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Part Twelve.
Bathed, powdered and dressed, I went down to dinner. As there was just the four of us, Marcel, Epsom, Beverley and myself, I had time to reflect on the past couple of hours and what I had learnt.
Marcel would swing both ways. Willi and Lili are known. He didn't want me having sex with other men in line with my work, but he was prepared to continue to have sex with Lili. Maybe still with Willi if the fancy took him. On confronting Marcel and Lili together, I had taken the easy option by joining in and not standing on my high horse and making a scene. He who is without sin etc...
Beverley, who suddenly spluttered out her wine as she became convulsed with laughter, broke my reflective mood.
I haven't pointed this out before, because it didn't have any significance to my tale, but she is of mixed parentage. Her father was a Jamaican, her mother English and she was born in London. She is a very good mimic of all Caribbean and African dialects when the mood took her.
`Ah has just fallen in! You has covered a lot of beds in your time. You is now the Countess d'Eider! Put your maiden name with your married one, an' you's now known as the Countess of d'Eider-Downs! Get it? Eiderdown! Covers the bed?' Off she went again into another paroxysm of laughter that was infectious, and soon we were all in hysterics.
It was true, I had covered many beds, so I should not really take Marcel to task, but today had given me the licence to carry on with my films if I wished.
It was a few days later that I flew back to England following a telegram from Karl. He urged me to return as my presence was needed as things were starting to get out of hand. He was right! I didn't realise that I was so vital to the company.
The morale was low, motivation almost non-existent. Karl had done his best to hold them together, but it was the lack of good scripts he complained. To snap them out of their lethargy, I quickly set to work and wrote a sex education film, and when we got that rolling, I wrote another two to follow. These gave everybody a part to play so that there were no idle pricks hanging around. These were not our usual type of film. More soft porn than hard core. No erections or sucking of them to be actually seen. The implications were there by using the back or the head to conceal the act. I left the actual act of copulation between the couples involved to do as they saw fit, as long as it wasn't apparent on film.
As all our girls were sex mad, the men also, copulation did take place, I being one of them. Karl did his work well and they turned out good and tasteful. These films were later copied in format by foreign countries exposing some long lost sexual therapies and actually for sex education.
It was hard work coercing, cajoling and downright bullying to get them back to the standard we were at before I got married. Karl tried to get back into my pants, but I made it quite clear that I only fucked for the film. Off camera was for my husband only, and that he was there for filming, end of story.
To give him his due, he acknowledged the fact and his work didn't suffer from the lack of my sexual favours. There were others only too ready to console him.
We made ten films over the next eighteen months, with me constantly commuting between England and France. Some of them showed excellent returns due to our American connection, but overall, I wouldn't have called any of them blockbusters.
I managed to pack Marcel off for a month's skiing, taking Willi with him so that I could bring the crew out to France for us to film a spoof about the sons of the Musketeers, only the off-spring of D'Artagnan is a girl, I think Maureen O'Hara played a part like this, but I might be wrong. She certainly didn't play it as I did.
Using the chateau as the background, the wine cellars and other parts for the interior scenes. As the daughter, I had my lusty way with the sons of Athos, Porthos and Aramis. Following the basic premise, I challenge each of them to a duel, but these duels take place in the bedroom.
My gowns are cut low, showing as much tit as I could without them actually falling out. Athos rips the front down, exposing them to view, but a knee to the groin subdues him. He stumbles out as Porthos enters. He evades the knee and manages to wrestle me to the floor. More clothes come off as we fight. He manages to get his trousers off revealing a large erection, but before he can get to use it, I give it a back handed swipe to deflate him. Aramis arrives to take up the challenge and gets his head stuck down between my thighs before I am able to dispatch him.
Magnanimous in victory and almost naked, I call them back in and make them undress as I got rid of what I had left on. Then I took on all three at once. I mounted Athos, his prick being the biggest, thick and solid as I slid down onto it. Then bending over him, I let Porthos enter my back passage. I orgasmed at that point before we'd even started fucking. The two pricks rubbing up close together being the cause of my coming. Aramis then kneeled up for me to take his tool into my mouth.
