Chapter 8
Next morning I fell quite ill, but I thought it better not to appear to be upset in any way. After all, much as I had been affected physically by the scene, and particularly by the sight of Gerry's body, the fact remained that, in front of my eyes, a young man had been brutally murdered, or at the very least hideously and gruesomely mutilated. The meaning of all the letters I had found in the desk was now all too clear. I was quite certain in my mind that Angela was mad, and, if she suspected that I knew the truth, she would have no hesitation in getting rid of me in the same way as she had no doubt got rid of countless other people in the past. I wondered, in passing, how on earth it was possible, that the police had not got wind of something during all those years. _0n the other hand, there was no doubt that Angela's manner of choosing the victims for her bloody sexual orgies was very thought out. I suddenly remembered the little Irish girl, who had arrived for an interview a day before the boys, and I shuddered. I had not seen her since that day. What had become of her? I wondered.
I had saved the bulk of my pay during the last few weeks, and I decided that as soon as I could that day I would walk to the village and get a train to London. There was a train at mid-day, Iknew, and I thought that if I parked everything and left at about 11.25 I should catch it easily. There was the danger of someone entering my room after I had left, and discovering that my things were gone, but the way I had been left alone completely just lately seemed to suggest that his was unlikely to happen. After breakfast I did some work in a desultory fashion in the study, and at 10 to I went upstairs. I felt shaky from the night before and nervous at the thought of what might happen if I were caught before I managed to get on the mid-day train. To calm my nerves, I decided to drink some wine. I put the caraffe on the table by the window, lit a cigarette and poured myself out a good full glass. I found it very soon had the desired effect, and after I had finished it, I poured out another. After that, I thought I might as well finish the caraffe off, as I didn't expect my next job to include liberal supplies of alcoholic refreshments.
Suddenly I felt terribly sleepy. I struggled against the feeling, but I had no chance. I barely managed to reach the bed, and passed out.
When I awoke it was already evening. My head ached terribly. I looked at my watch, and realised that it was too late for any train out of Little Wattlebury. I should have to put up with another night in the Manor. A sudden thought occured to me, and I went over to the table and sniffed at the caraffe. I was certain now that the wine contained a strong sleeping drug. I couldn't distinguish anything particularly, J>ut that meant nothing, as I knew.
I went down to dinner. Alice was in the dining-room. I came to call you for lunch, she said, "But you were fast asleep so I left you."
There was no sign of Angela, and I began my dinner. Each time Alice went out of the room I seized the wine-bottle, and emptied some of it out of the window, leaving my glass half-full. I noticed that Alice glanced a few times-over casually-at the contents of the bottle.
"After London, I expect it's the country air which is tiring you out and making you want to sleep all the time," she said. "It affects everybody like that at first."
I pretended to agree with her. As soon as I had finished dinner I went up to my room. Now that I knew I had to spend another night in the manor, I almost wished that I had not thrown he drugged wine away, but had brought it up with me instead. My nerves were completely on edge, and I nearly screamed when the door suddenly opened-and Bill, the chauffeur, came in. Remembering how I had seen him the night before, I coloured slightly.
"Next time you will kind enough to knock first," I said acidly.
"I don't think there will ever be any need for me to knock," he said, jeeringly. "No man has to knock on the door of his slave."
"Really?" I said. "You're not drunk by any chance?"
"No," he replied, "I'm not drunk, ecept to some extent at the thought of possessing your body in a few minutes from now."
"Don't be ridiculous, Bill," t said4. "And please go away now. I'm not very well today."
"I can understand that," he said. Without a word, he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it on my bed. My heart froze as I recognised my dressing-gown cord."
"I found k by the rose-garden," he said calmly. "You must have been in a hurry to get back last night."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.
"Don't you? You seem to forget that one person at the little gathering you saw last night did not articipate ..in the dance, and therefore was in a position to notice any stranger at the edge of the garden."
"No, no!" whispered.
"I saw you as clearly as I can see you now," he said relentlessly. "After that you must have got down. This morning I had a look at the place where I saw you standing and there I found this dressing-gown cord."
"I didn't mean to spy," I cried.
"I think we're talking round in circles," said Bill. "The fact is, that if Angela had found that cord, you would now be dead-or worse." But fortunately for you, I was the one who found it. And I'm quite a reasonable sort of chap." He smiled, and slowly began to take off his shirt.
"What are you doing, Bill?" I said.
He 6at on the edge of the bed. "Take off my shoes, slave," he ordered. Hardly knowing what I wad doing, I went up to the bed to do as he wanted. As I was about to kneel down, he grasped the front of my dress near the throat, and with one save movement tore it right down. "Now off with the rest of your things," he commanded, if you don't want me to tear them all to shreds. And in future, slave, the moment I come into the room, yon don't waste a moment to take everything off. In my presence you will go about naked, do you understand?"
