The Wine Cellar

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Somewhere in the ether between the conscious and surreal, Katherine awakes with a start. Her nightclothes cling to her body with a soft sheen of perspiration. Is it the humid summer night or perhaps something more feverish? Chaotic imagery flashes through her thoughts. She recalls wild dreams in restless sleep. In bare feet and wispy gown, Katherine pads across the large Elizabethan manor house. Her attire is hardly appropriate outside her bed chamber, but no one should be awake at such an hour. The lamps and candelabras sleep as surely as the manor inhabitants. Her only concern should be the Lord of the Manor, as it is no secret to the rest of the servantry that he takes from another of the chambermaids as he pleases. On the occasions that Isabel is summoned to Lord Quincy?s quarters, she often does not return for hours at a time. Katherine has overheard on occasion the hushed household speculation as to the nature of acts Quincy must perform on the young woman. For her part, Isabel tends to her duties and does not speak of such matters. Even after several years in the manor, Katherine has avoided Lord Quincy?s attention. She believes the difference must be physical, for Isabel carries a lithe frame, petite lines and olive complexion. Katherine is a study in contrast; milky almanbahis (https://almanbahis.biz/) white flesh with buxom figure. Her thickly curled auburn mane spills to her ample waist. Indeed, the extravagances of Lord of the Manor must lie elsewhere. Katherine creeps into the kitchen, where she pours a cup of fresh well water from a pitcher. Sipping slowly, she savors the cooling sensation that travels through her insides. Relaxation brings a return to fatigue; perhaps this intolerable summer night can be overcome after all. But what of the vivid dreaming? She sorts through the images from the dream, and the puzzle pieces begin to form into something quite sexual. Is that what carried her thoughts to Lord Quincy?s indiscretions with another chambermaid? A door swings shut in the hallway, jolting Katherine back to the immediate. Who could be up at this hour? She instinctively pulls her arm up over her breasts?no one in the house should see her up and about in such an inappropriate state. She pauses to listen?but only silence follows. Katherine ventures back into the hallway. On the way to her small bed chamber, she sees a faint strip of light from beneath the heavy oak door to the wine cellar. Was this the source of the noise? The wine cellar is an area of responsibility for Katherine. The Lord and almanbahis yeni giriş (https://almanbahis.biz/) Lady of the Manor will be most displeased if it has not been properly tended to. Could she have left candles burning from dinner preparation? She pushes the door open and softly descends the steps. In spite of the summer heat, the stone below ground level cools the soles of her feet. As Katherine reaches the straw-covered floor, she hears voices speaking in conversational tones. Shadows flicker in candlelight from around a corner. Her curiosity gets the better of her. Katherine kneels by the wall and peers around. She sees Lord Quincy with another man?a local noble she recognizes from dinner. The two are drinking wine from a cask. Quincy turns his head in her direction, and Katherine instinctively draws back. In her haste she knocks an oil lamp from its base. The glass shatters upon striking the floor. She is caught. Katherine looks down as the men round the corner. Two pairs of stockings and breeches stop in front of her. Again covering her chest, Katherine slowly looks up. Lord Quincy meets her eyes. ?What are you doing down here?? he demands. ?M?lord? I saw a light beneath the door?? she stammers. ?Do you often roam my halls in midnight hours?? Quincy presses. ?Perhaps I should almanbahis giriş (https://almanbahis.biz/) check the fineries of the house to ensure all is in order.? ?M?lord, I assure you? I merely left my bed chamber for a cup of water. I saw a light?? ?Stand before me,? Quincy commands. His tone leaves no room for question. Katherine rises slowly, averting his gaze. An awkward silence passes. ?In any case, your attire is hardly appropriate. Wouldn?t you agree?? He raises an eyebrow. ?Quite, m?lord.? Katherine?s voice quivers. ?Lower you arm to your side. I wish to look upon you in this state.? She slowly pulls her arm away from her breasts, revealing the entirety of her sleeping gown. Quincy turns to his company. ?What do you think, Keswick? Was my assertion not valid that Isabel is the slightest of my servants?? The other man cocks his head and swallows a sip of wine. ?Indeed. This one must surely offer a worthier sheath for your blade? or mine.? Quincy reaches to her gown and forcefully pulls it apart. A rip of fabric cuts the quiet as her night clothing is abruptly torn to her waist. Katherine gasps at the violence of the act; in the blink of an eye her pendulous breasts have been laid bare. She stiffens in silence, a slight tremble in her knees. Blood rushes to her bosom in the newfound cold. Her nipples stiffen. The men study her exposed flesh. Katherine makes no effort to cover herself for fear of reprisal. She fights the urge to recoil as Quincy traces a finger around one large areola. ?Very nice, Quincy,? states Keswick.