The Abominable Crichton

Day One 1

William Crichton lay face down on the sand, his eyes crusty with dried salt. He moaned and began to stir and slowly, inch by inch, he dragged himself back to consciousness. Groaning, Crichton opened his eyes and raised his head. He was on what seemed like an endless beach and the sun was beating down mercilessly. Then, in a rush, it all came back to him; the ship, the storm, the sinking. 'Where on earth can Lady Mary and Lord Loam be?' he thought to himself. 2

Crichton struggled to his feet and began to trudge along the beach in search of other survivors. The white sand was littered with the flotsam and jetsam of a shipwreck, broken spars, empty crates, the pathetic remnants of many tragic soul's lives. 3

Day Two 4

"Crichton. Crichton!" Lady Mary called out imperiously "The fire is getting low." 5

"Yes my Lady" responded the put-upon butler. "I am just about to get more wood." 6

"About time too" growled Lord Loam. 7

"That's alright sir" interrupted Tweeny. "I can get more wood." 8

Crichton smiled at Tweeny, the maid, glad that she too had survived the storm. "Thank you Tweeny. That would be most helpful." 9

"What are you going to do about food for tomorrow Crichton?" asked Lord Loam. 10

"I am sure we will be able to manage something my Lord." 11

"We? We? I'll have you know that Lady Mary and I have no intention of performing manual labour. That is your role. Yours and Tweeny's." 12

"Yes my Lord." 13

Day Seventeen 14

"Crichton!" called Lady Mary from the shelter. 15

"Crichton!" called Lord Loam from the beach. 16

Tweeny watched the butler nervously as he sat cross-legged by the fire calmly ignoring the calls of his employers while he sharpened a piece of driftwood with his knife. 17

"CRICHTON!!!" Still no reaction. 18

Finally the two aristocrats realised the futility of their shouting and they entered the clearing. 19

"What on EARTH do you think you are doing?" hissed Lord Loam. 20

"We need to talk" replied Crichton with perfect equanimity. "This is not going to work." 21

"What do you mean Crichton? And stand up when you address us!" screeched Lady Mary. 22

Crichton smiled. "It's like this. I know how to make fire, what plants are good to eat, how to build shelter. All we need to survive. Tweeny is good with her hands and is a very willing worker." 23

"And the point of all this is?" sneered Lord Loam. 24

"The point of this is that we are doing everything. What exactly do you and Lady Mary contribute to this community?" 25

"Community? Community! We are your employers for God's sake!" 26

"Were our employers. What exactly are you paying now? When do we get paid?" 27

"This is ridiculous" blustered Lord Loam "of course we will pay you when we get back to civilisation." 28

"That is exactly my point. We could be here for the rest of our lives. It is not fair that you live a life of ease. From now on, if you want to eat you work." 29

"But ..." burst out Lord Loam. 30

"But ..." moaned Lady Mary. 31

Day Eighteen 32

"Crichton ... Crichton. I'm hungry." 33

"Like I have said repeatedly Mary, you have to work." 34

"Mary? I am Lady Mary!" 35

"Mary. There are no Lords here, no Ladies. Just people. And as one of the four people on this island you are expected to pull your own weight. Now the fire needs banking. Once that is done you can eat." 36

"But. But ..." 37

Mary dropped her head and then stood up and headed for the tree line to collect wood. Tweeny glanced across at Crichton, a look of satisfaction twinkling in her eyes. 38

Day Twenty Seven 39

Crichton sat with an arm around Tweeny's shoulders as they watched Mary filleting a fish and threading it onto a green stick to put it over the embers of the fire. Things had changed drastically over the past week. It was now Mary and her father who did most of the manual work; that didn't mean that Crichton and Tweeny lazed around, but theirs was more of a supervisory and training role. There had been many tears from Mary but she was at last becoming resigned to her new station in life. If the truth be told the physical exertion was actually making a big difference, she had woken that morning raring to go and full of energy, something that had never happened in the days of late night parties and a house full of servants. 40

Crichton got up and, holding Tweeny's hand, helped her to her feet. 41

"Come on my dear, supper will be some time yet." 42

Tweeny had always been a very sexual woman but, true to her class, had suppressed most of her feelings. Being on a desert island had had a liberating effect; something encouraged by Crichton. They strolled over to the rudimentary hut and ducked their heads to enter the gloomy interior. 43

