The Blacksmith

When he was ready Joss locked the door of his cottage and set off for the Hall. The time was half past ten; by tradition the wedding breakfast would be at twelve. He had time enough to pick wildflowers in the meadow, something pretty to give his beautiful daughter on her wedding day.

As he approached the Hall Joss saw that a big open-sided tent had been put up on the lawn for the wedding party and their many guests. Trestle tables and benches had been set out for the villagers and there was already a sizeable crowd talking and drinking.

He saw Sir Piers standing with his wife and the bride and groom receiving people as they arrived. For a moment he hesitated, wondering if he'd done the right thing in attending. If Caroline were to say anything in public her voice would be joined by that of her mother whom he had also raped all those years ago and he might well find himself placed under arrest. But then Joss remembered the fear he had seen in men's faces as they waited for the signal to leave the trenches and he shook off his concern and walked forward.

"Ah Joss, delighted you could come!" Sir Piers said, holding out his hand.

"It is my pleasure, Sir Piers," Joss said, shaking hands. "I wish good health and much happiness to the young couple."

Sir Piers lowered his voice. "Let's talk later, shall we? I bought a new shotgun the other day and I'd like you to look it over. Bailey doesn't have a clue about a gun's character and qualities."

"Of course, Sir Piers," Joss said. "I would be delighted."

"You remember Mr. Fayrfax, my dear?" Sir Piers said, turning to his wife.

Jane Redgrave's face showed no expression as she shook Joss's hand and said in a cool voice, "You are well, Mr. Fayrfax?"

"Very well, thank you, Milady."

She turned to introduce Joss to Caroline and her new husband but saw that they were talking to the Vicar and his wife.

"Please do not trouble, Lady Jane," Joss said quickly. "I shall give my good wishes to the happy couple at some other time."

"Yes, of course," Jane Redgrave said and turned away, leaving Joss to walk over to the tables laden with beer for the men and fruit punch for the ladies, thankful that he could get a drink for his suddenly dry mouth.

Joss drank half the glass of beer he was handed in one gulp. Then he forced himself to slow down and stood for a moment, watching the guests arriving and being shown into the marquee. He was conscious of how well dressed and rich many of them looked and felt a mix of envy that he was neither of these things, and pleasure that Caroline would never have to do without now that she had married into the family of a banker.

He moved into the line of sight so that he could watch Caroline and her new husband. She was dressed in a long white wedding gown that was cut tight across her ample bosom and showed off the curve of her hips. Her blonde hair was piled up on her head to display a diamond tiara that glittered in the sunlight. Someone said something that made her laugh and Joss felt a flash of pride at how beautiful she looked. He also felt the stirring of lust deep in his belly like something warm and feline and he knew the right moment would soon come when he could slip away.

Joss could see that the layout of the wedding breakfast followed the class system. Under the marquee were the relatives and guests of the bride and groom's families. Outside were the farmers, shop owners and businesspeople of the area roundabout. Furthest away were the laborers and farmhands. Joss went to join Micah Clarke and his wife who owned the butcher shop on the village high street. Micah and Rachel both enjoyed their drink, which would come in useful when he left later: with luck they would hardly notice.

His timing was perfect. He waited until the meal was drawing to a close and the speeches were about to start. The staff were all engaged in moving busily to and fro from the kitchens to the marquee through the front entrance of the Hall, clearing dishes and refilling glasses. No-one saw or stopped him as he left the table and walked quickly through the archway of the stable-block, into the back entrance to the kitchen and then through the parlor to the vaulted hallway and up the main stairs.

The number of closed bedroom doors that greeted him was intimidating and he feared for a moment that he might well meet a guest who had arrived late from London and was changing. But he did not and he quickly located Caroline's bedroom and the nearest unoccupied guestroom. He could stand with the door slightly ajar and listen for the sound of Caroline going into her room. When she did, he would follow her.

There was nothing for it but to wait and Joss sat on the floor, drawing his knees up so that he could rest his head on his crossed wrists. It was over an hour before the sound of a girl's laughter roused him and he stood up.

"Oh Hugh, you mustn't!"

As Joss had hoped it was Caroline's voice. But he was annoyed when he heard a man say, "Oh but I must, Mrs. Prescott, I simply must..." and there was silence for a moment.

