Chapter 14. Running away
When Gee and Roger went to bed at ten a light was on in Milly's room so they
looked in to see how the other pair were getting on. Milly was cradling Jess to
her breast. "I'll give her another couple of pills in a bit," she said, "Perhaps
after you two have had your fucking session for the night, we can take Jess to
the loo. She says she doesn't want to go but it'll be better for her to go soon
and not have to wake you up in the night." It was a struggle to get Jess moving
again and at the loo they found the only way for her to pee was to do it like a
man with the seat up and her straddling the bowl. By now she no longer seemed
bothered by Roger's presence.
As usual Roger woke early and looked in on Milly and Jess. They were already
awake and didn't appear to have had much sleep. "Let's get her to the bathroom,"
said Roger and all of them jostled for space to wash and piss. Jess's body was
now a deep purple colour where the cane had deeply welted the flesh. Milly ran
the bath and washed and dried her and then bathed herself. Roger massaged cream
into all the bruises particularly taking his time over her tits and cunt even
though she hadn't been hit there. He wanted to her to know she was their
plaything for two more days.
Gee came into the bathroom. "Kettle's on," she announced and seeing what her
partner was doing commented, "Do you enjoy having your tits rubbed by a man now
Jess?"
Roger answered for her. "It doesn't matter whether she enjoys it or not. I quite
liked doing it. As you can see it was stimulating." Gee noticed his erect cock,
leaned against the wall and pulled him into her.
"Fuck me Rog." she said. He did.
Jess watched for a while wondering when and if he would he would do it to her.
Roger noticing she was looking said, "It'll be your turn next," and ordered her
to go and make the tea. "You can pour one for yourself too," he went on
magnanimously. Jess made her painful way slowly down the stairs, groaning with
each step.
For the next two days, Jess was subjected to many indignities by the two girls
but Roger hardly touched her. She began to wonder if her had forgotten or didn't
want to rape her. Was she too ugly? Too fat? Or was he just too kind knowing she
was in a great deal of pain. Jess's mind shuttled back and forth from wanting
him to keep well away to wanting to know what it felt like to have a man inside
her if it was only for once in her life.
Milly had asserted herself and seemed well in control of Jess and handled her as
if she were a naughty ten year old. After these few days she knew her
relationship with Jess would never return to its former subservience. She didn't
believe she would ever return to living with the woman who so abused her even it
she was cured or believed to be cured of her sadistic affliction.
Sunday night, Jess's last official night of 'slavery' as the girls liked to call
it, Milly was in the bathroom washing Jess's backside prior to going to bed when
Roger walked in to pee. He was naked but by now no one worried if one or other
used the loo in their presence. Roger watched as Milly carefully patted Jess dry
and then ordered Jess to bend over and hold the sides of the bath. At first she
thought he was going to spank her one last time and began to plead with him.
"Spread your legs wide, woman," Roger reply abruptly. "Hold tight." Milly could
see by the state of Roger's cock what he intended and opened Jess's cunt for
him.
"Aaaagh!!" Jess cried out, a cry which brought Gee running into the room. It was
more the shock, than the initial pain of entry that caused Jess to scream. She
was used to having dildoes inside her so there was no hymen to worry over.
However, when Roger thrust all the way in and his pelvic bones touched the
painful stripes her screams were very warranted. Roger eased his pounding and
tried to stop a little short of full entry but didn't always succeed. Once
inside, lust somewhat took over and together with the squirming movements Jess
made, he frequently connected with the sore flesh.
Soon though, his sperm entered the infertile womb of a woman who could no longer
conceive and after waiting a few minutes Roger withdrew his prick.
"Bitch!" exclaimed Gee, "He's serviced you and now I will have to forego my
pleasure for tonight." Turning to Milly she asked, "Would you mind bringing her
to my bed later so at least I get to have a climax even if it with an old
woman's tongue."
Gee almost regretted her words later. Jess was an expert in making love to women
and she did it so well with Gee, the young girl had several climaxes one after
the other. "I can see what Milly finds in her she thought as she finally allowed
the elder woman to return to the other room.
At breakfast next morning, Roger stood. "Ministerial speech time," chuckled Gee.
"And it will be arse warming time if you don't shut up," answered Roger. "Girls,
as you know Jess has served her punishment time with us. From now on she can
wear clothes and if she wishes she may leave. However, in view of the
difficulties she is having sitting and moving, I will allow her to stay with us
providing Milly doesn't mind her sharing her bed." Milly nodded it was okay.
"She will be our guest so no more humiliating her but I will expect her to do
what work she can and abide by the house rules we have here. She can help in the
kitchen and do other light housework until she is ready to leave. She is not to
be punished further without good cause. Is that understood?"
"Yes, SIR!" Gee stood up and saluted.
"You are pushing your luck Gee."
Three months later, Gee was getting depressed. She'd stayed in this 'job' longer
than any other and she was getting a little bogged down with her book, the
information she wanted just couldn't seem to be found. Everything was becoming
routine. Up, breakfast, housework, book, dinner, read, bed, quick fuck if she
was lucky, sleep. The excitement she felt earlier had gone. Roger treated her
gently and even though she did some things deliberately to annoy him, he didn't
lose his temper. He had though voiced his displeasure when on the two previous
days, Gee had not made their meal on time or to his satisfaction. Earlier in her
stay she'd have been spanked, now he just seemed gloomily dissatisfied. His book
wouldn't quite come together in the way he wanted either. It should have been
finished and the publisher's were on his back.
