Chapter 6
Jill woke early again the next morning. Mornings were developing into a regular pattern. The moment she closed the bathroom door behind her, she heard Carl in the hall. Again, he went directly to his den and she heard the door close behind him with a snap of the lock.
She wondered when she would see the room and hoped that one of her precious keys would fit.
Minutes after leaving the bathroom, she heard Carl go downstairs. Lucy was already there preparing breakfast. Slipping into bra and panties, Jill was content that pink would be a nice change of pace for Jackson today.
Her door was open the usual couple of inches and she was just beginning to slip her nylons on when she heard a sound in the hall. Her small mirror confirmed that he was in position for his regular morning show.
With her back to the door, Jill took her time about fitting the nylons to the suspenders. When they were in place, she started to slip her panties down, then, as if changing her mind, pulled them back into place around her buttocks. She had shown him just a little more than usual, a slight hint of what lay under the panties.
To her relief, he appeared at the table on time this morning. Amanda was already at her place when Jill arrived. She wondered if the avenging angel would find some other reason to use the strap again.
Jill sat silently while the others prayed. Carl frowned angrily, but said nothing as he launched into what threatened to be a full reading of the Bible, both Old and New Testament. Fortunately, she thought, Lucy was familiar with the routine and had left the food in the warming oven.
While they ate, the patriarch planned the day for his family.
"Lucy, I believe this is your day for charitable work among the poor and the sick, isn't it?"
"Yes, Carl, it is. There seem to be more all the time."
"People are poor," he intoned, "because they are too lazy to work. They are sick because they drink liquor and soften their bodies through sinful living,"
"Why do you help them then, Carl?" Jill asked. "I mean if you feel that way about them."
"We help them because it is our Christian duty to help all, even the sinners and the lazy ones."
Jill said nothing more. This, obviously was no time for argument. She hoped he wouldn't put both Amanda and Jackson to work in the plant today. If he does though, she consoled herself, it will give me the house to myself. It could be my chance to explore the mystery room.
"You, Amanda, will come to the plant with me. There is work to be done there and things to keep your mind occupied."
"What about me, dad?" Jackson asked.
"The grounds are due for attention. I am sure you will find enough to keep yourself occupied."
"Yes sir," the young man responded prompt "Can I do anything to help, Carl?" Jill asked.
"No, Jill, you are our guest. You may spend your day as you wish. You may wish to consider reading the Bible, but I shall not insist. I think it could be rewarding though. There is great comfort in the good book."
"Perhaps I'll try, Carl. I'm sure I'll find something rewarding." Jill kept a straight face while delivering the line even though she had no intention of looking for spiritual uplift.
What was it, she probed her memory, her irreverent friend Jenny had said about uplift?
Oh yes, she swallowed the smile as she recalled the line. "Any uplift my bra can't give me I don't want."
Although she wondered how Carl would react if she quoted the line, Jill had no intention of finding out.
With a great show of charity, Carl offered to drive Lucy into town to commence her rounds and suggested that he would pick her up at the minister's home at five-fifteen.
Ten minutes later, Carl escorted his charges to the car which Jackson had parked in front of the door as usual. She was alone in the house with her quarry and Jill felt a quick trembling in her knees as she prepared to seduce him.
When she saw that his first job involved the breakfast dishes, Jill insisted on helping with them. Although the kitchen was really not small, she did brush against him a few times as they worked around the sink.
With the dishes out of the way and the kitchen neat enough to pass inspection, Jill announced that she was also going to help with the gardening.
"Aw, you don't have to do that," Jackson protested nervously. Jill sensed pangs of conscience about the peeping he had been doing.
"I'd like to do it," she insisted. "I need the exercise. Just relax, Jackson and let's be friends." Her smile was even warmer than her words. She watched him melt.
"Wait for me though." She added, "I have to go up and change into something more comfortable."
She hurried up the stairs. When she heard him following a couple of minutes later, Jill had already shed her blouse and skirt and was bending as she looked for a pair of shorts in the second drawer.
