Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 5. Edward has a turn

Veronica woke. 8 a.m. "Late again," she thought as she peed and then put the coffee machine on. Gloria was still asleep. "It's Sunday. No workmen today." she remembered. "A little time to ourselves." For a few moments she squirmed on the hard seat before deciding to get a cushion and talk to her ethereal companion. "You awake Becky?" she silently asked as she ate toast and marmalade.

"Of course. Arse still tender?"

"A little."

"In some ways I'm luckier. I only feel it when I take you back and relive my life. Now I have no form to hurt."

"Yet you seem to want to take me even though it hurts you, Becky." Veronica was puzzled. "Why?"

"I don't really know. Perhaps it is because I can take you Ronnie. Show you a very different life to what you are used to. Oddly you seem to be the only one I can do that to. Gloria doesn't react when I touch her and neither did two of the workmen. I would like everyone to know of my short life here but you must wait until you know it all and can write it like a story. If they read it now they'd probably lock you away and try and destroy me if you told them what we've done so far."

"I guess you're right. If I write it all down they won't know if it is fact or fiction. If I do it on computer I can password protect the file so no one can read it until I'm ready. Maybe I can PGP encrypt it as well. Yes, if I can get Gloria's old computer, that's what I'll do. It's a slow machine but it will do for word processing and maybe I can scrounge the scanner as well."

"Do you think she'll let you borrow it Ronnie?"

"That's the problem, what will I be able to say get her to allow it?" Veronica thought.

It was ten o'clock when Veronica took Gloria's second cup of coffee to her room. In the previous two hours she'd debated with Becky various ways to tackle Gloria or find a form of words that would allow her to stay and have the use of a computer. They hadn't come to any conclusion but Veronica had learned a little more of Becky's early life. "Be brave. Be bold." She told herself as she entered the bedroom. Gloria didn't seem very happy and looked ready to give Veronica another sharp tongue-lashing. Veronica forestalled her.

"Gloria, I need to talk to you woman to woman about my position here. I know you want me to tell you about what happens when I go into a trance..."

"And who Becky is that saved you from a thrashing last night," Gloria interrupted.

Ignoring the comment, Veronica went on, "That at the moment I cannot tell you. The danger to Becky and myself is too great. One day you may get to know but not now. You will have to be patient with me. Literally, my life depends on it. You promised my father you would look after me. Bringing me here has brought me into contact with things neither you nor I ever anticipated. I cannot go back and if you send me away, I would have to return on my own. I have a task thrown into my life that I must complete one way or the other. It is a task that seems to involve leaving my physical body to experience things that happened years ago. You have seen how realistic those experiences have been. What lies ahead I do not know." Veronica paused. It was the longest speech she'd ever made. Gloria opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by a finger being put to her lips. Veronica went on, "Hear me out, Gloria please. I know you want me to help with the work around here and I also know now that it is not only the work I am required for. You wish to play with my body and in general I have no problem with that. I enjoy you doing it and doing it to you, the problem is with fitting this new task of mine and your work and demands into one schedule."

"You are here to do my work girl and just lately you've been pretty slack at that. What with this trance stuff and eyeing up the electricians."

"I said hear me out Gloria." Veronica's words came out more forcibly than she intended. "What I propose is this. Instead of being an employed servant, I become your companion who you feed and provide suitable work clothes. In return I will help around the house most mornings or at other times by arrangement. For this I will receive £20 a week pocket money. That is far less than you are paying me now. The rest of each day is free for me to do as I wish. I may decide to continue to work for you on the house or I may work on my project. For that I would require your second computer and one of the upstairs rooms, preferably Mrs. Simmons room."

"Mrs. Simmons?" queried Gloria.

"Sorry, the second biggest of the three rooms on the third floor. That room to be out of bounds to you. If you wish I will give up my downstairs bedroom completely although that may not be so convenient for you when you need my night time services. I also expect to be having more out of body experiences. You may watch me during those times but you must never, never, try and wake me or bring me back."

"Really miss, I don't think you are in a position to make demands. And why the computer? I didn't think you knew much about them."

"You never asked. I did computer studies at school and was good at it; so far here I've not needed to use one here. And I believe what I have asked for is not unrealistic considering the alternatives. I could drift off like the last few days as I when I can get away. I never know what state I will be in on my return. Or you can dismiss me and I will have to hide away in one of the sheds or in the basement. Neither option is satisfactory."

"But why the computer?" Gloria persisted.

"Because I want to write a book of my experiences."

"So I can read what you get up to."

"Not until the end."

"And Becky and Mrs. Simmons?"

