Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 3. Virgins no more

"Wake up Veronica, wake up!" Gloria was peering down at her and shaking her by the shoulders.

Slowly she opened her eyes to the now familiar surroundings of her bedroom. "How? How did I get here? Oooww!!" The scream came when she tried to sit up. "Oh my God! It was real! It did happen."

"What happened? You had us worried sick. Henry found you sitting almost lifeless and shivering in that shed. We carried you in here and I undressed you. Until a few minutes ago you just seemed dead asleep although you did some talking but nothing we could really hear and then you screamed out a six times. It was sort of like you were in a trance. What happened?" Gloria asked again.

"What time is it?

"Nearly eight. What's that got to do with it. Answer my question, Veronica."

"Four hours. It must have happened in real time. Oooww!" Veronica moved again.

Exasperated Gloria demanded, "What happened in real time. If I don't get some answers soon you're going to feel the hair brush my girl."

"I can't tell you Gloria and even if I did you wouldn't believe me. I can hardly believe it myself. And if what I think happened, I wouldn't be able to withstand the hairbrush. I can't seem to sit on my bottom."

Gloria pulled up Veronica's nightdress. "Veronica, who thrashed you like that? How? You weren't marked when I put the nightdress on you. And that stuff around your lips has appeared since. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was a man's spunk. I'm going to run a bath so you can bathe your bottom and then you can tell me what is going on." However although pressed, cajoled, threatened and intimidated Veronica refused to say anything. Gloria took offence at her maid's attitude and kept up a stony silence during their late meal. For once Veronica was glad she wasn't asked to share her bed.

As soon as her light was out, Veronica called quietly, "Becky, Becky, are you there. Help me. This pain is pretty awful. Becky, Becky where are you."

"I'm here Ronnie, right beside you. Now you have a little idea of what girls had to go through when I was a maid here. How do you think Hilda felt? And she had to go straight back to work. Mine was a minor strapping. I had to grin and bear it as your saying is. We didn't have pills like you've taken to ease the pain. Mother rubbed a little fat on and that was all."

"So there's nothing you can do to help me?"

"Well maybe there is but I am not sure you shouldn't savour the pain for longer to know what it was really like to live in this hall, two hundred years ago."

"If you can do anything Becky, please do it. Perhaps I feel the pain more than you, I've been brought up in softer conditions than you were."

"I'm not sure that makes much difference, Ronnie. The pain was just as painful for me as it was for you."

"Why are you not in pain now then? I am."

"Simple. That machine you call a video, you have a button to move forward fast. I did that when you when Gloria disturbed us. I came back to the present. As a spirit I don't feel the pain. I did feel it when I went back and re-lived that first day here. You should remember, I went through the thrashing even though I knew what to expect because I been through it all before. I suffered the pain for a second time. I suffered it because I want you to know my story. I had to suffer it because I could not change what happened in my life. Unlike your video, I cannot edit it."

"I'm sorry Becky. I didn't think of it that way," Veronica apologised, "Can you not fast forward me until the pain has gone?"

"I can but I am not going to. Not all in one go anyway. The first few days of my life here were pretty traumatic and I want to take you through that trauma too. I think it is time you experienced real pain not the tender little spankings Gloria gives you. You may well get worked up on it, like you did when watched poor Hilda get her whipping. Are you not a little 'horny', as I think you say these days, down there? Touch yourself."

Veronica didn't need to. She knew she was wet, but she was also sore. Very sore. "Please Becky. Please help take some of this pain away."

"Shush! Keep your voice down. Gloria's listening at the door. She can't hear me because I am talking directly to your mind. Try and do that with me. Don't speak the words, think them."

"Please Becky, move me forward so the pain goes. Becky please." The last two words involuntarily came out loudly but the first sentence was silent.

The door opened; the light went on. Gloria stood framed in the opening. "Where is she? Where is this Becky?" Gloria demanded.

"There's no one here Gloria. I am alone."

"You were talking to someone. I heard you. Who was it?" Gloria again demanded as she strode around the room looking under the bed and in cupboards although she couldn't see how anyone could have hidden when she flung open the door.

Thinking quickly Veronica replied, "Becky is an imaginary friend, one who I can talk to in my mind. Someone who...."

"Someone who thrashes you! Do you really expect me to believe that Veronica? You take me for a fool girl! Something is going on and I intend to find out what it is. You're sleeping with me tonight."

