The Solution, the Plantation, and the Masseur

By D.W G. Pope

This novel contains three different stories, none of which are related.

THE SOLUTION is about the creation of a potion that rejuvenates and enhances certain body organs of both males and females, and the circumstances that occurred.

In THE PLANTATION, a man strives to run a cotton plantation in 18th century America, without the help of a wife, and his unusual endeavors to select one.

In THE MASSEUR, a man, unable to continue playing sport due to an accident, decides to become a Sports Masseur, and enjoys the situations that arise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Sep 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514440322

D.W G. Pope

David Pope was born, educated, and grew up in the historic city of Bath in Somerset. David is married, with four children and numerous grandchildren. He emigrated to Australia in 1973 and lives in Cairns, Queensland. David took up writing novels in his seventies.

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THE ‘SOLUTION’

PART I

T he villages of Upper and Lower Cockleton in rural England, were two miles apart, and separated by a small river, which had been considered the boundary line for many centuries.

Each village had a population of around 1500, give or take a few. There was a bridge over the river, which in recent times had been widened to allow vehicles, and which connected the two villages.

Each village had an Inn. At Upper Cockleton it was the White Hart, and the Red Lion at Lower Cockleton. Both had been there for at least 400 years, and were the ‘Olde Worlde’ type with whitewashed walls and a thatched roofs, and inside oak beams. All nicely decorated in the old style.

The inns were the hub of the social life in the villages, where everyone congregated, and of course, everyone knew everyone, and their business too, or at least they thought they did.

Both inns had darts teams and skittle teams, for men and women, and mixed teams too, and there was fierce, friendly rivalry between the two villages, particularly in the annual cricket match.

Upper Cockleton had the Post Office/convenience store, a butchers shop, hairdressers, library and a school for pre-senior students.

Lower Cockleton had a mini-market, bowels club and green and a dress/shoe shop, and also a school catering for junior pupils.

Each had a Catholic church that had also been there for centuries.

The nearest town lay some 8 miles distant, and many of the villagers commuted there for work.

Upper Cockleton had a choral society with a female choir, and Lower Cockleton had a large hall where Bingo and Whist drives were held.

The ladies choir from Upper Cockleton won a major prize in one of the categories of a national competition, a part of which, was a three week tour of Castles of Europe.

While the majority of the ladies were not interested in traipsing around castles, they were not going to forego the opportunity for a free holiday, and were fully aware that many of the castles were situated in cities, and they would be free to wander around and sightsee instead of visiting the castles,

There were 18 ladies in number, whose age’s ranges from the thirties to the fifties. Not only were they happy to have a free holiday, most were pleased to be free of their husbands for a while, though not all were married, of course, just most.

The day before their departure into Europe, they hired a coach to take them to London and to a hotel from where their Holiday was to begin, and stayed there overnight, and had split up in pairs to share rooms.

The group had booked a show in the West End that night as a prelude to their tour.

The next morning, they excitedly boarded their air-conditioned luxury coach to Dover, where they caught the ferry to Calais, where another coach awaited them for their onward journey through Europe.

Many of the group had not been overseas before, and eagerly looked forward to see what the different countries were like.

The coach driver, Glen Watkins, was a young man in his late twenties. He was of average height and looks, clean shaven with dark eyes and hair.

The Tour Director was a woman in her mid-thirties, who was part French and part English by her parents, and lived in France. She had light brown hair and brown eyes, and had an engaging smile on her reasonably attractive face, and whose name was Giselle Lamont.

Giselle gave a commentary as they went along pointing out places of interest, and a summary of interesting facts about the places, as they travelled through Northern France, Belgium and Holland, before visiting castles in Germany and Austria.

The weather had been fine during the first half of the tour, but as they reached the border of Hungary, the weather changed, and it began to rain, and rain heavily.

The rain pelted down hard and did not let up, and Glen wondered if it would ever stop, and reduced speed to a safe level, hoping it would stop, or at least ease. As they came down from high ground into a valley, they found the road flooded and impassable.

Glen stopped the coach, and he and Giselle discussed what they should do.

‘We cannot go on’ Giselle said ‘we have no alternative but to turn back and see if we can find an alternative route or accommodation for the night for our group. It is obvious that we cannot make our destination this evening’ and phoned the hotel to explain the situation, and then informed the group of their intentions.

