LORD BRAMBLE'S REHABILITATION
By Damon Peters
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This book is a work of adult erotic fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Contents
PROLOGUE. Captain John Wells.
CHAPTER ONE. Isabel and a maid.
CHAPTER TWO. A new nurse for Lord Richard.
CHAPTER THREE. A calming stroke.
CHAPTER FOUR. What to do with Lilly.
CHAPTER FIVE. Isabel has a visitor.
CHAPTER SIX. Lord Richard's treatment.
CHAPTER SEVEN. Sir Oswald arrives.
CHAPTER EIGHT. Giving Isabel the news.
CHAPTER NINE. Punishing Isabel.
PROLOGUE. Captain John Wells.
Captain John Wells sat in his wheelchair and looked out along the manicured gardens of the private hospital to the woods on the horizon. It was quiet and idyllic here in the rolling hills of Kent, and it was a full two years since the last shell had fallen in France. The war was over and a distant past for many - for most, anyway. The 1920s beckoned with great promise for industrial wealth and development. But not for Captain John Wells, not while those trees remained, reminding him of the Belgium countryside that morning, before the battle began. Mortars crashed all around him as he strode through long grass towards the woods on the gentle slope and the German positions just in front of them, hundreds of men lined up behind him, stepping forward with grim faces set in lines of resolve.
He had crawled back over them, through puddles of mud and blood, crying out for support, weeping as he ordered the ghosts of his friends and comrades into one more valiant rush.
That had been the beginning. The beginning of two years of trench warfare that had ended in another puddle of mud and blood, now much of it his own.
His breath quickened. That was the first sign and Nurse Debora Carr noted the change and rushed to his side to take his hand. "John? John? It's all right John," she murmured. "The war is over John. Over; do you hear me?" she asked more firmly.
His teeth ground together and he began to quiver, his eyes fixed on the horizon, pupils contracted into tiny points.
The nurse knelt, still trying to coax him back with words even as her hands drew the blanket from his lap and her fingers expertly undid the fastening of his trousers.
"John? John?" she urged, taking his soft organ between her fingers to begin pulling on the warm and pliant flesh. "Stay here John. The war is over John. Over!" she told him, willing his organ to get hard enough for her to drop her head and take him into her warm and liquid mouth.
"Come on!" she begged, looking down at his soft penis, flesh concertinaed behind the helmet created by his circumcision. "Yes!" she crooned excitedly, feeling his organ respond, even as his quivering grew worse.
The slight swell of his penis was good enough and the nurse dropped her head into his lap to take the organ into her mouth and immerse it in her hot saliva. Lips squeezed the shaft behind the bulbous head to feel it respond and harden, and her tongue swirled over the warm flesh, bathing it and caressing it, promoting sensations that had it swell in her mouth.
She couldn't talk to him - not with her mouth full, but she crooned around his now erect manhood and savoured the taste of him, sliding her lips along the shaft to complete the hardening and stretching of his cock.
His shaking eased and his quivering changed its nature, becoming the result of physical excitement as opposed to mental anguish. His rapid breathing changed too, and a hand rose to rest on her hair as he slid partially down in the chair to aid her in her work.
The nurse crooned once more and
By Damon Peters
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.
This book is a work of adult erotic fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Published by Amazon, Kindle.
Contents
PROLOGUE. Captain John Wells.
CHAPTER ONE. Isabel and a maid.
CHAPTER TWO. A new nurse for Lord Richard.
CHAPTER THREE. A calming stroke.
CHAPTER FOUR. What to do with Lilly.
CHAPTER FIVE. Isabel has a visitor.
CHAPTER SIX. Lord Richard's treatment.
CHAPTER SEVEN. Sir Oswald arrives.
CHAPTER EIGHT. Giving Isabel the news.
CHAPTER NINE. Punishing Isabel.
PROLOGUE. Captain John Wells.
Captain John Wells sat in his wheelchair and looked out along the manicured gardens of the private hospital to the woods on the horizon. It was quiet and idyllic here in the rolling hills of Kent, and it was a full two years since the last shell had fallen in France. The war was over and a distant past for many - for most, anyway. The 1920s beckoned with great promise for industrial wealth and development. But not for Captain John Wells, not while those trees remained, reminding him of the Belgium countryside that morning, before the battle began. Mortars crashed all around him as he strode through long grass towards the woods on the gentle slope and the German positions just in front of them, hundreds of men lined up behind him, stepping forward with grim faces set in lines of resolve.
He had crawled back over them, through puddles of mud and blood, crying out for support, weeping as he ordered the ghosts of his friends and comrades into one more valiant rush.
That had been the beginning. The beginning of two years of trench warfare that had ended in another puddle of mud and blood, now much of it his own.
His breath quickened. That was the first sign and Nurse Debora Carr noted the change and rushed to his side to take his hand. "John? John? It's all right John," she murmured. "The war is over John. Over; do you hear me?" she asked more firmly.
His teeth ground together and he began to quiver, his eyes fixed on the horizon, pupils contracted into tiny points.
The nurse knelt, still trying to coax him back with words even as her hands drew the blanket from his lap and her fingers expertly undid the fastening of his trousers.
"John? John?" she urged, taking his soft organ between her fingers to begin pulling on the warm and pliant flesh. "Stay here John. The war is over John. Over!" she told him, willing his organ to get hard enough for her to drop her head and take him into her warm and liquid mouth.
"Come on!" she begged, looking down at his soft penis, flesh concertinaed behind the helmet created by his circumcision. "Yes!" she crooned excitedly, feeling his organ respond, even as his quivering grew worse.
The slight swell of his penis was good enough and the nurse dropped her head into his lap to take the organ into her mouth and immerse it in her hot saliva. Lips squeezed the shaft behind the bulbous head to feel it respond and harden, and her tongue swirled over the warm flesh, bathing it and caressing it, promoting sensations that had it swell in her mouth.
She couldn't talk to him - not with her mouth full, but she crooned around his now erect manhood and savoured the taste of him, sliding her lips along the shaft to complete the hardening and stretching of his cock.
His shaking eased and his quivering changed its nature, becoming the result of physical excitement as opposed to mental anguish. His rapid breathing changed too, and a hand rose to rest on her hair as he slid partially down in the chair to aid her in her work.
The nurse crooned once more and
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