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Part Four
I duly had Alexandra christened in the village church and I had asked Sir Malcolm if he would be a Godfather for my new baby. Him knowing who the real father was, agreed, and he also stayed over for the night, shafting me three times and giving me an orgasm each time.
I perked up after this but still missed having a man fuck me on a regular basis and let me suck on the hard flesh afterwards that always gave me such pleasure. But as the saying goes and I really do believe that bad things always come in threes, just like London buses.
It was two weeks later and I was in my sitting room when Stanford announced that there was a police inspector wishing to see me. He was allowed to enter the room and refused the offer of coffee or tea, and Stanford left the room. The inspector looked down at his shoes once and cleared his throat.
`My name is Inspector Collins and I'm from Scotland Yard. I'm afraid I have some very bad news for you. Your husband, the Earl of Lark is dead,' Three! The number screamed at me in my head and I felt myself go faint, just like I did about the news of the missing Alex. I saw the inspector go over to the bell push and lean his finger on it. Stanford must have been standing outside the door for it opened almost immediately.
`Please get the Countess a brandy or something,' he said to him. I saw his eyes widen and he quickly came into the room and over to a cabinet that held the drinks and quickly poured me a glass and brought it me. I took it and he began to move off.
`A moment Stanford. Would you please gather all the staff, both inside and out, into the great hall please. I'll be out there shortly.' I said in a quiet voice.
`Yes madam,' he said and left us as I took a deep gulp of the brandy. I tried to control my breathing and stay calm and not freak out like I did with Alex.
`Please sit down and tell me what happened,' I said. He sat down and I'm sure that if he'd had a hat in his hands, he would be turning it round and round by the brim. He looked more agitated than I felt and at a loss for words. He cleared his throat again.
`It's, er, well, er, rather a delicate situation,' he began.
Would you like a brandy too?' I asked and he nodded. Please help yourself, over there,' I indicated which I needn't have done for he saw from where Stanford had poured mine. He got up and went and got one for himself and took a big sip and came and sat back down opposite me.
`Er, it was not only the Earl, your husband that died, but two other men too, in his studio flat in London. As I said, it's rather delicate and I'm not quite sure how to tell you,' he said.
`That my husband was a practising homosexual? I knew that before I married him,' I said and the inspector's face seemed to brighten up a little at this and took another sip of his drink.
`Oh,' he said.
`I think that my knowing this has made your job a little easier. Were they all naked?' I asked.
`Er, no. Two were but your husband was clothed,' he replied.
Do you know what happened yet? I asked.
`Yes, exactly.'
`Can you tell me? I'll get to know eventually,' I said.
`Well it appears that a video camera had been set up to, er, make a er, home movie, so all that happened was recorded. Er, they hadn't er, long started...'
With the police inspector constantly trying to pick his words so as not to offend me, it took him quite some time to tell me what had transpired, so let me tell you what the video actually recorded. I did get to see this eventually, using my name and the fact that my husband was involved.
As you've probably guessed, one naked man was Rollo and the other, his name eventually came out, was Alfredo Tomellino. It was Rollo who'd set up the camera for the opening shot is of him walking away from the lens and we could see his naked back and he went over to the couch where Alfredo was sitting. He too was naked and had an erection. So did Rollo when he turned round and smiled at the camera. This had been set up on the kitchen counter and the view was of most of the studio.
Rollo stood in front of Alfredo who leaned forward and took Rollo's cock into his mouth and began to suck on him. This went on for a minute or two before Rollo pulled out, the head of his prick all shiny with saliva, and went down onto his knees and began to suck on Alfredo's erection. Again it was only for a few minutes before Rollo got up as did Alfredo. There was no sound to the video so you're not quite sure what was said between them but Alfredo then got onto the couch on his knees as Rollo moved behind him, getting up onto the couch too. He waved his erection towards the camera with a smile before he turned and stuck it up inside Alfredo's backside.