"No Gloria. I can't! I'm in too much pain." Despite her arguments Veronica ended up in Gloria's bed, weeping from not just from the pain but from the tirade of questions that Gloria unrelentingly fired at her. She so wished to go with Becky and Gloria was preventing her.

"Let her go to sleep Ronnie," Becky spoke to her mind, "You try and sleep too. I'll wake you when it's all quiet and we can slip away."

"She's a light sleeper. She'll know if I leave the bed." Veronica spoke her thoughts directly to Becky.

"We'll try it anyway. The problem is if she forces you out of me again before we're ready. We'll just have to see what happens."

*****

2 a.m. "Pssstt!! Wake up Ronnie. Gloria's been asleep for a while. See if you can get to your room without disturbing her." Veronica had only just dozed off. The events of the previous day and the soreness of her arse kept her awake for a long while but it was easing a little now or so she thought until she started to walk. However, she made it to her room without crying out. The key to her door had gone. Rightly she assumed Gloria had taken it. She jammed a chair under the doorknob. It the darkness she could see Becky's outstretched hand clearly.

"Wait a moment Becky. I don't want Gloria waking me again until I'm ready," Veronica transferred her thoughts. Quietly opening a drawer she took a sheet of paper and with a marker pen wrote in large letters.

<Gloria, if you find me in a trance as earlier

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

I will wake when I'm ready.

Waking me could cause serious harm.>

"We can only hope she takes some notice Becky. Let's go before she finds me missing and forces the door."

"You're sure?" Veronica nodded her agreement and Becky went on, "It's 2:30 now, Gloria normally wakes between 7:30 and 8:00 that gives us about five hours. I'm not going to jump forward far at a time but by the end of the five hours we should have gone far enough to remove a good deal of the soreness from your arse and not so far that I've had another thrashing. I will have been fucked though. Still want to go?" Hesitating for a few moments at the thought of being fucked, or more probably raped by Master Peter, she decided to see what it would be like to have a man inside her. Would he actually break her hymen whilst she was Becky? It didn't sound as though Becky had become pregnant though. "Still want to go?" Becky repeated.

"Yes, let's do it. I should learn more of past times with you than I ever learned at school. Even if it is learning the hard way."

Limping slightly from the pain of her beaten buttocks, Becky walked the last half-mile down the grass lane to the village. Veronica felt the pain too. It seemed worse than it was when she was lying in bed at home and then she remembered that she had taken painkillers and put salve on last night but Becky wouldn't have had access to either all those years ago. She very vaguely recognised where she was. In her time the lane although narrow was metalled and the Johnson's stone house was still there but with modern additions and better paintwork. The village looked very different though. A collection of low stone houses with mainly thatched roofs. Not more than six of them, Veronica noted, and all huddled near the crossroads. Becky entered the second house.

Inside it was cold and rather dark. Veronica tried to take in her surroundings as far as she was able through Becky's eyes. The one room was sparsely furnished with a wooden table in the centre, a bunk bed at one end covered by what looked like old rugs and at the other a fireplace with a few embers glowing. An old looking woman stirring what seemed to Veronica to be a pot of dirty water, greeted them.

"Y'a took yer time Becky," she chided, "And wha's the wood y've collected? And where d'ya git tha coat?" Becky's mother's accent was so strong Veronica had difficulty if following her speech.

"Same place as I got this," Becky held out the florin, "And this." Lifting her dress Becky showed her tanned arse. She went on to explain her mother could keep the coin if she allowed her daughter to work at 'the big house'. "They're very keen on discipline up there Ma so I don't know if I want to be one of their maids," she went on. "What I had was very mild compared with what I saw another maid get. If I don't take the job, I have to take the coin back." She didn't mention that they would use her sexually.

"Lay yersel on't bed so I ken put some fat on yer arse and then you go back and tek tha job, Yer'll be better fed than yer am here I dinna doubt." It was obvious to both girls the coin had made up her mother's mind. "If yer behaves yersel, yer'll come to na' 'arm."

The cold air caused Becky to shiver a little as her mother bared her arse to apply a mixture of herbs and fat that she said would help soothe the fire. Gently the older woman rubbed the mixture into her daughter's tender skin. Becky seemed to feel no other effect than the pain the slight finger pressure caused but Veronica started to feel wetness between her legs and tried to get Becky to open them wider. "You're a slut Ronnie. You should know I cannot alter things that happened in the past and I didn't have a lezzie relationship with my mother." Becky spoke mentally so her mother wouldn't hear. In any case the woman was speaking in her broad Yorkshire language that Veronica couldn't follow and admonishing her daughter to make sure she did as the masters at the hall asked.