"'Mrs. Prescott'," Caroline said in a dreamy voice. "How wonderful that sounds."

"It will be Lady Prescott as soon as I'm 21," the man said.

"Ah now that sounds a lot nicer," Caroline said and laughed. "But I must hurry and get changed."

"Well don't be long, will you."

"Hugh Prescott, it will take at least thirty minutes for me to dress perfectly for my honeymoon so you'll just have to wait."

The man's voice faded as he called, "Alright - but no longer - I'm a young man in love and mustn't be kept waiting!"

There was the sound of a door closing and Joss deliberately waited three or four minutes before he stepped out. He looked to make sure that the young man had gone and then walked over to Caroline's bedroom door. He stood for a moment and listened and then let himself in.

Joss was prepared to spring on Caroline when he entered her room, his hand covering her mouth before she could scream as he pushed her backwards onto the bed. But there was no need: she was in the adjoining bathroom. He sat down in a chair and waited for her to return.

He had waited the few minutes in the hope that Caroline would have started undressing and was delighted to see that she had. Her wedding dress lay across a chair and a designer suit was laid out on the bed. When she came back into the room she was wearing no more than a garter belt and stockings and Joss was overwhelmed by how beautiful and desirable she looked.

Like a man dying of thirst he drank in the way her full breasts bounced as she walked across and stood in front of her make-up mirror. She had unpinned her blonde hair and he gazed with hunger at the voluptuous curves of her ass, her tiny waist and her long, slender legs. The sight made him ache with desire so intense that he had to uncross his legs as his cock hardened in his pants.

The movement caught Caroline's attention and she whirled round.

"Hugh, I said thirty min -" she started to say and then she cried out, "Oh!" in fear when she realized it was Joss who was in her room.

"Not a sound Caroline or your wedding day will be the shortest of your life," Joss hissed, stepping forward and taking her upper arms in his huge, strong hands. "You know I could silence you forever."

Caroline nodded her head.

"Good girl."

Her eyes searched his face as she asked, "Why did you come?"

"I wanted to wish you well, Caro," Joss said, gazing down at the fullness of her bare breasts.

"As you have wished me well twice before, Mr. Fayrfax," Caroline said, spitting out the words.

"You are my daughter, Caroline -" Joss started to say.

"Don't call me that!" Caroline cried. "A father does not force himself into his own daughter's bottom!" She turned her head away as she added, "And my mouth. Which only leaves - oh god, you cannot mean -!"

"It is my right," Joss said as he lowered his head and closed his lips round the nipple of her left breast. He sucked gently at the stiff tip, drawing it to a point with his teeth as he cupped the cheeks of Caroline's ass and drew her against his groin. The creamy-smooth flesh was wet with saliva as he moved his head and did the same to the other breast. He could hear Caroline breathing hard above him and wondered if it was from disgust or desire.

Suddenly Joss knew he did not want to engage in more debate with Caroline. He wanted to fuck her into ecstatic submission and that meant taking her as he had in the smithy. He consoled himself that he would enjoy taking her virginity all the more after she had lovingly sucked his cock clean.

"Turn round, Caro," he said. "Brace yourself on the tabletop."

"No - please -" she started to say and Joss squeezed his fingers into the soft flesh of her arms as a warning.

Caroline turned and stretched her arms out straight, supporting her weight. Her beautiful blonde hair fell forward over her face and Joss could see in the mirror that she had closed her eyes. Again he wondered if she was fearful or excited about what he was going to do.

"Open your legs," Joss said as he scanned the top of make-up table and saw what he wanted. He reached for a jar of cold cream and heard Caroline moan softly as she realized that it was her bottom he was going to fuck once again.

Hurriedly he stripped off his jacket and threw it on the bed. Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down his legs. He opened the jar and pressed his fingers into the thick cream, then smeared it over the length of his prick that was hard as an iron bar, massively swollen with the intensity of his desire.

The desire grew like an animal turning over in his belly as he slid his arm round Caroline's waist and pulled her hip into his groin, then moved his hand down her ass. Her cheeks were tight-packed globes of flesh, soft and yet very firm.

