Chapter 10. Caught
"ARRTISHEWWW!!" It wasn't the first time Mary had sneezed because of the dust
but before it was always concealed by the noise from below. This time she had
only partly been able to suppress it. Roderick looked up. Mary peered down. He
seemed to be the only one who noticed and he knew where the noise came from
although it had been summer time when he was last up there.
Without disturbing the others he went to the door and found it locked. Squinting
in the hole he could see the end of the key. "Not a good move young lady," he
muttered. Sliding a newspaper under the door he poked the key through until it
dropped on to the paper and he pulled it back under. "Good job these old doors
don't fit too well," he said as he quietly opened the door and torch in hand
ascended the staircase.
Mary jumped when she heard and saw the door at the end of the passage open.
Grabbing the cricket bat, she moved to a position where she hoped to defend
herself if it became necessary.
"Mary. Mary Jane, it's me. Roderick. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Leave me be Roderick, please. I don't want Michael or the others to find me. I
don't want to be beaten and raped like that lot down there."
Slowly Roderick approached the frightened girl. "Put the bat down Mary. I
promise I will not hurt you." He stopped when he was some ten feet from Mary and
leaned against the wall. "I don't think Michael will either. He's been going
sick out of his mind looking for you. He's outside still, hoping against hope
you are all right."
"I can't believe you Rod. He brought me here knowing what it would be like and
knowing how much I would hate it."
"I'm sure he didn't realise Miss. Please put the bat down and I will take you
down to the kitchen which is sort of out of bounds for the guests. Sarah will be
there if she hasn't gone to bed."
"You had better be true to your word, Roderick. I want to trust you. Perhaps you
and Sarah are the only ones I can trust now. You're working people like me."
Mary put the bat down and followed Roderick back down the stairs. Few on the
hall floor heard the whispering. One that did was Bella.
"Stay in the kitchen, Mary. I must find Michael and stop him looking further.
Sorry Sarah does seem to have gone to bed. It's been a long day for us." Mary
sat on a chair and waited with some trepidation for Roderick to return with
Michael. She wondered what he would do to her. If he tried to thrash her again
she would fight with all her strength. If he harmed her she could go to the
police and they could break up this crowd of perverts. The door opened and in
strolled Bella, whip poised ready for use. Snotface followed bleary eyed, a few
paces behind.
"So bitch you sort to steal my fur coat. That's a crime I can punish you for and
by fuck I will. Give me the coat, thief!" Mary not wanting to anger her further
slipped the coat from her shoulders, laid in on a chair and backed away. She
shivered. The Roman slavegirl dress did little to keep her warm in the cooling
kitchen. "You little shit. It's filthy. It's ruined. It will cost a fortune to
clean. You shitted it all up." Dust flew from the coat when Bella picked up and
allowed it to drop back on the chair.
I'm sorry..." Her apology was cut short as Bella cracked the whip across her
chest. Livid stripes appeared across the exposed tops of her breasts. Having
seen what she had done with the whip to Sylvia, Mary's anger flared and she flew
like a demon into the attack. Her right fist went deep into Bella's stomach,
winding her. Mary might have been small but work on the farm meant having to
carry heavy bales, sacks of fertiliser or buckets of feed. Her arm muscles were
well developed and her fists hard. Before Bella had time to recover, a right
hook closed her left eye. Another punch to the face, this time with her left
fist, broke Bella's nose and sent blood streaming down her face. Sensing
victory, Mary forgot about Snotface until she felt her arms wrapping themselves
around her. Mary's temper got the better of her. She wasn't going to give in now
without putting up a real fight.
"Aaaagghh!!" howled Snotface as Mary's teeth bit deeply in her arm. Momentarily
her grip was released but before Mary could get away she moved her arm lower,
out the range of her teeth.
"Hold her Snotface. Bring her to the hall where I can deal with this piece of
shit before bloody Michael gets back in. Quickly girl." Bella tried to wipe the
blood from her face as she barked orders to her slave.
The disturbance had roused a few of the guests. More awoke when Mary was
carried, screaming, struggling and kicking to the hall. Some were secretly
pleased that Bella had been on the receiving end for once but a few of the men
just thought it was all good fun and a continuance of the evening. "String her
up by her ankles," Bella ordered two of the men she knew would love to see a
young girl whipped. One immediately suffered a kick to the crotch which left min
writhing in agony but another soldier took his place.
"Keep her ankles wide apart." Bella ordered. Still screaming and calling for
Michael and Roderick to save her, Mary hung and swung helplessly upside down
from the frame.
"You can't whip her Bella. She's a gold collar," someone shouted. Others
murmured their disagreement to what was happening. They knew Mary was not one of
them. She wasn't a willing participant. She could cause trouble. Bella had no
such worries.
"She's a thief and she attacked me. You can see for yourself what she did. I can
and will thrash the shit out of her."
"SWISH WHAAP" Bella wasted no time in landing the first powerful blow across
Mary's arse followed by a backhander across her front. Another to her arse sent
her screaming and swinging forwards ready for the return backhander. Mary had
never known such pain. Bella angrily put all her force behind the blows. Even
with one eye closed the blows were deft and accurate. For a few moments Bella
waited for the swing to die down and readied herself to whip the exposed Vee of
the girl's crotch. It never landed. One of the slaves ran head down and charged
Bella in the stomach, knocking her backwards to the floor. It was Melious. She
hated the woman. Hated her for the whipping she had been given earlier. Hated
her arrogance. This poor kid she knew wasn't really part of the scene and could
upset it for everyone. Almost mindlessly she'd charged. Bella still bleeding
from the nose and half blind didn't even see her coming. For the second time her
breath was knocked from her body. Melious snatched the whip from her hand.