Heaven!
Porthos withdrawing to shoot his come all over my spine. Me lifting up for Athos to squirt his up my stomach and lower part of my tits, while Aramis came all over my face and upper tits. Covered in semen, I rolled about the bed sucking each cock and having them take turns to lick at my vagina as we cavorted about.
It took us two exhausting days to shoot that bedroom scene. There were sword fights on the greensward of the chateau grounds before my capture by the Duc du Richelieu. Carried off, blouse torn and tits a bouncing for rape and torture. Spread-eagled, I'm tied hand and foot to a table to watch as the Duke strips off and stands naked, gloating as he rips the clothes off me. His huge erection is swaying back and forth as he rants and raves before climbing on top of me. Explicit shots of the penile penetration, the face close ups of his pleasure and my horror, then his kneeling up to spray the length of my body with his come.
That's when the musketeers break in and the Duke calls for his guards. (Two of them.) Fierce swordplay between them. The Duke, though naked, puts up a good show but is finally defeated. I'm still tied up covered in glistening sperm while this goes on. Lots of flashing swords clashing across my naked body as they fight. But at the end, the musketeers are victorious. It's trite and obvious, but that's what it's all about. They stand round me as I lie there naked, bound hand and foot. They then toss coins onto my body to see who gets to go first. Then they gang bang me. Now I'm not really into bondage, but I did get a vicarious thrill at being tied up as these men took me in turn. With their big todgers, they used them to tickle, tease and nuzzle my sex before inserting them in and fucking me. I orgasmed with each one.
Karl used two cameras for this scene. One for the penetrations, the other for my facial expressions. When edited and spliced together it was very erotic. It was a splendid film and we made a lot of money from it.
With the film completed, the cast and crew went back to England while I stayed behind with Epsom and Beverley to wait for Marcel and Willi to return.
There was still another week before he was due back, and I wrote two whole screenplays in that time. These I posted off to England so as to keep the crew working for the next two months. Lili kept me company at night in my bed, and I suspected that Willi was in Marcel's. Beverley, I think, kept the cook warm too.
Epsom and I went out riding and she was turning into a very accomplished horsewoman. Also, she was growing up. She was now approaching her fourteenth birthday and I only realised as at how much she had grown was when we arrived back at the stables one morning. We'd reined in and a groom took hold of my bridle when I slipped off my mare and then noticed at the attention Epsom received by a groom as he helped her off her pony. His hands were a mite too long on her body as he helped her. Her face was flushed, so I knew that she knew of his intentions. I now saw that she was really filling out her blouse and also that she wasn't wearing a bra. The tight fit of her blouse clearly showed her erect nipples as she thanked the groom before giving him the bridle.
Now was the time for the mother in me to have a talk with my growing up daughter. The grooms had noticed it before I had. I didn't say anything until we were back in the chateau and up in her apartments. She had her own suite of rooms to do as she pleased and even her own maid to take care of her. I followed her into the rooms and we talked as she shed her clothes as she went for a shower. I waited till she had finished and came out wrapped in a large towel. I had dismissed her maid for a while, and I took Epsom's hand and led her over to one of the large mirrors of her wardrobe and asked her to drop her towel.
`Mummy!' she exclaimed, her hands clutching at the top of the towel.
`Believe me when I say that I know what I want you to see and believe what I am about to tell you.' I moved her hands out of the way and let the towel drop to the floor. She is shorter than I am, but only by a couple of inches, her features were much the same as was her body. It was flawless in all respects. Her bust was nearly as big as mine and her waist was to be envied, thinner than mine and her whole body was slimmer. Legs that didn't seem to end until they met the bush between her thighs.
`That's a perfect picture of a young woman approaching the prime of her life,' I said, my arm going round her shoulder as we looked at our reflections in the mirror, Epsom nervously fidgeting as we stood there.
`Don't be frightened darling. What you are looking at is what most men would give their right arm for. I saw what the grooms envisaged as I watched them help you down from your horse.'