Milly kept on cheerfully measuring and drawing and she'd been over to Felstead
Hall twice and it seems that Lord Peter had treated her very well although she
didn't admit to having slept with him, however many times Gee asked. She was
there again for a long weekend. As always when Milly was away the house seemed
very quiet and this made Gee even more depressed.
"I like Roger, I like him a helluva lot but will it last? He's a bit older than
me. Not that much but he's past the time when he wants excitement and parties,"
she thought, "Perhaps I should go away for a bit. Get another job. Get away from
the old dark house. Try another training scheme. I do have a little money in the
bank from what I've been paid and I've better clothes now. No sleeping in the
park. It's winter but I should be able to get a room somewhere while I look for
work. My probation is over so I don't won't have them on my back."
The afternoon was bright and dry but cold when she quietly closed the door.
Roger wouldn't notice her absence until tea didn't arrive in two hours or so.
Out of sight of the house she pulled out her new mobile phone and ordered a taxi
to town. It would be dark soon and she didn't really want to be walking the
streets with all her stuff then so she went directly to the YWCA. Luckily they
had a room. Dumping her gear on the bed she wandered around the town for a bit
and then returned to her room. Nothing happening here. Dead.
Next day she headed north to a larger town and booked into the YWCA there.
Hearing the voices of other girls she popped her head out of the door just as
they passed. "Hi," she greeted them, "I'm Gee. Anything happen around here?"
"I'm Sally and this is Stella." The two girls were more or less Gee's age. "The
Chopsticks is open tonight. Fancy going there? We'll go about nine."
"This is livelier than the Rectory," Gee said as she danced to disco music.
She'd had a few glasses of wine and felt high and happy. A couple of boys bought
her and her new friends drinks but the girls then seemed to disappear. Why
worry, she thought. I been alone enough in my life. 1 a.m. the club closed and
everyone left. She had only a vague idea how to get back to the hostel and the
streets were rapidly becoming deserted.
Two men and a girl came by laughing. Seeing her alone the laughing stopped and
the girl said something to the men which Gee couldn't catch. "Hi there, what are
you doing out at this time of night without an escort? There are dangerous
people like us around. While she watched the man talking, the girl had slipped
behind her. She threw a scarf over Gee's head and pulled it tight around her
neck. The men moved quickly to pin her and stop her screaming. Holding a knife
to her throat they rifled her pockets and took the few pounds she had, her phone
and her new credit card and forced the PIN number out of her. Foolishly as it
turned out, Gee kicked out and caught one of the men in the balls. While he was
holding his throbbing genitals the other man just said, "So that it the way you
want to fucking well play it," and started punching her in the stomach and face.
It wasn't long before Gee fell to the ground gasping for breath. A car came by
and the group picked Gee up and held her close, pretending they were snogging.
After it had gone the girl suggested "Let's put her in one of the allotment
sheds and get the hell out of here. We've got all we can from her. Someone will
find her in the morning and by then we'll be a long way away."
"You start screaming or kicking bitch and I'll carve some pretty lines in your
face," snarled knife man. Gee knew she didn't stand a chance so allowed herself
to be pushed and dragged through a small gate and along a path between the
allotment plots. The group tried the doors of several garden type sheds but all
were locked until they came to one more decrepit looking than the others. The
door creaked open and by the faint light that drifted across the plots from the
street lamps, they could see a barrow and various other garden tools. Moving the
barrow outside they tied Gee's shoelaces together, then her wrists with twine
from the shed and gagged her with an old shirt that had been used for cleaning
tools.
Gee sat uncomfortably cramped on the floor, tool handles poked her back, onion
smells filled the air and it was pitch dark. As they left the group fastened the
hasp with a twig effectively locking it and preventing Gee's escape even if she
could free herself.
"Why did I do this to myself? Why didn't I stay with Roger? What would he do
when he saw her note?" Gee berated herself time and time again during the long
night. "Why didn't I say what I planned to do? Why didn't I tell Milly before
she left? Why did I only write 'Am on the move again' on the note she left?" For
a while she just sat, shivered from the cold and cried but after an hour or so
she reprimanded herself for doing so. "It won't help" she said to herself.
Eons later, or so it seemed to Gee, light began to filter through cracks above
and below the door. "Maybe someone will come by soon," her mind said, "Gardeners
are early birds." Several times she heard voices but they were in the distance.
Soft yet heavy footsteps passed close but again they kept walking and the owner
didn't hear her trying to bang the door with her feet.
More voices. Closer this time. She could hear them clearly, "Fred's left his
barrow outside again. That's asking for it to be pinched. Bet he didn't even get
a new lock for his shed." By the gleams of sunlight now lightening the darkness
of the shed, Gee was able to tip the handle of a spade until it rested on the
inside of the door. With her knees she lifted it slightly and let it fall. It
knocked on the door. Four times she did it before she heard the men turn and
came back. Groaning into her gag as loud as she could, was just enough to arouse
the curiosity of the gardeners.
