Governing His Bride, page 17
part #7 of Beyond the Institute - The Future of Correction Series
William stroked her back tenderly, held her sweet bottom where he was still joined to her.
“Yes, darling. So very wild.”
Epilogue
Priscilla met the red-haired woman, to her astonishment, three days later.
Her name was Jean Lavender, and she led what the renegades of that area called the North Forest tribe, as she told Priscilla, William, and Lydia and Justus Miller.
“We’re sorry to bother you, my lord, but we’d grateful for anything you can do about this act of parliament another tribe has told us about,” she said as she stood in the hall of Vernerwood, along with two other women and two men Priscilla felt fairly certain had been in the woods that day, fucking her. Although Jean’s long, flame-red hair was unmistakable—the sight of her standing inside the great front door of the mansion had made Priscilla’s heart race, and her hand reach out for Lydia Miller’s—she found it much harder to be sure about the men: not only had they seemed like accessory figures in the lascivious scene in the forest, but even Jean looked very different with her clothes on, despite those clothes being fashioned of buckskin.
The long buckskin shirts and loose trousers, which Priscilla remembered vividly from her glimpse of the renegade stalking through the forest next to the road, effectively carried indoors the wildness of these people, however, despite Priscilla not being able to see the men’s cocks or the hairy place between Jean Lavender’s legs. The very thought that she had seen those things, standing now inside with Lydia and her husband—her very first houseguests—near them, made Priscilla feel faint.
She had told Lydia the whole story in the drawing room after dinner the previous night, while their husbands lingered over their port and cigars. To the blushes of both young women—though Lydia, already two years married and the mother of two sweet babies, seemed used to the notion—the gentlemen had agreed, as their wives withdrew, that the girls’ governors should be set to four.
“Trust me, old boy,” Justus Miller had said. “They’ll get up to some salacious talk, and we’ll have a better time when we take them to bed.”
Priscilla hadn’t been able to look her old friend in the face for a full five minutes after that, until Lydia said gently, “You haven’t had your governor for very long.”
Priscilla looked into the other girl’s face, then, and found a gentle smile upon it. “No,” she confessed.
“You get used to it.”
“Oh, I already am…” Priscilla said, blushing as she thought of the scene by William’s cabin, of asking him to turn her up to nine.
Lydia’s lips twitched a little, as if she didn’t want to seem to mock her friend. “You think you are, Priscilla, but… you’ll understand. At any rate, let us have some salacious talk!”
“What?” Priscilla felt her jaw drop. “I thought Mr. Miller meant that as a joke… a warning, even.”
“That is what I meant, dear,” Lydia said. “Let me tell you as an old married woman that salacious talk makes one of the joys of life as a Prosperian woman. And if you do not tell me something that I may tell Justus once he takes me to bed, I shall have to make something up, or have a spanking.”
Priscilla felt her eyes go wide at that. Lydia laughed merrily. “But Justus always turns me up to seven for my spankings, and has me afterward.”
Now Priscilla felt her color rise very high indeed. She had never expected another upper-class lady might talk like this: servants like Jenny were one thing but Mrs. Justus Miller was quite another.
“Come now, Priscilla. You are on your honeymoon, and so you must have something to tell.”
At that, the scene in the forest, which had faded from prominence in her memory since the day at the cabin when William had—as Priscilla couldn’t help thinking of it—tamed her over the tree-stump, returned.
“Oh,” Lydia said in a delighted voice, as if seeing a shadow of the memory cross Priscilla’s face, “you must have something very naughty to tell! Out with it!”
The dinner conversation had concerned the renegades. Priscilla had learned the reason for William’s reticence on the boat concerning them, for the Millers were full of the news that the police action to round up and deport anyone living outside the government identified habitable zone, or inside it with no fixed abode, would begin in less than a month.
Justus Miller had expressed the opinion that the action seemed rash, given that the renegades harmed no one and came from the blood of old colonial families. Lydia had agreed, but had said that she thought that some sort of reintegration back into Prosperian society was warranted, perhaps beginning with healthcare, since the threat of the unsanitary conditions under which, it was said by certain members of parliament, the renegades lived had played an important role in the debate.