Scooping more cream from the jar, Joss stroked his middle finger along the dark divide between Caroline's beautiful buttocks until he found the tiny opening of her anus. As he touched it, he felt her body react, jerking tighter against him with a sudden shivering movement. "Shh, sweetheart," he whispered. "It's for your own good."

He pushed his finger gently against the muscle until it gave way and he could enter her rectum. A sudden tightness gripped him and then he slid his finger inside up to the knuckle, coating the walls with the slippery cream. Caroline's bottom felt so hot and tight inside that Joss turned to watch her in the mirror as he lubricated her, sure that her face would show her pleasure. But her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open as she fought to relax her asshole against the invasion. Joss was unconcerned: he knew she would enjoy it when he stuffed her to the brim.

As Joss moved his finger back and forth, working the cream into Caroline's rosehole, her perfume filled his senses and he bent his head to kiss the soft skin of her shoulder. She looked delightfully submissive with her arms outstretched, hands flat on the make-up table, her heavy breasts hanging forward. They were so large and full that he stroked his hand up from her waist along her flank and cupped one in his palm, marveling at the warm softness of her skin. His fingers teased the pink nipple, making it stand up hard whether Caroline wanted her body to respond to his caresses or not.

Then he released the heavy globe and curved his hand flat against Caroline's ribcage, making her gasp suddenly as he walked his fingers downwards over her flat belly and into the soft down at the top of her legs. He felt the warmth rise to meet his sensitive fingertips, smelled in his nostrils the musky perfume of her body as his middle index finger slid into dampness as it parted the fat little mounds of her pussylips.

When his finger found the stiff bud of her clitoris, Caroline let out a soft moan and Joss knew she had lost the battle not to give in to the pleasurable sensations he was creating within her. While the fingers of his left hand rolled back and forth over the tiny organ, slippery with her cream, those of his right fucked in and out of her bottom, greasing the tight muscle ready for his cock. She shivered with delight, breathing hard as her belly rolled and Joss suddenly felt the fingers exploring her cunt grow wet and slippery. He opened his mouth and took the skin of her shoulder between his teeth, biting softly to heighten the pleasure of her climax.

Joss's belly tightened and he felt his cock begin to grow larger and larger, expanding against Caroline's satiny flesh, wetting her hip with the drops of clear fluid that dripped from the swollen tip. They were both ready and he could hold back no longer from sodomizing his beautiful daughter once more.

With a quick motion Joss withdrew his fingers from Caroline's cunt and moved his hands to her hips. He splayed his fingers across her buttocks, digging his thumbs into the divide to spread them wide.

"You're so big," Caroline whispered, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, questioning him. "Surely you can't -"

"You know I will fit," Joss assured her, and took the massive shaft of his cock in his hand then pressed it against the oiled opening. Caroline spread her long legs wide apart and lifted her hips high for him. He grunted, forced the thick purple glans inwards. A firmer pressure, then, slowly, he began to slide in. In the mirror he saw her mouth open, her teeth clenched, her eyes closed tight.

She felt good, too good. Joss felt Caroline's asshole surround his prick with slippery heat, closed around his swollen cock like a velvet vise. She raised her hips back, groaning softly as he exerted ever-greater force. He glanced down and saw that the thickness was going in even as her rectum grew hotter and tighter around his length. He became even more aroused, watching her asshole open to take him in and with a surge of strength he drove his huge prick the rest of the way within her until at last the great thick base had entered. Caroline released a sweet grunt of pain from deep in her chest.

Joss pressed his body against her back, waiting for a moment until her body grew used to the invasion of her asshole. She felt wonderful around him and under him. Her anus was burning hot, contracting around his cock. Her thighs tried to close and he used his legs to shove them further apart. His belly ached and he began to move, pulling back and then thrusting in, giving short little lunges deep up inside her bowels. She moaned softly, her insides slowly growing used to his maleness.

He wrapped his arms around Caroline's waist and held her fragrant body close, fucking her bottom steadily, in and out, his over-full balls thumping against the wet lips of her pussy with every thrust. Time and again he shoved himself hard inside her, forced her take his weight on her arms as she lifted her hips up, the soft cushion of her buttocks absorbing the lunges of his hips as he repeatedly drove the full length of his prick deep into her tightly clasping asshole. He saw her reflection in the mirror: saliva dripped from her open mouth and she moaned, "Daddy - oh Daddy," over and over, just as he intended she should.

