The Servant Girl
By HorseRadish. 2008
Chapter 1: The Barn.
Long I travel the lands as the only
doctor for this far country. I’d
finished treating Lord Farthworm for his re-occurring gout. I advised the overstuffed bird to stretch
his legs, not his eating forks. As
usual, I gave the lecture and the lotion, knowing that he’ll grab his gravy
ladled spoon as soon as I took my leave.
I paused briefly by the barn; my eye
caught the frantic waving of Farthworm's young farm workers. I often stopped by to visit with them. The Farthworm family would take the stray
young children off the street and put them in the fields. It was deplorable, the living condition of
these children. The dirty floors, the
flimsy wooden walls that barely kept the winter winds out. I can only take solace in knowing that they
fared better here than on the streets.
The young ones, they urgently issued
me to their barn, their home. The
youngest one silently pointed to the upstairs sleeping area. The others were also very quiet, in a very
concerning way. I strided up the
ancient wooden steps, to an area that was new to me. On the hay filled bed sat a single figure, immersed in the dark. I struggled to find a lamp, struck my flint
against the wick and waited for my eyes to adjust.
A pale young woman stared
plaintively at me. She had been
crying.
“What
is it child?”
She
stared silently, her hurtful glances filling the silence.
“I’m
a doctor, you can tell me what ails you.”
I
approached slowly and tenderly. In her
eyes, I saw a conflict. She wanted to
trust me, but was reluctant to. I
applied my very best manner to her.
“I’m
not here to hurt you. Your friends
downstairs brought me here to see you.”
A
barely detectable shift in her glance, she had decided to trust me. She lifted the bottom part of her ragged
shirt. Her slender arms revealed a
noticeably swollen stomach. She was
with child.
I tasted an ancient and bitter rage
in my mouth. I could only guess that it
was one of Farthworm’s own bully sons.
They treated all their workers like property. Even taking horrible liberties with them. I swept my eyes and grabbed my kit. Smiling, I placed a small hand on protruding
womb, and felt the progress. The poor
girl was malnourished and not healthy enough to provide nutrients to her
child. I bitterly flashed back to that
fat old Farthworm and his triple chinned countenance.
“What’s
you name, lass?”
“Klaudia..”
she spoke for the first time.
“The
Farthworm boys, one ‘em did this to you?”
She
answered with her eyes, a large crease in her forehead showed how badly it was
for her.
“Well
Klaudia, I want to help you, but you have to trust me.”
A
wall inside of her finally broke. She
desperately clasped my coat and cried until the dusk had settled.
<<< >>>
I spoke with my house cook,
Marylyn. She was a large boisterous
woman who mothered me as much as she did her own children. We spoke of the poor Klaudia, trapped in the
barn. There was so much we wanted to
do, but so little we could do. The law
of the country indentured her to Farthworm.
So we hatched a plan.
We could not just bring food or
supplies to the poor woman. The
Farthworm clan would come and claim any goods that were found. Marylyn, righteous soul she is, hollowed out
one her precious rare books. Reasoning
that the Farthworm boys would scatter at the sight of book, it was the best
tool for the sneaking. She packed it
with fruits, breads and dried meat.
She sent her eldest son, Jakob, to the farm in the morning with the
book, stuffed with food.
Jakob is a bright young man. Playful and quick to figure out how to
connive in the toughest situations.
Naturally, he was perfect for this mission. He strode up the barn, carrying the book as if it were sacred
text.
The
elder Farthworm boy, Laso, stopped and stared right at Jakob.
“What’s
your place here, boy?”
“I’m
to share gospel with your farm lads.
They wished to have a great harvest, so they wanted me to read of the
glory and pray for our bounty.”
Jakob
smiled serenely and convinced Laso that he was sincere, if not loony.
“You
may stay and listen if you like. I’m
sure that your father would be pleased if you sat and listened with the
others.” Jakob masterfully played his hand.
Laso
rumpled his face in disgust, wandering off to elsewhere.
Later
on, Jakob would regale me with this humorous tale. Since that time, Jakob would carry the book to the farm, and
Laso would be gone. Jakob so relished
this stunt, that he brought the book to the farm every morning. None of the clan was wiser.
…A
month later…
I traveled to the Farthworm’s
farm. I stopped in and checked on the
fatty lord. He was still fat and gout
ridden. He damned me for the failure of
the lotion. As per our routine, I
provided another lotion and another lecture.
Poor fat idiot.
I
anxiously left his house, hoping for a chance to check upon our lady in
waiting. I strided up in the barn like
before, but this time, I found the scrawny servant girl was no longer failing
of health. Her skin was even and
clear. Her eyes shined and were
clear. Upon seeing me, She broke in to
a joyous smile. She hugged me and held
me tightly. I felt her protruding
stomach pressing against me.
“Dr
Latham…” she sighed happily.
The
open sign of affection took me aback. I
realized I was probably the first one to have shown her any kindness. I was also deeply surprised by how low and
sweet her voice was. She was older than
I originally thought.
“Dr
Latham, I am wonderfully happy to see you.”
“As
am I, Klaudia.”
She
lifted her blouse and I saw that she had put the flesh and meat on her
bones. Her bundle was much larger and
rounder.
“How
are you feeling?” I asked in my doctor tongue.
“I’m
sleepy, but I’m happy.”
“Any
symptoms, problems?”
“Just
this…”
She
lifted the rest of her blouse and I saw.
Her breasts were swollen tight to the size of apples. They were taut and shiny.
“They
itch and sting.” She said.
