Leaving Home

Chapter 29: Leaving Home

The next morning the father apprised the remaining daughter of his plans. There was no purpose in chasing the ship, but he was determined to find Priscilla. He also had a duty to his hospital, so he had asked the current physician to set about trying to find a doctor, perhaps a retired one looking for solitude, to at the very least act as a consultant. The replacement would live rent free at Baysdale Manor. This upshot of this was that Abigail had to move.

There were 2 realistic options: the cottage in which she had awoken the previous day or Gillamoor Court. Although memories of the exotic bath were fresh in her mind, the prospect of living with Caroline, Thomas and perhaps some visits from Michael, as she liked to call Viscount Thirsk, was just too attractive. Accepting that preference, Nathaniel wrote a letter to the Squireses with instructions to reply as soon as possible and found someone travelling from Castleton to the southern moors to act as courier for a small fee. During this time he made sure Abigail stuck to him like a limpet.

Francis, however, had wanted to begin the pursuit immediately, but had to concede they would be better as a team and the blonde knight would be able to open doors and provide funding which he could not, so he had to wait impatiently until his new master had concluded his business. His main worry was who was going to look after his horses as neither of them was really suitable for riding at pace. With a heavy heart he decided to hand his whole business and even his house over to a young couple in nearby Danby who were delighted with the opportunity. He used part of the deposit they provided to buy a quality horse, which would at least get him to the south coast, and secreted the rest about his person.

Abigail made the doctor’s wife promise that should the merchant come that way again with wonders from the Orient, particular those relating to hygiene, she would direct him to Gillamoor Hall, presuming she was there, were he would find one of the more wealthy customers. Although she was only 18 and not yet officially an adult, unlike her sister who was by virtue of marriage, Nathaniel had given her a generous allowance while he was away.

In what was to be her last night in the former prison of Baysdale Manor, Abigail experienced another dark dream. Once more she was stretched out like an ‘X’ in irons, but this time facing a dungeon wall. Instead of rescuing her, the unmasked Michael and Thomas were whipping her splayed arse cheeks, rhythmically as the sting in the rear made its way through her body to set her erectile tissue all a quiver. She pleaded with them to let her down and they relented.

On a raised area of cold stone, the 2 men massaged a healing balm into her wounds before helping her into a tub of warm scented water. One man smooched her neck as the other kissed her lower hemispheres. Then one pair of hands caressed her breasts rubbing her nipples while another exploring her pussy. Fingers seemed to extended deep inside her as she convulsed. Abigail felt herself orgasm and then glanced to the shackles. “Again” she commanded and the men lifted her up and carried back for round 2.