"This is a slave's revolt," Melious cried out.
At that moment Michael entered and witnessed Melious's actions. Rushing to Mary
he yelled, "That's enough, everyone. Party is over." Cradling Mary in his arms
while others released her feet he looked into her weeping sobbing face, and with
tears running down his own face, kept repeating, "Sorry Mary Jane, I'm so sorry.
I didn't intend you to get hurt. That's why you were my personal slave." Turning
to the group around Bella he said, "Someone give that bitch a taste of her own
medicine." Melious grinned as she held the whip. Despite the horrendous pain,
Mary began to feel safe and lay unmoving in Michael's strong arms.
Claudia accompanied Michael to Prude's bedroom. The bed was occupied by Prude
and three other men. Prude's eyes opened. "You found her then. Try the bedroom
above this. Go up the stairs at the end."
"I'll show you Sir," Roderick and Claudia followed. Carefully they removed what
little clothing Mary had on and laid her, still sobbing, on her side.
"Have you any burn cream or similar in the house Roderick, please. Any sleeping
pills? I used to be a nurse." Claudia asked
"We have a variety of creams Miss which we stock for these occasions. We put a
supply in a first aid box in the hall and always one guest is instructed where
it is. No doubt others will be wanting them soon. We keep a reserve supply in
the kitchen so I'll get those. I think Sarah has a few sleeping pills left from
when she had a bout of depression. I'll see what I can find. Should I run a cool
bath for her? This room is en suite."
"Good idea, Roderick. Thanks but I'll do the bath while you get the other
stuff." Michael meanwhile kept talking gently to Mary, trying to give what
little comfort he could. It was not really sufficient. He lifted her in the bath
and supported her in a kneeling position while Claudia bathed the welts on her
breasts, arse and stomach.
Roderick returned. "I found these creams Miss, and painkillers and I brought a
sleeping pill."
Claudia looked at them, "Well it has to be either the painkillers or the
sleeping pill not both. I think we'll give her a few hours sleep."
"I'm glad you said that Miss. Shows you had some training as a nurse. Had to go
to the hall for the creams. Don't think Miss Bella will be wanting to use a whip
for a while. Miss Melanie went mad and had to be pulled off and what with the
damage Mary Jane did to her face, she's in a right mess. Even Miss Julie isn't
speaking to her. She is being looked after though."
"What did Mary Jane do to her?" Michael enquired. It was the first he'd heard of
it although he had noticed the blood on Bella's face.
"According to Miss Julie who was there, when Miss Bella struck her with the whip
in the kitchen where I thought she should have been safe, she went berserk and
punched her in the stomach, then landed a blow to her eye and another to her
nose. She'll have a black eye by morning and her nose is broken. Miss Julie said
to tell you Miss Mary Jane, that she is very sorry for holding you so you
couldn't get away from her."
Eventually they got Mary back into bed and sleeping fitfully. Claudia lay at her
back and Michael in front supporting the bedclothes. It was 4 a.m. "Merry
Christmas," whispered Claudia before she too fell asleep.
Five hours later, Mary became restless and woke, waking her bed partners also.
Her body seemed on fire and she needed to pee. They helped her out and gave her
another cool bath. Mary was still angry. "This is your fault Mike. I tried to
tell you I didn't want to come but you insisted. I hate you!
"Merry Christmas, Mary Jane." In her anger and soreness she had forgotten the
day. "Yes, I know dear. I'm sorry. Really sorry," Michael went on, "I know it
was my fault although other events conspired as well. Your sister going away and
the hotels being full didn't help, but I really did think you might have liked
the sex. I did try and protect you but you ran away." Despite trying to hold
them back Michael's eyes flowed with tears, "Mary, dear, I thought I had lost
you. I walked and we drove miles hoping against hope you'd be behind the next
bush, in the next shed, around the next corner. As the hours went by I lost all
hope. I didn't want to lose you. You have become part of my life."
"Yeah, so much a part of it, you were prepared to let me be raped by any number
of other men."
"I'm sorry Mary Jane. I was wrong. I did think you would learn to enjoy it."
"Stop bickering you two. Give her a kiss Michael and then find her clothes and
mine. Mine are in Bag 2," Claudia said turning her arse to him so he could see
the number. It was crossed by a number of strap marks but nothing too severe,
she was after all the wife of a high ranking officer. Michael did kiss her but
there was little response. He left. Claudia showered and talked to Mary. "Don't
be too hard on him," she said, "He misjudged you but I know he cares for you and
what he said about being in despair at not finding you last night is true. The
open front door fooled them all. I have never seen a man so distraught. He
really does like you. Whether it is love or not, is too early to say but give
him a chance."
"People are moving about downstairs. Sarah is putting out a buffet breakfast.
Others are still on the mattresses or applying cream to their sore places."
Michael informed them when he returned. "Prude was being screwed again when I
went in for your clothes. She was really upset that you had been whipped. Like
me she never intended that to happen. Bella is being looked after by two men. I
doubt if she will move from here today. One of them seems to have some medical
know how and has put her nose back but she's not a happy bunny. Melanie is
pretty welted too but her husband will take her home in the Jaguar. That's quite
a comfortable car to ride in but I doubt her husband will find the drive
pleasant!" Michael gave a little laugh. "His arse is pretty sore and his cock is
still ringed as Melanie conveniently forgot to bring the key. You escaped
lightly Claudia."
"Yes, Prude's choice of officer for me was great. He serviced me well but I did
enjoy some good fucks from other soldiers. Sorry Mary Jane. Some of us do enjoy
having more than our husband's prick inside us."