Veronica debated how much to tell her. "Becky is my guide. Mrs. Simmons and her husband were housekeeper and butler here in 1782. That's all you need to know for now."

Gloria argued further but the only concession she got was Veronica's work hours were increased to six a day on weekdays, reduced to just helping with the meals on weekends. She also promised when practical, to tell Gloria when preparing for an 'out of body experience' as they now called them although Veronica wasn't sure it was an apt term. "It's more an in someone else's body experience," she laughed to herself.

For most of the remainder of the day Veronica spent clearing the housekeeper's room and getting the computer up there. Unfortunately there was no electricity yet. All the wiring was outdated and Sparkie had cut the supply off and had yet to get that far with the renewal. Veronica hoped he could run a temporary lead up from the lower floor on Monday.

"Shall we complete your first night at the Hall Becky? Will I come back with my sore bum healed?" Veronica asked her friend that evening when things were quiet.

"I don't know about that," Becky laughed, "Are you telling Gloria?"

"I'd better, at least for the first few times."

The flickering candlelight showed they were back at Master Peter's room. Becky slipped quietly inside, hoping not to disturb the master. Shrugging her dress off, she crept into the bed alongside Peter and blew out the light. Unfortunately even her careful efforts not to cause a disturbance roused Peter. His arm quickly encompassed her body and dragged it tightly to his. "Gently play with my pego," he whispered so as not to wake Kathryn, "While I work on your titties." Becky did as requested but soon ceased when she heard Peter gently snoring.

Veronica's awakened with a start and saw light coming through the windows. "Becky must have fast forwarded to morning," she guessed.

"She's waking up Peter." The voice was Kathryn's and so were the fingers deeply probing her still tender cunt. It was Becky's cunt of course. "Send her for our breakfast and then we can have some more fun with her."

"Go to cook," Peter ordered, "And tell her to send coffee and breakfast for three to this room. And tell her to be quick about it otherwise she'll feel the strap on her arse again."

Becky scurried down to the kitchen and relayed the message. Cook was a rotund jolly person and just laughed, "It's all ready Janet and Martha'll bring it up almost as soon as you get back. He saw enough of my fat bum yesterday."

Sure enough, breakfast arrived soon after Becky was in bed alongside the master. Janet gave he a knowing look as if to say, "I know what you've been up to. I been in bed with him too." For someone used to having a few morsels of bread for breakfast if she was lucky, Becky thought it an enormous meal. Eggs, ham, warm bread, kidneys and coffee. "Help yourself girl, you need feeding up a bit. Need to put some flesh over those bony ribs of yours," Peter told her. Becky soon felt over full and drowsy and wondered if she would be used again. In one way she didn't want him to touch her down there because of the soreness but she also wanted to feel him close to her.

The notion was dispelled when Kathryn demanded, "Come on Peter, that prick of yours should have recovered enough for one more fuck. I need it. You can have Rebecca anytime. I have to get back this morning." Becky continued to be shocked at the language used by this young lady she believed to be a well-bred aristocrat. Peter seemed to accept it and in fact the coarseness of her words seemed to turn him on.

"How do you want it?" he enquired.

"Horsy style." Kathryn knelt on all fours with her arse in the air. Veronica rightly guessed Horsy equated with doggie in modern parlance. "Crawl under me Rebecca and lick his cock and balls while he fucks me," she went on. With a few more instructions and some pushing, Becky found herself on her back under Kathryn. From this position she had a close up view of Peter's prick as it entered the open wet cunt ahead of it. Becky knew she had to try and lick it but the position was a little awkward. Peter didn't complain.

She'd only being licking for a few minutes when Kathryn's hands widely parted her thighs and Becky felt a warm tongue caressing her clit. It was a sensation she began to enjoy. Feeling the same sensations transmitted, Veronica was in heaven.

"Knock, knock." Vaguely Becky heard the door open and someone enter.

"Sorry to disturb you father, but will you be needing the trap today?" Both Peter and Edward seemed unconcerned that everyone in the bedroom was not only naked but were engaged in sex.

"No Edward, I shan't be needing it. You going over to the Shelbourne's?"

"Yes, perhaps I will be able to get into Ruth's knickers today. Almost did at the weekend but she's a bit stubborn. Want's to save herself for marriage. As if a man is going to take on a woman who he's not tried out!" Edward sounded disgusted.

"This one's having a good try out," laughed Peter as he pounded into Kathryn.

"How was the new maid?" Edward asked.

"Nice and tight."

"Any chance of a quick try out, father?"

"She's not going out for everyone yet, but if you want to poke her while she's here, feel free." Becky heard and was appalled but knew there was little she could do about it. A pair of hands gripped her ankles and pulled her from under Kathryn, leaving her with her body on the bed and her legs dangling to the floor.

