Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2011 08:43:28 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dumb Belle. Chapter Seven.

It was a month later that outside events took a hand in my affairs. With
the fact that the girls worked late. It was only myself and Pauline that
were up this morning where, after my gym session, she made me my breakfast
and I was drinking my coffee. I was reading the Daily Telegraph when I
turned the page to where they always had their obituary column and saw a
picture of my father, the Earl of Brue. My heart stopped for a moment as my
brain took this in. The miserable old sod had kicked the bucket and I
quickly scanned it to find out that he'd died of a heart attack the day
before yesterday.

   I quickly went through to my study and phoned the castle and got
Peterson on the other end. He was the head butler and asked to speak to my
brother. He spoke platitudes and said that they had been trying to reach me
ever since the old man died. He then put the phone down and went to find
Edward.

   `Where the hell are you?' he shouted down the phone. `We've been ringing
the house for ages and getting no reply!' That was the house I owned in
Hanover Square he was talking about. I'd never told them about my second
London home in Bedford Square where I was currently living.

   `Well I'm here now and just read about dad in the newspaper. You must be
pleased,' I said maliciously, because he was now the current Earl of Brue.

   `That's a horrid thing to say,' he shouted down at me.

   `Bollocks! You've always crowed to me how you were the next in line and
couldn't wait to become the Earl. Well now you've got it. When are you
burying him?' He blustered on for a bit knowing that what I had said was
true before he calmed down and told me that the funeral would be in five
days time.

   This would be in our own crypt in the castle grounds, the service would
be held in the chapel and that my presence was required. Reluctantly I
agreed and said that I would be bringing a friend and would only stay the
one night for I didn't want him gloating all over me again as he used to do
in the past.

   I rang off and felt a twinge of remorse that the old bugger and I never
did see eye to eye for he always doted on Edward and gave no thought to me
at all. But after all that's said and done, he had still been my father and
the least I could do was to go down there and see him buried.

   I had unconsciously said of taking down a friend for I didn't think he
would start crowing over me with a third party being there, and I then had
some wicked thoughts come into my mind. The more that I thought on it the
more it became attractive to me to bring my smug brother down a peg or
two. I thought about it all morning and at lunch when all the girls were
down to eat I spoke up.

   `Belle. How would you like to visit a castle?' I said as an opener.

   `A castle? Whatever for?' she answered.

   `Well it's really for a funeral but it's also to see where I was born
and meet the new Earl who happens to be my brother.' I gave it some time
for this little bombshell to be assimilated.

   `You're the son of an Earl?' she said with bated breath.

   `Yes, but I wasn't the next in line so I didn't think it worth
mentioning.'

   `Didn't think it worth mentioning?' she almost screamed out. `I thought
you were just some sort of a playboy, not the son of an Earl! Did you hear
that girls? We've been fucking with the son of an Earl and we're in his
stable!'

   `Was,' I said quite quietly. `I am now the brother of an Earl and I
don't see what difference that makes.'

   `Are you the next in line then?' asked Joy.

   `Yes, I suppose I am for he's not married yet. My brother that is.'

   `Well I'll bump him off for you if you make me the next duchess or
whatever it is,' she cried. We all laughed at this though they did go on
about how they would like to make me the Earl, each getting more ridiculous
as they went on.

   `Okay, enough is enough,' I cried, still laughing at the last outrageous
suggestion. `Whose night off is it?'

   They had now fallen into a pattern where every girl had one night off a
week from work and that would be the one that was in my bed that night for
I left the supervision of the girls on the street to Jock. They all looked
at each other and it was Pauline who perked up saying that they were all
working tonight except her, so she was the one who would be sharing my bed.

   She had boundless energy since she was now living with us and had more
than I could cope with but accepted that it was her turn once again. She
had come on in leaps and bounds since her first time with me and now there
was no holding her back in the bedroom.