`But that's what they are there for,' she protested.
`Not to have a cheap thrill as they put their hands on you as that one did today. Look! Look at what you've got. A body that most men would die to possess. I'm not ashamed of my body, but if I weren't your mother, I would be jealous. You are like I was when I was your age. Men tried to take possession of it. To own me. It! My body...I don't want you to have to go through the same experience that I did. You are too perfect for words, and I want to protect you from any silly peccadilloes that might come your way. Save this body for the man that would become your husband. Don't let any adventurer take advantage of you. Now get dressed, and then we'll talk about what is laughingly known as the birds and the bees.'
Oh don't be silly mummy,' she said as she put on the robe that I handed her. I know what you mean about the birds and the bees. I've seen one of your films.'
`What! How? When? I...'
`At school. One of the girls got hold of some porno films and I recognised you.' My hand went up to my mouth, aghast.
`You didn't...?'
No. I didn't tell them that one of the women was my mother. I'm not that stupid. We always talk about boys, and what the difference was between us, and what they do with a woman. I think I know more than what you think I know about the birds and bees'.'
`Darling. I didn't...I don't...'
Mother,' she paused and looked at me for a moment. Do you know that's the first time I've called you mother. It's always been mummy. I know what you do, and I must admit, I was ashamed when I saw the film for the first time. You having men putting their...their thing in your mouth and then stick...You know what I mean. I wanted to run away and hide. I felt that everybody knew that you were my mother.'
She was clinging to me now, tears running down her face, her breasts heaving with emotion.
But I didn't,' she continued after wiping her nose on her sleeve. I knew that you were doing it for me. It's what you told me a couple of years ago. To give me the chance of a good education that we couldn't have afforded. So I went along with the crowd, watched and learned. Though I must admit,' she gave a little laugh, `at sometimes I was very proud of you. Especially the final scene of "Mrs. Jekyll and Miss Hyde". That brought the house down the first time we watched it and it really boosted me up.'
I hugged her, and told her that I would have told her in time, but she was right, it had paid for her education, and it was because of these films that she now had a Count for a father.
`But we have money now don't we?' she asked.
`Yes dear.'
`Does that mean that you will stop doing, I mean stop taking part in these films?' Her eyes still had tears in them which made up my mind for me there and then.
`Yes dear. That one we've just finished is the last one that I'll appear in. But I'm still going to write and control them.'
I'm glad mum...mother!' She said as she hugged me. Now I'll get dressed for dinner and I will watch the hands of the grooms in future.' I smiled at her as I went off to let Lili help me off with my riding boots and have my shower.
It was a lovely dinner with a lot of hand touching and smiles from Epsom who was now a woman in my eyes and I treated her as such. I later gave her the sex education films that we had made to watch and hope, learn a bit more than the one of me she had watched. Lili didn't need any stimulation.
Marcel was welcomed home, sun tanned and looking very fit. Willi looked fit too, though he hadn't skied. That night in bed, I told Marcel of my decision of ceasing to take an active role in my films and he was delighted and that night, I stopped taking the pill.
I still travelled back to England about once a month, just for a day or two. That was to see how the film in progress was proceeding. With the scripts I was writing, they all seemed happy enough but showed their disappointment when I told them that I would not be appearing in any more. I think that a couple of the girls were secretly pleased, meaning that they now had a chance to become the leading star in future productions. I made it quite clear to Karl, privately, that I wanted the best of the girls to get the best parts, not the ones that sucked his dick and let him fuck them. If I saw this start to happen there would be trouble.
It was nice to get home to Marcel and Epsom after these short trips and we were a really happy family. Epsom had progressed from a pony and now rode a frisky filly and could now easily outride me and would give Marcel a good run for his money. I also found out that the grooms had been put in their place by Epsom because she had given the head groom a good dressing down and so she was now treated with respect. The staff of the chateau would welcome me back each time and the cook would try to outdo himself each time. (Beverley must be working overtime, I thought.)