With calm assurance Crichton slipped the straps of Tweeny's petticoat over her shoulders. In the tropical heat it was all that she wore; another factor in her liberation from those infamous 'Victorian Values'. The petticoat fell to the floor and Tweeny stood proud and naked. Crichton pulled his lover close and kissed her, deeply and fully. Tweeny sighed into his mouth. As they kissed Crichton guided her hand to the front of his shorts and she gripped his strong hard member. 44

The two lovers' passion was so great that they were soon on a bed of straw, making love. Crichton drove hard and deep into Tweeny's soft body and felt her nails rake his back, drawing blood. 45

"What on EARTH are you doing!" screamed Mary. 46

Crichton looked over his shoulder to see Mary standing in the doorway of the hut, her hand to her mouth, her face red with a mix of embarrassment and fury. Slowly, with deliberate calm, he withdrew his hard cock and stood up, grinning when he noticed Mary's eyes flick to his glistening tool. 47

"What the hell do YOU think you are doing?" asked Crichton his soft voice barely concealing the menace of something sterner. 48

"I ... I didn't know what to do about a sauce for the fish and so I came to ask." mumbled Mary. 49

"But you knew that Tweeny and I were in here, did you not?" 50

"Yes. But I had no idea what you were doing." 51

"That is no excuse. You do realise that you will have to be punished don't you?" 52

"No! That's not fair!" 53

"Fair has nothing to do with it. I am the leader of this community and you have to show me the respect that is due." 54

Tears were rolling down Mary's cheeks, but she just dropped her head and nodded. 55

"It seems to me" began Crichton with barely concealed glee "that you have seen quite enough of our activities for today." He glanced down at his still hard prick and smiled. 56

"Now; go and stand over there." Crichton pointed at the pile of salvaged cloth from the shipwreck. Mary silently did as she was ordered. 57

Crichton followed and stood close behind the trembling form of his erstwhile employer. He bent and fumbled on the floor and stood, placing a hand on Mary's shoulder. 58

"As you cannot be trusted to avert your eyes from what does not concern you, I am afraid I have to ensure your compliance in another way." 59

Mary gasped as she felt a cloth sack being pulled over her head. She struggled and Crichton slapped her arm. 60

"Be still! ... 61

The coarse canvas was rough against Mary's face and it smelled of the sea. It was stifling in the heat of the hut and the combined effect was to almost make Mary swoon. She felt her hands being grasped and roughly bound together. Then she was left to stand on her own. 62

It was but moments later that Mary heard the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking and she gasped once more. 63

Mary stood, her face burning, grateful now for the fact that it was concealed from Crichton and Tweeny. She could hear the moaning and heavy breathing as they made love and was building a picture in her mind of what they were doing. Her embarrassment grew as she felt her juices begin to flow as she listened. 64

Crichton thrust harder and harder into the hot wet centre of his lover. The pace of his pounding growing to a crescendo, Tweeny moaned and threw her head from side to side as her passion mounted, then all in a rush, her orgasm washed over her and she screamed with joy. Crichton thrust harder and began to come, shooting his hot sperm deep into the belly of his lover. 65

Beneath the hood, Mary's breathing was getting faster and faster, the sounds of Crichton and Tweeny had raised her own excitement to unexplored heights. Tweeny screamed and Mary gasped, her own sex pulsing in sympathy with the woman on the rough bed. Unconsciously, Mary began to move her hips back and forth in an impotent parody of the activities being concluded on the bed. Then, in a rush of sensation, she too began to orgasm. Mary's legs shook and then gave way, dumping her onto her back on the pile of rope and canvas. She could not control herself and lay, silently jerking her hips as she slowly came down from the heights of ecstasy. 66

Slowly, coherent thought began to assert itself once more and Mary moaned with embarrassment; how could she have lost control in such a base manner? If possible her features went even redder, how could she ever face Crichton and Tweeny again? 67

Day Twenty Eight 68

The next day Mary was still stunned by the turn of events. Crichton had been such an admirable butler, but now, now he was simply abominable! What was more; this wretched island was affecting her too. As she recalled the happenings of the night before she felt her heart begin to beat faster with excitement. It was no wonder that the natives of the Empire created such dissolute nations. In climates that encourage near nakedness how could the natives develop morals such as the Victorians, safely wrapped in their multiple layers of figure disguising material? 69

