Ghost of Bledgemoor Hall

Chapter 11. His Lordship's party

"Why'd you bring us back before Frank had you?" Veronica silently questioned when they returned to her room.

"We've been away quite a long time. The next bit is exhausting and we can go back to it anytime," her ghostly friend replied.

"You didn't get yourself screwed this time then Veronica?" Gloria commented when she saw the girl's life return to normal.

"Not quite. Almost. Perhaps next time," Veronica replied, "Becky brought me back too soon." By now Gloria had guessed Veronica was somehow going back into the past and was taken there by this Becky person. All her efforts to find out how had drawn a blank and she still didn't know exactly what happened on these trips. "Saw the inside of Fordenbridge Manor though. Absolutely sumptuous. Not like today where only one wing is still usable and the rest in ruins. All the chandeliers and candles made it seem like a fairy palace. Heavy brocade curtains and fine chairs. Bit smoky though. Lord Heighton was nice and you would have got on well with his wife. She was bi too. And the food was really wonderful."

"Name dropping now are we?" Gloria gave a little smile.

"Maybe but it's not often a person gets to see so many of the aristocracy with all their charms completely on show!"

*****

"We're going back to Lord Heighton's party tonight Gloria. I might as well have a fling as it's Saturday evening." It was a few days since her previous visit and Veronica was looking forward to having Frank and possibly others 'making love to her' as she euphemistically thought of it.

"Love doesn't come into it," Becky interjected, "And it is me that is being fucked. Most times they are being quite rough, but that seems to be the way you like it."

"And so do you," Veronica quipped in return and then turned her attention back to what Gloria was saying.

"I'll be here alone again. And I can't invite Sadie over when I have to watch over you."

"I can go to my attic room and shut my door. You don't have to watch but I think that is a turn on for you, especially when I undress and lie there naked so you can see my cunnie being stretched or stripes appear on my bottom. I bet you play with yourself while you watch."

"You know I do."

"You could invite her for lunch tomorrow and I could visit my father so you would have the place to yourselves."

"That is if you can move and are not so sore from having a whipping or something. You never seem to know in advance what will happen to you. If you're listening to me Becky, will you bring her back fit and well?" Gloria asked looking around the room without any hope of seeing the person she was addressing.

"Maybe, maybe not." Becky replied through Veronica.

"Invite Sadie anyway. If I have to stay in my room while she's here, so be it. I'm going to undress now and then Becky can whisk me away to the party. It looked like the orgy part was going to start."

*****

"Gentlemen, let us adjourn to the ballroom where things have been laid out to ensure your comforts are better catered for." Veronica remembered Lord Heighton's words. Frank lifted Becky and led her to the main hall.

"Please allow me to unlace you Miss." A young footman, not much older than Becky stood just inside the hall doorway. "None of the guests are allowed to wear clothing in here Miss."

Looking around Becky could see, servants assisting in disrobing other guests. Trying to sound lady-like, Becky replied, "It will be my pleasure young man."

"He's older than you," Veronica commented. It took several minutes before Becky was completely undressed, particularly as the boy seemed more interested in feeling her breasts than actually removing clothing.

"Your clothes will be in the Garde-robe Miss," the footman told her.

"The what?" For a moment Becky forgot herself and reverted to common speech.

"Cloakroom Miss," the boy whispered, "They like us to use the French term here."

Both now naked, Frank led her, his erection pointing the way, into the room. Becky had hardly time to notice that some guests were sitting on the oak settles lining one wall before she was dragged to the opposite side along which lay linen covered straw palliasses. Kathryn was already on her back being rogered by a moustachioed man in his twenties. Smiling at Becky she called, "Have fun." Soon Becky too was on her back and Frank was pounding into her willing vagina. Frank though, soon lost his load and Becky was left unfulfilled. "Guess it won't be long before I get someone else to finish what Frank has started," she said to herself as she sat up and looked around. Peter sat on a bench and was chatting to a rather elderly woman with sagging breasts. "That's Kathryn's mother, Ronnie. Didn't find out till later, she was trying to arrange her daughter's marriage but it never came off."

Veronica considered it more than a little odd. "You mean to say, they are discussing Kathryn's marriage while she is publicly being screwed by another man?"

"Yes and mum got screwed by Peter later."