For just a moment, Jill paused, wondering whether she needed to be subtle in her approach. Straightening up, she caught a glimpse of him in the mirror and decided that there was no need for subtlety. He was well and truly hooked.
Reaching back into the drawer, she came out with a halter top to go with the shorts. Her back still turned toward the door, she fumbled with the catch of her bra but was apparently unable to get it open.
"Oh damn," she muttered loudly enough to be heard. For another few seconds, she pretended to fight with it, then made a great show of giving up. Turning slowly, she walked out of range of the door.
Jill allowed time enough for him to get to his room before she called.
"Jackson, I've got troubles. Would you come and give me a hand please?"
She heard him hurrying along the hall toward her room. Just as he started to walk into the room, she turned toward him, her lush breasts seeming to fight for escape from the light bra.
He stopped in the doorway, his mouth open in excitement and shock.
"I'm sorry, Jack, have I shocked you? I really didn't mean to. I can't get this darn brassiere unfastened."
The young man had removed his shirt so that he was bare from the waist up. Jill ad mired the athletic development of his chest and upper arms.
"Come to think of it, Jack, I'm more dressed than you and I'm not shocked so why should you be?"
"Aw, I'm not shocked, not really...." He fumbled for words. "It's just that ... well ... I never...."
"Here, Jack. Do you mind if I call you Jack? I'll turn my back if that will make it easier for you."
Jill smiled at him through the mirror as he walked slowly, nervously toward her. As his hands reached for the catch of the bra, she took a deep breath and held it to justify her story of having trouble with it. When she could hold no longer, she let it go. Only then did his shaking fingers manage to achieve the task. She turned to face him.
"Surely, Jackson, a handsome young man like you isn't going to tell me that you've never seen a woman in bra and panties before?"
"Well ... I guess ... I mean ... no, I never did." He hung his head as if in shame.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Oh, you didn't offend me. Gee, you're so beautiful, I've never seen anything like it."
"That's a wonderful compliment, Jack. A woman likes to hear that from a man, especially a handsome young one."
He shuffled nervously, perspiration rolling down his face and chest. Jill kept her warmest smile turned on to help him.
"You must have played games with girls somewhere along the line."
"Oh yeah." He smiled ruefully. "Once, when I was just a little kid, I was playing with a girl out in the summer house. We had all our clothes off when my father caught us. Boy did we get it."
"Oooh," Jill sympathized. "I'll bet that took your mind off girls for a while."
"It sure did. To tell the truth, that's the only time I ever saw a girl. Dad keeps a pretty close eye on us and I guess I'm kind of shy."
"That's a shame, Jack. You see, I think the human body is a beautiful thing. I don't believe there should be any shame attached to it. Do you?"
"No. I agree with you. Boy, you sure shouldn't ever be ashamed."
"You keep saying the nicest things, Jack. You're very good for a woman's morale."
Jackson was smiling a little more easily now, but he was still having difficulty finding words. Jill wasn't concerned though, the rest, she knew, would be easy.
"Since we seem to agree on all the important things, Jack, why don't you stay while I finish changing. I don't mind if you don't."
"Do you mean it, Jill?" She noticed it was the first time he had used her name. He was, she knew, accepting her evaluation of him as a man. "
Jill knew she could cash in right then, but it wouldn't be effective enough. She wanted to win him completely so that he would accept her as friend and confidant. The way to do that, she decided was to play it out for a while.
"Sure I mean it. I think life was meant to be enjoyed. I hate to see people walking around with long faces. If we can give pleasure to each other without hurting anyone, why shouldn't we?"
"Boy, Jill, you sure see things the same way I do."
"I can see that, Jack. You know, you think you're shy and backward and all that, but you're really not. It's just that you've never really had a chance."
"You're sure right about never having a chance. Dad won't even let me go away to college for fear I'll learn about sin and all that jazz."
"Well, some people consider everything enjoyable a sin. I'm glad I don't and I suspect we agree on that."
