would not be able to do it up. She then dresses the scratches on my face and I resolve myself to spending the next week alone in the house, a sudden fever no doubt laying me low.
 
"Lady Barbara, you fought like the slut you truly are and I hope you realise that I can fight too...Next time I shall let you decide on the course of our meeting. Gina can show you to the house where you can freshen for your journey but then i bid you to leave before I grab your hair again and we start to fight once more, my desire to fight you is still as strong as ever despite my injuries. Molly will be waiting at your carriage, Good day to you lady Barbara".

My civility returned despite my desire to rip her hair out once more and I head off to my chamber to relieve the incredible sexual tension built up inside me, on my own of course for no one should see me in my current state...

Ando so the tale ended, no further entries, did they meet again? did Molly ever return? Isabella wondered as she placed the items back in the package and thought of where she could hide them but then she simply put them in her top drawer as another overwhelming thought crossed her mind as the face of her hated rival Penelope drifted into her thoughts, she turned on her PC, opened up her mailbox and started to type….

Dear Penelope,

I hope you forgive me for being so direct but I ………..……