Lord Heighton's booming voice interrupted their conversation. "Ladies and Gentlemen, time for the first of our entertainments. The ladies hundred yard sprint. Gentlemen, please volunteer your partner for this event." Becky looked to Peter who signalled for her to join the 'volunteers'. Eight ladies lined one end wall of the hall. Becky was by far the youngest. One girl, Gwen, was in her early twenties and the rest were past thirty, some by a decade or so.

"You should win this race Becky," Veronica suggested.

"Wait and see what happens, before you place your bets," replied Becky laughingly as they waited for two of the ladies to decide who was in which position.

"Is it then a race to see whose tits swing the most? That woman at the end has really pendulous tits. They could knock a few eyeballs out!"

"Ladies, you have to run to the far wall, touch the panelling and return here and touch the wall. You do that twice." Lord Heighton continued announcing the rules, "But to give the less young more of a chance, I am putting a few obstacles in the path. Footmen, take your places." Four men in footman livery stepped forward and took staggered positions partway along the hall. Each held a long thin switch. "Ladies," his Lordship went on, "These men are only allowed to impede your progress by hitting you frontally. Once you are past them, you have nothing to fear from the switch. You will notice they are each in line with one of the pillars. They can move across the hall in line with their pillar but not forward or backward. To add to the sport, I have offered a florin to the one who gets the most good strikes in. You are free to dodge around and force your opponents into the path of the switch. That's the rules, ladies." Turning to the onlookers he asked, "Have you all placed your wagers?" It seems they had. "Ready Ladies?" There were some grumbles but all knew they had no choice. "Ready, steady, GO!"

Becky took off and nimbly dodged around the first man but caught a glancing blow from the second. Cries from those behind her told that some footmen were trying to earn they florin. In the lead now, the third and forth men were ready for her and she took a stinging blow to the underside of the right breast and another to the front of her thighs before she gained the far wall. Returning she easily ran around the footmen who were still facing the other way but took two more switches to her stomach before she gained the end wall and started off again. Glancing just behind her she noticed the other younger girl. He glance distracted her and a switch lashed its way across both breasts. It halted her for a moment and drew cheers from the onlookers. Despite the pain, Becky knew she had to go on and concentrate on swerving around the whip men. There was confusion now and runners were going in all directions and she made the wall with only a minor mark. Her rival was level. Both got around the first two whips on the final leg unharmed but with the excitement of nearing the finish both were targets for the last two footmen. Gwen's stood ready with his switch held wide waiting to see which way she might try and run. Becky was slightly ahead again. Her adversary brandished his switch to and fro in a swift motion, as if daring her to get passed unscathed. She heard a howl and guessed Gwen had taken a hard blow but was probably now on her way to the finishing wall. Becky lowered her head, charged like a bull and ran between the footman's legs, upending him and allowing her a clear run to the wall. It was neck and neck when the two touched to wall but Becky was declared the winner. Breathless they lay at the foot of the wall rubbing the sore welts. The slower, less agile ones were taking a pasting, which made them even slower.

"So I'm going to go back with welts on my body again Becky you little devil," Veronica chided her host.

"Yep, but you'll also be nicely sore between your legs and elsewhere," Becky retorted. "We didn't get it half as bad as some of those old ladies." Veronica could see that was indeed very true. "Peter told me afterwards that the footman idea was put in by Sir Martin Beuchant whose wife was the woman with the pendulum tits and who came last. He wanted her given a good caning."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have great pleasure in declaring Rebecca the winner but because of her stalwart performance I am awarding Gwen a consolation prize. I am sure Martin will reward his woman her deserts for coming last." Cheers and applause accompanied Lord Heighton's announcement. Becky felt proud of herself and noticed Peter was smiling.

Sir Martin stood, "Thank you M'Lord. However, I would like to pass that pleasure on to Hector who seems to come up with more entertaining and effective means of dispensing these awards. Let the two girls receive their rightful dues first though and that will also give Hector more time to devise a more devilish scheme."

Lord Heighton nodded his agreement and turned to the side benches. "Gentlemen, will those of you who are still able to gain a decent hard pego please come forward." Seven men stood, their cocks in various states of hardness. Two servants then unrolled a bolt of cloth and held it vertically waist high above the floor. "Gentlemen, please go behind the cloth, rub and show your pegos without showing yourselves." Becky and then Gwen were asked to choose a pego. Only two were really hard so there wasn't too much choice. Becky's choice though, was much thicker than any she'd taken before and while she rightly guessed its owner from having noticed his cock when she entered earlier, she had no idea who he was. It didn't matter.