"Well at least now I know, that while I experience the things as you, my mind does not react in the same way. I wonder how it will be when the master fucks you?" Veronica replied, "Will I enjoy it more or less?"

"Won't be too long before you find out, Ronnie!" Becky laughed, "And no, I'm not going to tell you in advance what is going to happen. Nor will I tell you all the bits I will miss out except that now I don't feel it is necessary to walk all the way back to the Hall in the cold. When mum's finished we'll jump to there."

"You decided to come then," Janet had answered their knock on the door, "Or have you brought the coin back?" Becky shook her head. "Your mother wanted to keep it regardless of the number of times you'll get a thrashing and did you mention what else the masters will do to you?" Janet went on.

"Yes. She ain't seen that much money for a long while. Will I get beaten often? And no, I didn't mention I would be fucked."

"Maybe, maybe not. Depends. Depends on how you behave with the masters. You should be all right tonight. Master Peter has Miss Kathryn staying with him. She's very young for him but she's trying to get him to marry her so she gets at his money. She willingly lets him do things to her." The conversation was terminated by their arrival at the kitchen.

The warmth of the room hit Becky after the cold walk back. Unused to the heat she began to feel drowsy but Mrs. Simmons soon brought her back to reality. Addressing Janet she snapped, "Take her to Miss Maria to fit her out with her uniform, then tidy her hair and bring her back here. She can work alongside you preparing the food for tonight."

Janet led the way to one of the larger rooms on the upper floor, a room Veronica had been in only once. It was now a store room for old items the previous owner no longer used. At the window, where the light was better sat an elderly woman sewing what looked to be an expensive dress. "Don't cross her," whispered Janet, "She was the mistresses maid when she was alive. She still has a lot of power here and can make your life a misery." There was no further explanation as the pair were invited in and Janet introduced Becky.

"Get yourself undressed Rebecca," Miss Maria ordered in a kindly voice, "I need to see what is under that bundle of rags." Somewhat embarrassedly, Becky took off her clothing and stood in front of the older woman's gaze and then blushed as the woman's hands ran over her body, pausing at the most intimate places and without comment tenderly squeezed the bruised bum. Finally they came to rest on her developing breasts. "The masters haven't had you yet I suppose?" she asked and receiving a no, in reply went on, "Well I guess they soon will and then these will start to develop in a hurry. We'll need a dress that allows for that."

Becky was surprised Maria's hands kept fingering her titties until the nipples hardened. The sensations Veronica felt again aroused her. "You really are a lezzie slut, Ronnie," Becky thought spoke to her."

"You knew that already from having watched Gloria and I together," Veronica silently replied.

They were both brought back to Maria when she commented, "Your nipples are quite large for a girl of your size. The men will like that. You'll be well used for the next week or two," she predicted. Becky began to realise just what life for her at the Hall was going to be like. Her job as a maid was much more than domestic cooking and serving food, she was to be the plaything for the masters.

Three dresses and a single pair of shoes were found. All the dresses buttoned down the full length of the front; all exposed the larger portions of her breasts in much the same way as Janet's. To Veronica the dresses, although below the knee in length, were much shorter than she expected for that period. When she asked Becky, she agreed most women wore ankle length dresses but in the Hall they were shorter at the whim of the masters to make the servants bottoms and cunnies more accessible.

Becky went forward in her time to later that evening. On the way she paused several times so Veronica could get some idea of what went into the preparation of a meal at the Hall, what the servants ate and the serving of the food. During the serving Master Peter summoned her. "Come to my room as soon as you've eaten and cleared up."

Janet expressed surprise that she'd been summoned with the other woman already there but said it wasn't unheard of for Master Peter to want two women in his bed at once. "Don't forget to go straight to Mrs. Simmons when he releases you. Doesn't matter what time of night it is. Knock and go in. Wake her if necessary. She'll douche you to try and stop you becoming pregnant. Being a virgin, you can't get the sponge far enough up to prevent a baby growing in your womb. And make sure you service the master properly, however repugnant it might seem. If you don't you'll get another hiding and have to do it anyway." Mrs. Simmons repeated Janet's instruction to come to her immediately the master sent her away.

