Twins Revealed

Part II

Chapter 21: Twins Revealed

The priest held a knife above her head as hundreds, if not thousands of candles illuminated the church.

“You are wicked, young woman.” he pronounced, “Tempting all the men with your body. Look at how they crave you.”

The all male congregation sat either side of the cold white marble slab, upon which the naked Abigail Hawksby was chained, with mouths slobbering as their extended necks thrust towards her. She realised they too were shackled and were unable to reach her flesh, which suddenly disappointed her.

“The men of this village cannot contain themselves and have been reduced to quivering fools.”

“I don’t want them” she lied, “Only two men are good enough for me.” and with that the black church windows shattered as two masked heroes carrying crossbows somersaulted through them. They fired and both bolts struck the priest in the forehead as the blade came down just missing her. His blood spurted onto her body. A pair of heavy swords broke the chains, so she could get up. But instead of helping her away from the church, one man bent her over the slab, while the other brought a broken chain down on her buttocks.”

“Ow!” screamed Abigail Hawksby as she shocked herself awake.

Priscilla was used to it by now. The nature of the sisters after their imprisonment by their father had been to retreat into their imaginations inspired by the books Fanny smuggled into them. Gothic fiction was in its infancy but Abigail pleaded with the maid to get hold of every piece of literature in the genre she could find. The dreamer did not care that most of it came from hack authors, the majority of whom were female, she wanted to fire her dreams, as when she watched Caroline’s future husband beat her elder sister. Perhaps she alone knew the stimulation that caused Caroline to collapse in Nathaniel’s study.

Unlike their elder sister, the 18 year old twins had sexually awakened by themselves. They slept nude and their hands wandered. When Caroline had left and they were each offered her room, they turned it down such was their desire to stay close especially at night. However that was until Priscilla’s influences led her to experience wanderlust. On the night of the wedding, she had her first dream of sailing away out of the clutches of her beloved father. As she read works by authors such as Eliza Haywood, she had begun to want to make those dreams a reality.

The would-be adventurer desperately desired to escape and live a life of exotic experiences, but she had neither come up with a plan nor broken the news to her twin. Maybe she had inherited these thoughts from her Spanish mother who she resembled in looks as much as Caroline took after her father. She and Abigail were around average height, with pale olive skin and straight dark hair which clashed with their piercing blue eyes. When compared with their tall blonde sibling, they possessed wider, rounder and less firm buttocks but their breasts were smaller, although no heterosexual man in his right mind would complain, unless previously confronted by Fanny’s stay-bursting pair.

On the other side of the bed Abigail continued to rub herself. Although the men in her dream had not revealed themselves, she knew full well they were Lord Thirsk and Sir Thomas Squires.