You'll have to imagine the grunts and groans as Rollo fucked the man beneath him, his cock quite visibly seen moving in and out of Alfredo even though they were quite some way from the camera. It was obvious when Rollo came inside the other man for he stiffened up his back and really pumped away with short sharp jabs until he came to a stop and half leaned over Alfredo's back.
They paused for a few moments before Rollo pulled out of Alfredo's arse and got up and walked up to and past the camera, his still hard erect cock swinging from side to side. It was assumed that he went to the sink, out of camera shot, and washed himself while Alfredo turned round and sat on the couch with a big smirk on his face, stroking his own erection.
Rollo came back into the picture and went and got onto the couch the same as Alfredo had done who then got up behind Rollo and shoved his prick up into Rollo's arse. He took about the same time as Rollo in the fucking of him and his movements where almost identical to Rollo's in the stiffening of his spine and back as he came inside Rollo.
It was just the briefest of pauses before both their heads suddenly swung round and I knew, from knowing the layout of the studio, that they had turned their heads to look at the doorway. There was a look of shock on both faces as Trevor came into view carrying a plastic shopping bag and was wearing street clothes. You can just imagine him shouting at the two men from his violent head and arm movements, Alfredo's cock still stuck up inside Rollo.
Trevor then swung the shopping bag and caught the side of Alfredo's head, the bag splitting open and tins and packets cascading all over the two men. This action knocked Alfredo over onto his side, his prick coming forcibly out of Rollo whose face showed a grimace at this violent withdrawal.
Trevor grabbed Alfredo's hair and dragged him off the couch, hitting him about the face with his fist and when Alfredo began hitting Trevor back, Rollo got up from the couch and began hitting Alfredo on the back of the head. This attack from behind, knocked both Alfredo and Trevor to the floor. Alfredo twisted round as Rollo lunged at him but Alfredo was quicker and had lifted up a leg and his heel caught Rollo in the stomach and doubled him up.
You could see by the expressions on their faces that they were shouting at each other, Rollo's face twisted in the pain of the kick but still shouting. Alfredo was up and moved out of camera shot as Rollo straightened up and began to move forward.
Alfredo came back into the picture and you only had the barest glimpse of a kitchen knife in his hand which he swung up as Rollo came forward. The blade entered Rollo's stomach just about the pubic hair line and you could see the sudden shock on his face that turned into a wide open howl of pain as the knife was pulled upwards and then across to the left. Just like a Japanese would do when committing seppuku, the ritual movement of disembowelling.
Rollo's hands came forward as his body doubled over and grabbed his stomach and it also looked as if he grasped the blade of the knife as well but you couldn't really tell though his hands did later show that he had. Blood was immediately pouring out of this wound as Alfredo pulled the knife clear while behind him, Trevor had got to his feet and had now picked up a camera tripod.
This was brought down on the back of Alfredo's head, causing him to stagger and he turned round with the bloody knife in his hand as Trevor raised the tripod up again. Alfredo moved forward, bringing up the knife and stuck it straight into Trevor's unprotected chest. Trevor's eyes went wide with the shock and the tripod fell from his hands as they came forward and grabbed Alfredo's hair and pulled his head towards him as he fell backwards.
As the blade entered Trevor's chest, Rollo staggered past the camera, doubled up and holding his stomach and out of sight for a moment as the two men fell to the floor. Trevor's heels were drumming on the floor as they both writhed on the floor and Rollo came back into the frame with another knife in his bloody hand.
He staggered towards the two on the floor and literally fell onto the back of Alfredo, the knife being pushed all the way into his back as Rollo collapsed on top of him. Alfredo had arched his back as the knife went in and his head movement pulled his hair free from Trevor's hands.
Rollo had now rolled over off of Alfredo whose body shook in spasmodic jerks, his hands trying to reach the knife buried in his back before he gave out an almighty shudder and fell back onto Trevor's legs.