   When the others had gone off to work, she cleared away the dinner things
and quickly dragged me up to my bedroom where she did a dance to her
humming a striptease tune as she disrobed. Then she took my clothes off and
went down and sucked on me avidly, bringing it up even harder that it had
been before. She was a nymph now in bed and couldn't get enough of my cock
in whatever orifice I wanted to put it.

   She was down on me at its first appearance and was now using her teeth
in an almost expert fashion. Christ, I thought. When she hits the streets
she'll have men queuing at her door for what she could do with her mouth
and lithe body. She'd been with us for over two weeks before I found out
that she was double jointed which meant that she could bend herself over
and suck upon her own sex parts. Well lick more than suck, but it made for
a good exhibition when she did this to show me just what she could do. Ever
since that first day in the gym where I had her in front of Sheila, she was
now quite at home showing off herself to any audience that cared to
watch. The others laughed it off to her youth and gave her the benefit of
the doubt for I had made it quite clear that she was not going to be
favoured above any of them when it came down to me. So she was tolerated
and at least she was now on the pill and I didn't have to use a condom when
I was with her, except for the anal sex side of things.

   My mind wasn't with her when she had her mouth attached to my cock that
evening, sucking and tonguing away. It was with my brother and what I
thought I could do to bring him down a peg or two and thought that I had
come up with the answer.

   With this set in my mind, I gave myself up to the pleasure that Pauline
was giving me with her mouth and tongue and was pleased at how expertly she
was becoming and taking my seed and now could roll it around in her mouth
with pleasure before swallowing it and then begging for more. Though she
was still only fourteen years of age, I had no compunction about fucking
her and bringing her to more than one orgasm during our sessions together.

   The day for the funeral came round and we made arrangements for the
girls to be collected by somebody else for I had Jock drive Belle and
myself down to the castle in Somerset.

   `Wow,' Belle breathed out when she first saw the pile as we approached
it along the drive.

   `How would you like to be the Lady of the castle?' I asked in a joking
fashion.

   `If you were the Earl then the answer would be most definite,' she
replied.

   `What about Edward? If you married him, you would then be the Lady of
Brue and we could still get together at later dates if you played your
cards right.' What she didn't know was that I had already started the ball
rolling in this respect. I'd engaged a butler for the house in Hanover
Square for him to recruit a maid and a cook. This was a surprise I was
going to spring on her later after I saw how the land lay when I saw my
brother with her at my side. She looked magnificent in the clothes that I
had her buy for this one night stay at the castle and I gave myself good
odds for pulling this one off. By knowing my brother and his penchant for
wanting whatever I had or possessed, he would want to take her away from me
like he had always done with things in our childhood.

   Peterson was there on the steps to greet us when we pulled up on the
gravelled drive at the main entrance having been alerted by the lodge that
we had entered the grounds.

   `Welcome home sir,' he said in way of a greeting. `It's been too long
since we've seen you.'

   `Thank you Peterson, and you're right, it's been too long. This is my
friend Annabelle,' for which I got a strange look from Belle as I said this
as she got out of the car. Peterson bowed and greeted her as he did Jock
when I explained that he wasn't a chauffeur but a devoted friend who had
driven us down.

  `It's a sad occasion that brings you back to us sir,' Peterson said, `but
we were all pleased that you consented to come.'

   `Thank the others for me, but sadly, we'll only be staying for the one
night,' I replied. Long enough I hoped for what I had in mind. He led us
upstairs, me to my old bedroom of course and the others to rooms that
adjoined mine. I quickly shooed out the maid that I had fucked a couple of
times when I was a youngster there, giving her a kiss to show that I still
felt something for her.

   I went into Belle's room to see another maid that I'd had carnal
knowledge of too and sat down to watch as her small suitcase was unpacked
and the things hung up in the big wardrobe.

   `Why did you ever leave such a place?' Belle asked me, her voice filled
with awe.

   `The time and circumstances. I wasn't in line to inherit and so I was
somewhat excluded from things,' and I left it at that. I still think that
Belle, not being dumb, got what I was alluding to. I then, when the maid
had smiled at us both and left the room, took Belle's hand and sat her down
on the bed beside me.