With their wonderful new accord on philosophy, Jackson was able to look more boldly at Jill. The unfastened bra, hanging loosely, pulled at his eyes.
"Well, Jack," she smiled, "since you unfastened this for me, I may as well let you do all the work and take it off for me. Would you like to?"
He couldn't find his voice, but his eyes flashed an emphatic yes. Jill reached for his hands and raised them so that his palms rested against the loose covering. When she pressed his hands against her, he understood what she was suggesting.
After a while, when he could stand the waiting no longer, he pulled the bra away to bare the proud, white globes. Already aroused, they pressed back against his hands as he caressed them.
Jill felt the urgency building in him and knew she must guide him along. Grasping his hands, she moved them to the nylon panties. Again they clutched and pressed and reveled in the wonder of a whole new world.
In a few seconds, she asked him to remove them. He fell to his knees as he stripped the web of nylon down to expose the swells of her buttocks, the strange sight of woman belly, the long sleek thighs.
Her hands moved quickly, firmly then and his trousers dropped. His shorts followed them quickly and he gasped as he felt the touch of her hand.
"You're a big man, Jack. A big strong man. You want to do it, don't you?"
"Yes ... yes ... I want to." His voice broke as passion and nervous tears fought within it.
Jill guided him to the bed and drew him into a close embrace, their bodies pressing together along their full length. She felt the urgent excitement of the young man and rubbed her belly against him to make it even stronger.
Her thighs parted then and he fell gladly into their exotic embrace. She reached for him, guided his manhood into its first joyous taste of the softness and warmth of woman.
Instinct taught him what to do and Jill taught him the rest, but he could not make it last long enough. A series of spasms rocked his body and he collapsed against her, his hips still twitching. She held him closely until it was over.
"I want to do it again, Jill," he gasped, "but...."
"Of course you can't right now, Jack, your body has to get geared for it first. Tell you what," there was a smile in her voice, "you get dressed and go attack the grounds. Stay outside until eleven o'clock, then come back in and see what happens then."
"You mean it?" His eyes glowed with excitement.
"Of course I do, but if your father kills you for not getting your work done, you won't be much good to anyone."
Jackson was actually laughing as he jumped out of bed and pulled his clothes on hurriedly.
"What are you going to do, Jill?"
"First," she joined him in laughter, "I'm going to rest for a while if I'm to be able to play games again. After that, I may even be able to keep my promise and help you with the chores."
"Don't worry about that." He was all man now. "You just rest and leave it to me. I'll be back at eleven sharp."
Jill smiled as he hurried out the door. There was a clatter as he bounded down the steps and Jill held her breath hoping he hadn't killed himself. She heard the door slam then and in a little while, she heard the roar of the power motor.
Jill got up and began dressing then. Looking out the window, she saw Jackson pushing the mower at breakneck speed.
Ah, youth. She shrugged.
Dressed now, Jill dug the ring of keys out of her purse and started down the hall. Only when she tried to fit the key into the lock of the study door did she realize how nervous she was.
Four keys had failed to work and there were only two left. Jill felt a cold sweat break out then. She had been so sure that one of them would do the trick, would show her what was hidden in this mystery room.
The second to last key turned in the lock and the door pushed open ahead of her. Jill breathed deeply as she fumbled for the light switch.
The first thing she saw was a sheet of black velvet on the far wall. Beside it was a movie camera on a tripod. Other cameras were on the table in front of the sheet.
Against the back wall, opposite the table, she saw a movie projector. The idea of a black screen for movies was too much for her to grasp.
Looking above the black sheet, she saw a rolled movie screen. She noticed the cords hanging down one side of the velvet then. She pulled one and nothing happened. Pulling the other, she watched as the drape moved aside. Her breath froze in her throat at what she saw then.
Behind the drape was a window. It looked directly into the guest bathroom. Jill realized then that the full length mirror in the bathroom was in fact a one way mirror. Each morning when Carl hurried into his study while she bathed, he was watching her. More than that, the significance of the photographic equipment came to her then.