"Right little girl. You tasted my pego yesterday but today you're going to feel it inside you. Open those legs nice and wide." Becky watched as he opened his britches, removed his prick and gave it a few rubs to harden it fully. By now she knew what to expect and silently thanked Kathryn for lubricating her. Edward had no time for niceties. He plunged his prick straight in making Becky cry out but she held her position to meet Edward's thrusts. "Yes father, she is nice and tight and tender too. Nothing like a young girl's cunnie to grip a pego. I hope Ruth's is as tight even though she's a few years older." Edward soon finished and after she ritually sucked his cock clean, thanked his father and left.

"She'd better get another douche," Kathryn suggested and sent Becky to Mrs. Simmons.

"Not again!" Mrs. Simmons complained, "We must fit you up with sponges before you go back." Reggie didn't seem to be around so she called to Alex the boot-boy and told him to pull a chair into a clear space in the kitchen.

Becky was horrified when she realised she was to be douched in front of everyone. "Please, you're not going to do it here are you?"

"You think you've something the others haven't? They've seen it all before and experienced it too. On the floor with you young Rebecca. Bottom up between Alex's legs. You should know what to do after last night." Humiliated, Becky had to comply especially when Janet and Mary pulled her legs apart. "I'm surprised Master Peter had you twice when he had Mistress Kathryn there," Mrs. Simmons commented.

"It was Master Edward ma'am."

"Well, well the master must have been in a good mood. Open her up Alex." Becky noted this time the douche was polished copper but much the same size and shape as the one in the bedroom. It felt the same as it was forced into her abused opening and the liquid injected. The process caused many ribald comments from the servants standing around watching the whole affair. Twice she was made to empty the contents of her vagina into a chamber pot. A tradesman at the door interrupted the third douche. "Hold that while I deal with the wine man," she instructed Alex, handing him the douche.

Alex wasn't content with just holding it; he worked it up and down inside her cunt. The girls encouraged him. "Fuck her hard. She needs to know what it's like." Janet's voice was raised above the others. Others added their voices. Unfortunately he was paying more attention to Becky than watching for Mrs. Simmons return.

"So, you dare to take liberties with my staff, young Alex? And you two girls made no attempt to stop him. Indeed it seemed as if you were egging him on. I'll deal with you all when I finished with this girl. When Becky had finished voiding the contents of her vagina and had emptied the pot in an outside hole, she returned to find Alex removing his britches. "Push them right down, boy." Mrs. Simmons had a two-tailed strap in her hand. "What's this?" she went on indicating his half hard prick, "I don't think you should be showing it in this state to the ladies. Put it on the table."

"No, Mrs. Simmons, please no. I couldn't help it. Please don't hit it. I couldn't..." Alex pleaded but was cut short when Mrs. Simmons pushed him to the table.

"Hold his arms please Cook." Cook was a powerful woman and soon had his arms pinned. "Lay his pego out Janet if you please." Janet laid Alex's weapon flat on the hard surface of the table so it stood directly out from his body. "Perhaps this will help you to control that thing," Mrs. Simmons was smiling evilly as she brought the strap down hard across the end of the exposed prick. Cook had difficulty in holding Alex when the strap struck. He emitted a horrendous scream but that didn't stop him receiving three more to his organ. Each time Janet moved it so the leather caught a slightly different area. Becky felt sorry for the boy as did some of the others but it made no difference.

"Bend over the table now boy," Mrs. Simmons ordered. "Hold yourself there or you know what happens." Alex gripped the far side of the table and held on grimly as six hard strokes were laid on his backside. Tears streamed from his eyes as he stood and rubbed his sore arse.

"Your turn Janet. Over the table with you." Janet's bottom too received six with the strap, which caused her eyes to water, and then it was Mary's turn. Both girls vowed revenge on Becky for the trouble she'd caused although really she had nothing to do with it, only an innocent victim.

"Your arse will be sore tonight too," Janet hissed, "That Kathryn has gone back so Master Peter will take it out on you and I'll do my best to make sure he does."

*****

"I think we'll go back now Ronnie. It's mainly kitchen work for the rest of the day." Becky was leaning over a zinc pail washing potatoes.

"Before I get my arse whipped again? Thought I would be going back without any strap marks this time. You lied to me Becky."

"Not really. But it is taking me longer to show you things than I thought. And, no, I'm not going to tell you what comes next. You'll just have to wait for the next instalment like on your TV."

*****

"So the slut is back with us again," Gloria remarked icily. "You seemed to have been well fucked again. Same man?"

"No, not this time," responded Veronica wearily. "His son."