"Does it feel good, Caro?" Joss panted as the semen gathered in his balls, the blood pumping through his body making his cock grow almost painfully hard. He plowed along her rectal walls again and again until his belly tightened, his legs grew stiff and he thrust hard up inside her bowels, felt the clinging suction of his daughter's back passage jerk the thick liquid up into the shaft in a huge surge of ecstasy.

In and out he rode her as he climaxed, hot sperm gushing from his cock deep into Caroline's ass as he watched her face in the mirror and heard her cry out softly, knowing that she dare not scream her pleasure out loud for fear the guests milling about on the lawn below would look up and see the bride lost in the throes of passionate lovemaking.

"Ahh," Joss exhaled his pent-up breath as he slowly relaxed, his hips moving slowly, sensually against the deliciously soft cheeks of his daughter's ass. He could feel new desire flare up almost immediately and he calmed it down. His hands stroked over her flanks, touched her breasts. He looked at her in the mirror.

"Yes, Caro, that certainly was good," he said. "Yes, indeed. And what would the gentry gathered in that marquee think if they could see you now?" The thought made him smile with pleasure, a smile made even broader by the delight he took from standing with his cock buried in the sperm-slick grasp of his daughter's back passage, the nearest thing he could conceive to heaven on earth.

And then a woman's voice came from behind him.

"I'll thank you to take your prick out of my daughter's behind now, Mr. Fayrfax," Lady Jane Redgrave said.

Joss slowly turned his head and saw that he was staring into the barrels of a shotgun. It looked brand new and he assumed it was the one that Sir Piers had intended him to see.

There was an audible slurp as he withdrew his cock from Caroline's asshole. Semen trickled from her overstretched anus down between the lips of her cunt. More dripped from the head of Joss's cock and onto the carpet.

"I see you are concerned only with your own pleasure now, Mr. Fayrfax." Jane Redgrave said in disgust.

"Caroline might disagree, Milady," Joss said, a slight smile on his lips. "I believe she has come to enjoy being taken in the bottom."

Jane's face showed her shock. "You mean this is not the first time?"

"No. I introduced her to the pleasure of sodomy a while ago when her horse threw a shoe "

"  And she came to you for help," Jane interrupted. "Is that what you learned in France, Mr. Fayrfax? To abuse young women?"

"Oh no, Milady, I do that well enough for myself."

Joss saw Jane Redgrave's finger tighten on the trigger and he realized he had gone too far. "At least she cannot get pregnant that way," he said. "And I have taken nothing from her new husband."

Jane snorted. "My daughter will surely thank you for that," she said.

Caroline spoke for the first time. "Do you not mean 'our daughter', Mummy?" she said as she straightened up and turned round to face her mother.

"Is that what he told you, Caro? He told you he was making love to his own daughter?"

"Yes."

"Well you're not. His child was flushed into the sewers under a doctor's surgery in Harley Street. It cost me five hundred pounds but it was worth every penny. You are Piers Redgrave's daughter, Caroline. He is your father, not this monster."

Caroline Redgrave sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands.

"Go in the bathroom and lock the door," her mother said.

Caroline did as she was told. Joss saw tears in her eyes.

"What will you do now, Jane?" Joss said, some of his old arrogance returning as he bent and pulled up his trousers. He tucked his shirt in and buckled his belt.

"Do, Joss? I'm surprised you need to ask. I came upstairs to change and saw an intruder enter Caroline's bedroom. In my fear I rushed to the gun cupboard in my husband's study and then hurried back upstairs. Determined to rush to Caroline's assistance I foolishly did not check if the safety catch was on."

She looked directly into his eyes and paused. Then she said, "The gun went off."

For the first time since the war Joss felt he was staring into the face of the enemy.

"You cannot - " he started to say but Jane Redgrave interrupted him.

"I have a classical education, Joss Fayrfax," she said in a quiet voice. "It was Lord Byron who said, 'Sweet is revenge  especially to women.'"

"No, Jane - no - " Joss cried and raised his hand in front of his face.

And very carefully and deliberately, without hesitation, Jane Redgrave leveled the shotgun towards him and pulled the trigger.

End.