Glen had agreed, and reversed into a narrow lane in order to turn the coach around.

‘Do you know of any hotels in this part of the country? I have been through this road many times, but had not noticed as I had needed all my concentration to drive on these narrow roads’ Glen said.

‘I know of nowhere, either, Glen, though there may well be. This is not a usual tourist area, just a place that is passed through’ she replied, and Glen nodded.

After driving slowly, peering through the rain splattered windscreen, Giselle suddenly cried ‘Stop Glen, there is a sign over there pointing to a sign on the side of the road.

Peering through the wind screen, and with difficulty, the sign read ‘Castle Weirdenburg’ 4 Klms. And underneath, the sign stated ‘Tourists welcome.’

‘Shall we try there? Maybe they have some vacancies where we can stay until the rain stops’ Glen suggested.

‘We might as well, there appears to be no other places about, and darkness will not be long in coming’ Giselle replied.

Glen reversed a few yards, then turned into the narrow road, hoping that he would not meet any vehicles travelling in the opposite direction. As he drove, he said ‘I have not heard of this castle before, have you, Giselle?’

‘No, I haven’t, Glen’ she replied.

Half an hour later through a forest of fir trees, they came to a clearing, and the outline of a large building appeared ahead of them, and ascertained that this must be Castle Weirdenburg.

As they drew nearer, they could see the wide moat that surrounded the castle, and the drawbridge that lay across. It had not yet been drawn up for the night.

‘I will go and check. I can see lights so someone must be about. You stay with the group’ Glen said to Giselle, who nodded.

Glen put on his yellow oilskin raincoat, and made his way across the drawbridge, and up to the large arched double door, and knocked the large ringed old door knocker, making a resounding noise, both inside and outside the building.

As Glen waited for someone to answer. The castle, with the dark wild skies and rain still pouring down, looked foreboding, and a shiver went through his body.

The door was finally opened by a wizened old man in butler’s uniform, and Glen explained the situation.

The man asked him to wait while he informed the owner, and left the door open, so that Glen could step inside out of the rain.

Five minutes later, the wizened man returned ‘Professor Inglestein, the owner of this castle is indisposed at this moment, and is sorry that he is not here to greet you in person, and has asked me to let you and your group to stay for the night. Unfortunately, until this present time, we have only been able to admit tourists during the day, as we have not the facilities for overnight stays, and are working towards that end. We do, however, have a large room that has a number of comfortable chairs and lounges, and I will arrange for more to be available. How many of you are there?’ he asked.

‘Twenty, including myself. All the rest are females’ Glen replied.

On hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows, and gave a ‘lucky you’ expression.

The man showed Glen where he could take the group, and went off to find more furniture.

Glen went to the door and beckoned to those in the coach, and they all climbed down from the coach and made their way, half walking half running across the drawbridge and into the castle. Giselle, the last to leave, locking the coach, and leaving it where it stood, and handed the keys to Glen.

The women crowded into the room, and a few minutes later, several large men brought chairs and settees, enough for the group.

The ladies all stared at the large men, for none were under 7 foot tall, and bulkily built, making them look like giants. None spoke, and all had serious unwelcoming expressions.

The wizened man again appeared, and asked if everyone was comfortable ‘I expect that you are hungry. Unfortunately, the catering staff have left for the day, but we can provide some fresh bread and cheese, if that would suffice’ he said and when he saw many smiles and nodding of heads, added ‘the drinking water is not safe in this part of the country, but we do have some tasty local wine that we can offer’ he smiled, and noted more smiling faces.

The food and wine was not long in arriving, and again brought by the giants, who neither spoke nor smiled.

When they had eaten and finished off both bottles of wine, they settled down to sleep for the night.

The next morning, the wizened man appeared, and informed them that the daily staff had arrived, and that they were making breakfast for them.

The wizened man, who had not offered his name, led the group into a dining hall, where they had breakfast of eggs, bacon toast and coffee.

When breakfast was over, a man in his fifties arrived ‘I am Professor Inglestein. I am sorry that I was unable to offer better sleeping arrangements, but you caught us unprepared. I am sure you would like to freshen up before you continue you journey. I have a Roman style bath, which you are welcome to use ‘and looking at Glen ‘you can use my private bath.’

Professor Inglestein, had grey hair, and a white coat covering an open neck blue shirt, and black trousers, and shoes.