Stunned, I undressed completely, then knelt down to take off Bill's shoes. While I was doing this, he seized one of my breasts and squeezed it so hard between his two hands, that I let out a cry of pain. He laughed, lifted me up and threw me on the bed. Then he got undressed, and threw himself upon me. He was the first man in my life, and I wondered if there would be anything left of me after he had finished. There were no preliminaries to his love making no refinements, and no consideration whatsoever of my person. He simply seised me like a ferocious beast, his burning cock tore at my entrails as it burst into me, and I had to bite my lips to stop myself from screaming as his cock went further and further in till. I could feel his balls pressing tight against me out side. He now set about the task of achieving his pleasure with such frenzied brutality that I was almost unconscious by the time he had finished and had released me. Before my eyes the image of Gerry Thomas' body kept passing tantalisingly.
"That's better," said Bill, who was lying stretched out out beside me, "that's the first good fuck I've had since I've been here. All that other stuff is titillation and drugs."
"Do you mean she drugs you" I asked.
"Of course she does," answered Bill. "She drugs everybody. All the men are fed with aphrodisiacs in such quantities that they nearly go mad. You saw the fellow she polished off yesterday. Even after she'd dug the knife into his balls the first time, his cock was still standing."
"But that's murder," I said.
"Yes," said Bill, "it's murder all right."
"But how can you stay here and endure all that?"
"No choice," said Bill. "I enjoy it." he laughed. "As my slave, you'll soon learn the ropes; don't worry. In a week's time you'll find you can't live without seeing it happen." He laughed again. I realised that he was completely mad, and a cold chill ran down my. body. He noticed this and looked at me suspiciously.
"I'm cold," I said. "Can I get dressed?"
"You've already had your orders. While I am around ,the slave will remain naked." He grinned at me. "Are you going to see the show to-night."
"I don't know," I said.
"It should be funny to-night," he said. "Angela is going to throw the little Irish girl to the wolves."
"Wolves?"
"Yes, all the youngsters you saw here. The drug Angela is going to give them to-day will make them nearly crazy. They'll tear the little Irish slut to pieces. I should sneak along and-have a peep. It will give you an idea of what might happen to you if ever try to double-cross me."
"I might," I said, humouring him.
"And tomorrow night, there's another lovely number," Bill continued. She's picked out that youngster Gerry Thomas for a special bit of fun. It won't be so funny for him, of course..."
"What is she going to do to him?" I asked, horror-shuck.
"She's going to fasten a glass jar full of bees round his cock and balls," he said. "That's just the beginning. After that she's going to test out the stretching powers of the human cock. That's the part where everybody else joins in. To finish up the party she's got a lovely little device for slow castration. I can promise you that you'll enjoy yourself. By the way, I don't want Angela to know about our relationship. You understand?"
"Yes, Bill."
"In future you will call me master." "Very well."
"You can dress me now, slave. I might want to use you later on to-night. If I do, I'll come for you."
I did as he ordered. When he was dressed he seized me by the hair and pulled me towards him. He looked at me malevolently, and gave me a vicious kiss on the breasts, biting deep into the flesh.
"Carry out my orders, and you'll live," lie said. He pushed me aside and went out.
I opened the door and peered down the corridor. Then I sat on the bed and cried. I was so frightened that I thought of going off there and then. But there were not trains till the morning, and in the countryside Bill would still find me. If I reached the village, I could knock at one of the houses and ask for help and protection. But would I ever get as far as the village? Finally I decided that I might as well try. Anything was better than stopping in the manor. But then there was Gerry Thomas. Could I warn him of the horrible fate that was in store for him? I knew now that I loved the boy, and the thought of his healthy virile young body being mutilated in such a horrible fashion made me ill with terror.
No, somehow or other I should get a message through to him. I decided to go along that night to the rose-garden. Perhaps I should have an opportunity to get close to him wihout being seen. Bill would be looking out for me, but I could approach the rosegarden from the other side.
I washed my self, and made ready. I put on a warm dark jumper, and selected the darkest skirt I had. In the fruit bowl in the dining room I had noteced a fruit-knife with a very sharp point. I decided to take it with me on my way through.
Then I put out the light in my room, got into bed i®i my clothes, and waited. Once I heard soft footsteps going past my room. They paused for a moment or two outside, and then went on don the corridor. No doubt that was Alice on her way to bed.
When I judged the time to be right, I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way downstairs. On my way I took the fruit-knife, and put it in the pocket of my jumper. With great care I made my way to the rose-garden. As I approached it I heard the drum again. Slowly I made my way round the garden, before I climbed up the bank from which I should be able to see. I had judged my position well. I had come out on the far side of the perimeter. Bill's naked body at the drum was facing away from me, to my right, and I had quite a few thick trees for my protection.
