Mary’s Story

Chapter 45 Mary’s Story

While Abigail lay on her bed wondering why her brother-in-law had called her a whore when she was just behaving naturally, whether this constituted a betrayal of her sister and above all why he had not fucked her as he would have in her dreams, Caroline had just returned from her spa treatment which had left feeling fresh and invigorated. Naturally she was staying at the very best hotel so her suite was large enough to accommodate her lady’s maid.

Although lightly clothed due to this extraordinarily hot and long summer, Caroline decided to strip down to her shift to match her maid. Of course Mary helped her off were her clothes and would often brush sensitive areas, but then she was expected to bathe her so such contact was normal.

“I should like to go to the beach tomorrow … in the morning before I go to the spa.”

“I’ve heard some of the men bathe I the nude, my lady.”

“In Scarborough, surely not?”

“Early before the families arrive. It’s not against the law.”

“What about the ladies?” questioned her mistress.

“If you are going to bathe you will need to use a bathing machine and change into a costume which people say is daring, but I cannot see anything to worry about. Sir Thomas, begging your pardon my lady, says morals are for the stupid. He said I was the opposite of stupid.” Mary added proudly.

“I see.” understood Caroline, quite certain that the maid did not. “I am afraid Sir Thomas has lost interest in me.”

“Surely not, my lady.”

“He spends half the time in London and since I got pregnant we have made love twice.” Caroline was not certain she was having an appropriate conversation with her servant, but she had always been forthright. She believed it to be partly her fault as the only position she now allowed was her on top. While she was over concerned with the effects of physical activity on her foetus, she was completely ignorant of the potential damage drink might do and she bade Mary pour her a gin, not her first that day.

“I lost the desire myself for a while, but it would have been something for my pride if Thomas had pestered me. In the last few days I have begun to feel my old appetites. I would use a dildo but I do not know where to get one.”

“A what, my lady?” Mary was aware of the concept but not of the word. Besides she had always had plenty of real flesh.

“A wooden penis. A servant showed me once, but I never really inserted it. She, however, was able to penetrate herself fully. It was most erotic.” and Caroline thought fondly of Fanny and of what her and Priscilla’s fate might be. She downed the gin.

“I prefer the real thing, my lady.”

“Are you not a virgin, Mary?”. Had she been religious she might have crossed herself at this point but instead she let out a chuckle.

“Heavens, no. I was taken many years ago in the hay by a farmer and his sons.”

“And his son … s?”

The maid’s light mood suddenly darkened “I didn’t really know what was going on at first. We were very poor as our father had died and I’m afraid, and you must promise not to tell Sir Thomas …”

“Of course, Mary. I swear on the life of my husband.” Well she was not going to swear on her baby or her blood family.

“I was stealing. I know it was wrong but we were ****. Mother said we needed a tool for our farm and we could not afford one so I thought I would borrow it. The farmer caught me and said he would let me go if I did certain things.”

Caroline understood what she meant immediately “Oh no, that’s terrible.”

“I agreed because I didn’t want to get deported like he told me I would and then his 2 sons came in and he insisted they had their fun as well.” She wept at the memory and Caroline hugged her. Their thin clothing meant they could feel every contour of each other’s bodies.

“Please, Mary, take a drink.” The servant swigged straight from the bottle.

“Thank you, my lady. I hated what happened. I wished them dead but as I wasn’t a virgin no more then I felt I had nothing else to lose. I got a job at the coffee house at Chop Gate. The owner gave me a chance as a waitress and let me live there. After our mother died and we lost the farm, Maria joined me.”

“So why did you come to Gillamoor?”

“Well Maria served Sir Thomas and must have served him well because he remembered her from that day last year when he was talking about some statue of a goddess.”

The lady prised the **** away from the servant before she finished it and poured herself another glass.

“I have never heard of this statue.”

“Oh yes it’s in … oh no Sir Thomas told me not tell you. I must not say any more.” She appealed tearfully.

Caroline did not have the imagination of her sisters but she was now becoming very suspicious of her husband. When she got home she would need to have a long conversation with Abigail and maybe Maria.