Tweeny came out of the shack and grinned at Mary, which only made things worse. Her face was burning with embarrassment and she turned and ran towards the shore, followed by the tinkling laughter of the former maid. 70

Day Thirty Two 71

It was almost a week since Mary had been forced to stand and listen to Crichton and Tweeny making love and each night since then she lay in her bed listening to the two lovers as they indulged themselves in the freedom that this desert island engendered. Every night she struggled harder with her baser instincts to go over to the bed that they shared. To this point her upbringing had triumphed over her instinct, but she was not sure how long she could hold out. Lord Loam had been worse than useless; he had not adjusted at all to the new reality and was spending his days in sullen silence, doing only enough to earn his food. 72

Smoke from the fire brought Mary back to herself, the fish were burning! Mary quickly grabbed her forked sticks and lifted the spits from the fire but she was too late, the fish were already black. 73

"Mary! What on earth are you doing?" It was Crichton. 74

Mary's face fell, she'd been caught out. 75

"I'm sorry, I let my mind wander." 76

"That is just not good enough" responded the ex-butler. "It took a lot of effort to catch those fish and now they are ruined. I'm afraid that you will have to be punished ..." 77

"But" 78

"Quiet! Now just kneel there where you are." 79

Crichton looked around him and picked up two large green coconuts. 80

"Now hold your hands out at the side." 81

Mary did as she was instructed. Crichton placed the coconuts in the palms of Mary's hands. 82

"Now just hold them like that until I manage to catch some more fish. Put them down and you will receive even sterner punishment." 83

Mary sniffed away a tear but said nothing. She dropped her head in shame, the heat of the sun on the back of her smooth neck. Crichton picked up his fishing spear and net bag and strode off down to the rocky outcrop that had proved to be such a good fishing spot in the past. He didn't let Mary see the smile on his face, he was glad that she'd had an accident; it was time to take her training to the next level. 84

It was over an hour later when Crichton returned to the camp. Mary was still kneeling; her arms were no longer straight out, she'd had to jam her elbows into her sides to halt an uncontrollable shaking, but she hadn't put down the coconuts. Crichton smiled to himself. He hung the fish filled net bag on a pole, stuck the butt of his spear into the sand and then walked over to Mary. 85

He crouched down, lifted her chin with his forefinger, and looked deep into Mary's pain-filled eyes. 86

"You have done very well. I can see that you really want to follow my orders. You can put the coconuts down now." 87

Mary let the coconuts fall to the sand and hugged her arms around herself. The movement of her arms sent a jagged shaft of pain through her elbows and she whimpered. 88

"There there. It will be alright" said Crichton stroking her cheek. 89

He saw how red and taut Mary's skin was and called out to Tweeny. His lover poked her head out of the hut and then came running. 90

"Tweeny, take Mary into the hut and look after her, she is in pain." 91

Tweeny nodded and helped Mary to her feet then, her hand around Mary's waist, helped her back to the hut. Crichton turned and headed for the fish, supper was going to be late today. 92

Tweeny helped Mary into the hut and sat her down on one of the rough straw pallets. She reached for a shell of sun balm, that wonderful concoction that Crichton had made. It was simply the flesh of a fresh young coconut, grated on some rough coral, but the resulting paste worked wonders; cooling the body and rendering burnt skin supple and less likely to blister. 93

Gently, Tweeny began to apply the soothing balm to Mary's red shoulders. Mary winced but knew that the pain was necessary. Tweeny slowly worked her way down Mary's arms and began to massage her tortured elbows. Mary moaned and tears began to run down her face. 94

"William is a stern Master but he is fair. You deserved this punishment and, hopefully, it has taught you a lesson." 95

Tweeny cupped Mary's face in her hands and smoothed the tears away with her thumbs. She leaned forward and gently kissed her ex-employer on the lips. This continued for a few seconds until Tweeny's passion got the better of her; hugging Mary tightly, Tweeny slipped her tongue between her lips and kissed her deeply. Mary's eyes opened wide with surprise, but her errant tongue betrayed her, twisting and turning as it followed Tweeny's, drinking her passion. 96

As they kissed Tweeny ran her hands down over Mary's shoulders and to her breasts. She rasped a thumb over an already engorged nipple and Mary gasped. 97

