Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 8. Rear violation

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" "Veronica, wake up. Let me in please." Gloria's shrill voice came through the wooden door. "Wake up please. It's ten o'clock."

"I'm tired and sore," Veronica replied grumpily.

"She's dressed and has been in the computer room," Becky informed her, "And the workmen are all over the place as usual."

"I'll come down in half an hour when I am washed and dressed. It will be time for the crew to have their tea. Make sure you put the big kettle on."

The mirror revealed the extent and terrible state in her body was in. It was very clear why she hurt so badly. The welts on her arse and breasts were raised, raw and now turning purple. Putting even a loose fitting dress on was a painful experience but she knew she had to do it. Her jeans would be far too tight and hard. To hide the fact she couldn't wear a bra, she donned a light woollen button-up cardigan. One thing she couldn't really disguise was her stiff walk.

"You and Sparkie overdo it last night?" laughed Ron, one of the builders, as she tried to pass by. Fortunately there would be less of them in on a Saturday morning.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Veronica tried to smile even though she didn't feel like it. She shouldn't have been surprised they all knew Sparkie had been with her. He always boasted of his conquests and probably exaggerated them.

Arriving at the kitchen she studiously ignored Gloria and made the tea. "Would you like to pour while I find some biscuits?" she asked Sadie, one of the decorators. In truth she didn't wish to lift the heavy teapot. While they ate and drank, Veronica, not daring to even try and sit on the wooden chairs, tried to lean nonchalantly in a corner until everyone had finished and returned to their work. Gloria would no longer be put off. "Very clever miss." She tried to appear unconcerned, "Now you can just take those images off my computer again."

"I can but I am not going to," Veronica replied coolly. "They are there to remind you of what you did last night. And as you are no doubt aware they are not the only copies and the ones on your screen are locked so you can't just delete them."

"I already found out that!" Gloria snapped.

"However, I am not proposing to blackmail you," Veronica ignored the interruption, "But from now on, while I am here we are equals. We share. Work, food, chores, sex. If you want to spank me, and that won't be for a long time, then I get to do the same to you. You are no longer my boss and I a lowly servant. If you want my help, you ask, not order. The only thing I am not asking to share is your money although I will expect to be kept and provided with a reasonable standard of living."

"And if I don't you'll take these pictures to the police or elsewhere?"

"Only as a last resort, Gloria. You went berserk last night and I suffered. I am still suffering and will be for a long while. That will never happen again. It won't harm you any to agree, it's just an extension of our previous arrangement. I will be a full time but independent companion." Although she tried several times to worm her way out of it, Gloria finally had to give in and for the next few days an armed truce existed between them. Gradually though, things began to return to some semblance of normality.

A week later, Veronica decided it was time to go back with Becky again. The week had not been entirely wasted although for the first three days the pain prevented her from doing much. Becky had spent a considerable amount of time talking to her about the general running of the place in her time and explained which room was used for which purpose and the equipment there and the staff that used it. Veronica typed it all in as notes to be brought in to the book proper when required.

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"What's happening Becky?" Veronica sent her thoughts to the mind that held hers. They were back in the old kitchen and pandemonium seemed to reign. Becky being new, stood and looked lost but the others were working hard and fast. Tureens were being filled, meat piled on dished, and vegetables put on hot plates.

"We're getting ready to serve dinner, Ronnie. My first time and I seem more in the way than a help."

"Maids line up." Mrs. Simmons stood the serving girls in a line and inspected their attire. Becky shivered a little as the housekeeper looked her over and then opened the top of her dress a little more. "You haven't much up there yet Rebecca so you'll just have to show as much as you can. You should know by now the masters like to see plenty of girl flesh."

When the inspection was complete, each of the seven girls were given a dish and lined up again, this time in a different order with Becky last. Mrs. Simmons took the lead with a large polished silver dish and the servants all followed her to the dining room. Hilda, Becky noticed was near the head of the line and she wondered at the state of her bottom. Unsurprisingly she still walked a little stiffly. At the door, Mr. Simmons was ready. Pompously opening it, he announced, "Dinner is served masters." The housekeeper placed her dish in front of Master Peter and then instructed the others where theirs should be placed. Four of the girls returned to the kitchen but Janet, Mary and Becky, the last four in the line, had to stand at one side of the room ready to perform any task the masters and the two ladies also present, called on them to do.