The professor led the group, all except Glen, to a room that had this, huge 20 foot square bath ‘The water is warm, in fact it is very warm’ he said testing it with his finger, and giving a smile ‘towels will be brought in shortly’ he said and left the ladies to enjoy their bath.

The ladies undressed and got into the warm water, which was just over waist deep.

Unbeknown to the group, this was all a ploy to keep them at the castle.

While the women were in the bath, several female staff entered, and quickly removed their clothes, to the protests of the women, and did not leave any towels as promised. The same thing happened to Glen, though the women were not aware of this.

Unable to do anything, except protest, the women stayed in the bath, wondering what was going on, and how they were going to cope without any clothes.

Five minutes went by before the professor reappeared, and they all sank down into the water with only their heads showing above. A naked Glen was brought in, and he immediately joined the women in the bath, the water covering him from the waist down.

‘What is all this about?’ Giselle asked angrily ‘let us have our clothes back, or we will report this to the authorities.’

‘I don’t think you will’ the professor said ‘let me explain, he said sitting on a bench looking at the women.

The professor informed them that he needed them to promote his discoveries. He had been experimenting with a plant that locally, and only locally, grew larger than anywhere else in the world, and that had some amazing properties which enabled him to give people what they want, and lead happier lives.

‘How can you do that?’ Giselle asked a little more subdued.

‘By a little bit of trial and error, with the resin from these plants I have been able to produce a solution that can rejuvenate parts of the body in humans and animals, and also increase sizes but only by giving the right doses and in the places required.

Not far from here there is a community of small people, dwarfs, if you like, who have agreed to help me in the experiments, the reason for which I will explain a little later. The large men that you have already seen, were once dwarfs.’

Before the professor could explain further, Giselle interrupted ‘We don’t want to become Giants or help you in your experiments. Do we ladies?’

The ladies agreed with Giselle, some verbally and others with shakes of their heads.

‘I was afraid that you might not agree, but you have no choice’ he said.

‘We will not move!’ a stubborn Giselle said.

‘I think you will. You are a rather obstinate young lady, and I although admire your aggression, you will do as I say, and I believe that you will be happy that you will have done so, and come around to my way of thinking, and to reach that end, you must be punished for this obstinacy’ the professor told them.

The professor pressed a button on the wall. Nothing happened for a moment or two, then the door opened and several of the giant dwarfs entered.

Once they had surrounded the bath, the professor pulled a lever that he had his hand resting upon, and the water in the bath began to drain away, and within two minutes, the bath was completely empty, leaving the women and Glen naked, and trying to cover their privates, most unsuccessfully, that is, all except Glen who had a smile on his face.

The professor spoke to the giant men in their own language ‘I have informed the men to move you to another room, and if you resist, they will do so forcibly, so I advise you not to disobey my instructions.

The ladies realising that it would be useless to resist, followed one of the giant men, still trying to hide their privates, though some had given up. The rest of the giant men urged the group from behind, herding them into another room.

In the room, they saw a wooden apparatus on which there was a long wooden polished pole, about 8 inches in diameter, and to a height of no more than 3 feet. The pole extended almost the length of the room.

The group, including Glen were told to bend over the bar, which they did after hearing growls from the giants at those who were slow to react.

With their breasts hanging over the bar, their hands were tied to a ring on the floor in front of them, and their ankles to the apparatus, and about 3 feet apart. Once this had been achieved, the professor himself gave their bottoms a dozen sharp strokes with a bamboo cane, making many of the members cry out in pain.

Glen, and only Glen was released from his bonds and placed between two of the giant men and told not to move.

The professor then moved to the front of the group ‘Now, I want to show you what my experiments have achieved to date, and spoke to one of the giants who opened the door and admitted a number of dwarfs, who lined up in front of the group, smiling.

‘These dwarfs’ the professor said indicating the giants as well ‘volunteered to help me with my experiments. The large men, once dwarfs, requested that they be made taller to the height of normal humans. At the time, I had not been able to regulate the dosage, and gave them a little too much, and you can see the results.

The dwarfs you see standing before you, requested to have their penises enlarged, because their wives grumbled that they were not being satisfied with what the dwarfs had to offer.

