Thyme II Thyme (24 page)

'Use those metal cuff things, Teenie.' Andy pointed to where a set of steel manacles dangled next to a rather complex arrangement of leather straps. 'They look solid enough to hold even him. My, but you weren't exaggerating, were you? He's a big bugger, for sure!'

Big bugger or not, Eric soon stood as helpless as his mistress and at last I felt we could relax, if only for a little while. 'I still don't understand how you came back here,' I said.

Andy shrugged. 'Who cares? We can think about all that later, but for the moment we need to get as far away from here as possible.'

'And then what?' I demanded. 'I've got no money, I'm wearing a dress that's too big for me and I don't have any shoes. We're miles away from anywhere and we have no way of knowing which way we should go. And if we do manage to get somewhere, what then? I'm supposed to be married to Hacklebury and you've just killed one of his servants, unless it was the man himself.'

'No, you said Hacklebury was dark and the bloke I got the pistol off had fair ginger-coloured hair as far as I could see in the moonlight. But hey, I never killed him. He was already dead when I slipped into this body.'

'Oh, right, so that's okay, then. We just go to court here and tell them how you've come back over a hundred years and weren't in charge of Indira's body when she stabbed the guy. Yes, they'll let us off no problem, and maybe even give us a few guineas for our trouble. You idiot, Andy! All the time you're here in that body, you're Indira and you're responsible in everyone's eyes for anything and everything she's ever done or likely to do, same as she'll be responsible for anything you do while you're in her body.'

I could see Meg's eyes widening as I talked. Whether she fully understood what it was I was saying, and whether or not she believed a word of it, I neither knew nor cared, but I could see that she was both alarmed and baffled. Erik, on the other hand, remained as impassive and expressionless as ever.

I turned to Meg. 'Don't even try to understand,' I said, 'but listen to this and listen very hard, whether it makes sense to you or not. I'm not actually Angelina, but I'm not some double like the one you used for your little wedding farce, either. Don't even try working it out. Let's just say that now the boot is on the other foot and I'm not the sweet little innocent victim you thought you had. After what you've done to me, I feel like taking that knife and cutting your fucking tits off, you bitch, so don't give me even the slightest excuse or I'll make you wish you hadn't been born.' I stopped to catch my breath and turned back to Andy. 'We need clothes, shoes, food and some money,' I said firmly, 'and there's only one place hereabouts where we can get them, and that's up at the house.'

'Where Hacklebury is sure to be, along with those other maids and probably a footman or two,' he pointed out, 'not to mention the charming friends you told us all about.'

'I hadn't overlooked that, but it's dark out and there aren't any lights in the grounds.'

'No electricity here yet,' Andy agreed, 'but they'll have lanterns and candles inside the house.'

'In the main rooms they have plenty of light, but not that much in the rest of the house, especially not in most of the passageways. If I can get inside without being seen, I can probably persuade one of the maids to help us, especially if you give me that knife and I explain how my friend is down here holding a pistol on their dear mistress. Polly and the other girls are just simple souls and they'll frighten easily enough.'

'It all sounds a bit risky to me.' Andy shook his pretty head with its long dark tresses.

'Not if I wait a couple more hours, or so,' I said. 'Unless dear Gregory is planning another house party, they'll all be starting to hit the sack before long. No telly or radio here, don't forget, and they get up early in the morning.'

'But what if anyone comes down here in the meantime? What if these two are missed and they come looking for them?'

'Then we'll have ourselves some more prisoners,' I replied bluntly. 'Besides, Meg here comes and goes all over the place and Erik does what she tells him to like the good boy he is, so if she isn't in the house, Hacklebury will assume she's down here tormenting me for her amusement. He seems to have mostly lost interest in me himself and I don't think he ever actively goes seeking Meg's company. I don't think he likes the bitch.'

'Well, that's one thing we have in common with him,' Andy said, and chuckled. 'But I still don't like it,' he added soberly.