Rollo, with blood still coming from his stomach, pulled himself along the floor and round to Trevor's head and got his arm under the neck and held it in the crook of his arm. He then let out what would have sounded like a howl though thankfully you couldn't hear this scream as his head fell back and his body gave a few twitches before becoming very still.
The video was then turned off for it was explained that the video kept on running for another couple of hours without any further movement from the three men.
As I said earlier, you wouldn't have got a clear picture from the way the police inspector told me.
`When did this happen inspector?' I asked when he'd finished speaking.
`Yesterday afternoon some time. A neighbour coming home late last night saw the door to the flat not quite closed and thought it strange that it had been left open and went inside. He took one look at the blood splattered studio and the three men lying there, called us.
I'm afraid that it will be in the newspapers tomorrow and probably be on the news tonight. The man who found them will probably have told others and alerted the various papers to sell his story but we'll try to keep as low a profile on it as best we can,' he apologised.
I got up and went and poured myself another brandy though he refused a second one.
`Thank you for coming all this way to tell me,' I said, still standing up, and he got to his feet.
`Well it's not something that you should have found out by way of the television or newspapers. We'll let you know when the inquest will be and as I've said, we'll try and keep most of it out of the public eye.'
I shook the inspector's hand and thanked him again as we went out into the hall where all the staff had been gathered and went to the front door with him and saw him drive off.
Watching him go, I tried to formulate just what I was going to say to the waiting staff and I finally had to go in and face them, which I did.
I've called you all here together to inform you that, that my husband, the Earl of Lark is dead.' There were gasps from everybody there before me, hands went to mouths and there was a lot of whispering between them. It appears that a man attacked the Earl in his studio in London and fatally stabbed him. His friend, and mine, was there and jumped to the Earl's defence but was too late to stop the fatal blow. He then managed to kill the assailant but he too, suffered a mortal wound and also died That's all I can say at the moment. No doubt you will see more of this on the television news tonight and thought it better that it was I that told you first. Just remember this. It's not the first death here and will not be the last for this Hall. It is up to us, while grieving for the late Earl, we still have his son here who will be the next Earl and we must now look towards the living and carry on as before. You will be informed later about the funeral preparations. That is all. You may return to your duties. Stanford, my study please,' I said as I turned away to the whispered talking I was leaving behind in the hall as I went off to my study with Stanford following me. I went and sat down behind the desk and buried my face in my hands.
`Oh shit!' I muttered, as if I hadn't had enough problems to deal with over the past month.
`Would madam like another drink?' Stanford asked most solicitously.
Yes please,' I mumbled. Not brandy. A large gin and tonic. Make it a treble seeing as it's the third one,' I said as I raised my head. He poured out my large drink and brought it over to me and stood to one side.
Oh sit down Stanford. Please,' I added. You're more like one of the family really.'
`Thank you madam,' he said as he sat down.
Keep the staff busy and try to play down what they will hear and read about for both means of news always distort the truth and quite often twist it. We have a new Earl now though because of his age, will not make much difference for we didn't have Lord Bentley here that often,' I said with a wry smile. This affair is going to keep me quite busy for awhile so try and keep everything on the right track'
`Yes madam, will that be all?'
Yes thank you Stanford. No lunch for me today, I'll make this do,' I said taking a long pull at my glass. Tell the cook to make it a light dinner tonight.'
`Yes madam,' he said and got up and left me alone to my thoughts of what else would be going wrong in the near future.
I stayed in the study for an hour, having another drink before going up to my bedroom and laying down on the bed. Here I let myself go and cried. I know I didn't love Trevor but I owed him a lot. He was more of a friend, a kind one at that in spite of him being incapable of loving me as a man should towards a woman. Rollo too I classed as a friend, taking the place of Trevor at odd times and now it was another man who had fucked me that had gone from my life.
