Plotting and Planning

Chapter 47: Plotting and Planning

When the lady of Gillamoor Court returned she waited until Sir Thomas was in his study with Mr Atha who she noted was now such a very frequent guest that he could almost be considered a resident and then, with Mary acting as look out, spoke to Abigail.

“I made a discovery in Scarborough, which was a very educational trip.”

Abigail was very relieved as even though she knew her sister could not possibly know the change in relationship that occurred while she was away, she thought a wife might have a sixth sense about such things.

“Somewhere in this house is a statue which seems to have some great significance to my husband. You are much more inquisitive than I am, but it must be important because I have never seen it.”

“Perhaps it is in Thomas’s study?” suggested Abigail without giving away that she was now familiar with the room.

“You mean hidden. I happen to know it has been in the house for some time. It is possible Mr Atha is privy to my husband’s secrets. Didn’t you say you have become friendly with him?”

“We share interests - that is true. We both love books.”

“Normally I do not care what Thomas does except with that Selby woman, but I know you like a mystery and we could share our deviousness.” Caroline said this despite not intending to do anything herself. She also had no idea what consequent action she would take as a result of any discoveries, but she was interested in strengthening the sororal bond. On her part Abigail would probably have agreed to anything anybody said at the moment and longed for her more confident twin but she was determined not to let her inner turmoil show. If she had known what was being said in another room of the castle her ears would have been burning.

“Any more information on our young investigator, Sam.” asked the baronet.

“She has been very quiet over the last couple of days. Maybe she is missing her sister.” Thomas inwardly chuckled. With his sadistic nature the master was enjoying the fact that his new **** was subdued.

“Remember Arabella?”

“How could I forget the girl who fed the Goddess?”

“Indeed and the Goddess was pleased. Aphrodite came to me in a dream and demanded more blood. and only virgins will suffice.” Samuel did not doubt the truth of this, but his appreciation of Abigail was such that he felt the need to intervene.

“Surely you do not mean to deflower Abigail.”

“Well I don’t mean for you to do it, old man.”

“In front of everybody? She’ll never do it. You can’t **** her.”

“Well if wanted to, who’s going to stop me?”

For the first time Samuel began to see the evil in his friend.

“Don’t worry, she will be willing. She is starved of and **** for sex.”

“What about your wife?”

“She won’t know and, besides which, she ceased to be useful to me except as a breeder.”

“I can’t let you do this!” The historian was shocked at his own bravery.

“Yes you will. You know I channel The Goddess and you must obey her. Do you want me to **** you to beg at her feet? What do you think She will do to anyone turning their back on being her priest?”

Samuel Atha was scared now and knew he could not stop the maniac.

“You knew what you were playing with when this started. Old Gods, old magic, the height of depravation. You were quite content to see my maid chained to the wall and Arabella to be used. Abigail is no different; she is not special. And I have a task for you. You must persuade my sister-in-law to get naked in front of you. You must admire her body but do not soil her with your hands.”

“And how do I do that? I am but an old man.” pointed out the middle aged man resigned to his fate.

“She will want information - probably entry to the temple or at least knowledge that it really exists.” Sir Thomas informed him and followed up with full instructions telling Mr Atha to proceed with his plan while the baronet was in London so she would be prepared when he returned.

Before Squires left he put Abigail more under his spell telling her to treat Samuel with same reverence she treated him. He also ordered her not to engage in sexual activity of any kind. His hope was she would be in a frenzy of horniness for the ceremony.