Questioning the Countess

‘You reported a disturbance outside your door last night, Countess,’ Redmond began, his composure preternatural in face of the megaboobed Coutesses' pierced clit sitting at the top of the glistening lips of her pussy.

‘That’s right,’ said Emmanuella, reluctantly diverting her gaze from the prodigious bulge in Hudds’ trousers to look at the older man.

Redmond took a pad of paper and a pencil from his pocket. ‘About one o’clock? Is that right?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do you mind if I write this down? It all has to go on the report,’ Redmond continued.

‘Not at all,’ said the Countess.

‘Well there’s one thing that puzzles me,’ said Redmond, looking up into the ceiling after her had finished writing and holding his hand over his forehead, brows furrowed as if in great concentration, ‘and this really has me stumped. Maybe you could help me out.’

Hudds grinned at Redmond’s display, despite the discomfort he was feeling that was threatening to emerge from his trousers. The ‘stupid copper’ routine would enable Redmond to ask questions of the nobles that they might resent answering of a more jumped-up, capable watchman.

‘What’s that?’ said Emmanuella.

‘Well, when officer Hudds and I came in this morning there were three guards on the door. Three palace guards. And we certainly couldn’t have got in here without them noticing. So what I’m wondering is, how can anyone be outside the door, make sounds loud enough to be heard in here, but not be challenged by them? That’s just what I can’t get my head around, ma’am.’

‘That’s easy to answer,’ said the Countess. ‘At night we have a single guard on the door. And at that point in the night, he was, I believe not at his post.’

‘Not at his post, ma’am?’

‘He was with me, captain,’ said Delta, cutting in, ‘having some refreshments.’

At this, Redmond smiled broadly, and threw his hand expressively in the air, ‘that certainly answers that question, then. And it’s just sub-captain, ma’am.’

‘Good,’ said the Countess. ‘I’m glad we could answer that question.’

Redmond shifted his stance to address Delta, ‘do you often call in the guard detail outside for refreshments at night?’

Delta was about to speak, but the Countess interrupted the flow of the conversation, ‘speaking of refreshments, it’s so rude of me not to offer you anything to drink, sub-captain.’

Considering she was in fact addressing Redmond, The Countess said the whole of the sentence without once tearing her eyes from the bulge in Hudds’ groin.

‘That would be nice,’ said Redmond.

‘Do join me on the dais,’ said Emmanuella, ‘have a seat. Delta, you may serve the gentlemen tea as you answer that question.’

Emmanuella moved to the side and gestured to the watchmen to sit at the table. Hudds felt light-headed as he moved past the intoxicating woman to sit. Delta hovered behind their backs, placing extra crockery on the table between their shoulders while she continued to speak.

‘It’s the Countesses’ custom to have the guards on the night watch fully replenished and full of energy at least once during the night. I perform that duty.’

Hudds could feel Delta’s big firm tits pressing against his shoulders as she leaned over him to pour the tea. The blood in his prick had caused it to work free of his trouser-legs and the errant pillar of turgid flesh was now bulging up in his crotch, and just beginning to loom over the lip of the small table. The Countess, sitting across from him, licked her lips. Her big juicy tits were making his balls ache. He could feel the new reserves of cum swilling around the depths of his scrotum. Emmanuella’s divine, flawless face was like nothing he had ever seen. First Riolta, now this… was this to be another five-star day?

‘One lump or two?’ Delta said to him, sweetly.

‘Two,’ Hudds finally managed, staring all the while at Emmanuella’s massive mounds, jutting out from her chest. He could at least appreciate the Countesses’ reasoning. Why cover up anything that magnificent?

‘Could you describe the sounds you heard at all, ma’am?’ Redmond continued, speaking to Emmanuella.

‘Not really, I’m afraid. Just scratching…’

‘Scratching like a human? Or like an animal?’

‘I really don’t know, sub-captain.’

‘Alright,’ said Redmond, still smiling and writing, ‘well in that case, there’s just one more thing, ma’am.’

‘And that is?’

‘One more thing I just don’t understand. Gosh, I feel silly for even telling you this.’

‘Oh, don’t be shy.’

‘It’s that you reported scratching on your door, ma’am,’

‘That’s right…’

‘At one in the morning, ma’am…’

‘That’s right… what is your point?’

‘I’m not sure I have one,’ Redmond clapped his hand once again to his forehead, theatrically, ‘But I don’t see any markings on the door. No sign of this at all. But if they were loud enough to be heard by you in here… my guess is there would be some physical evidence.’

‘I’m afraid that’s your job, sub-captain.’

‘You’re right ma’am,’ said Redmond, smiling his dumb-fool smile, ‘you’re absolutely right.’

‘Now, if that’s the last thing, sub-captain,’ said Emmanuella, stirring her tea, ‘I wonder if you might allow me to ask your associate a question…’