Her will breaks

“I'll do it!” Charlotte heard herself beg “I'll do anything Mistress.” she sobbed with shameful need and with a triumphant smile Priscilla's nimble fingers went to work in earnest.

“If I had realized what a hot little vixen you were I'd have done this years ago.” Miss Dunning laughed but Charlotte didn't even care about her tormentor's mocking because she arched her back and screamed into Priscilla's hand that had found its way to her mouth just in time to muffle her cries.

“Oh, Jason's going to thank me for this.” Miss Dunning giggled girlishly and then swooped down and kissed Charlotte firmly on her lips slipping her tongue past her startled lips. Before Charlotte could even get used to the idea that she was being kissed by a woman Priscilla pushed her down and climbed to her feet.

“Sweet dreams Lady Marlton.” She mocked and with a curtsey left the room.

Breakfast was served on the garden patio. Charlotte nibbled on toasted bread, poached eggs and sausages and sipped on hot chocolate watching the others pick at the rest of the huge spread laid out on the tables. Her aunts ate inside but Charlotte could see them watching the young guests mingle around the small tables through the French doors.

Neither of them had been pleased when she informed them that she was going to visit the ruins of the chapel with Miss Dunning and Mr. Worthington. She had seen Aunt Jane's thin lips tighten in disapproval and Aunt Elizabeth's shook her head in confusion.

“I've never understood your fascination with that gloomy place.” She chided “Surely Master Worthington and Miss Dunning would much rather stay inside during the hot afternoon.” Charlotte smiled at her aunts wishing that she could cancel the outing, but she was absolutely sure that neither Jason nor Priscilla would be content with quiet reading in the library compared to what they had in mind. After a few more obligatory objections about the possibility of rain and her duties to entertain all her guests, not just two of her favorites (if they only knew) her aunts finally relented and an afternoon picnic was arranged.

The rest of the morning passed in relative peacefully in the manor-house with the young men and women reading, playing the piano-forte in the music room or backgammon in the library. When it was time to change for lunch Miss Dunning decided on a high-waisted grown of green muslin for Charlotte. The ankle length skirt swirled around her long legs in verdant waves hiding the fact that she wore no undergarments under the skirt. She had started to protest Priscilla's refusal to let her wear even panties, but one look at her unexpected Mistress' stern gaze silenced her rebellion before it was formed. Blushing at her reflection in the mirror and wondered if she looked as wicked as she felt, hoping that no-one else would notice she descended the stairs and walked carefully to where Priscilla and Jason were chatting.

Miss Dunning wore a gown of golden silk that floated lightly around her each time she moved, she was the beauty of the two maybe Jason would ignore Charlotte and have eyes only for the lovely Miss Dunning.

“Lead on most fearless guide.” Jason said with a bow and vaulted aboard his hunter with undeniable flair. Charlotte did lead the pair as they chatted gaily behind her until they had passed through the village of Marlton over the stone bridge that was still chipped from a skirmish fought hundreds of years ago between Royalists and Cromwell's roundheads. Once they had climbed into the woods on the far side of the valley Priscilla called for a halt.

“Kitten!” Charlotte's spirits sank even lower. “Dismount from your horse right now, keep your eyes on the ground and do not move while I explain to Jason our little surprise.” She wanted scream in protest, but somehow her strength abandoned her.

“Jason, do you remember the game we played with Beatrice last year?” She couldn't see Jason but she heard his exclamation of surprise. Charlotte was equally shocked, Priscilla had treated Beatrice in this dreadful manner as well?! And Jason had been part of her games then too? It was too much to contemplate. Her attention returned to Priscilla's explanation aware that she had missed part of her words already.

“...dressed as she is she reminds me instead of a Saxon Princess, and you of a Norman Knight who is leading her back to your castle as your captive.” Charlotte had had this very fantasy, did Priscilla know about her collection of romances, or is this just her way of pleasing Mr. Worthington. There was one major difference between her late night fantasies and what was happening this sunny afternoon. The Norman conqueror in Charlotte's thoughts had never been someone she knew, certainly not a small-minded man like Jason Worthington whom she found even more despicable now than ever.

“Are you going to bind your Saxon captive Lord Worthington?” Prompted Miss Dunning, “She is yours to enjoy in any way except for her one treasure.” Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief that Priscilla at least had kept her word. Of course there were many other ways that a man could enjoy a woman's body, but would Jason really take advantage of her like that?