by Ray Gordon
Chapter 5
Hayley remained undiscovered in the undergrowth until darkness fell. She hadn't seen either of her hunters, or heard anything from them for a good few hours, so aching and stiff and with the cover of nightfall she decided it was safe to crawl out from her hiding place. Cursing the duplicitous youth for the umpteenth time, she headed back in the direction of the house, deciding her only route to safety was via the main gates.
'Damn!' she cursed under her breath, having skirted around the brooding house and flitted like a shadow down the drive, only to discover that the gates were closed and secured with a heavy chain and padlock. Turning back she gazed at the house. There was a light on in the study, where perhaps Michael was reading or doing some paperwork. She couldn't stay out all night, but she couldn't return to the house either. She should have prepared properly for her escape, she knew as she looked up at the dark clouds drifting across the silvery disc of the moon, noting that they looked a little rain-laden.
Hearing a rustle in the bushes nearby she froze. This was all turning into a disaster, a nightmare. At least she'd had some comfort in the house - a warm and comfortable bed and plentiful food.
Making a significant decision she retraced her steps, deciding to risk searching the utility room leading off the kitchen for something to keep her warm, and wondering whether she could even grab some food from the fridge or larder with which to fortify her for a long and potentially very cold night. If she could get through until morning, then she might have a chance to escape when the gates were unlocked.
Finding the backdoor unlocked she slipped into the kitchen and listened for any signs of life, but the house was silent. Had they gone to bed already? She checked the time: ten o'clock. It was far too early for either of them to retire.
Opening the fridge she peered in, and had just grabbed a slab of cheese when she heard someone moving out in the hall, and she was about to make her escape through the backdoor when Michael appeared.
'Hi,' he said, smiling at her, 'I thought you'd gone to bed.'
'I, um,' she mumbled, the cheese in one hand, her other closing the fridge door, 'um... no, I was just...'
'Belinda's sleeping,' he went on. 'Are you all right? You look tired.'
'No, I'm fine,' she replied, wondering what he was playing at, why he was so nonchalant and apparently unconcerned about her earlier disappearance.
'I don't suppose you're making some coffee, are you?' he asked.
'Um, well yes, I can if you want me to,' she said warily. What was he up to?
Switching the filter machine on as he sat at the large pine table, Hayley wondered why he'd not said anything about her attempted escape. He'd been in the woods with his wife looking for her, so why was he saying nothing about it?
At least she was in the warm, she mused, and Belinda wasn't around to punish her. Perhaps they'd decided she hadn't been trying to escape, and after a good night's sleep she could get away from the house the following morning. She knew deep down that she was kidding herself, but there was no other explanation for Michael's attitude.
Passing him his coffee, she placed her own on the table and sat opposite him.
'Dave Ruby couldn't make it,' he said, sipping his drink, 'but he might be able to get over here tomorrow.'
'Oh, right,' Hayley said distractedly, still wondering why he'd not mentioned her futile attempt to get away. She already suspected that Belinda was a bit of a loony, but was Michael the same? 'About this afternoon,' she said, watching closely for his response.
'This afternoon?' he echoed. 'What about this afternoon?'
'You know, when I left the house and...'
'I spent the best part of the day in the studio,' he told her. 'I haven't a clue what you've been doing.'
Hayley was becoming increasingly baffled by his casual attitude. 'But I thought you were looking for me.'
'As I said, I've been in the studio all day,' he repeated, shrugging.
'Did Belinda go out looking for me?' she pressed, curious to know what was going on.
'Did she go out looking for you?' he looked tired and disinterested. 'What do you mean?'
'Oh nothing, it's all right,' she said hastily, sensing she'd said enough for the moment.
'If Belinda had wanted you she'd have called for you,' he said, looking somewhat perplexed by her questions. 'Anyway, Dave's hoping to get over here in the morning. He suggested that he take you to his place so you can have a look around and see what the job entails.'
'But I'm not allowed to leave the house,' Hayley said, frowning at him, realising how silly that sounded.
