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Summerisle

Chapter Thirty-five

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Mf, inc M/D B/S, Mdom

Tabitha Sweetman stared dumbfounded at Penelope’s mother as the woman, dressed only in a studded collar and deep red apron, dropped to her knees. She crawled over to Tabitha, Penelope and Penelope’s Uncle Brendan.

When she reached Penelope, Sonya stopped and kissed her daughter’s feet. Sonya continued by kissing her daughter's shins and moved up Penelope's legs until her head disappeared under the girl's dress. Tabitha heard a lapping sounds as Penelope giggled and said, “That’s good Sonya, say hello to your master now."

Sonya brought her head from under Penelope’s dress and, for a moment, Tabitha could see her friend’s pussy and the damp state of her pubic hair. “Thank you Mistress!” Sonya enthused and continued her crawl toward Brendan. She repeated her act of supplication, placing kisses on the front of Brendan’s pants. Sonya reached for his zipper and began to pull it down, but Brendan made her pause by placing a hand on her head.

“I think Tabitha would like to see the rest of the house, Penny,” Brendan said to his niece.

Penelope nodded and then said, “ Come on Tabi, I’ll show you around.”

Penelope took Tabitha's hand and dragged her friend from the kitchen, into the hall and up a flight of steps, “I’ll show you my room first!” the pretty 13-year-old blond said excitedly.

The girls had reached the top of the wide staircase so quickly that Tabitha could only take in a small amount of the detail. The walls along the side of the stairs also featured old portraits, all men and all of them with the same shorn appearance as Brendan.

Tabitha was about to ask Penelope about the paintings, but at that moment Sonya's voice began to be heard all the way from the kitchen, moaning ecstatically, “Oh Master uh Maaaaaaster!”

Penelope smiled at her friend and raised her eyebrows, “I’ll show you a long version of the tour, and my room’s this way.”

Penelope’s room was large, light, and comfortable. While Penelope was showing the room, Tabitha noticed a door in the middle of one of the walls. “Is that a bathroom?” she asked.

Penelope shook her head, “I’ll show you.” she said brightly.

Behind the door was a much smaller bedroom. It was still nicely decorated and well lit, but it was about a third the size of Penelope’s. A large brass bed dominated the room. Hanging from the bedposts, were a number of colorful silk scarves. Although there was another doorway directly opposite the one that the girls were now standing in, there was no door leading out to the hallway. The only way a person could enter this room would be through Penelope's room, or by using the door on the other side of the tiny bedroom. “This is Mum’s room,” Penny declared. “And right through there,” she pointed to the other door, “is where Brendan sleeps."

“This used to be only two rooms,” Penelope continued as the girls closed the door to the tiny bedroom and were back in Penelope’s room again, “This was Mum’s room when she was a girl. Next door has been Brendan’s all his life. My uncle had to make some alterations when me and Mum moved back to the village.”

“Yeah?” Tabitha began “Where were you living before and why is does your Mom call you mistress? Why does she do what she did in the kitchen with you and your uncle?”

Penelope smiled, “Oh, we’ll have her tell you all about that after dinner. Come on, I’ll show you the church.”

The village Church was surprisingly cavernous and ornate, though that was the least surprising thing about it. Like many churches, it had stained glass windows, but Tabitha knew that few other churches had stained glass featuring scenes like these.

Many church windows show a progression, often a stations of the cross, these windows also showed a progression. At first Nymph and satyrs faced one another across the sanctuary on opposite windows. In the windows closest to the altar, there was increasing intermingling of the groups until in the last pair of windows the nymphs and satyrs were dancing lasciviously. The huge window behind the altar showed the ultimate outcome of the dancing. All of the characters previously depicted appeared here, enjoying each other with carnal abandon.

The altar itself looked similar to ones Tabitha had seen before, except where there would normally be a cross the rested a large Pinecone. There was no symbol for Jesus, instead a very pretty image of Pan was embroidered on the altar cloth. The air was perfumed with a musky slightly sweet scent. Tabitha felt at once relaxed, happy, and slightly faint. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off to sleep. Penelope took hold of her friend's arm, “Come on. Dinner’s probably on the table."

The thirteen year olds quickly made their way to the kitchen where Brendan sat in a chair looking relaxed. Sonya knelt at his side. He stroked her hair while she gazed up at him adoringly. “Hi! Is dinner ready?” Penelope asked. Sonya snapped out of the dreamy state she was in and got to her feet. She gave a little bow and stammered, “y-yes mistress.”

The girls took seats around the table and Sonya began to bustle with activity. Tabitha watched the nearly naked woman as she served the food and noticed the presence of semen glistening on Sonya's inner thigh. She thought of asking about this, but remembered what Penelope had told her about all the answer being given after dinner.

Tabitha quickly ate and Sonya soon cleared the table. Brendan pushed his chair out and said, “I think we should all go to my study, don’t you, Penelope?”

Penelope nodded, “Yes, Brendan, let’s! Come on, Sonia. You too, Tabi.”

Tabi shrugged and said, “Sure,” and followed Brendan and Penelope.

Sonya slowly removed her apron and, now completely naked except for her collar, followed the others to Brendan’s study.

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