It was about a month before our wedding anniversary that I turned down a skiing trip with Marcel, because I was just in the process of putting my country house in England on the market and there were a few other things I wanted to do then, apart from looking in at the filming. So Marcel went off skiing, taking Willi, and I went to England, telling the chauffeur what flight I expected to be on for him to meet me.
I spent the whole day with an estate agent in respect of the sale and spent the night and next day at the film studio, viewing completed film and in one case, scrapping nearly a whole days filming and telling them to do it over again and not to release it until I had seen the re-shoot. I stayed there overnight again and then made my other call in London before making my way to Heathrow.
I presented myself at the Air France desk to collect my boarding pass, and after the clerk saw my passport, beckoned to another member of staff.
`Countess d'Eider. Would you come this way please,' she said, and turned and started to walk towards the private passenger lounge. I really had no choice but to follow her and then into this lounge. There I was greeted by another Air France official and I started to get the shakes. Drugs in my baggage was my first thought? No. It couldn't be. It must be something else. I didn't have time to think of anything else.
`Countess. We have some bad news for you I'm afraid. There has been an avalanche near Grenoble at the ski resort where your husband, the Count has been staying. I'm afraid he is still listed as missing as of two hours ago.'
My heart had stopped and some hands held my arms as I felt my legs start to give way. I felt sick and I broke out in a heavy sweat. Then my heart started to race as I was sat down in a chair and I couldn't help but throw up. A stewardess held my head as I retched over the arm of the chair, and when I had finished, my head was bathed with a cold cloth and I was given a drink of water. I babbled, but do not know what I was saying. Neither do I know how long I sat there before I was able gather my thoughts together.
`Where's the nearest airport to...to...'
`Grenoble. Lyon is the closest airport.'
`I must go there,' I said. I think I was talking a bit wildly, but they understood.
`It's all in hand Countess. Your man, Danton, has arranged a private jet which is waiting for you on the tarmac and your driver had already been directed on ahead to be there waiting for you.'
Bless him, and bless you too,' I said to them. Thank you very much. I must apologise for the mess I've just made.'
`Don't worry about that. We'll let Lyon know you are on your way and your driver will be told,' this official said to me, and I was helped up and out of the lounge and escorted to a small jet waiting for me.
It was when the seat belt sign went off and the stewardess asked me if there was anything I wanted, I could only give her two words before I broke down.
`My husband,' I whispered as the flood gates opened. It wasn't a long flight and I think that I'd only just got control of myself by the time we came into land. There were no passport or customs control for me. My bags were put straight in our car and I was assisted into the back seat.
`I'm so sorry ma-am,' said Jules, the driver from the front seat. I could see the tears running down his face in the rear view mirror and the sight of his tears started me off again. He wiped his face and quickly drove out of the airport, heading for the mountains. We didn't speak on the drive, and I just let him navigate from a paper that had obviously been given to him at the airport.
It was late afternoon as we neared the village and knew we were in the right place. There were many vehicles still there with flashing lights and lots of people milling about. A policeman stopped us and Jules said a few words to him and so the man pointed to what looked like a school building up the road. Jules found a parking space and helped me out of the car.
`Where are we Jules?' I asked.
`I don't like to say ma-am, but it's...it's the er, makeshift morgue.'
`Oh God,' I said as I sagged back against the car.
`Please ma-am. Let me go in. You stay here till I come back.'
I could only nod and watch him disappear through the door. My gaze was drawn to the mountain and I could see the white swathe between the trees that ran right through the centre of the town and down towards the river. Not having been there before, I didn't know what of the town had stood in the path of this catastrophe, guessing that an hotel had been in the middle of the path. An hotel where my Marcel had been staying. The tears were running down my face as I saw four men labour up to this morgue bearing a covered stretcher, going inside with their burden.
Then Jules came stumbling out of that doorway with a man in a white coat and a police officer. My knees shook as they asked me to come inside to please identify some people inside. The man in the white coat had his arm under my elbow and assisted me inside. It was horrible. There were about thirty shrouded forms stretched out in rows on the floor, but it was two shrouded forms on trolleys with two other white coated people waited, their eyes fixed on me as my wooden legs propelled me towards them.