I looked down at the scene below. All the young men were naked as on the previous night, so was Angela. The same torch was burning. In her hand Angela held a whip, which was using on the young men as they passed round her in a circle. I now noticed that all their hands were tied fast behind their backs. Each one's cock stood upright, and I saw that Angela's whip was aimed at their parts. The young men seemed to be half-mad with the frenzy of their inflamed sex, and the lashes of the whip made them worse and worse. Shamelessly, with the same sick feeling of desire, I searched for Gerry Thomas among the crowd. I saw him just as Angela's whipped slashed at his cock. He squirmed as his cock shot up, and for a moment I thought that Angela's stroke of the whip had achieved the orgasm. But no, it hadn't. He was back in the circle of men now, his cock swaying from side to side tautly as he walked. How I should have liked to have assuaged his fire for him. I longed to kiss his burning body, and to stroke his inflamed organs with my hands.
Suddenly one of the young men seemed to go berserk. As the whip lashed him, he rushed forward and threw himself at the man in from. Both of them, their hands tied, fell awkardly to the ground, and the one who was on top was trying to thurst his member in the other's behind. Angela came up, and began to lash out with her whip, savagely. Scream ing with pain, the men got up and joined heir companions.
Despite myself, I was gripped by an unclean excitement. I felt myself enjoying the strokes of the whip, and a thrill of acute pleasure ran through my thighs each time Angela brough the lash down upon one of the young cocks. I discovered that I, too, would have liked to have used the whip upon the taut cocks and the tantalising testicles Below them. Whereas I had felt almost nothing, apart from the pain, while Bill was using my body, I now felt my fanny moist with excitement. So strong was the feeling that I found I could not keep my hands away from myself, and, leaning against a tree, I gave myself up to the pleasure, while my eyes fastened upon Gerry's cock.
Suddenly there was a change in the scene before me. Two other men now led a girl into the garden. I recognised the young Irish girl. Brutally they now undressed her, and, when the had finished, flung her to the ground and walked off. The girl looked round in terro. The drum now began to beat faster, and Angela's strokes of the whip became fiercer. Suddenly one of the men, demented, threw himself at he girl. With his hands tied behind hie back, he wag not quite able to insert is cock into her cunt, and she managed to push him away. But more and mor^e of the men-Gerry among them--now got to her. Some of them seized her hair in their teeth, others began to kick her. Now one of the men was inside her and was giving reiu to his lust. Another was using the space between her breasts to ease his passion. Yet another had her from behind. As she began to be squeezed to death, the girl screamed terribly. After that there was a cock in her mouth and other cocks were pressing her body from all sides. No sooner had one man achieved his orgasm, than another would take his place. Those on the edge of the crowd who were unable to reach her were using the behinds of the men in front. Screaming with insane laughter, Angela stood over the group, her whip lashing out indiscriminately. How long the orgy lasted I do not know. I remember that when the last man moved away from the little rumpled body on the ground, Angela inspected it.
From the way the body rolled over as Angela touched it, I knew that the girl was dead. The men's cocks were limp now, but stil I extended. As the two men who had brought the girl in, now carried off the body, Angela's whip began moving again. Very soon the erections were back. Some of the men went to the edge of the rose-garden to relieve themselves. As luck would have it, Gerry Thomas came over and stood nearly opposite me, and began to pee.
"Gerry!" I whispered.
He looked round, astounded.
"I'm just here," I said. "In the bushes at the top. I'm the girl who saw you when you first came for an interview. I've learnt mat tomorrow night they're going to kill you in their horrible way, and I came here to warn you":
"What can I do?" said Gerry. "We're locked up all the time, and we're fed on drugs."
"From where I am I can see everybody," I said. "Quick, lie down flat on the ground, and when I tell you, run up her quickly."
He did as I said, and I waited breathlessly to see if his absence had been noted. As Angela turned away, I whispered to Gerry and he ran up and joined me. His body was shivering.
"It's the drugs," he explained. Quickly we made our way through the park, till we were near the main gates.
"How can I go like this?" said Gerry.
I gave him my jumper. "Put that round your shoulders now," I said. "When we meet somebody, you can take it off and put it round your middle."
It took us half an hour to reach the village, and knock up the village doctor. At first he took us for lunatics, and would not believe our story. Finally he agreed to take us in his car to the county police headquartersabout 11 miles away.
What happened after that is well known to everybody. The story was in all the papers not only in England but all over the world. Both the Duchess and Bill managed to commit suicide when they realised they were about to be arrested for murder. For months afterwards the police were digging up the bodies of victims in the Manor grounds.
The major's companion stopped, had a stiff drink and lit a cigarette.
"And what happened to this Gerry Thomas?" asked one of the women customers.
The major's companion patted the major's cheek. "Gerry Thomas," she said has never left me since."