'Belinda doesn't want you wandering off willy-nilly without permission when she might need you,' he conceded, 'but of course you can go to Dave's place if we know you'll be taking time off in advance. Why shouldn't you?'
'Yes, of course,' she said quietly, unable to understand what was going on, why he seemed oblivious to her escape attempt. Perhaps the pair of them had smoked too many dodgy cigarettes!
'Well, I'd better get to bed,' she said, eyeing him suspiciously as she finished her coffee.
'I'll see you in the morning,' he said.
'Yes, goodnight.'
Quietly climbing the stairs, Hayley stopped for a moment to listen outside Belinda's bedroom door. She heard nothing and continued up to her own room, closed the door and sat on the bed. Hadleigh Manor wasn't just strange, she decided, it was utterly bizarre. Why was Michael making out that he knew nothing about her attempted escape? He'd been calling for her in the house when she was hiding in the wardrobe, she'd seen the both of them on the lawn from the loft window, and she'd later heard him calling again in the woods. Something was going on, she knew as she undressed and slid beneath the quilt, and she didn't like it. She had a nice warm bed for the night, but she felt deeply troubled. What were the couple up to, and who was the traitorous youth in the woods?
Switching off the small bedside lamp and staring up through the darkness at the ceiling, her thoughts drifted back to the moment in the woods when she'd touched herself. It had induced delicious sensations, and as she remembered them her hands drifted down across her flat tummy, moving back between her parting thighs.
A light gasp whispered from between her lips as fingertips lightly touched her clitoris, which responded eagerly. Pondering her time at Hadleigh Manor, she wondered if being spanked had triggered something deep inside her. Her clitoris was calling for her intimate attention with an urgency she'd not known before.
Massaging the lips of her pussy beneath the cloak of her quilt, her fingertips working on the eager nub of her clitoris, she breathed deeply in her soaring arousal. If nothing else her time at Hadleigh Manor had certainly awoken unknown, dormant desires.
'Ooooh,' she sighed as she teetered on the verge of her self-induced pleasure, her naked body trembling as she increased her sensual massaging rhythm. She gasped as she slipped her fingers even deeper, parted her thighs further and sank a second finger into her wet vagina. Her inner muscles tightening, gripping her fingers as she let out another gasp of pleasure, she knew that Belinda wanted her fingers inside her like this. Massaging her clitoris with her free hand, she tried to push all thoughts of Belinda to the back of her mind as she continued to stimulate the tight channel of her young pussy. Whatever Belinda wanted she wasn't going to get, she decided as she neared the apex of her pleasure.
With her naked body quivering with increasing intensity, the quilt slipped from the bed as her legs tensed and she cried out as her orgasm erupted, her mind blown away on a wind of lust with the image of the erection in the bushes ejaculating, the fist pumping the solid shaft, the sperm jetting from the bulbous purple helmet and splattering on the vegetation covering the ground...
Trying to stifle her cries of bliss she bit her lip and slowed her hand as her pleasure began to wane. Shaking, gasping, her sated body exhausted, she finally drifted down from her first sexual climax.
Gazing up at the ceiling as her breathing slowed, she smil
ed. That was very nice, and helped release a great deal of tension...
Hayley was up and about early the following morning. Dressed in her short skirt, white blouse, suspenders and stockings, she went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle and popped some bread in the toaster. It was a lovely morning and she actually felt fresh and alive after a good night's sleep. With excitement coursing through her, she was really looking forward to meeting Dave Ruby the rock star, albeit she was very nervous about it too.
As a teabag brewed in a mug and the bread toasted she tried the backdoor. To her surprise it was open. Perhaps she was no longer a prisoner, she thought ruefully. Now it seemed she was free to leave if she chose to. Stepping out into the yard, the early morning sun warming her, she inhaled the refreshing morning air. Perhaps Belinda had realised that she'd gone too far. Perhaps she realised she'd gone over the top.
Wandering back into the kitchen she buttered her toast, and as she enjoyed it and her tea Michael breezed in.
'Good morning,' he said brightly, clapping his hands enthusiastically as he grinned at her. 'Hopefully Dave will ring soon.'