The sheet was drawn done from the first one and I gasped as I saw Willi. I heard Jules mumble his name and I nodded. Then, the one I didn't want see. I tried to scream to tell them not to uncover the face and the hand on my arm tightened and held me there as the sheet seemed to move so slowly. The hand holding the edge went so slow that I was praying that it would freeze frame and not go any further. Slow oh so slowly, the sheet moved down uncovering the hair and then the forehead. Then the closed eyes and nose and chin were revealed and I tried to close my eyes.
There was just one loud screaming noise in my head as I looked at Marcel, lying there in the snow white covering. The screaming got louder as I heard it echoing around that hall and I felt myself falling. Falling, falling forward to my beloved, his features becoming blurred as I moved forward. Wanting to tell him of that last visit in London. I wanted to tell him, wanted him to know that I was carrying his son within me.
I woke up in a strange room that didn't seem strange at all. I'd seen many hotel rooms and so I had no interest as to where I was at that moment. I blinked and stared at the ceiling for several minutes before I made an effort to move, but found that I didn't have the strength. I must have made some noise, because a figure came into my vision and it took a few more blinks for my eyes to clear and focus on a nurse hovering over me. I do not know what she said or asked of me, but she lifted my head and a glass was held to my lips and it must have been water that slipped through my lips and into my mouth. I must have slept again.
When I next awoke, I knew exactly where I was and why, and the tears just rolled down my face as I knew that I would never see Marcel again. A hand came into view and a cold cloth wiped my face and I felt a hand take mine and squeeze it tight.
Without seeing, I knew that it was Epsom holding onto me. Then another hand took my other hand and it could only have been Beverley. I squeezed both hands and then felt both their heads lay down on my chest and I knew that they were both crying.
We eventually came to our senses and I was helped to get dressed and I was grateful to see the tear stained face of Danton waiting outside of the room for us. He kissed my hand and didn't need to say a word as I just gripped his arm to give it a squeeze.
He was a tower of strength and saw us into the car and I knew that he would see to the transportation of his master and Willi back to his home. Jules drove slowly away and it wasn't long before another car came up behind us with a small truck behind that. Then Jules picked up speed to take us all home, leading this sorry convoy of people and bodies.
Somehow the people of the town knew of our approach, and from there to the gates of the estate, the whole way was lined with people. Nearly all were dressed in black and nearly everybody was weeping or openly crying as we slowly drove past them and onto the road up to the chateau.
It looked bleak and forbidding as we neared it, and I could see that all the staff were there to see the Count come home. Lili was crying more than me as we made a slow procession up the steps and into the hall. I went straight up to my rooms with Lili crying, following on behind.
Danton, I learned later, had given Lili some pills which I was given with a drink and Lili put me to bed, where I died a thousand times before I fell asleep.
I was awake early feeling dull and listless and I'd already had my shower before Lili came in. She quickly went back downstairs and was soon back with lots of coffee which did go some way to revive me.
Even though I hadn't eaten for nearly two days, I didn't or couldn't, face breakfast. I had dragged nearly everything out of my wardrobe and had already cut up one of my black dresses which Lili quickly hemmed so that I could put it on.
I then went downstairs and sought out Danton and thanked him for what he had done and asked where he had put the master. He told me that both him and Willi had been cleaned and laid out and were waiting for me down in the chapel. I thanked him again before I went out and took the same walk that I had done when I was getting married. This time I was not in white, but in black.
I stayed in the chapel all day, looking at Marcel lying in his coffin. He looked so peaceful, asleep, and I waited, hoping that he would wake up.
Lili came in with Danton when night started to fall and they held me up, so stiff was I from hours on my knees, and helped me back to the chateau where I let them feed me with a little soup before he left Lili to put me back to bed.
Clothes had been found for me that fitted and I was dressed for the funeral that was being held the next day. I managed to eat a little breakfast and I was helped downstairs to meet a crying Epsom and a tearful Beverley, also dressed in black as well as all the staff of the chateau.