It was with some temerity that Becky knocked at the master's door. Afraid of what was going to happen, Becky had dallied over the cleaning up until Mrs. Simmons had soundly boxed her ears and ordered, "Comb your hair girl and wipe your face then get yourself to Master Peter. Make sure you do what he wants. Reggie won't be in a very good mood if he's summoned to the master's room to give you a good hiding." Veronica, still reeling from the blow to her ears, sighed with relief when she remembered Becky saying she wouldn't go forward far enough to get her next spanking.

Kathryn opened the door. "It our virgin plaything Peter," she called back to the master who Becky couldn't yet see. What she did see shocked her. Kathryn was not only stark naked, but was blatantly exhibiting her charms. The young girl, Becky guessed she was a few years older than herself at about 17, had full breasts which she thrust forward and dark pubic hair which stood out against her parted white thighs.

"Don't stand there gawking girl. Come on in, we don't want the heat from the fire to escape." Kathryn smiled and took her hand, "You'll get to see and feel me soon enough and we shall certainly be seeing and feeling you."

Veronica's mind lusted after the beautiful naked girl even though she could tell Becky wasn't so keen. "I wonder if she gets to play with her?"

Her thoughts were transferred to Becky. "Wait and see slut. I thought you might like this bit," Becky silently replied.

There was no time for further repartee. On the edge of the large four poster bed sat Master Peter, naked and gently caressing a full erection. Kathryn led her to the bed. Becky and Veronica eyed the prick with some consternation. Becky knew she was going to lose her virginity to it and from the size of it, it was going to be painful. Veronica too knew she would feel Becky's pain. The prick she thought was even larger than Edward's, the only other erect prick she'd seen close to. The butler's had only been partly exposed from his trousers when he fucked Hilda.

"Curtsey and kneel and kiss the lovely pego that is going to ravish you tonight," hissed Kathryn. From her experience earlier in the day, Becky thought she knew what was expected of her and not wanting another dose of the strap, took the head in her mouth and gently started to suck. She was quite unprepared when Peter grabbed her hair and forced his prick to the back of her throat. As soon as she started to gag, Peter pulled back and then thrust again. He repeated the movements a few times and released her hair.

"That's how I expect my pego to be kissed. Now do it." Becky did.

"Get it all the way in," Kathryn advised, "Doesn't it feel lovely in your mouth?" With her mouth full, Becky couldn't reply and she certainly couldn't agree that it felt lovely. After a few minutes, Peter pushed her away.

"Undress her Kathy," Peter ordered, "Let's see what she's like under those clothes."

"Not much in the titty department yet," Kathryn commented as she opened the front of Becky's dress and pushed the girls tits forward, "But the nips are hardening and quite large. I guess sucking your pego has started to arouse her. Perhaps this will harden them more." Swiftly her mouth closed on a nipple and started sucking and nipping it with her teeth. The unexpected action caused Becky to blush furiously. Veronica was in heaven. She loved Gloria to suck her tits but to have it done by this young woman seemed even better. However, the sensation was short lived.

"There, they're much harder now Peter," exclaimed Kathryn. Peter reached out and squeezed them hard causing Becky to cry out.

"None of that nonsense young Becky. I can always tenderize your titties with the strap is you want to cry out." Peter sounded peeved which strengthened Becky's resolve to be brave as he continued to nip and pull on her breasts. "Now let's see the rest of you girl." Kathryn removed Becky's dress completely. "Lie on your back on the bed and pull your legs up so I can see your cunnie and bottom hole." Again with Kathryn's assistance, Becky complied and soon her genitals were fully exposed to the gaze and touch of her master. "Bring the candle closer Kathy, I want to have a good look."

"Not much hair, Peter," Kathryn commented. "Her lips are almost fully exposed. Still quite young and probably nice and tight."

"She's fourteen, nearly fifteen. Dammit, that's old enough to marry and have kids." Peter stated forcibly.

"Yes, but she's a late developer so her holes are still small. I bet you'll make her squeal nicely when you ram that prick of yours into her, especially in her arsehole."

Becky was surprised at the coarseness of Kathryn's language and, glancing towards the girl, noticed how flushed she was. "She getting very aroused at seeing me and hoping he's going to make me cry out," Becky thought. Veronica felt similar sensations of arousal. Had she been in her own body juices would be running down her legs. Just the sight of Kathryn's breasts bobbing close to her face would have gotten her worked up, but the feel of Peter 's probing fingers transmitted from Becky's cunt to her own brain, almost overwhelmed her.

"Fuck the little bitch. Make her squeal. Fuck her good and hard Peter." Kathryn was getting impatient.