I did as they requested, and this was done at the same time as the dwarfs who wanted to become taller. These dwarfs were more than happy with the results, as were their wives, and I am sure that you are eager to see the results.’

The professor instructed the dwarfs to remove their clothes, and this they did, exposing large appendages that were out of proportion to their short frames. All the penises were no less than 10 inches in length and about 6 inches around the girth.

The dwarfs stood there grinning, slowly stoking their huge stiff cocks, and looking at the helpless females in front of them.

On the professor’s command, the dwarfs stepped forward, their cocks, only inches from the faces of the women, whose eyes, were out on stalks devouring the scene.

While the women were getting an eyeful, a door opened, and two of the giant men brought in a long wooden platform about a foot in height and placed it behind the women.

The dwarfs were then given an order to line up behind the women, and to step up onto the platform, each dwarf behind a woman.

The professor then spoke to the women ‘I promised the dwarfs a reward for their help in my experiments, and this is it, and no doubt you will enjoy their attentions.’

A word from the professor asked them to check that the women’s pussies were wet. This done, nods were given by the dwarfs, told the professor what he wanted to know.

With the dwarfs huge cocks placed at the entrance of the women’s pussies, a nod from the smiling professor, gave the permission to start. The dwarfs slid their cocks into the waiting quims of the women, and began to fuck them slowly, and rhythmically.

There were no complaints from the women, just the opposite in fact, with words of encouragement, though the dwarfs did not understand a word, but they did when they heard the sighs of enjoyment and satisfaction.

While the dwarfs were doing their work, the professor continued ‘The solution is not only for males, but for females too. With an injection of the right dosage, which I have now perfected, I can rejuvenate breasts and vaginas bringing them back to their original condition, as the breasts and genitals were, when you were, say, 17 years of age, and in full bloom of youth. It will not, however, make you a virgin again. Are any of you interested? He asked, then added ‘this is, of course, permanent.

‘How do we know what you are telling us is the truth?’ one of the older ladies asked.

‘Perhaps if I were to give you a demonstration. I have some ladies, in fact the wives of the dwarfs servicing you, and although they cannot speak your language, you will be able to see the results for yourselves. The females are all about the same age as yourselves, and married with many children, having had no knowledge of contraception methods’ the professor said.

The women were extremely interested to see the results.

A giant man went out and returned with a number of female dwarfs following behind, and lined up in front of the women. A word from the professor, and the women removed their upper clothing, revealing breasts that were firm with no sagging. Some appeared to have breasts a little out of proportion to their frames.

‘Does the solution increase the size too? Another woman asked.

‘Yes, it can be increased to the size required for those who wish it so’ the professor answered with a smile, then added ‘if you wish to discover the firmness of the breasts, the dwarfs will be happy for you to do so, providing that you don’t hurt or injure, and I am sure you would not. I will now have your hands freed.’

With their hands untied, the women found that their breasts, were indeed firm.

‘Now, I am sure that you will want to see the female dwarfs genitals, and remember, they have had many children.’ Again receiving affirmative responses from the women.

With a word from the professor, the female dwarfs removed the rest of their clothes, and allowed the ladies to check the tightness of their pussies, and the ladies were most impressed, and almost all of the women noticed that the clitorises on the female dwarfs were larger than their own.

‘Are any of you interested in improving your appearance, and ultimately your lives?’ the professor asked.

All the women were more than interested and informed the professor of this fact, not wanting to miss out on such an opportunity.

‘Is there any side effects when receiving this solution?’ a lady asked.

‘Yes, there is one. It apparently acts as a contraceptive. In other words no male can make a female pregnant, and no female can become pregnant from a man who has not had the solution.’ He replied then said ‘there is another side effect. It appears to give the recipient confidence in themselves, and they begin to look younger as they feel and act younger, because of the improved sexual appetite that it produces.’

‘I have a question’ another woman said.

‘Go ahead’ the professor smiled.

‘I noticed that all the dwarf ladies had enlarged clitorises. Does that result from the solution too?’

‘Yes, it appears so, and I am told by the female dwarfs that it enhances the sensations two or three fold, and were most happy with this’ he replied.

The ladies looked at each other and grinned, though it was more like smirks.

The dwarfs had all finished satisfying the women, and the women were released from their bonds.

‘How much is this going to cost?’ another lady asked.

