Enid Wilson - My Darcy Mutates…

People around the world were outraged that convicted billionaire William Darcy was given an unbelievably light sentence, serving only a day at Meryton’s charity co-op, Ice Cream Vision.

“How difficult can it be to be an ice-cream taster? It’s a dream job, not a punishment,” a woman in London said.

“That rich brat must have bribed the fat judge at Meryton,” a man from New York claimed.

On April 1st, 2008, Darcy pleaded guilty at Meryton Court to a charge of reckless assault against his former friend, George Wickham. Darcy was sentenced to one day of community service.

Computer whiz kid Darcy was staying with his friend, Charles Bingley, at Netherfield Mansion, in the town of Meryton a year ago, when the incident occurred. During a party hosted by Bingley, Wickham became drunk and verbally abused a local woman whose name was withheld from the press.

Darcy got involved in an altercation with Wickham about the woman, hitting Wickham on the face several times with an expensive pair of shoes, giving his victim a black eye and a bloody nose.

The Berluti boots, Rapieces Reprises, looked extremely stylish, especially with their innovative orange hue color. Sadly, they were an unwanted gift from Bingley’s sister Caroline to the billionaire, with an original price tag of $1,830. She claimed to have encrusted the pair of shoes with a million-dollar diamond heart, which was lost during the brawl and never recovered.

The photo of the billionaire being handcuffed by the Meryton Police, his clothes in disarray, was featured by tabloids around the globe for several months. Today, he will serve his sentence at Ice Cream Vision, an organisation which produces and distributes free ice cream for poor children in the neighborhood.

The Meryton Weekly

“Now cut open the last ice cream tub lengthwise. What do you see?” asked the Quality Control manager of the day, whose name was Elizabeth.

Darcy did as he was told and replied, with a deadpan expression, “I see ice cream.”

“It’s Marble Fudge!” she said sternly. “The fudge should be evenly swirled throughout the container. If there is too much, or not enough, or if it is not properly distributed, then the product is rejected.”

“Who would care about such a thing? Children get a Marble Fudge to eat, not to look at it.”

“We care about our quality, Mr. Darcy!” She now had her hands on her hips. “So, what is your verdict?”

He lifted the carton up and took a quick glance. “Seems fine to me.” Then he tossed it back onto the lab bench with a bang, accidentally knocking other cartons of ice cream around, splashing half-melted ice cream everywhere.

She jumped away, but some of the ice cream got onto her face and clothes. “That’s no way to treat our beloved creations,” she exclaimed, clearly annoyed. “Not to mention the mess you’ve made of the lab and of my clothes.”

“I can help you clean up.” He pushed her down to sit on the bench, then leaned over to lick a smear of vanilla from her nose.

She tried to shove him away, but he had his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“I’ll report you to the authorities!” she cried.

“Report away,” he murmured, and sucked a drop of chocolate ice cream from her earlobe.

A shiver ran through her body, and she braced her hands against his broad chest. “Mmm,” she moaned, “I think I’ll sell the story to the press instead.”

He lowered his mouth to taste the strawberry ice cream on her smooth throat. “I can pay you far more to keep your mouth shut.”

Her head dropped back as she chastised him. “I’ll tell your wife that you played nooky at work.”

“My wife is playing nooky with me now.” Grinning, he parted her legs and positioned himself between them. Then he pulled down the neckline of her shirt, baring her gorgeous breasts. He used both hands to squeeze them hard, and said, “These cherry ice cream cones are in perfect shape. They will definitely pass my QC.”

Capturing one hardened nipple between his teeth, he devoured the cherry, making her moan more loudly. Sticking out his tongue, he brushed it over her pink skin. Then his hands abandoned her bosom and headed south, busily unzipping his trousers and ripping off her panties.

“What kind of community service is this?” Elizabeth demanded weakly, slipping her hands into his trousers to grab his tight bottom. “Why should you get to enjoy your judicial punishment?”