Stanford, bless him, had the brains to get hold of Arthur and give out instructions to have the estate sealed off from the press. Two of the outside staff were stationed down at the entrance to Lark Hall, armed with shotguns and a mobile phone to keep Stanford informed of all visitors and to whom could be allowed in. Four other outside male staff were also issued with shotguns to patrol the Hall itself and keep away anybody who was deemed to be trespassing.
The news on the television that night was brief, just saying that the Earl of Lark had been killed in his London studio, along with two other men but no details had yet been released by the investigating police. The Countess of Lark was unavailable for comment. They showed some old news footage of Trevor at his investiture at the House of Lords and shots of the outside of his studio flat as well as couple of the Hall, but that was all, for which I was thankful.
The newspapers were a bit more lurid in what they said and suggested. The nearest they got to talking about Trevor being a homosexual was the question one asked that were the killings something of a love triangle? You can guess which rag this came from. There was a police press release later saying that the cause was an argument that led up to the deaths and that nobody else was involved but the victims themselves.
There were speculations after this but it soon faded into small paragraphs as other news took over the headlines. It didn't rear up again until the inquest. Here the inspector was as good as his word and it was kept in a low key, but it still caused quite a lot of speculative argument in the press.
I was told of the impending inquiry and was driven down to London and met a barrage of photographers, blinding me with the flashes, catching pictures of me on my first outing from the Hall since the deaths. A path was cleared for me from the car to the courthouse by the police and I made it inside without replying to many of the questions thrown at me.
I was sat down at the front and most of the rest of the court was filled with reporters who were going to be very disappointed at what they were about to hear. The babble of noise was brought to a halt on the entry of the coroner who sat down at his desk, with notes to hand.
`This inquest has been convened to inquire into the deaths of Lord Bentley, the Earl of Lark, Roland Adams and Alfredo Tomellino. No witnesses will be called, for reasons unknown, the whole episode was filmed on a video recorder. I have studied this film and reached the conclusion that an argument developed in the studio flat of the late Earl between the three men. This argument developed into a brawl and kitchen knives came into play. All three sustained knife wounds which proved to be fatal and as all three died as a result, not one or all can be held culpable. So it is by the order of this court that all three deaths was a case of misadventure. Case closed.' He banged his gavel down and then the hubbub started. There were many shouts from the press asking for details, facts etc, as the coroner gathered up his notes and left the courtroom. The noise level was high and I got up and went over to where the police inspector was sitting and shook his hand, thanking him for what he'd achieved. I had to bend close to his ear for him to hear me above the noise of the reporters now shouting out my name for my comments. I ignored them and had to have a police escort to get out of the courtroom and down to my waiting car.
The burliest man of our estate had travelled in the front seat of the car and it was him now, holding open the rear door of the car, pushing people out of my way so that I could get inside. He really used his weight to clear away the press so that he could shut the door and quickly get into the front seat himself.
It was comparatively quiet inside though we could still hear the shouting, having faces, hands and camera lens pushed up to all the windows as the car slowly began to move, pushing those blocking the front out of the way. It took four policemen to clear the front and we were soon in the clear and moving away from the kerb.
`Thank you for that,' I said to the two men in the front seats as I took off my hat. The pictures taken by the press would not be much good for I'd kept the veil down to cover my face. They needn't have used colour film for I was dressed all in black and not a bit of white flesh was visible for I'd even worn black gloves.
The car which incidentally is a Bentley which befits my name, had a small bar fitted for which I was grateful and mixed myself a nice large gin and tonic as the car smoothly made its way out of London and onto toward the Hall in Norfolk.
With the inquest out of the way, which the press had taken umbrage to and asked the question if it was legal in the coroner's verdict. But they had the sense not to pursue this line through the courts in case they lost. But, with it over, the bodies could now be released for burial and I had to start making the final preparations.
Of Alfredo Tomellino, I cared not one hoot for it was him that wielded the first knife and got what he deserved in the same way by Rollo. Who would take his body, I didn't care. For Rollo, I'd made prelim enquiries and had arranged for his funeral and burial to take place in London as no other relatives had stepped forward to claim the body. This would take place two days before Trevor's, where he would be put into the family crypt.