Not only had she been watched in the supposed privacy of her bath, she had been photo graphed. Stopping to locate the approximate position of the wall mirror in her bedroom, Jill found a closet against the wall. Opening the door, she found another window. This one led into her bedroom. She shivered as she realized the extent of the sickness of this avenging angel.
One wall of the room was lined with a cupboard consisting of dozens of drawers. As she checked them, she found each was locked. With that discovery came the bitter taste of defeat. It was obvious that none of the keys on the ring would fit the small locks.
It was easy enough to conjecture that the drawers contained photographs taken through the one way windows into the guest bedroom and bathroom, but guessing wasn't enough. Jill wanted proof positive, wanted a clearer insight into the mind of the sick man.
She turned her attention to his desk then. It was a big, modern metal one with a center drawer lock which locked all drawers.
Examining the lock, Jill selected the smallest key on her ring and tried it. It turned. She slid the drawer open and began examining the contents of the drawer carefully so as not to leave signs of its having been rifled. She found no keys.
Jill was convinced that the keys to the drawers must be somewhere in the room. There were too many to be carried around. She turned her attention back to the center drawer.
As she pushed the paper clip box aside for what must have been the fifth time, her hand tightened around it. Picking it up, she shook it. The sound told her the oversize box did not contain paper clips.
Opening it hurriedly, Jill found two big bunches of keys. Picking them up, she saw that the man had made her job easier since each key had a number pasted on it. A quick check of the drawers showed that the numbers matched.
Jill checked her watch and saw that it was five to ten. There would be plenty of time to examine the drawers if Jackson stuck to his eleven o'clock appointment.
The first drawer contained a roll of movie film. There would not be time this morning, she realized, to set up the projector and view films. That would have to wait for a day when she had more time.
The next eight drawers all contained movie film. The tenth and eleventh was empty, but the twelfth produced a thick manila envelope. Clipped to it was a smaller envelope. Opening the small one, she found it contained negatives. Without bothering to try reading the negs, she opened the larger envelope expecting to find the matching prints there. She did.
The first picture showed an attractive young woman standing fully clothed in the guest bedroom. In the next picture, her dress had been removed. Each following shot showed her wearing one less item of clothing until three in a row showed her nude in various positions.
There was a change of pace in the next one. This showed the unknown star in the bathroom wearing a robe. In the next picture, the robe had been removed and she was nude again.
"The filthy bastard!" Jill said aloud as she looked at the next shot showing the woman seated. The next showed her partially raised from the seat preparing to stand. The rest showed her bathing and drying herself.
The next drawer provided another pack of prints and negatives. The woman was different, but the poses were much the same.
As she hurried through the rest of the drawers, she found little variety except that in each case it was a different female. Mostly they were teenagers. Jill could only guess that Carl encouraged his daughter to bring friends to stay at the house so that he could photograph them.
Jill found herself in drawer thirty-two. Even though she expected it, the sight of her face looking back at her from the picture came as something of a shock. The parts of her anatomy that looked back at her as she leafed through the rest of the pictures were even more shocking.
A terrible feeling of oppression swept over her as she realized that as long as she stayed in this house, she would be spied at and photographed. Jill decided to postpone her bathroom trips until the man was out of the house as much as possible. Even that offered little consolation though since he had the pictures already.
When the next few drawers were empty, Jill was not surprised. It figured that he would fill the drawers in chronological order and since Jill was the current occupant of the guest room, that should be all.
Just to be sure though, she checked the last drawer. To her surprise, she found the familiar envelope in it.
Opening it, she found a difference. The first picture showed a man and woman. Although dressed in street clothes, the woman held a wedding gown as if in the act of unpacking it.
The rest of the pictures showed the newlyweds undressing for bed. When Jill reached a picture that showed them both naked and obviously prepared for classic honeymoon activity, she guessed what the next few would show.
She was wrong. She had reached the end of the pack and saw the first picture again. Just to make sure she hadn't permitted them to get out of order, she checked through the entire pile but it only confirmed that he had stopped using the camera at that point.
