Lady Maud Weatherby - part 1

Lady Maud Weatherby, - Maddy to her friends – turned briskly about and made for the door of her husband’s bedchamber. In a swirl of dress and undergarments she stormed out of the room and out of her pig of a husband’s presence just as quickly as her legs could carry her. Besides herself with rage and indignation the 23 year old clenched her fists and muttered all the obscenities she had ever learned (not too many it must be said) as she hurried along the quiet corridor that connected her bedchamber to his. When she reached her own room she slammed the door behind her startling both of her hand maidens who were trying desperately to look busy and not catch her eye. They had both heard Lady Maud screaming at her husband and they had also heard the smashing of plates and china as she hurled whatever she could at him as they argued together.

Lady Maud hated her life, a life it must be said that most other women who didn’t know better would look on with envy. She hated the social engagements that she had to attend as Lady of the manor, she hated how she was expected to be friendly and accommodating to all the buffoons that her husband brought to the Manor, but mostly she hated him. He was, in her opinion, the worse kind of pig headed, brutish, slovenly, drunken idiot that walked the earth. Add to that the fact that he had at least three whorehouse that he frequented – that she knew of – and his inclination to want to fuck her up the ass whenever he was tipsy and brag about his whores, well life was not very rosey in the eyes of Lady Maud Weatherby. And the hand maidens suffered as a result.

The girls were used to being berated for not being efficient enough, for using too much polish, for not using enough polish. For being early, for being late; for being in the way and for not being there when they were wanted.
‘No pleasing that cunt’ was how Daisy put it.
‘One day that bitch is going to push me too far’ Emma replied. But they both knew that was just talk. They could never do anything against Lady Maud and they knew it, but they could dream about it and conspire together, but that was as far as it could go.......or so they thought.

At 21 and 22 years of age respectively Daisy and Emma had grown up together, their friendship being formed when they used to accompany their mothers to work at the manor house as children. They had grown to become as close as sisters and the bond between them was as strong as could possibly be. They worked together and gossiped together about all the goings on at the manor. They entertained their friends with tales of drunken debauchery and wild parties at the manor – some of which were even true. Both girls had dark auburn shoulder length hair and although not strikingly beautiful, both girls were pleasing to look at as they grew into womanhood together. Their appearance was never truly enhanced by the plain and simple garments that they wore to work but lady Maud would not allow them to dress in anything that looked too appealing as she though – quite rightly – that her husband would be trying to bugger the hired help as well as his filthy whores if he caught a glimpse of bare cleavage in the house. A wise woman in these matters as both girls had developed full and voluptuous figures with firm breasts and narrow waists, lost to view in their work clothes but stunningly sexual when out of them. And as a couple of lucky village lads could attest, the girls were not above giving out pleasure where it was due, they had in fact honed their skills in this department together, they had both learned to use their mouths for pleasing the boys on a lucky lad who was with a travelling juggling troupe. He had the good fortune to be in the right place at the right time and the girls had gone down on him together and squealed with delight when his seed was spilled between them.

So life went on. The girls worked and played hard, his Lordship fucked anything he could get his hands on and his poor suffering wife smashed up crockery and furniture, all the time wishing that it was her husband she was smashing and grinding to pulp. But today was slightly different. Today Lady Maud just could not calm down. She paced her bedchamber muttering and cursing as they girls tried to stay out of her way.

‘I want to kill him’ she shrieked. ‘I want to grind his bones to dust, I want to rip his eyes out and stamp on them, I want his fucking ugly face torn to shreds.’ She continued as she grew more and more agitated. Her voice rising even more she continued raving as she began to throw her own belongings around the room.
The girls looked on in awe as their mistress continued to grow more and more distressed. Lady Maud was ranting and raving now, she wanted death and destruction brought down on her husband, but not just her husband - his friends, his whores, his parents, his house, his family. She wanted to smash something, anything, she wanted to hurt someone, anyone, she wanted to rip, hit, smash, kill – she wanted violence. And just as she screamed out that ‘I want blood’ at the top of her voice Emma stepped forward and to the utter astonishment of her friend called out to her ladyship.
‘Do you really want it?’ as her shocked employer turned to see who had been stupid enough to interrupt her in mid flow of rage Emma continued, despite her friends best efforts to get her to shut the fuck up.