   `Now whatever I say today, just follow my lead and don't contradict me
in anyway. It'll only be for your own good,' I said, getting a puzzled look
in exchange. I left it at that and wouldn't enlighten her any further. I
gave her a kiss as she began to get dressed for the funeral and went along
to see Jock. I told him not to react in any way to whatever I might say
that night and just go along with me. I left him puzzled too.

   We went downstairs a few minutes later when Belle was ready, to be
greeted by my brother and I introduced Belle as Annabelle, a friend and
daughter of some old friends of mine and Jock as another friend and
confidant of mine. Edward shook both of their hands and looked speculative
at the ravishing looking Belle and I saw the gleam in his eye that I had
expected to see.

   We attended the mournful experience of seeing my father placed in the
crypt and having to suffer the eulogies that followed in the sermon until
we could get back to the castle for the funeral feast. That in itself was a
laugh, the parsimonious bastard of a brother putting out such a paltry
repast for those that had attended the service. I said nothing and shook
many hands of people that I had known in my youth and remarked to each one
at how young they looked and wished that I had seen much more of them. Most
of them believed the sincerity that I portrayed in this which suited my
book and it brought them more to my side as being the slighted brother and
son of the late Earl.

   With everything finished and all of the other personages gone, none
being offered accommodation overnight, myself and my party, this he could
not deny. Dinner with just the five of us was a bit stilted but at least
our plates were put down and not thrust down as they were for Edward and
Françoise. They didn't appear to notice this but I did which made my heart
warm.

   `How did you come to meet this lovely Annabelle?' he asked me during the
meal.

   `Oh, that was, what, three, four years ago when I left the army. I was
at a loose end and bumped into her in a market in Cannes. I saw she was
just about to be ripped off at a purchase she was making and I stepped in
and stopped it and got her the right price. I was thanked and invited back
to her yacht. Not hers,' I laughed, `but that of her parents. I had a good
time and we've been friends ever since. Especially since they were lost
along with the yacht in a hurricane a year ago in the Caribbean. The
estate, in Lincolnshire had to be sold because of death duties and she's
been passed along many friends in the hope of finding a place to settle
down. Well I've solved that for her for I've let her have the house in
Hanover Square to live in till she can find somewhere more suitable.' I
could see a quirky smile on her face as I said this but she kept it hidden
from Edward.

   `My condolences on your loss,' he said most insincerely, `for I know
what it is like to lose both parents, one being not so long ago for me and
why we are here now.' He patted her hand.

   You sanctimonious prick I thought as he carried on in this vein for a
few minutes. I then butted in to ask how was it now that he felt to being
the Earl of Brue and all that it entailed. He bored us with how onerous his
duties would now be to look after the estate and the people dependant on
his largesse, so much that I wanted to throw up.

   The meal finally came to an end and at a wink from me, Belle asked to be
excused for she wished to go to bed and Jock too at my sign said the same,
followed by Françoise. They left the table after thanking Edward and left
the two of us alone.

   `So,' Edward began, `what's with you and Miss Annabelle?' he asked as I
thought he would for she had never looked so radiant with the clothes that
I had bought for her for this occasion.

   `Not much,' I replied. `When she came to me rather at a loose end, I
felt sorry for her. What with having been shown such friendship from her
parents, I couldn't but help her in her time of need. The estate she used
to live on had to be sold which gave her just a bare pittance to live on
and so I did the best thing by offering her a home until she could become
settled again.' I was only too glad to pass back the port seeing that he'd
had quite a few already.

   `Well you must fancy her to bring her along with you,' he said.

   `Yes, I suppose I do. I might get round to proposing to her one day, for
she is rather good in bed,' I said.

   `So she's good in bed and you haven't proposed to her?'

   `No. I've not much to offer her really, you know, what with the life she
used to have. An estate, servants, a family yacht and the world at her feet
until it was rudely pulled away like a carpet by a hurricane.'

   `How sad,' he said in such an innocent voice that his eyes belied and I
knew that I'd hooked him. `You say she's staying at Hanover Square?'