Moving backward through the drawers then, Jill found eight more containing photographs of couples in the guest room. In each case, the pictures stopped short of showing the participants in the act of normal sexual activity.
They confirmed that while Carl liked to peep at naked bodies, he drew the line short of the marriage act. Jill wondered at the quirk of reasoning which permitted peeping at the most intimate acts of the body, but found evil in a man and woman making love.
Jill saw that it was almost eleven and time for her encore with Jackson. Making sure that everything was in order, she locked the door and hurried back to her room.
Hurrying, she slipped into black nylon bra and panties to provide him with a new thrill.
As an afterthought, Jill added a garter belt, long dark nylons and black pumps. She ran to the window then.
Making sure she could not be seen from the street, she called to him and smiled at his reaction as he saw her. It seemed like only seconds later he was running into her room.
Jill allowed him to admire and play with her for a long time before she undressed him and invited him to remove her bra and panties.
Promising him something different this time, Jill knelt on the bed and invited him to kneel behind her.
"Notice how many things your hands can do this way," she smiled over her shoulder as she spoke.
Jackson had noticed. His hands seemed to be everywhere. They coursed over her arched hips, under her body, around and over the pendulous globes. When his hands returned to their starting point, they fumbled for just a few seconds before she felt him taking her again.
He worked like a veteran this time and made it last a long, wonderful time before he collapsed against her.
Later, as they dressed, Jill repeated her offer to help, but he refused. Implied in his smiling rejection of her offer to help was the strong suggestion that she had handled her woman's work with exquisite efficiency.
"All right then, Jack, I'll get dressed and whip up a quick lunch for us."
"Do you have to? Get dressed, I mean."
"You mean you like this uniform for the kitchen?"
"I'd like that uniform anywhere."
Jill's uniform of the moment consisted of bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. She added the high heeled shoes and headed for the kitchen. Jackson followed close behind, his eyes devouring her.
After they had eaten, Jack wanted to fondle her again. She reminded him of the chores he still had to do and gave her promise that there would be other times. He hurried outside then while Jill ran up the stairs to the mystery room.
Because she had operated home movie projectors before, this one posed no problem. Within minutes, she flicked the switch to roll the first film.
As the screen came to life, a reluctant looking Amanda walked into the guest bedroom with a man. Both were fully dressed, but the man carried the familiar razor strop. As Jill continued to watch horrified, the girl on the screen undressed until she was naked.
With obvious nervousness which showed on the screen, she walked to an armchair which had been placed in the middle of the floor. As the man's lips moved to indicate speech, she slowly bent her nude body over and gripped the arms of the chair with her hands. Her upturned buttocks and widely spread legs faced directly at the camera. As the film rolled on, it showed what must have been an extremely painful strapping.
When, near the end of the film, the girl was permitted to stand, she clapped her hands over her blazing buttocks and turned to show her tear stained face to the camera.
Repacking the film after rewinding it, Jill was horrified that a man could take such a movie of his own daughter. But why should I be so shocked? She asked herself. He is the same man who raped and murdered his niece and delivered my husband to the electric chair for his crime.
Jill had to know what the other films contained. The second film showed Lucy in the bedroom undressing and being strapped by the same man. The next two showed a girl of Amanda's age in various stages of undress and complete nudity. Jill suspected it was Velma. She decided to have either Amanda or Jackson confirm that for her when the time was right.
The other films were composites of various young women in the bathroom. They confirmed Carl's derangement. There was some surprise when Jill saw that she had not been included in any of the films.
I wonder, J. Carl Cardwell, Jill mused, how you would react to finding an extra film in your collection showing me with Amanda or Jackson or, better still, both together?
It was a thought, but Jill decided to give it a lot more thought before doing anything about it.
What have I really achieved? Jill asked herself when she returned to her bedroom. I have introduced Amanda and Jackson to the wonderful world of sex, I have won their loyalty in the process, but how am I going to use this to destroy Carl?
That was something still to be figured out.