Had this been a comedy, Gee thought, the expression on their faces when they
opened the door, would have brought the house down. "Go an' see if Clive's got
his mobile," one of the men said. A few minutes later, he returned to say police
and ambulance were on their way. Michael, she found his name out later, cut the
twine from her wrists and carefully undid the strands that were now almost
embedded in the swollen flesh. Gee sobbed with the pain and blood returned to
her hands. She could hardly speak after being tightly gagged for so long but she
was able to gasp her thanks before she passed out. Her next recollection was
moving at high speed in the ambulance.
Jessica heard the story on the local radio before she set out for work. She
didn't have to go, the doctors had given her a certificate for another month but
she felt better when she wasn't alone in the house all day. "I'll visit her,
she's left Roger." she decided. A quick chat with the lady in the cafeteria and
she found out which ward Gee was on. "Hello Gee." A young police officer had
tried to stop her entering but Jessica just brushed him aside with all the force
a fairly portly middle aged lady could muster.
"Jess!" Gee cried seeing the woman now as an almost long lost friend. They
kissed and the police man decided not to stop them.
"What's the damage then Gee?"
"Some bruises and a cracked rib or two. Haven't looked in the mirror yet but
they say my face is a wonderful colour. My hands still feel funny and tingly. I
should be able to go home this afternoon if I still had a home to go to. My
money's gone so I can't even go back to the YWCA."
"Why not go back to Roger?"
"I can't. I left." Gee went and told Jess the whole story. "He won't want me
back after this?"
"You could stay with me, but it seems as if you still love him. Loving a woman
is only a small sideline to having a man. Am I right?"
"Yes," Gee answered quietly.
"Seems to me Gee, after what I did to you and he did to me, he's lost control of
you. You began to do just what you wanted and he let you get away with it,
afraid of hurting you. We'll change that, once and for all time."
"I don't want you thrashing me again, Jess..... I"
"Don't be afraid of that Gee. I won't touch you but I will insist that Roger
either keeps you under the proper control you need and never had as a child or
he lets you go completely and you make your own way through life. Your like a
naughty child Gee, if you get away with anything you go one step further. Also I
think that because you are not punished for it, you think Roger doesn't really
care for you. If he did he would make sure you didn't do these things. I know
Roger loves you. He's been worried sick since you left. He's phoned me three
times thinking I might be keeping you hidden. Do you really love him?"
"Yes, I do. I see that clearly now. Sitting in that shed all night reminded me
of Lady Elizabeth being cooped up in a barrel. She too must have had weird
thoughts as to what was going to happen as she sat bound and gagged in the dark.
She didn't know what fate awaited her. I at least have some choice. Do you think
he wants me back? Why didn't he come here if he does?"
"You didn't give the police your Old Rectory address I guess. Roger may not know
where you are yet," Jess went on, "He doesn't listen to the radio much and
doesn't have TV. He said you probably would have moved on to London but finding
you there would be extremely difficult. He's looked in neighbouring towns
already. When they discharge you, you will come home with me and then I'll phone
Roger to pick you up."
*****
Roger rushed to Jess's home and gave Gee a hug but she immediately cried out,
moved back and pushed him away. His face fell and the thought flashed through
his mind that Jess had taken her as a lover. "It's alright Rog." Gee grabbed his
hand and held it, "I've got a cracked rib or two so no hugs for now okay?" She
leaned forward and gently kissed him. Her bruised face was still painful.
"Thanks for finding her Jess..."
"Not so fast young Roger. When you get her home, make sure you give her arse a
good pasting for what she did. If not today, do it in the next week. I'll come
over the following weekend and if she hasn't been well spanked by then I will do
it for you. It was your lack of discipline that lead to her running away."
"Sorry Jess, I will decide if and when Gee gets punished. From her bruises, it
looks as if she has been punished enough for this escapade but I realise she
will need a firmer hand in future. But it will be me that decides."
Epilogue
Four years later, Gee and Roger were married. The marriage coincided with the
publication of "The Old Rectory" a glossy hardback book acclaimed by historians
and architects for the way the lives of the occupants and the architecture were
interlinked. Milly stayed on but was spending an increasing amount of time at
Felstead Hall and not just looking at the building. Her relationship with Lord
Peter was growing slowly but it taking some time to rid her mind of subservient
lesbianism and come to terms with heterosexual relationships. She was uncertain
whether she wanted to become a 'lady' with its attendant responsibilities and
publicity.
Jess returned to working in the Job Centre but all remarked how she had been
changed by her 'nervous breakdown.' She was not an infrequent visitor to the
rectory. The cane remained in its case as a harsh reminder of what had happened.
They all knew that it was only by chance things had worked out well for all of
them and it could so easily have ended in disaster or even prison for some of
the participants. Gee wasn't allowed to get away scott free with misbehaviour.
Roger bought a leather tawse which hurt and reddened Gee's bottom on more than
one occasion but did no permanent damage and often really served to sexually
stimulate her.
Finis.