There were very few at the service for Rollo which was held in a crematorium in North London. There were a couple of odd people who knew of Trevor and Rollo and myself and, love him, Sir Malcolm Falconer, to stand and sit by my side during the service. There were the press of course and I declined to speak but Malcolm answered the question as to why he attended the service.
`I happen to be a personal friend of Lady Bentley and thought it a proper duty of a gentleman to be at a friend's side for this solemn occasion.'
`Very nicely answered,' I murmured to him as we moved off to the cars. There wasn't a wake as such for we just stopped off at the first pub and I bought a few drinks for those that had attended and had a tray of sandwiches provided though I didn't stay to eat. I went out with Malcolm and got into his car with him on the back seat and he told Michael, his man, to take a short walk, which he did and left us alone. I took my hat off and shook my head to free my hair which Malcolm loved to run his fingers through when we had sex.
He took me into his arms and kissed me.
`Even in black you look absolutely adorable,' he breathed into my ear before kissing me again, which I wanted. Well there was more, for I put my hand down into his lap and found that he had an erection which showed how much he thought of me.
`Let me,' I begged as we broke off the kiss, my hand fumbling at the fly of his trousers. He didn't stop me from getting this open and pulling out his hard and upstanding cock. It had now been quite a few weeks if not months that I last held a vibrating living penis in my hand.
`They can't see,' he said hoarsely at my looking round out through the windows and bent down, half sliding off the seat and taking that throbbing cock head into my mouth.
What heaven to have it back in my mouth, feeling his heat, his throbbing pulse beat that pounded through the flesh that I was using my tongue on. I would liked to have had him fuck me with it, but a cock in the hand is better than none up in the bush, mangling an old proverb.
I sucked and slurped, trying to get as much of him as I could into that small, by comparison, orifice. My hand was jerking the soft silky flesh of his shaft as I sucked and felt a tremor go through him and got the resulting emission come flooding into my mouth. Oh what sweet nectar that was to me, to have male sperm once again moving round for me to savour before swallowing. Still sucking and tonguing him till there was no more left and finally felt him begin to soften up. Only then did I release him and let him put his own piece of meat away, sorrow at seeing it disappear. We kissed once more and he promised to come to Trevor's funeral and, I hoped, that he would stay the night. My heart leapt when he said that he would and I kissed him again before putting on my hat and getting out of his car.
The door of my car was opened for me and I saw Michael return to Malcolm's as I got into mine. With that, we drove off, him back to his office and me to Norfolk and Lark Hall. I managed to keep a taste of Malcolm the whole way there and that night, masturbated myself at the thought of having him in my bed in two nights time.
The service for Trevor was held in the village church, his body having been delivered that morning from London. This was more for the locals than the others who attended, for the actual encryptment would be for family and close friends and staff of the Hall. It's no good looking up the word used for it's not in the dictionary though it should be. For he was not being buried so it wasn't a burial. He was not being put into a tomb so it would be an entombment. He was, for God's sake, being placed in a crypt and therefore, that should be the word to use, Collins and Oxford, take note.
Two other people of note were fellow members of the House of Lords. They must have drawn the short straws for Trevor had only ever attended the place twice since becoming an Earl. Once for the investiture and one other time just to see what went on in there. Not a lot and so never went there again.
These two, plus two elders from the village were invited up to the hall where we followed the hearse from the church to the family crypt, with the vicar of course, to say the last words before his interment. I suppose I could have used that word earlier but the dictionary says that interment is the burial of a corpse, so my choice of word stands.
The coffin was placed on two workhorses before the open door of the crypt and we gathered round with all the staff of the Hall behind us as the vicar gave a short eulogy before the coffin was lifted up and carried inside and placed on one of the vacant shelves that were within. The door was then shut and locked and the service was concluded.