The two finely dressed women sat alongside Master Edward and Master James. "They look fine ladies," Becky thought transferred to Veronica, "But they are only courtesans, or rather, whores from Leeds but I didn't find that out till later.

"More wine Rebecca," Master Peter ordered. Becky went forward and somewhat shakily filled his glass. When she was close he placed his hand on the back of her thighs but fortunately waited until she put the bottle down before feeling between her legs. Remembering not to pull away, Becky gritted her teeth allowed him to pinch her labial lips. Her ordeal didn't last long. Peter gave her bottom a light slap and said, "My room soon as you've eaten." Becky curtsied and returned to her position at the side and watched as the two ladies delicately picked at their food and kept up a flow of conversation. Becky quickly noticed the two brothers were very different. Edward nearly six feet was loud with it; James was much shorter and spoke quietly when he spoke at all. It was his partner that did most of the talking.

Moments later they were back in the kitchen. Veronica guessed Becky had fast-forwarded them again. She heard Mrs. Simmons. "Janet, you show that Rebecca how to fit the sponge inside her. I don't want to be disturbed again in the middle of the night."

As with her earlier douching, the insertion was to be performed in the kitchen in front of everyone. "Sit on the front of the chair and open your legs wide. Lift up your dress you silly girl. How are we going to see what to do with your cunnie covered?" Janet sounded a little peeved and was still remembering the spanking she'd had earlier. From the pantry, Janet brought a large metal container and from it took a sponge already soaking with vinegar and some herbs, the cook had added.

"Oh no! She's just started to bleed. Mrs. Simmons what shall we do?" Janet called when she went to insert the sponge."

"Well she won't need the sponge in that case. Rebecca you tell Master Peter you just started your monthly curse and pray he isn't too angry."

With heavy steps Rebecca made her way to the master's room. In her mind, she was certain he would be angry and that could mean a thrashing. Veronica though remembered her saying she wouldn't get another spanking. Had she got it right or was it a lie? The door was open but no one was inside. As she had been told, Becky stood at the foot of the bed and waited.

"I had to stand here for a hour or more Ronnie while Peter drank port and smoked a cigar downstairs. I got more and more worried and was crying by the time he arrived. I'll go forward to save you the wait," Becky informed her companion.

"What are you weeping for now girl?" Peter gruffly demanded when he entered. "Been on the receiving end of the strap again?"

"Nooo. No Sir. It's just that... It's just that I...."

"Spit it out girl! Or I will give you something to cry about."

"I just started my monthly bleed Sir."

"We'll just have to use your other hole then although a little blood on my pego doesn't bother me. Not when you're the one who has to clean it. Get that dress off and come to the light where I can see for myself." During the examination Becky felt a finger invade her bottom hole. It was uncomfortable but not unduly painful. "It's going to be a tight squeeze for my pego but I do like a nice tight arse."

"I guessed right," Veronica told herself, "I thought we might be bum fucked when Becky said I'd return with a sore bottom but would not have been spanked. How sore will it be? Having seen and felt Peter's prick already, I guess it is going to hurt a lot. Can't do much about it. At least I know Becky got through it. She had no idea of what to expect. I wonder if Gloria is watching."

"You'll find out soon," Becky silently told her and they watched Peter go to the wall and pull a tasseled cord.

Shortly Janet appeared. "Bring some warm goose fat Janet," Peter ordered and then added as she moved away, "And bring one of tawses from the kitchen in case this one tries to make a fuss."

"Yes Sir." Becky saw a smirk on Janet's face as she turned to go. While Janet was away, Becky had to undress her master and by the time she returned, Becky was on the floor sucking Peter's stiffening prick. Veronica could tell Becky was beginning to enjoy the sensation of having a prick in her mouth.