‘Well what’s it to be bitch? You scream and rant and throw shit around like some fucking lunatic but do you really want violence? Do you really want blood? Could you really handle it? I have had to listen to this shit from you for too many fucking years you spoiled little cunt!’ Emma advanced on her ladyship who stood panting and opening and closing her balled fists while glaring at her – soon to be ex – handmaiden. Not stopping for a response Emma kept advancing and instead of backing off and apologising, like any sane woman wishing to keep her job would have done, she swung her right hand as far behind her back as she could and whipped it around her body in the most exaggerated hay bailer that there ever was and a balled female fist caught Lady Maud square on her left cheekbone. The blow sent her crashing to the floor in total confusion. She was not allowed a moment to think of what was going on as she felt a hand grab her by the hair and haul her back to her feet.

‘Emma wha...’ was all she could manage to say before the 22 year old sent another punch crashing into her face. This one caught her on her mouth and Maud tasted blood as she landed on her back, her skirts rising up exposing her legs and undergarments.
‘Fucking hell Emma what the hell do you think you are doing,’ Daisy said as she pulled her friend away from their prone employer. ‘You’ve ruined everything you stupid cow.’ She added pulling Emma further away and shoving her towards the door. The girls had nearly made out when Emma let out a loud shriek of pain. Her head was jerked violently backwards as Lady Maud took two hands full of Emma’s hair and pulled back with all her strength. As Emma fell backwards Maud brought up her right knee and slammed it into Emma’s back, winding her completely.
‘How much do I want blood you fucking low life cunt?’ Lady Maud gasped. ‘This much bitch.’ She said and with that she began to kick her prone adversary in the ribs.

Daisy backed off, afraid of what she was seeing and wishing that she was anywhere on earth other than where she was at that particular moment. But the sights before her were almost hypnotic and she found herself watching all that happened. Lady Maud was kicking Emma, blows landing to ribs, thighs and even one that caught Emma square in the face. All the time this was happening Lady Maud was cursing and babbling and all the while Emma was trying to drag herself out of the way. The kicking was brought to a halt when Emma managed to grab one of Maud’s legs and pull her off balance. As Maud hit the floor with an ooommmph Emma quickly rose to her feet facing her Ladyship. Maud rose too and the women glared at each other as they circled. Both women were panting and both had been hurt. Maud had a small trickle of blood coming from her moth and Emma had a slight nosebleed from the kick she had taken to the face.

Without a word being exchanged the women began to batter each other with their fists. They stayed on their feet as they smashed punches into anywhere they could. There was no science to this bout of fisticuffs and very few punches landed with enough force to do great damage but faces were being peppered with blows as were tits, bellies and ribs. Lady Maud managed to get her left hand buried deep into Emma’s hair and she pulled with all her strength while at the same time aiming punches at Emma’s head and face. Wrapping her arm around Emma’s neck Maud sensed that she had an advantage and she kept aiming punches at the struggling Emma, most of which luckily landed on the top of her head rather that in her face. Emma managed to get her right hand up and take a good hold on Maud’s dangling hair and she too pulled with all her might while at the same time staggering forward. The result was that both women lost balance and fell to the floor in a tangle of arms, legs, dresses and writhing womanhood. Hair became the main target now as the fight continued on the floor. Both women were also trying to kick each other but in a prone position this could not reach any real force. The women were hurting as their scalps burned from hair being torn out. Their necks ached from the effort of trying to resist the fierce hair-pulling and occasionally punches were still being given and received but these were mostly to the side of the head. Both womens clothing was also taking a beating as the fight raged on.