'Hopefully,' Hayley echoed, her stomach somersaulting as she imagined meeting the famous celebrity.
'By the way,' he went on, 'I forgot to mention that Belinda doesn't know about the new job possibility yet. As far as she's concerned Dave's borrowing you to make some refreshments for some people he's got coming over to his place today. I told her that he has some meeting or other and needs a maid.'
'Oh, right,' Hayley said, feeling uncomfortable as she noticed his eyes flitting momentarily to her breasts. 'I did think it odd that she should allow me to go knowing I might be after a new position.'
'If Dave does offer you the job, he won't want you to start for a month or so as he'll be away on tour,' he explained. 'Plus he'll still want that reference from Belinda. For someone with a bad-boy image like he has, he's a bit of a stickler like that.'
'Well that's going to be a problem then,' Hayley sighed despondently, 'because your wife and I are not exactly getting on very well.'
He shrugged. 'Not necessarily, she's feeling a lot better than she was.'
'But what about her threat of calling the police?' she asked.
'You leave that to me to sort out for you.' He smiled reassuringly. 'I'll have a word with her later when she gets up. But you're going to have to do as you're told at all times from now on. No wandering off where you shouldn't, no disobedience. You'll get used to her ways. I know you don't like my wife and you don't understand her ways.'
'Do you understand her ways?' Hayley asked, although she knew she shouldn't.
'No, not really,' he chuckled. 'You should do what I do; go along with her just to keep the peace. She's just a little different to most, Hayley, and that's what makes her so unique.'
'You can say that again,' Hayley agreed, feeling happier for being able to talk about her female boss. 'I've never met anyone like her.'
'Once you get to know her and her funny ways better you'll get on just fine with each other. Right,' he said, clapping his hands again, 'I'd better get down to the studio. I've got work to do.'
'Would you like some breakfast?' Hayley offered.
'No thanks,' he declined. 'I'll see you later, when Dave gets here.'
Stepping back out into the yard, again enjoying the crisp sunshine, Hayley mused that it was a fresh morning and a fresh start, hoping that her problems were behind her now. Deciding to do her best to get on with Belinda, she walked to the archway and gazed across the grass to the woods.
Although the job of housekeeper at Hadleigh Manor was nothing like she'd expected, she reckoned it was up to her to fit in. She had a pleasant room, Michael was nice enough, and Belinda... well, perhaps Belinda was just Belinda and not worth getting so worked up about. She was clearly very eccentric and had to be humoured, at least until she'd secured her new job with Dave Ruby.
Noticing the gardener hovering by the woods, Hayley decided to ignore him. An elusive man who seemed to keep himself to himself, there was no point in trying to get to know him. Walking along the path around the side of the house, she looked down the drive. The gates were open; she was no longer a prisoner. Why the change? Perhaps she had overreacted and misread the situation, she thought, making her way back to the kitchen. But then events at Hadleigh Manor had made her react that way.
'Ah, Hayley,' Belinda said at that moment, disturbing the girl's thoughts as she walked into the kitchen. 'I have some instructions for you.'
'Yes, ma'am?' Hayley asked, actually keen to have something to do. So far her duties at Hadleigh Manor had been very few and far between, and already boredom threatened to set in - when she wasn't incurring the wrath of her mistress, that is. But the instructions were not quite what she was expecting.
'When you're at Dave's place don't speak unless spoken to,' the woman instructed her. 'You must be polite and attentive at all times, of course. The trick is to be there in case you're needed, but keep a low profile. Rather like children should be: seen but not heard. I'll take a suitable dress up to your room a little later for you to wear, and in the meantime I'd like you to polish out in the hall and the stairs. And the carpet needs vacuuming.'
'Yes, ma'am,' Hayley said, unable to believe the change in the house. Everything seemed far more civil and far more... normal.
'And there's a vase of dead flowers on the hall table,' the woman added. 'Do you think it's a good idea to display dead flowers?'
'No, ma'am,' Hayley acknowledged. 'I'll cut some fresh ones from the garden.'
'Right, I'll go and sort out a dress for you that's suitable for your day at Dave's.'