   `Yes. It's the least I could do for her in the straits she's found
herself. I hope that sometime in the future she'll accept my overtures to
marriage.'

   `Yes,' he said in a musing tone, deep in thought that I knew was shallow
and not as deep as mine was, for I knew that with making my intentions
known, he would revert to type and try and take away from me something that
I cherished. Well the laugh would be on him if he did so, for I would love
to see him get married to Belle not knowing that he'd gotten himself a
prostitute.

   It was a peaceful night for all of us for I didn't go to Belle's room
and neither did he for I think he would wait and inveigle his way into
Hanover Square.

   He was at his most affable at breakfast, fussing over getting the plate
for her and helping her to select what she should eat for breakfast. I
smiled inwardly and nodded to her to accept what was being offered her and
later in the car on the way back to London, hailed her as being the
mistress of Brue castle in the very near future.

   `You set me up,' she rounded on me during the drive.

   `So! Isn't it the dream of every girl to be wooed and then get wedded to
a belted Earl?' I said.

   `I'd rather belt you,' she replied. `Why didn't you say something
earlier?'

   `Look. There's nothing I could give you that my brother couldn`t. You
would become a Lady. The lady of an Earl and to live and run a
castle. Isn't that what all girls dream of?'

   `Yes,' she drawled out the word, `but I'd rather it was you,' she said.

   `Well even if you do marry him, we could still get together and have our
fun. How would he know? You can have your cake and eat it too if you would
only just give it some thought,' I said, planting germs of the future into
her mind. The fact that she didn't answer me straight away told me that
some of these germs had already taken root.

   `Do...do you think he really fancies me?' she asked.

   `Hoho. Knowing my brother, most definitely,' I replied. I didn't say
that because she was going with me he would make it his main interest in
life to take her away from me like he did with my toys.

   `Which brings me to ask why did you introduce me as Annabelle and create
a fictional family for me?' she asked.

   `I thought it sounded more romantic. You losing your birthplace with
death duties and throwing yourself onto my mercies for the unforeseeable
future. I even went as far as to say that I had romantic notions towards
you.'

   `To what end?' she asked. I skirted the question.

   `Would you like to be known as Lady Deauville? To live in a real castle
and become nobility?'

   `Well...'

   `Think of it! House of Lords and their banquets to which you could
attend by being the wife of Edward, Earl of Brue.'

   `You want me to marry your brother?' she asked in amazement.

   `I didn't say so in as many words, but, yes, the intention was there and
I'd bet my last dollar that he will start making overtures towards you.'

   `Why?' she asked. The key question which I could not truthfully answer.

   `Think of what you would hold! I can't offer you a quarter of what he
can. Position, status, a castle to live in and, a lover on the side,' I
tacked on lamely at the end. This latter was a calculated gamble, making it
as an afterthought for I knew she was not as dumb as some people
thought. It was this that somewhat mollified her and gave her food for
thought. I let the silence go on for half an hour before I spoke again.

   `Now we'll both move into the house in Hanover Square and act as friends
in front of the staff. I'm not going to stop you working for the time being
for we'll leave the house together of an evening and go to Bedford Square
and I'll stay there till you've finished work and we'll both return to
Hanover Square. I'll guarantee that Edward will contact you within two
weeks on an ostensible visit to London if I know my brother.'

   She looked at me askance, her brow furrowed as she tried to look deeper
into what I was proposing but not coming up with what I had in mind.

   `What you are saying,' she said very slowly, getting her words together
so that it was perfectly clear to both of us, `is that you want me to marry
your brother and become the lady of the castle?'

   `In a nutshell, yes.'

   `Why? That's what I can't understand.'

   `Look Belle. I can't give you a better standard of living than he can as
well as having a name and title. All kinds of doors would be open to you
that have locks that I could never pick. I'm giving you a chance to have
and live what all streetwalkers dream. To marry into riches and position
and throwing in a castle at the same time. If you don't want it, I bet any
of the other girls would give their left tit for it if I asked them.'