"Calm yourself Kathy. But the time has come for this pego of mine to feel a tighter cunnie than yours." To Becky he went on, "Time to make a woman of you girl. Hold those legs back and keep yourself well open. I want to be able to get right in and give you a rogering you'll remember for always. Having spent in Kathy a little earlier, I should be able to hold my seed for longer this time."

For a few moments fear took over Becky's body. As soon as Peter's prick touched her opening, involuntarily she tried to close her thighs. "I told you to keep yourself open Rebecca!" Peter's was a low growl. "Pass me the strap Kathy."

"I'm sorry master Peter. I didn't mean to close up. I just couldn't help it." Becky pleaded.

"Well we'll see if the strap will help you." Peter snapped.

"Oh may I do it Peter? Please." Kathryn begged. "You can hold yourself hard while you watch."

Peter nodded his agreement, "Four if she keeps herself open, twenty-four if I have to hold her. You hear that Rebecca?"

"Yes Sir," Becky whispered, "But you don't have to strap me Sir, I keep open for your pego Sir,"

"And deny Kathy her pleasure. You'll learn to do as you're told first time in future. It's only four because I don't want you howling your head off when I roger you. If we really have to thrash it, then we'll make sure you've something to howl about. Now keep your legs well apart if you don't want that cunnie of yours to be so swollen and tender you'll have difficulty in pissing. Get your arms between your legs and hold them there."

"You bitch," Veronica spoke to Becky, "You said I wouldn't be thrashed again. You lied to me Becky."

"Not really Ronnie. Your bottom will be less sore when we go back but your cunt will be tender. Inside and out." There was a hint of laughter in her voice that faded, "Remember Ronnie, I am going through this with you and I've already been through it once and know just was the pain will be like."

There was no time for any further conversation between them. Kathy had positioned herself on the floor between Becky's legs. "I'm going to change that nice white cunt of yours Rebecca," Kathy taunted, "Change it to a deep red or purple. Oooh I do like it when I get to strap a woman there. Especially a young thing that going to be raped and her virtue taken afterwards." Kathy brought the strap down hard along the length of Becky's cunt slit.

"AAAaaaggghh!!! Becky and Veronica screamed in unison.

"Keep yourself open Rebecca or there's another twenty-three to come," Peter reminded her.

"Splaaatt!!" The strap laid its awful pain right on top of the previous welt. Again Becky screamed but somehow was able to hold her position. After the third stroke, Kathryn put her hand on Becky's mound. "It's warming up nicely Peter," she remarked.

"Hurry up! Put the last one on her so I can get my pego inside." Splaaatt!!" The last one landed and before Becky's scream had died the strap was replaced by a pair of warm lips and a tongue probing her cunnie before they were pushed roughly away. From her position, Becky could see the master's prick heading for her defenceless cunt. Now it pushed her labia apart and was forcing its way in, stretching her opening more that it ever had been before. Stretching it painfully. Aggravating the pain caused by the strapping. Peter's prick paused at her maidenhead. He laughed gleefully. "Another girl becomes a woman to my pego!" he yelled as he withdrew and thrust forward again, his prick bursting through the membrane and plunging into her.

During the few seconds Peter paused before his final plunge, Veronica again wondered how it would affect her "Will my virginity be taken too?" she asked herself. "I feel Becky's pain, I suffered the welts of her thrashing. I can feel Peter's prick in me but will he actually break my hymen?" The plunge and the pain it produced convinced her that, like Becky, she was no longer virgo intacta.

As the prick continued to plunge in and out of the tight little cunt, Becky's natural fluids began to flow and another feeling, one of excitement rather than pain overcame her. She began to enjoy the sensation of having a man inside her. Locked inside Becky's mind, Veronica too wanted to thrust herself deeper and deeper on the invading manhood but she had no control over the situation. Her body was a slave to what had happened to Becky over two hundred years previously. Veronica was reliving it to its full intensity. Inwardly she could tell Becky was working towards an orgasm, perhaps the first in her life and when it came, it was more intense than any Veronica had experienced even with Gloria. Soon after Peter flooded Becky's vagina with his semen.

From her experience earlier in the day, Becky knew what to expect when Peter finally withdrew and sat on the edge of the bed. It was reinforced when Kathryn remarked, "Your pego looks nice and tasty Peter. She should enjoy it." Putting aside her revulsion, Becky took the sticky prick in her mouth and sucked the softening tool. Peter, now the sweat that covered his body from his exertions was beginning to chill, pulled both girls into his bed and snuggled them under the covers. He lay and dozed with his left arm around Becky and his right cradling Kathryn. For a while Kathryn lay quiet too, which allowed Becky and Veronica to have an inaudible private conversation.