'Neither do I, but we don't have much choice. Neither of us has anything on our feet; we look like a pair of tramps. We won't get five miles like this. And apart from food and clothing, there's probably a coach and horses somewhere around here.' I turned back to Meg. 'Where are the stables, bitch?'

She regarded me with a look that was pure venom, but there was no fear in her eyes now. 'Find them yourself, slut,' she snapped. 'You seem to think you know everything.'

'I know one thing,' I said, brandishing my finger under her nose. 'We're getting out of here with or without any help from you, and if we have to leave you with your throat slit, then that's the way it'll have to be.'

'But Teenie, we already know that...' Andy began.

I glared a warning at him. 'Yes, we do,' I agreed slowly, for I had not forgotten that Megan Crowthorne had still been alive some years after the time we were in now. 'We know a lot, but not everyone has our advantages,
do
they?'

'No, of course not... okay, so we slit the bitch's throat before we go.'

'Maybe,' I said, watching again for some sign of a reaction from Meg. 'We'll have to see. But I don't think we need any help from her, anyway. Erik here will tell us all we need to know, won't you Erik, otherwise I shall cut a line right across Megan's cheeks, and then I'll start carving pretty pictures in her tits.'

It was a threat I could never have carried out, but Erik was not to know that and he quickly gave me directions for the stables, which were apparently only just behind the house. By this time of night, he further assured me, there would be no groom on duty, but I quickly realised that hitching up a team of horses to Hacklebury's carriage would be no job for an amateur.

'Then you'll come with us,' I said simply. 'You and me will get the carriage organised while Indira stays with Meg somewhere close enough to see and hear what's going on. If anything happens to me, she shoots the bitch.'

Erik nodded. 'Understanding I am,' he said sombrely. 'Doing as you wish will I be and of trickery there will be none.'

'Good,' I said. 'I'm glad we understand each other, now we just have to wait a while.' I smiled. 'What shall we do to help pass the time, I wonder?'

Perhaps I was descending to their level, but I didn't really care. Besides, the chance to get back at Meg was far too good to miss.

'Let's get her over that trestle thing, Andy,' I said, pointing to the timber stand over which I had been both whipped and fucked. 'There's plenty of cord.' I thrust Meg towards the trestle and I'm sure she would have resisted had she realised what I intended. However, by the time the light dawned in her cesspit of a brain, it was too late. She had been bent over the trestle and secured to it with her legs spread wide.

I reached down between her thighs and tugged at the ribbon tie at the crotch of her drawers. 'She's as dry as a bone,' I commented, exploring further with my fingers. 'So, Erik my dear, I think maybe you'll need to use that tongue of yours first. Come on, you great ox, get round here on your knees or I'll start cutting her face,' I lied enthusiastically.

It was obvious Erik was more than a little reluctant to obey me, probably because he was in awe of Meg and wondering what she might do to him once she was free again, but for the moment there was nothing he could do save follow my instructions in the hope that doing so would spare his mistress any real harm. He knelt behind her, shuffled forward on his knees, and soon had his head buried between her thighs with his tongue working industriously. The expression on Meg's face almost made my own earlier privations worth the while, for her features contorted with a mixture of rage and disgust, and then slackened into an expression of sheer horror and disbelief as she realised her own body was only marginally less treacherous than Angelina's when faced with certain inescapable stimulus. Very soon she began panting and groaning, wriggling her hips in an effort to escape Erik's tongue and lips, but the bindings held her as immovably as they had once held me, and eventually she realised that resistance was in vain.

'Let's see if we can help,' I murmured, and knelt beside Erik to untie the front of his breeches. To my surprise, I found he was already almost hard, so that a few gentle strokes from my fingers quickly completed the required task. 'Now,' I said, my heart beating madly against my ribcage, 'I think you can fuck her for us, Erik. Yes, stand up and I'll guide you in and she can enjoy a nice ride like the ones you've given me. It wouldn't be fair for me to be selfish, would it? Share and share alike, my granny always told me, and who am I to ignore the wisdom of my elders?'