‘It is free, providing you advertise Castle Weirdenburg to your friends and relatives, but I ask that you do not mention the solution, otherwise we will have people queueing for miles across the country. We are not yet in full production for that event, as we need to expand the castle facilities. Please only inform them that it is a great place to visit. We need the money for further extensions and for my experiments. I have promised the dwarf community that they will be the first to receive my next experiment into stabilizing the aging metabolism, or at least slow it down, and no doubt you will be interested in that too.’

The dwarfs have been pleased with the results of my experiments, and have belief in my efforts, that is why they do my bidding.

I will also provide you with a phial of my solution, which, when you return home, you can give to your husbands, partners or whoever, giving it to them in a syringe, which you will have to purchase when you are home, for you would never get it through the customs otherwise. The phials can easily be hidden in your suitcases.’

With this knowledge, the group of women were all smiles, and informed the professor that they would be pleased to advertise Castle Weirdenburg, and would keep the solution secret.

‘Is it difficult to inject, and where does one do it’ an older lady asked.

‘Good question. The exact place to be injected is most important, and I think the best way is by demonstration. Mr Watkins is the only male here that has not received the solution, so with his permission, I will demonstrate the procedure.’

‘Glen gave an anxious smile, nodded his assent, and asked ‘How long does it take to take effect?’

‘Only a few seconds. You can watch it take place, and is ready for use immediately’ the professor said giving a reassuring smile.

The women and Glen had long passed being embarrassed by their nudity, and Glen, whose member was the average 6 inches when erect, was asked by the professor, by how much he would like it increased.

‘What do you think, ladies?’ Glen asked, wanting to find out what the average woman would desire.

After a quick discussion, most of the ladies thought that an extra 3 inches in length, and an extra thickness in ratio to the length.

The professor took a syringe already full of the solution, and explained that each segment on the syringe represented one inch.

Glen stood facing the women, who gathered around to watch. Glen spread his legs, and the professor indicated to the spot to be injected, and made sure that all the women were aware, and then injected three segments into Glen’s cock, and stepped back.

Within seconds, the women watched Glen’s cock grow to the required length and getting thicker at the same time. When it had reached the extra 3 inches, Glen obligingly allowed each of the women to examine its firmness and rigidity. The women, of course were more than happy to check it out.

‘Is it permanent, or does it need repeat doses?’ Glen asked.

‘It is permanent’ the professor replied, and Glen grinned. Not only was he pleased, but the women too, thinking of a life with their husbands and partners having what they desired.

Glen told the professor that his balls felt heavier than before, and asked if this was normal? The professor replied that it appeared so, and in fact, the dwarfs advised me that they were able to climax twice while coupling, which their wives enjoyed very much.

‘Now it is the turn of all those ladies who wish to have their breasts rejuvenated’ the professor smiled.

One of the ladies in her fifties, volunteered to be the first, and the professor demonstrated where to inject each breast, stressing that each breast must receive the same quantity, then proceeded to inject both breasts.

The lady’s breasts, which had previously been quite droopy, became full and firm, and as she had quite large breasts, were outstanding, with only the slightest of sag, and looked like a well-endowed teenager.

The woman felt how firm they were, and cupped them in her hands, with a big smirk on her face, and like Glen, allowed the women to check them out, Glen as well.

The rest of the women were most impressed at the results, and lined up to get theirs done likewise, and realised they would not have to wear Bra’s anymore, and those who wish an increase in size, were given more of the solution, according to their requirements.

‘I assume that you will all want your genitals rejuvenated’ the professor said, and there was a chorus of ‘Yes please’ from all the women.

‘Who would like to be first, and it would be better if you were either hairless or have little hair on your vagina’ the professor stated.

‘I would like to be first’ a woman piped up, whose pussy was sparsely covered with hair ‘I have had four children, all of good size, that has left my pussy quite slack, and I am in dire need to have it rejuvenated. I had thought of having an operation’ she said.

‘Then I have great pleasure in making your dream a reality’ the professor smiled.

Like Glen, the woman leant back and opened her legs wide, supported by Glen, who was watching over her shoulder. The woman’s pussy showed large sagging lips.

‘Just like the injections in the breasts, I need to give an injection into each of the lips with the same amount in each, enabling them to fill out, and meet each other, closing the entrance firmly. As the solution works its way around the vagina, it will reach the clitoris, which will increase in size, according to the amount injected.