With Danton taking my arm, we led the sorrowful procession back down to the chapel where the whole place was surrounded by townsfolk who had come to say goodbye to the Count d'Eider. All morning, I was told, the people had been passing through to pay their last respects and now it was time for the service.
I don't know how I sat through that interminable service, but was relieved when it was over and we waited while the two coffins were closed and sealed and then borne out of the chapel. We then followed them the short distance to where two holes had already been dug.
I asked for Willi to be laid down first. I wanted Marcel to be in this world for just that little bit longer. So we watched as Willi was lowered into the ground and too soon I stood and watched as Marcel was taken away from me. God bless Danton who kept me upright for those few moments as his coffin slowly disappeared from view. A handful of dirt was put into my hand, but I couldn't look as I was guided towards the open grave and it was only a nudge that let me release my grip on that soil so that it splattered on the top of his everlasting resting place.
I could see the crowds of people through my tears as we made our way through them, but couldn't speak or answer their condolences, but vowed that I would remember all those that turned out.
I was pleased to note that somebody, (Danton) had the foresight to have tables of food laid out for all the mourners, though I didn't stay to greet and thank them. I had a quiet lunch with Epsom and Beverley before retiring to my rooms to cry away the rest of the day watching all the videos that I knew contained, albeit only the sexual organ, of Marcel as I sucked on him and of him fucking me.
Lili brought up a tray of snacks and a large bottle of brandy which she liberally poured into me which resulted in me taking her to bed to give me relief.
I was all business the next day. First, I spoke to Danton and thanked him with all my heart for all that he had done from the contacting Air France at the very outset to the service and burial of the day before. I would like him to assemble all staff in the great hall after breakfast so that I could speak to everyone, that included all the ground staff as well.
The grapevine was better than a telephone for as we ate breakfast, all members of the chateau were gathering in the hall.
I told Danton that the table could be left till after I had spoken and see that everybody was ready for me. He bowed and left me alone with Epsom and Beverley. I had realised that while I was eating my breakfast that I hadn't told either of them of my news concerning myself. I debated about telling there and then, but being the dramatic, or so I thought, actress, I would get more effect if they heard at the same time as the others in the great hall.
I gave Danton and the kitchen staff a few minutes to make sure all were there waiting before I went down the few odd stairs and along through some rooms with Epsom and Beverley behind me.
The great hall was full with Danton standing slightly out from the others as befitted his station, Epsom and Beverley stopped behind me as I faced the chateau's workers.
Thank you,' I croaked out and had to give a cough to clear my throat. Thank you all for coming in here to listen to me speak. It is nearly two years since I first came here, and they have been the most happiest days of my life. Some of you know me well, others we have only nodded in passing. But I think that the last few days have really shown me what you thought of my...the Count. Also, I have been touched by the condolences that you have given to me. If I appeared not to have heard you, or see you, please forgive me, for I too have lost someone that I dearly loved. What hurt me the most was the news that I was too late to give him as he lay there in that mountain village. I still told him and I fervently hoped that he heard me. The news that I wanted to tell him was that I was with child, the future heir to his estate.'
There were many gasps from those before me, and I could hear louder ones from behind me as Epsom took hold of my arm.
`Yes. I am bearing the new Count d'Eider within me. Now I want this child, this boy child which I am sure it's going to be. I want him to be proud of the father he will never see, and I want to see that he inherits what his father loved most. This land, you his faithful friends. Yes I said friends, because that is what you all have been to me, a stranger who came into your midst and have been made welcome. I want to see that this estate does not suffer from the loss we have just sustained, but to see it grow and prosper for the future Count d'Eider. Thank you.'
I turned and was hugged by first Epsom and the Beverley. Then came a voice from behind me of Danton.
Three cheers for the Countess!' and there was a tumultuous noise that I don't think the great hall had heard for years. I turned and went to him and he bowed and kissed my hand as he smiled. Welcome home Comptesse.'
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