Mary's mind was in turmoil; everything in her experience was screaming that this was wrong, and yet her body was calling for more. Her inner thighs were slick with the juices that were flowing freely from her hot liquid centre. In any other situation this animal response would have mortified the prim and proper Victorian, but she was so excited that she just didn't care. 98

Tweeny drew the thin straps of Mary's petticoat down over her heaving shoulders and bared the pert breasts that were straining for attention. She gently pushed Mary onto her back and then bent over, her soft lips fastening upon a hard pink nipple. The engorged teat was redolent of sweat mixed with the tang of smoke from the campfire. As Tweeny sucked her hand twisted and tweaked Mary’s other nipple. 99

Mary’s head was spinning; she had never experienced such a rush of overwhelming sexual sensation in her life. She felt Tweeny’s tongue run down between her breasts and over her soft stomach. Almost swooning, she arched her back as the questing tongue delved into her navel. 100

Tweeny hurriedly grasped the material bunched around Mary’s waist and roughly pulled it down her legs. Throwing the petticoat into the shadows she drank in Mary’s nakedness with her eyes. Diving between the wantonly spread thighs she pressed her mouth to Mary’s nether lips and drank the fragrant exudation from within. Mary couldn’t believe what was happening, she had heard tales of this perverted practice but had never dreamed that she would experience it; and with a woman! She felt the impertinent tongue drive deeper inside and she jerked uncontrollably. Not wanting this to end she grabbed Mary’s hair with both hands and ground her pubis into the face of the former maid. The amazing tongue within her darted back and forth, retreated and advanced, then slid over the hard little nub at the top of her labia. 101

Mary screamed. 102

Waves of purple sound washed over her; ripples of icy sweetness flowed over her skin; every last iota of her being exploded in coruscating flashes of jasmine scented lightning. 103

An age later Mary’s eyes fluttered and opened and she looked up into the smiling face of her lover. Tweeny leaned down and kissed her deeply; Mary could taste her tart juices on Tweeny’s lips and she shuddered in an aftershock to her earth shattering orgasm. 104

The two lovers enfolded each other in their arms, kissing gently, and slowly drifted off to sleep. 105

“What is going on here?” asked Crichton. 106

Tweeny struggled to surface from her doze and opened her eyes. Her lover and Master was standing over her looking down. 107

“I ask you to help Mary only to find you in this shocking tableau vivant.” 108

Tweeny sat up brushing her hair back from her face. 109

“I’m sorry Master.” 110

“Sorry isn’t good enough. Stand.” 111

Tweeny did as instructed. Mary groggily attempted to do the same, her arm barely concealing her shapely breasts. 112

“Stay still Mary. This is for Tweeny.” 113

“But …” 114

“Silence!” 115

Mary snapped her mouth shut, her eyes wide open with fear. 116

Crichton turned back to Tweeny. 117

“Strip” 118

Tweeny hurried to do her Master’s bidding and was soon standing naked in the gloom. 119

“Hands behind your back.” 120

Crichton took a length of string from his pocket and efficiently tied Tweeny’s wrists. 121

“You will not touch Mary in a sexual way unless I give you express permission. Is that perfectly clear?” 122

“Yes Master.” 123

“Now go and wait by the fire.” 124

Tweeny did as instructed, bending awkwardly to exit through the small doorway. Crichton turned and stepped over to Mary. He gazed down at her impassively and the young woman shuddered. Crichton leaned over and took Mary’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of his hands. Mary whimpered but did not try and discourage him. Crichton pinched hard and she yelped. He stood straight, still holding the tortured nipples, forcing Mary to scramble to her feet. 125

“You understand now that my word is law?” 126

Mary nodded. 127

“Answer me!” 128

“Yes. Uh … Yes … Master.” 129

Crichton pinched harder on Mary’s nipples and her knees shook, but she managed to stay on her feet. 130

“And you understand that, whatever I ask you to do, you must?” 131

“Yes Master.” 132

“Now go and serve the supper. I’ll be out in a moment. 133

“Yes Master.” 134

Mary bent to pick up her petticoat. 135

“I said nothing about dressing. This is my island and on my island females go unclothed at all times unless weather conditions dictate otherwise.” 136

Mary blushed. “Yes Master.” 137

She turned and left the hut. 138

Crichton sat down on a straw pallet smiling to himself. Life was good; two beautiful slaves and one elderly worker may not be much of a country but, for him, life as ‘Governor’ was going to be very agreeable.139