"How are you going to explain your not being a virgin to Gloria?" Becky started.

"I don't know. Have I really lost it the same as you did?"

"I guess so. Anyway Ronnie, I could tell you enjoyed your first fuck after the first few minutes same as I did. Probably better that it was an experienced man rather than some boy who really didn't know what to do. And it was in a bed, not in a doorway or out on the moor."

"It would have been nicer if my cunnie wasn't so sore. God that strap still hurts but the fuck did take my mind of it a bit."

"As it did mine. I was really sore inside. I was younger than you are and as Kathryn said, I was a late developer and very small there."

"Shouldn't we move forward again now?" queried Veronica.

"Maybe, but I think you'll enjoy the next bit here first."

The pair did move forward in time but only by a few minutes. A hand crept slowly across Peter's sleeping body to reach and grip Becky's right tit. Gently the hand squeezed the soft flesh, massaged the nipple and tweaked them to hardness. These manipulations began to arouse Becky again and she gave a little moan. It was enough to disturb Peter. "Kathy if you want to play girlie games with our new little toy, do so but not across my body. I might even join in."

Kathryn climbed over Peter and instructed Becky to go headfirst down the bed. Kathryn lay on top of her in the classic sixty-nine position. "Suck and lick me," she called down, "Do to me what I do to you." Spreading Becky's thighs, Kathryn plunged her head down and lapped the fluids still leaking from the younger girl's violated cunt. It was a smell and taste she enjoyed. Peter watched and pulled at Becky's clit whenever Kathryn raised her head for long enough to get his hand there. Each time Becky flinched. The whole area was still sore from the strapping but Kathryn's tongue seemed to ease the pain a little.

Meanwhile at the other end, Becky was doing her best in the darkness to satisfy the woman lying above her. It wasn't too difficult because Kathryn did much of the work by rubbing her mound on Becky's lips and nose. Before too long Kathryn's juices flooded Becky's face and the movements ceased.

Again for a short while, all was quiet and Becky moved forward another ten minutes in time. "Suck me hard again Rebecca," Peter ordered as he rolled Becky on top of him and once more spread her thighs. "Your cunnie is colouring purple now. Shows nicely against your white legs." Becky tried to ignore the probing of her tender pubic area and concentrated on bringing the semi-hard manhood to full hardness although she wasn't looking forward to taking it inside her cunt again. She was sore inside and out but luckily she was spared a repeat of the ordeal.

"You're not giving it to that girl again Peter. It's my turn again now. Throwing the bedclothes off, Kathryn impaled herself on Peter's erection and proceeded to bounce up and down on it. Becky could only watch and wonder if she would have to do it that way. Before long though, Kathryn tired and Peter took the lead. Again, after his climax, he demanded Becky's cleaning services and then all three lay down and dozed.

Becky woke with a start. "Oh God! Ronnie, sorry, I think we ought to go back. I went to sleep before going forward and now it must be midnight or later and our five hours must be over. If we are to be back before Gloria wakes, we'll have to go now and come back here later. Sorry, I know I expected to go to where your bottom was healed but there are things I don't want you to miss."

"I suppose you're right. I felt tired too. Didn't know sex was so tiring. Ow, I do feel sore down there. I guess you are too otherwise I wouldn't be. Take us back and perhaps we can sleep some more in my bed."

*****

"So you little minx, what have you been up to now? I've watched the shameless way you've carried on for the last four hours."

Veronica ignored the questions for the moment and looked at the clock. 6:30 a.m. "You shouldn't be up yet." She commented as a great sleepiness overcame her.

"I woke and found you gone." Gloria's tone was icy. "Found your door jammed but luckily I have a key to the other door too and came in to find you in another trance-state. Seemed like a nightmare but then I saw your note so I thought I had better let it take its course. Now are you going to tell me what is going on?"

"Sorry Gloria, I can't. I must sleep."

"Sleep! I've watched you sleeping. I've seen the marks appear on your breasts. Seen how your vagina has swollen. Seen the blood and sperm dribbling. Even smelled the scent. Somehow you've been having sex. I don't know how or why but I intend to find out." Part of Gloria's vehement outburst went unheard. Veronica drifted off to a deep natural all-pervasive sleep.