Taking the vacuum cleaner from the cupboard, Hayley dragged the machine into the hall and plugged it in. Belinda certainly was a strange woman, she mused, taking the vase of wilting flowers into the kitchen. She seemed to change with the wind; normal one minute and crazy the next. Was she schizophrenic? That would explain everything, she thought, dumping the flowers in the bin and washing out the vase. A schizophrenic lesbian? What an unfortunate combination.
Having cut some beautiful fresh flowers from the garden she arranged them and placed the vase on the hall table before opening the front door to let some fresh air in, and vacuuming the hall carpet, she began to feel that at last she'd settled in to Hadleigh Manor. Arranging the flowers, doing the housework, this was what she'd expected the job and her daily routine to entail, and thoughts of leaving were fading now that the doors and the main gates were open. As long as Belinda behaved normally she was quite happy to stay on at the manor. There was no need to imprison her. But was it possible for Belinda to behave normally?
Vacuuming the stairs, Hayley became acutely aware that she was getting turned on, and couldn't understand why that might be. But it was too intense to ignore, so switching off the hoover she made her way up to her room and closed the door behind her. Grabbing her hairbrush from the dressing table she lay on the bed, and with her skirt pulled up over the smooth plateau of her stomach, her legs spread wide, she slipped the end of the handle between her sex lips.
'Ooooh,' she breathed, easing the handle deep into her vagina, feeling her juices of arousal seep from her sex. She arched her back and let out a rush of breath, whispering another gasp of pleasure as her young body became rigid. Teetering on the brink of her climax she massaged her clitoris and pumped the brush faster.
'Yesss...' she cried as an explosion of pleasure erupted within and her vagina gripped the pistoning phallus like a velvet vice. Again and again waves of pure sexual bliss crashed through her trembling body as she sustained her incredible pleasure. She heard someone calling through the mists of her mind, a female voice, urgent and demanding, but repeatedly thrusting the hairbrush handle deep into her spasming vagina, massaging her clitoris with her vibrating fingertips, she was oblivious to the door swinging open.
'Is this what you call housework?' Belinda asked, standing in the doorway.
'Oh...' Hayley gasped, pul
ling the wooden phallus from her clutching sex. 'I was... I was just...'
'I could see what you were just,' the woman scornfully snapped as Hayley scrambled off the bed. 'How often do you masturbate?'
'I... I don't,' Hayley whimpered, tugging her skirt down in an effort to conceal her pussy.
'Don't lie to me, girl. How often do you use your hairbrush like that?'
'That was the first time,' she confessed, hanging her head in shame.
'If I believed that I'd believe anything,' the woman said dismissively. 'Go down to the kitchen and open the cupboard beneath the sink.'
Hayley didn't know what she was talking about.
'You'll find something quite useful there.'
'Useful, ma'am?'
'Yes, Hayley, useful. When you've found it you can get on with the housework.'
'Yes, ma'am.'
'And I'll be talking to you later about this behaviour, young lady.'
'Yes, ma'am.'
Leaving her room and going down to the kitchen, Hayley felt her heart racing, her face burning with embarrassment. To be caught masturbating like that was shameful, it was awful. Wondering how she could face Belinda again, she knelt down and opened the cupboard door beneath the sink. Cleaning materials, dusters, bleach... wondering what was supposed to be useful, she pulled out a small cardboard box and opened the lid. Candles? Was that what Belinda had meant?
Taking one from the box she gripped it in her hand. Smooth and silky, it was about eight inches long and almost two inches in diameter, and Hayley immediately knew what Belinda had in mind as she slipped the box back into the cupboard. Standing up she gazed at the candle, her clitoris stirring, her vaginal muscles tightening, and wondered why Belinda had sent her to look for the candles if she was disgusted with her behaviour. Placing it on the table she went into the hall to carry on with her work, and trying not to image the candle filling her tight vagina, she again had the feeling she was being watched. She looked around the hall. There was no one there, but a dull thud coming from the dining room caught her attention. Crossing the hall she peered around the door, but there was no one there, she thought, glancing around the room.