He raised his hand and glanced quickly at his watch. “The official sentence ended fifteen minutes ago,” he said, and lowered her to lie flat on the bench top. “Now the unofficial sentence and taste-testing begins.” With that last word, he grabbed her hips and thrust his manhood into her hot entrance.

“Ah!” she screamed in delight. Her hands flew out to grasp the bench, upsetting more ice cream onto their bodies in the process. She felt his thick, rock-like shaft impale into her sensitive inner muscles again and again, scorching every pore in her passage, spreading the fire from her core down to her thighs and toes, and up to her belly and breasts.

“Yes!” she cried out as he continued to rapidly grind his shaft against her womb. His hands flew to her twin peaks, fondling and kneading them vigorously.

When he lowered his head and used his mouth to nip up a large mouthful of Marble Fudge and push the icy, creamy liquid between her lips, it tipped her over the edge.

The chilled fluid made the muscles inside her mouth tremble, resonating with the inner convulsions she experienced as she crested to her peak. Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, sealing his cold belt buckle against the feverish muscles of her inner thigh.

As she arched her body up, he yelled out loud and spilled his burning seed into her.

Oh, what a tasting! Darcy wanted to try more flavors, preferably in a variety of positions. The thought made him hard entrance and turned her over.

A passion-weakened Elizabeth found that she was in for another amazing temperature treatment. Her naked breasts were now pressed against the cold lab bench, while her buttocks were pounded repeatedly by her husband’s sweaty, burning body. Yet again, she was amazed by how he managed to last and last in order to bring her to peak after peak of pleasure.

The billionaire convict William Darcy was seen departing from Ice Cream Vision three hours after he was supposed to have finished his community services. He left the premises grinning, in the arms of his wife, Elizabeth Darcy, who was believed to be the local woman originally at the centre of that fight with Wickham. The Darcys married six months after the assault.

People demanded an investigation into Darcy’s sentencing. They suspected that bribery was involved in having him assigned for community service at an organisation started up by his wife in Meryton. Will this odd job for the rich boy teach him to better control his anger in future? Only time will tell.

The Meryton Weekly

“William, please? Please! Have I ever asked you for a favour?” Georgiana Darcy clung to her brother’s arm, shaking it and pleading with him.

“Georgie, you ask me for favours every day.” Darcy was busy reading a scientific report, and didn’t look up at her.

Georgiana grabbed hold of his report, thrust it aside and said, “But this is my first job! Lady C is so kind to have given me the job of Production Assistant. This is her new quiz show. Please! What will you lose by agreeing to compete?”

“What kind of quiz show is it again? And the name?”

“I don’t know the details yet. Lady C just asked me to find four celebrity participants who have a good general knowledge of life. She said they would be paired up with four ‘normal’ participants. The four pairs compete for half an hour for each of three episodes. The winners will get a prize. The losers will have a little bit of a joke played on them. It will be shown on Channel 12 next season at 9.30 pm on Tuesday nights. And the points you earn will be converted to cash and donated to the charity of your choice.”

“Your aunt has produced a lot of rubbish, through the years, and Channel 12 generally broadcasts stupid shows. Can you imagine what my fellow researchers would say if they saw me on a stupid quiz show?”

“But you’re helping charity – and your family! Lady C said she’s had a difficult year, and I’m new in the business. If I do a good show, I might be invited to work on something bigger and better, like 'When the Maiden Meets the Prince'.”

“I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with this show. You’re rich and elegant, and you can have any European prince you care to name.”

“But it’s like pairing Cinderella with Prince Charming. I’ll be the fairy godmother.”

“Why you would want to be a fairy godmother is beyond me!” He sighed. “Who have you persuaded, so far?”

“I got Charles and Richard. I just need you and one more.”

“Well, at least Charles and Richard will share in the embarrassment.”

She beamed. “Thank you! Here’s the contract. You can ask your lawyer to have a look, but once you sign it, no backing out, understood?”