"Nice one Becky," Veronica commented, "It will certainly open you, or rather us, up even if it doesn't plumb the depths. Bit old though." The man was probably in his fifties but wasn't grossly overweight. Gwen's was younger but had a moderately well developed paunch.

Becky didn't have chance to reply before the two girls were led to the centre of the hall and laid side by side, head to feet on a low bed that had been pulled there from an alcove. As they climbed on the bed, Becky saw close too, the vivid welt that ran across Gwen's breasts just above her nipples. "That's what stopped you winning," Becky asked as she lightly traced her finger over it.

Gwen nodded, "And you look as if you caught a cracker too. Those servants go mad when they have the chance to wield a cane. So used to being on the other end of it. I'll see if we can get our own back later. Pity Horace didn't award us a jar of salve as the prize. My tits hurt like hell." From the way she spoke, Becky guessed Gwen was one of the aristocracy and not a serving girl mistress like her.

"Stop complaining Gwendolyn," her prize interrupted, "And get those legs up. You'll get some cream shortly."

"Not on my titties though James," smiled Gwen.

"I'll see what I can do about that too," James replied.

By now both girls had their knees pushed each side of the breasts and their feet by their ears. It was going to be a very public fucking. Comments and encouragement were being called from those standing around watching. Becky found her labia being forced wide open. It wasn't painful and she was still well lubricated with Frank's semen and with the sweat of running, but it gave her a very well stuffed feeling. The cock's owner tried to take his time and was able to control his emission enough for Becky to orgasm. At last she thought! Gwen's partner was still pumping away when he suddenly pulled out and rubbed his pego until it spurted over her breasts.

"There's no better cream for sore tits," James laughed, "Rub it in."

For some reason, Gwen seemed reluctant. Becky took the initiative. Gently with an extended index finger, she traced circles through the sperm and over Gwen's welts until it had almost disappeared. Realising she was the centre of attention now, Becky played with the girl's breasts sensually. Both their partners stood aside and watched with other guests. Gwen moaned slightly. "It that helping the pain?" Becky whispered. Gwen only groaned with pleasure again. Taking this as a sign, Becky closed her lips over Gwen's right nipple and gently suckled, and at the same time, massaged the woman's clit. The smell and taste of the spunk made her horny once more.

"Yes! Yes! Keep doing it Rebecca," sighed Gwen, nearing an orgasm. An unknown cock entered Becky's cunt from the back but she was more concerned with Gwen and only squealed when the man cupped and squeezed her tender tits. Willingly spreading her thighs she allowed herself to be filled with sperm yet again. Only when the pego was offered to her for cleaning, did she learn that Lord Heighton had performed in her. "Fucked by a Lord, and it was no different to any other fuck!" Becky muttered to herself.

*****

"When you certainly seemed to be well screwed this time!" Gloria commented as life returned to Veronica's body.

"Oooww!" Veronica groaned when she tried to sit up. Her tits felt as if they were on fire. Her arse was sore and both her holes were very tender. "It was some party. I don't know how many times I was fucked...."

"It was me that was fucked," Becky cut in.

"...Or rather I was proxy fucked," Veronica corrected herself to Gloria, "But it feels just the same."

"I'm gradually beginning to get the picture Veronica. You've been away enough times now for me to have a pretty good idea of what you and this Becky get up to. Sometimes I wish I could come with you but you say that's not possible."

"If you want to know what it feels like to have a Lord's or any of the other aristocracy's prick inside you, I can tell you it is no different to any other man's."

"I suppose it was Lord Heighton's." When Veronica confirmed this Gloria snorted, "You'd better take a bath and to ease the soreness and get rid of the semen that's drying on your skin. Your tits look as if they have been caned."

"Not as bad as some. Poor Lady Beuchant. I cried at what Hector did to hers," Becky whispered.

"I suppose Hector was very cruel to Penelope Beuchant," Veronica commented to Becky as she lay languishing in the bath and reliving her latest experience. "Will we go back to see it?"