Now, contemplating whether to tell Lydia the story, she thought of what healthcare for the renegades would mean: how it might probably mean that the red-haired woman would receive a governor. She felt the itchy warmth build between her thighs and looked at her friend, wondering whether the thought of Priscilla’s honeymoon had such an effect down where Mr. Miller’s governor performed the same function. Here they sat in Priscilla’s drawing room, and yet perhaps a little wildness had crept in.
“The day after we arrived,” Priscilla began, blushing that she must tell Lydia about having been put in punishment drawers, in addition to everything else, but encouraged nevertheless to the salacious talk by the kind, open, yet really rather mischievous expression Lydia’s face, “William sent me out to take a walk along the lake.”
Now, in the hall, introduced by William to Jean Lavender, head of the North Forest tribe, she could see that Lydia recognized the woman from the story Priscilla had told. Lydia squeezed Priscilla’s hand.
“Miss Lavender…”
“Jean, if that’s alright, Mr. Verner,” said the woman. “We don’t have titles, even so much as miss and mister and mistress and all that.”
William bowed. Priscilla thought he seemed majestic, welcoming the strange party to his stately home, and a rush of affection filled her heart.
“Jean, these are my wife Mrs. Verner, and Mr. and Mrs. Justus Miller. I believe we are all of the same opinion with respect to the Renegade Act. I would be happy to plan with you some way of sheltering you from its effects. I would refuse to violate Prosperian law, of course, but I believe some solution may exist.”
Priscilla looked at Jean’s face, then at the faces of the other renegades, all looking to their red-haired leader, even the big men who probably were the possessors of the enormous cocks she had seen fucking Jean among the trees. What a difference she saw upon the magnificent woman’s face from that lustful day: Priscilla could see now that Jean had passed the age of forty, though her body was lean and strong, and though she showed great respect to William she also had in her bearing a majesty almost equal to his.
Priscilla had already come to love her governor, even if she had not yet become as used to it as Lydia said she would. She had grown up in a civilized community, and when the time had come for her to marry, the doctor had put her governor between her legs and given the control to William, the man she loved.
But how could you put a governor on Jean Lavender?
“Thank you,” Jean said, bowing her head gravely.
Mr. Miller stepped forward and said something in William’s ear. William frowned as he listened, then raised his eyebrows.
“Mr. Miller,” he said to the renegades, “has just had an idea that should have occurred to me. Jean, would you be willing to take up a fixed abode, for the purposes of the act?”
Jean frowned. Priscilla looked at Lydia and received back the same puzzled expression she knew her own face wore.
“We are renegades,” Jean said, as if not understanding the question.
But Priscilla suddenly did understand. She spoke in her eagerness. “I don’t think Mr. Verner means you would have to stop being… wild,” she said, feeling the blood come unexpectedly to her cheeks. William had set her governor to three that morning, with a wicked little smile, after she had told him about her conversation with Lydia in the drawing room. Now she felt the governor regulate her down there, and that added to her embarrassment.
She looked at William and saw approval in his eyes, though, so she continued, “But if you have an address here at Vernerwood, you can keep…” Priscilla’s voice faltered, because the idea of what Jean Lavender and her tribe might keep doing held too much meaning for her. She looked into the woman’s bright green eyes and saw the left one crinkle a bit at the corner, as if in the barest wink—as if to tell Priscilla that she knew something, but was too polite to say it.
Mrs. William Verner never knew whether Jean Lavender had seen or heard her that day in the forest, through all the years afterward of their acquaintance, as the North Forest tribe found a more or less permanent home in the vicinity of Vernerwood. Lydia maintained that the renegade woman couldn’t have meant that, or she would have said something, since renegades were so much franker than regular Prosperians. But Priscilla didn’t feel quite so sure: in that brief moment she wondered whether she hadn’t seen something positively civilized in the renegade woman’s eye.
The End
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