I had earlier wondered if Meg was having a physical relationship with the giant Scandinavian, but now I realised she clearly could not have been, for the look of amazement that froze her face as she felt him beginning to enter her was no act. She turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder, desperately trying to get a glimpse of the fearful weapon that was about to take her.

'No, please!' she shrieked, to my utter astonishment, for I had not expected her to beg for mercy. 'Please, no!' she wailed as the head of Erik's cock began stretching her entrance. 'I'll give you money, clothes, horses, anything, just don't, please!'

'Too late,' I growled, and slapped Erik's rump.

He gave an involuntary jerk forward and buried four to five inches of his erection inside her.

'Right in,' I urged, and he obliged. 'Yes, he's a big bastard, isn't he Megan?' I grabbed her hair and lifted her head. 'And he can keep this up for a very long time, believe me I know, and soon you will too.'

'No,' she wailed as I released my grip on her hair and Erik pulled back to thrust forward again. Then for a moment he just stood there buried deep inside her, his arms tied helplessly behind his back.

I smiled up at him. 'Either you fuck her properly,' I said menacingly, 'or I'll take a whip to your arse and you'll fuck her anyway. Then I'll take the same whip to her arse when you're through with her.'

He saw there was nothing for it and began pumping in and out of Meg in that languid, steady rhythm I knew so well. She tried to resist, grinding her teeth and biting her lip until it nearly bled, but there are some things in nature that cannot be controlled, and not all storms happen on the outside.

After about ten minutes, Meg succumbed to the steady pounding between her legs and climaxed, shrieking a torrent of abuse while laughing like a maniac, after which she stopped fighting the experience completely. Like me as Angelina, she discovered just how many times it's possible for a woman to come when the man has the staying power of a steam engine and the self-control of a monk, and especially when he is under direct orders not to orgasm himself until given permission to do so.

Eventually, however, I relented, for by now Meg was becoming exhausted. Although her body still shook beneath involuntary spasms of pleasure, her head hung motionless and her arms and legs seemed to have gone limp.

'Okay, Erik,' I said, 'let it rip, and make it a good one!'

And he made it a good one, all right. With a sudden roar, he threw his head back and arched his spine as he climaxed.

Despite her exhausted state, Meg raised her head and groaned as his orgasm filled her to bursting. 'You... you bitch!' she wailed, her red-rimmed eyes staring wildly up at me. 'You absolute little bitch! I'll kill you for this, I swear it!'

'Yes, well, you can try,' I retorted, 'but right now I'm the one calling the shots here, so I'd say you were well and truly fucked, lady.'

'That was awful,' I said. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done all that in there. I don't know what came over me.'

'She deserved everything she got.' Andy patted my arm with his soft little brown hand. I still hadn't quite come to terms with the fact that it was my Andy inside that pretty little body and that the breasts I could see through the slightly gaping top of her dress were real now and not padding, as when he was playing Andrea.

We were standing in the last room at the end of the stone building, having left our prisoners next door, Meg still bound over the frame and Erik with his manacled wrists leashed to one of the wall rings originally installed for my benefit.

'It was still wrong, though,' I sighed. 'She was terrified and now she's lost the plot altogether, I reckon.'

'Well, maybe she'll think twice before she does the same thing to someone else in the future,' Andy retorted, 'though I shouldn't hold my breath, if I were you. There's something about her that is really evil.'

'I know,' I agreed. 'It's like an aura, though you can't actually see it.'

'Well, the sooner we get as far away from her as possible, the better, and I've been thinking about that and about your little plan. I don't reckon I should bring Meg up anywhere near the house. She's mental enough to try something silly, and if this gun goes bang up there, we'll have the lot of them down on our heads.'