"It doesn't hurt and it doesn't taste bad, Ronnie, and it gives me a sense of achievement when I get to full hardness," Becky silently told her friend.

Janet placed the warm fat on a side table and the strap on the bed. "The bitch has brought one of the heavier ones," Becky told Veronica but any conversation was cut short when Peter spoke.

"Get undressed Janet. I may need your help. I trust the fat is not hot enough to burn my pego."

"It's very warm Sir. Perhaps we should use it on her first, Sir."

"Maybe but methinks she would find it over warm too." Peter smiled as if to say, "I suspect you deliberately made it rather hot." Instead he said, "Bend over with your elbows on the edge of the bed Janet." In that position her full breasts hung down like cow's udders. Janet thought she was put in that position to receive the tawse on her bum. Peter though had other ideas. Carefully holding the bowl by its handle, he brought the contents up and immersed a nipple in it. Poor Janet hadn't seen it coming and shot up yelling loudly. "A little too warm I think Janet," commented Peter, "We'll try again in a few minutes on the other one." In the end the fat was tested three times on one breast and twice on the other before it was deemed ready for use on Peter's prick. Both nipples were raw and red when she was allowed to stand again.

"Grease her bum hole, Janet." Dipping a finger into the now warm fat, Janet forced it roughly into Becky's arse. Becky gritted her teeth but didn't cry out. Veronica would have cried if she could especially as her arse was already sore. Instead she just wondered if Gloria was watching and what she would make of it.

Janet turned her attention to Master Peter's manhood. With grease covered hands she massaged his already hard prick until it stood out, firm and ready. "Over the bed with you Rebecca," Peter ordered. Becky knew it was going to hurt but she also knew it would be far worse if she refused and had a thrashing first. Her sphincter muscles tensed when she felt the head of Peter's prick push against her opening. "Push yourself open," Janet whispered, "Like when you have to poop." Becky did. Slowly and painfully first the head entered, the rest of the shaft followed somewhat easier. It still hurt but the pain was not as great as she expected. More an uncomfortable fullness accompanied by a soreness that got worse as Peter pumped into her, enjoying her tightness; enjoying her discomfiture. Veronica seemed to be in greater pain and prayed for him to release his sperm. However, Peter wanted to prolong his pleasure and several times when nearing his climax, slowed right down until the urge passed. He couldn't prolong his enjoyment indefinitely and eventually shot his seed into Becky's bowels. Peter waited until his cock softened before removing it.

As she'd expected, the spent, messy prick was offered to her for cleaning. For a fleeting moment she thought of refusing but the sight of the tawse alongside her quickly quashed that idea. In the event his prick tasted more of goose fat than anything else.

"Now you can clean her hole." The instruction to Janet surprised both the girls. "I don't want to smell goose fat all night. Clean her and then take the bowl away and get your smelly tits clean." Both Becky and Veronica found the sensation of Janet's tongue licking and probing her arsehole, quite delightful, even though the flesh was very tender and sore. Janet did try and do it as roughly as she could but it made little difference. Becky, already well aroused, soon climaxed.

*****

"So you're back with us again, you little slut!" Gloria lay on the narrow bed alongside Veronica. Despite her words she seemed concerned for the girl's welfare.

"Ooooww! Shit!" Veronica cried as she lifted her chest from the mattress and gently felt her bottom.

"I suppose it is still no use asking what happened? Obviously you had your bum fucked." Veronica only nodded and continued to feel her arsehole.

"Sorry Gloria. One day you'll find out but for now just think of it as realistic dreams." Seeing the concern in Gloria's eyes she put her arms around the older woman and hugged her close. For a few minutes they kissed until Veronica was forced the break the embrace. "Sorry, I must use the loo," she apologised.

Hurriedly she sat on the toilet and wasn't too surprised when her bowels opened and she loosed a torrent of sperm coated shit. It was painful but there was no way she could stop it. "Did you have the same problem Becky?" she asked her friend.

"Worse. We only had a chamber pot in the room and Master Peter and Janet were there."