“I
see” choking down a less than doctoral reaction.
I
quickly reached in the bag and grabbed a solution. It eased the stretching pains of pregnant women. I handed it to her.
“Thank
you! But how do I use it? Can you show me?”
For
the first time, I felt a slight bit of guile for the young woman. I dabbed a little solution on my fingers,
rubbed them together, and began to gently massage her breasts. I tried my best to not focus on the firmness
of the glands.
“That
does feel better…” cooed Klaudia.
I
quickly pulled my supplies together and instructed Klaudia to use the solution.
<<< >>>
2 weeks of visitations at the
Farthworm’s estate proved to be delightful for a change. The guile I sensed in Klaudia was a truism;
she would tease me, often bathing when I came for a visit. Sharing a vision of her legs, carved from
years of hard farm work and her smile that inexplicably housed a perfect set of
teeth. She would struggle out of the
tub and require my assistance as her belly had become more rotund. Amazingly, her breasts had fattened to
round sacks of flesh, firm and yielding as I applied more of the lotion to her
chest. I had become quite good at
hiding my discomfiture. Her eyes
locked with mine and I noted affection and understanding in them.
At her pregnancy continued, I
fretted about her being alone in that barn when her time came. I’ve delivered several squalling babes and I
knew that a learned hand is vital to the survival of mother and child. So I fretted and paced a night or two before
coming to a decision. I shared my plan
with Marylyn and she agreed merrily.
Marylyn was more pleased than I would’ve thought; she obviously sees
something that I’m not so sure of.
I rode up to the Farthworm farms, to
confront the ancient decrepit Lord. I
demanded that he see me. Taken aback by
my insistence, he complied and allowed me entrance.
“Lord
Farthworm, There is a young woman with child in your barn.”
“Ah
yes, one me boys havin’ a bit o’ fun with the help.” Chortled Farthworm.
I
was only slightly surprised at the callous response.
“I
am going to take her with me, to live at my estate.”
“I
see. And what is your offering price”
bargained Farthworm.
“The
promise that the child will never claim any of your estate once you are passed
on.”
Farthworm
grimaced and thought of the possibility of his two sons having to divide the
lands between a bastard. He
sighed. One could almost hear
Farthworm’s plan to have a little talk with his lamentable sons.
“Very
well. Take the thing and travel
off.” He sighed.
I nearly stumbled up the stairs of
the barn, only to be greeted by a pitiful sight. Klaudia lay on her bed of filthy straw and shivered as a scrap of
a blanked covered her. The breath was
visible in the air and she shook and trembled as warmth escaped her prone
body. I quietly kneeled before her and
placed my coat over her shoulders. She
stirred and smiled at me. A tear fell
from her blue tinged cheek.
“No
more tears, my dear. We’re moving you
to your new home.”
I
was incorrect. The tears began to flow
freely now. We shared a cry together as
we held each other.
< < < > > >
Marylnn was tickled to see a woman in the stodgy
doctors house. She’s long complained
that a man of my measure shouldn’t be without a partner. I chided her for her romantic notions,
reminding her of why we’re taking in this border. She smiled even wider, stating in silence what she really
believed.
I
was finishing a light supper in my study and decided to call it an eve. I stretched and wandered off to my
bedchambers. After changing in to
clothes for the night, I covered myself with a quilt and closed my eyes.
“Dr
Latham?” Klaudia whispered out.
“Yes
my dear?”
“I’ve
not shaken the cold from my bones, may I share your warmth.”
The
double meaning was clear as a winter sky.
I hesitated and thought of the implications. Then I simply decided to do what I thought was best for the baby.
“Certainly,
please join me.”
I
moved over and gave her room to slip beside me. She carefully guided her weighted body to my side. She grabbed my arm and wrapped herself in
me. My swollen pripriac organ
embarrassed me, pushing against her posterior.
She moaned and pushed against it.
I swallowed in anxiety, pain and pleasure as this soft sweet young woman
proceeded to create a friction of sexual touch between us.
She did something I would’ve never
dreamt of. She gingerly pulled up her
night shawl, and removed my male organ from my nightshirt. She gently tugged it and placed it at the
fount of her womanhood. She slowly and
exquisitely pushed herself on to me, luxuriating in my long abandoned
device. I felt her warm wet hole
stretch and wrap tightly around me. I
was fighting for breath, sanity and release.
I placed my hands on her breasts, and found primal joy as they were
swollen far beyond what I could palm and just as firm. She moaned and pressed them in to my hands,
as far as her protruding belly would let her.
I felt years of stress and solitude
released in throbbing blast that seemed to last forever. To my shame, sleep overcame me before I
could even mumble my joy. But as my
eyes closed, I heard her sweet voice.
“I
love you.”
The next morn, my eyes squinted to
the sunlight. I felt her soft rotund
weight pressed against my body. Both of
us, naked. I felt conflicted since I am
her doctor, but the waves of sexual release quickly squashed that.
The smell of breakfast trigged my
stomach. That wonderful busybody of a
housekeeper had known all along! I
gracelessly sat up and looked at my lover.
She glanced up, smiling softly, knowingly. Ah, The secret world of women!
They know us better than we know ourselves.
The women of my house had
successfully conspired against my bachelorhood. Despite all my reservations, we were married a year later. I adopted the child she was carrying. Now she is carrying my own seed. Her youthful beauty has never faded, but
grown in to maturity. Her breasts are
delightfully full and plump to my joyous touch.
There is little to complain, Except
that Farthworm still lives and makes a thorn in my side every month.