   `Why would he want me?' she asked with a bewildered expression.

   `Because I said that I might have plans to marry you myself.'

   `You didn't?' she breathed out, her voice having a catch in it.

   `I did,' I replied with a smile.

   `Did you mean it?'

   `No.'

   `You two faced bastard! Why not?' she asked as she slapped me on the
arm.

   `Darling Belle, I was thinking of you. With me saying that, I know that
he will pursue you just to take you away from me. That's what he's always
done throughout his life with me. Whatever I had, he wanted, and nearly
always took it away from me by force or guile. So I have set up the
scenario where you can rise to the top of the heap. If you want it, that
is. We can still get together whenever you wanted for sex or whatever. I
was thinking of you when I said what I did to him.'

   `Oh, so you get nothing out of this but revenge for boyhood slights and
my body?'

   `Yes,' I grinned. `He gets to get a girl that I literally picked up from
the gutter and I can get to cuckold him whenever you feel like you need a
real man to fuck you. I can't put it any bluntly than that.'

   `I won't do it!' she said.

   `Then say goodbye to the easy life of Hanover Square and move out of
Bedford Square tonight.  I'll give notice to the butler, maid and cook and
you can go back to fending for yourself. I'll speak to the girls and see
what they want to do. Will they give up my protection and go under the
regime of Danny Brewer by following you or will they stay and live in the
security I have provided for them?'

   `That's blackmail!'

   `No it isn't! It's fact. If I gave any of the others the chance of this
I can bet you that they would all jump at what is being offered, so think
on it before you answer or would you rather wait to hear which way the
others would jump? Just think on it.'

   She slumped back into the corner of the car deep in thought and didn't
say another word for the rest of the journey to London. Still nothing was
said when we arrived in Bedford Square. I helped her out of the car and
Jock went off to park it as we went into the house. It was late afternoon
and the first person I saw as we entered was Pauline who threw herself into
my arms and kissed me. I was greeted in a similar fashion by the other
girls who had been sitting in the lounge, getting kisses and hugs as if I'd
been away for weeks instead of a day and a half.

  I made all the girls stay there by saying I had something to say to them
and I went and poured out generous drinks for all, giving the last glass to
Belle who took it with a sulky face.

   I looked at each girl in turn, Vera, Sheila, Joy, Carol and Pauline and
raised my glass to each as I steadily looked at them as if I was looking at
brood mares which in fact they were, being of my stable.

   `Girls. If I was to offer you the chance to marry an Earl and for you to
be able to live a life of luxury in a castle, what would you say?' The
answer was deaf defying in the responses from yes, me, when, please and yes
yet again from all there except Belle. It was to her I turned and gave her
a look that I'd once seen portrayed by James Stewart in The Glen Miller
Story when he was being reprimanded by his superior officer about his band
leader tactics. That lifting of the eyebrows and assuming an expression of
asking what was it you were saying? To me, one of the best bits of the film
and that was the pose I struck when I was looking then at Belle.

   She looked back at me with a blank expression at first before she broke
into a wide grin.

   `You low down conniving son of a bitch that was spawned by the devil
himself,' she said.

   `Do you accept?' I asked, keeping my distance until she said the word I
wanted to hear.

   `Yes. Only because I know that all these bitches here would crawl over
me if I didn't.' I then moved forward and took her into my arms and kissed
her.

   `You'll not regret it for I'll always be there for you,' I said.

   So now all I had to do was sit back and wait for the inevitable. I took
Belle the next day to my house in Hanover Square and introduced her to the
butler I had hired and the maid and cook that I hadn't, learning their
names myself for the first time. I too moved back into my other home and so
we lived as friends as far as the staff were concerned. That we were picked
up by a car every evening became an accepted event and for us to return in
the early hours of the morning. That we stopped off at Bedford Square for
her to change into her eye catching working gear and then go off to work,
Hanover Square didn't know of this.