Panting and grunting both women were on their knees with their heads close together as they pulled hair and attempted to weaken and roll each other onto their backs. Using the wall to brace herself Maud managed to stand up and Emma rose with her. Hair was still being pulled and now that they were standing both women tried to knee and kick each other on the shins, thighs and between the legs. With Emma pressed up against the wall Maud suddenly changed her attack. She took her right hand out of Emma’s hair and punched the poor girl in the stomach with all her available power. All the air seemed to come out of Emma along with a load groan of pain. The poor girl doubled over and she hung helplessly as Maud still had her left hand buried deep in her hair. Maud threw two swift punched at Emma’s face and followed this with a viscious right knee which caught the hapless girl full in the face. Maud staggered away and rested against the wall as Emma collapsed in a bloody heap on the floor. Gasping for breath Maud gradually recovered herself and she began to take stock of the room. The fight had raged across her bedchamber and most of the contents of the room were smashed or overturned. Maud caught a glimps of herself in the large looking glass which still remained intact hanging on the wall. She was a mess. There was blood coming from her mouth and nose, her cheeks were scuffed and one of her eyes was already puffed up, her hair – normally so well tended – was in a shocking state where Emma had been tugging on it. Her dress was ripped down the front exposing one breast completely and one partially but enough to see the teeth marks and scratches she had somehow suffered. Maud was tenderly exploring her wounds with her fingers when she heard Emma moan with pain as she too stood up. Maud could not help but smile at what she saw.

The top of Emma’s dress had completely disappeared leaving her breast uncovered and they were just as battered as her own. The scratches and teeth marks on them were also a testament to the fact that Lady Maud had resorted to any dirty tactic she could. Emma’s face had also taken a similar battering to Maud’s and she was remarkably similarly wounded to nose, mouth eyes and cheeks. Emma too had recoverd a little by now and she too stood with her back against the wall. Breathing more normally the women stood about 12 feet apart and they began to try and straighten their hair, wipe blood from their faces and try and recover some semblance of normal dress – a task that both soon gave up on.

‘Begging your pardon miss’ Daisy said. ‘ Please forgive her but Emma ain’t been herself lately. I’m sure she didn’t know what she was doing and I know she has to be punished for this but she won’t never do nothing bad again we swears it, don’t we Emma.’
Maud looked at Daisy without answering and then she turned her gaze back to Emma. ‘Oh she will be punished for this don’t you worry about that. But I shall do the punishing here and now and if she can take it all then we shall let the matter rest.’
‘That’s very, very good of you miss’ Daisy said ‘But what had you in mind by way of punishment.. if you don’t mind me asking that is.’
‘Why that’s simple Daisy. Emma will face me here and now and we shall fight until one of us – her obviously – cannot continue. I have the beating of the impudent bitch now and I mean to beat her into a bloody mess before I am done with her. If she agrees to fight me then we will not need to take any further action. Beating the cheap little tramp so far has made me feel so good, beating her to a pulp will make me feel even better. Is it agreed then? We fight till one – you - can stand no more.’

‘Agreed you fucking lunatic cunt’ said Emma. ‘You should have stopped while you could. I am going to enjoy ripping you to pieces. When I’m finished your own Father won’t be able to recognise you.’
‘Well at least I know where my Father is which is more than can be said for a base born, gutter crawling whore bitch bastard such as you. Come to me you fucking cheap, low born slut, come and see what I can really do to another woman.’ Replied Maud who found herself strangely excited by the prospect of getting the fight started up again and strangely uplifted by her own use of such foul language.
‘Gladly, you fucking ugly snivelling tramp.’ Replied Emma who was quite warming to the idea of renewing hostilities herself.
‘Oh fuck!’ Daisy said as she moved back out of the way. ‘Fight on but I’m stopping this if it gets too bad. Oh fuck it, no i’m not, fucking kill each other for all I care. Your both as mad as each other.’

And with that the women pushed their selves away from the wall and moved their aching bodies towards each other and unbelievably, the fight resumed.
To be continued...

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