The story of Jack and Jill was never all the way real to me. I never felt like Jack just suddenly falling down and bashing the shit out of himself was really what went down. In fact, I know it didn’t, kind of. It’s was at least one of the following three scenarios. I’m sure of it. Hear me out…
Scenario 1: The real reason Jack and Jill went up the hill was so that they could fuck in peace. Jill was thick and happened to be a pretty wild bitch, and Jack just wasn’t ready for all that…
Scenario 2: Jack and Jill went up the hill to settle an argument. Turns out Jill found out Jack was fucking around, and Jill doesn’t play that shit…
Scenario 3: Jack and Jill went up the hill to indeed fetch a pail of water. However, Jack proves to be quite the savage motherfucker when he steals Jill’s pail and pushes her to her demise. He then quickly switches clothes with Jill and dips the fuck out. When witnesses finally arrive, they see what they think is Jill fleeing the scene and write the song before finding out that Jill’s already on her next-life shit as a result of being swindled by Jack. The song’s already a fucking banger, and everybody knows it. So they decide to charge it to the game and let that boy Jack cook.
Two kingdoms have been at war for centuries over a single piece of land. A simple hill which housed a magical well. Its waters are said restore health and happiness to those that drink them.
The kings of both kingdoms are both getting old and sick. Both have vowed to never rest until the land is theirs. Both desire some of the waters of this fountain, so their health may be restored and they can continue their fight.
They order their respective children, the prince of east kingdom and the princess of the western kingdom, to secretly undertake the long journey to the front lines to sneak up the hill and retrieve some of the water. Secrecy is a must, lest their enemies move against them.
Alone and in disguise the prince and princess travel their lands. They see the poverty and sadness that the constant war has brought to their kingdom and their people. Their hearts grow cold and hard toward their enemies and the havoc they brought.
In the dark of the night they sneak past the front lines. All alone they climb their respective sides of the hill. Slowly, to not get spotted. Carefully so they dont stumble and fall in the dark.
By the breaking of the dawn they reach the top, and the prince and princess meet each other for the first time.
In their respective disguises, the prince sees this common girl, while the princess sees this common boy. Both declare their need greater, both speak about how their fathers are sick and need the healing power of the water.
As the day approaches they speak of many things as they try to make their case. They speak of their hate for their enemies and the damage the war has brought.
Yet the more they spoke, the more they came to realise many things. Their people are in poverty because of the high taxes their fathers enforced to fund their armies. The people are starving because all the food they grow is sent to feed the soldiers. Homes and villages are in disrepair because every able-bodied young man has been conscripted into the fight. Homes stand empty because family lines have ended on the front lines.
Both come to realise that their enemies are not to blame. The kings are to blame. Their selfish desire to possess and hoard the waters of the well.
How many have died to try and take this land? And if they did take it, how many will die trying to hold it from their enemies?
And would the people, who suffered so much in the name of their king, ever sample any of the sweet waters and see any health and happiness from the magic of the well?
Both conclude that, no, they wouldn’t.
And both knew that, as long as the selfish kings were in power, neither kingdom would ever know peace.
Prince Jack of the eastern kingdom turned his back on his father’s quest and left the common girl to the water. He would take up a new quest. For the good of his kingdom and all of it’s people. The prince would lead the revolution and remove his own father from power.
Princess Jillian of the Western kingdom left the common boy behind to return to her lands, call all of the loyal banners and people to her side that she could. She would not rest until she managed to remove her father from the throne.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
Simone would have been furious to learn that Robert had spent the night with Gillian, one of the English sisters at the chateau. Her sister Jacqueline would have been angry as well. She thought the French Scholar was very attractive and she found her life at the Chateau more congenial than did the shy Gillian. For Robert, Jacqueline would have spread herself without being tied and would have borne the crop without complaint. Gillian had cried at being tied, pleaded not to be cropped and sobbed during the rough usage that Robert demanded of her. She would have been incredulous that both her sister Jacqueline and even the haughty Simone would have envied her.
Gillian and Jacqueline, the English sister delivered to Roissy by their step-mother when their father died were often requested together. Although sisters, Jacqueline made a much better adjustment to Roissy than Gillian. It was Gillian though, who Robert preferred to use.
Cyril had summoned the English sisters, Jacqueline and Gillian to his room. One had trouble adjusting to Roissy, and one had thrived there. From this angle though it was hard to tell one from the other. And in the end it really didn’t matter what they thought.
The stepmother of Jacqueline and Gillian, was so enamored of her younger lover that she allowed him to do painful and humiliating things. He used roped and simple tools. He affected to be of lower class because that also humiliated her and turned her on.
At the same time as her stepmother exposed herself in the High Street of their village, Jacqueline was being taken by Rene. Using the English bitch made him happy, using her in front of his girlfriend Chloe happier still.
In England, the stepmother of Jacqueline and Gillian, who had sent the young women to Roissy, stopped on a street. Since falling under the influence of her younger lover, she had been careless of flashing in the street. Doing daring things under his direction made her feel young and carefree.
Gillian had told Nathan that she preferred to be used by Robert, Father Antoine’s assistant. Nathan and his brother Ari did not spare her anything in the next 24 hours. Gillian learned that at Roissy it was best to keep her opinions to herself.
At Roissy, the English sisters Jacqueline and Gillian were often used together. Gillian found everything about Roissy to be extremely mortifying, but this was among the worst.
Jacqueline sat on a chair at Roissy, she had adapted much better to her life there than had her sister Gillian. The two English girls had been sent to Roissy for “finishing” by their stepmother when their father had died.
When Robert and Simone had been at Roissy as Research Assistants to Father Antoine, Robert had often used Gillian, a young English girl. He had not been cruel to her, and she had fallen in love with him, hoping he would deliver her from Roissy. He had fond memories of her, but no particular interest. She was just one of many girls he had had there. He was himself shyly fond of Rebecca, but had hardly touched her.
Watching their friend being caned by the headmistress.
When they were at school, Jacqueline and Gillian had seen naughty schoolmates caned. They were good girls and had never received the cane themselves Now that they were at Roissy, they were caned when they were bad and sometimes just for the amusement of the members of the Chateau. Although their father had been a member and had brought his second wife from there, he would have been horrified to learn his daughters had been sent there for ‘finishing’.
The English Bitch Jacqueline watched her sister Gillian serve at Roissy. She despised her sister’s whining. Roissy must be endured, the duties, aside from the whippings were light and easy. But she said nothing. She was gagged. The drool that build up in her mouth would be useful in a few minutes when she was put to service.