   I would then spend the evening with which ever girl whose night off it
was, to fuck suck and be sucked until the working day finished and Belle
returned to change for us to go back to Hanover Square. Edward had his
castle and I had mine though I think I was getting the better of mine than
he was of his.

   I might have mislead you a little about me sucking any of the girls for
there was only one that I would put my mouth to and that was Pauline. She
was the only one that I would actually go down on and I let her know this
which raised her slightly above the others in the sexual rating to her way
of thinking. I made sure she still phoned her parents once a week and she
was most enthusing at how well she was getting on in her job and getting a
big thrill out of it every day. She embroidered it by saying that she was
now the housekeeper to the son of an Earl and thoroughly enjoyed working
underneath him. She pursed her lips and stuck the tip of her tongue out to
me when she said this over the phone and I couldn't help but laugh at the
pleasure she had gotten from being able to say such a risqué thing.

   What made it more delightful was that when she'd put the phone down,
she'd come over and unzip my trousers and suck on me till I was erect and
then get astride of me and sink down on me and fuck herself by using my
cock for this purpose. That she'd gotten herself an orgasm was really her
own doing but I accepted the kisses and gratitude for her having had one
whilst on top of me. Young as she was, she was turning out to be a right
raver and getting more beautiful as she grew both in body and mind.

                                                          *

   As predicted, three weeks later, Edward phoned Hanover Square saying
that he was visiting London for a few days and upon her. I was there when
the call came and I saw her face and nodded that she should. She put on a
delightful voice and said that she would feel most honoured and that if he
wished, could stay at the house whilst he was in London.  You could almost
hear him chuckle over the phone at this.

   Milk him was the only words of advice I could give her and absented
myself and went back to Bedford Square whilst he was in town. I had Joy the
next day, using all three orifices that she had to both our mutual
enjoyment.

   My absence at Hanover Square was explained of being of a business nature
for which Edward was delighted and began to woo Belle in a gentlemanly
fashion, but only to the whispered words and stolen kisses on this first
visit. He called no less than four times over the next three months before
he confessed that he had fallen in love with her and finally got her to go
to bed with him.

   Jumping ahead slightly, he bedded Belle three times before he proposed
to her and a week after that she accepted him.

   In the meantime, she was still peddling herself on Charing Cross Road
and having me when it was her turn and had come to accept her fate and was
now really looking forward to becoming Lady Deauville of Brue Castle.

   While this was going on, something happened which was nothing to do with
us but had some bearing in the future was that Danny Brewer got himself
killed in some kind of gang warfare.

   Now this led to a meeting between two other men and myself in regard to
the string of girls that he had been controlling. Belle had been
instrumental in setting this up because the girls of the late Danny's
string did not want to become part of any of the other two men's stable and
voted to come under my wing. Now I knew nothing of this at the time but it
was put on my plate almost as a fait accompli.

   Belle, who was the head of my stable had got together with Dana, the
head of Danny's women and Belle had talked Dana into coming over to me as
the better option than being controlled by the other two men who wished to
take over.

   Between Belle, Dana and Jock, a meeting was set up in, due to Jock
running interference, a pub where I sometimes had my fights. It was
supposed to be neutral ground which it was, though because of Jock, I was
in the ascendance when we finally got together. When the other two men
learned who I really was, namely Gentleman Jim, they withdrew their
objections to my taking over Danny's stable and so now became the owner of
a stable of a total of eighteen girls.

   The territory these girls had controlled through Danny covered the lower
end of Charing Cross Road down into Piccadilly and up to Leicester
Square. It was a lucrative section of the city and Belle herself recruited
another six girls to complete the coverage and demand that the area
required. So I was soon in control of twenty four girls of all races and
different creeds.

   This created a headache to protect this amount of girls from outside
predators and so Jock became my head of security and set up a system of
minders. The money coming in was phenomenal from these girls and it only
took one word of complaint from any one of them for it to be dealt with
swiftly and visibly to ensure their safe being. Jock's men were ruthless in
this and soon my girls became untouchables in their sphere of work.

                                                          *