A Trip to Moncreel Manor (Closed for LadyCara)

[sensateone]

Julie hitched her bag up onto her shoulder, as she stood staring at the solid door. It had seemed like a good laugh yesterday when her friend had dared her to spend the night in Moncreel Manor, but now she was having second thoughts. Everything screamed at her to run away, to leave, but Julie rarely backed down from a dare, afterall, it was only an empty castle.

Tentatively, she reaches out, her hand touching the handle. If it was locked, then she could turn around and still have her head held high, trying and failing was better than running. To her surprise, the handle turned and she stepped into the main entrance hall.

In the hall there is a table and on it is a candle and some matches. She has a flashlight in her bag, but instead she moves over to the table and lights the candle and that’s when she hears an indistinct voice in her head. It sounds like ‘welcome’, but she’s not sure. Picking up the candle, she moves further into the castle.

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The shadows come to life at the touch of the flame, dancing around her. The castle moves, breathes, brought to life by the candle's power.

The entrance hall opens onto a giant foyer, with a grand staircase leading to the floor above, and closed doors to each side. Candles set in wall sconces come to life at her presence, igniting with an echoing snap. The room is far less dusty than one would expect.

In the air, heard, sensed, or intuited, the sounds of a party in full swing play at the edge of silence. Throaty laughs and drunken boasts act as a counterpoint to the sounds of pleasure and pain of every variety. One could believe it was only imagination - if one tried hard enough.

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Julie knew she should be frightened or surprised when the wall sconces came to life, but somehow it felt right, almost as if Moncreel Manor was calling to her, wanting her to be there.

Now that there was light, her eyes moved around the foyer. There were closed doors around her and her fingers itched to see what lay behind them. ‘Later’ she told herself. Instead, she was drawn to the stairs. She took the first step, then another and another until she found herself at the top.

Julie stood still, listening. Was she hearing things? Or was someone actually having a party? Images popped into her head as if out of nowhere. Naked woman tied in various positions, their pussys flogged, followed by them being fucked by several men in pussy and mouth, another woman was tied to a table, an apple in her mouth to keep her silent as she is fondled by the men as they ate and licked desserts from her naked form, another woman was on a sybian, watched by both men and women

Julie shook her head, trying to clear her mind as images of cages and chains tried to make their presence felt, she kept telling herself it was only her imagination. Telling herself not to be stupid, they weren’t real. Even so, she didn’t feel ready to enter the grand double doors in front of her, instead she moved to the nearest door to her right. She entered. Julie found herself in a room full of ladies attire, everything from Victorian to modern. The fabric felt expensive, satin's, silk and leather and also looked to be about her size. Telling herself she couldn’t go to a party unless properly attired, she tried on several dresses, eventually settling on a long silk black dress with a plunging neckline and a side split that ended just below her hip. She tidied up her black hair, using her comb from her bag. Feeling a little more prepared, she left all her belongings in the room and made her way back into the hall and the double doors.

Taking a deep breath, Julie opened the doors and over the threshold, into the other room.

 

[sensateone]

The room was impossibly clean, given the apparent disuse of the manor. It was a lavish library, filled with bookshelves along each wall, a second story with a polished walking ring and more shelves above, a curving stair that followed the lines of the cylindrical room at the opposite pole from the doors. The smell of warm leather and rich paper filled the air.

A pair of large wingback chairs, leather with rivets, sat with their backs to the door. Across a small table from them lay a brown leather couch, easily two meters long. An opulent chandelier hung far above, casting glittering light down into the room.

Where there couldn't be dust, nonetheless dust swirled in answer to an unfelt breeze. Sparkling particles gathered into a comet shape, and swirled around Julie's feet, then spiraled up her body, giving the distinct impression of heavy hands touching her as they went. Across thighs, stomach, back, and collarbone, then away, heavy palms and trailing fingers.

They coalesced into the form of a man, tall, with broad shoulders that stretched the lines of his formal jacket. A tie trailed down to disappear into a brocade vest. Rich black trousers broke over stylish boots. His face was pale, and his look, hungry.

"Greetings, Mistress Julie. How kind of you to visit the Manor this evening."

 

[LadyCara]

Everywhere Julie looked there were books in the tall cylindrical room, many of them were leather bound and her fingers itched to go over to them, to see their titles and open their pages. She had expected them to be covered in dust and slightly decayed, but she couldn’t see any traces of it, nor were there any cobwebs on the beautiful glittering chandelier above. She couldn't remember seeing dust in the foyer either, or the room with all the clothing. She felt confused, wasn’t Moncreel supposed to be empty, deserted? But everything looked well kept. And why could she no longer hear the sounds of the party? Was she imagining everything? But everything looked and felt so real. Were the stories true? She knew the sane thing to do would be to turn around and leave, but curiosity and something else she couldn’t define kept her from leaving the castle.

As she stood there, taking in the rooms furnishings, breathing in the scent of leather and paper, she felt something move across her skin. It was a pleasant feeling, as it ran up and over her body, it felt almost like a hand, touching her, but she put that down to her imagination, after all, there was nobody here.

And then there was a somebody, a tall man in a brocade vest. Julie hadn’t seen him get up from one of the chairs, but that was where she assumed he came from. His sudden appearance made her jump slightly, but her nerves quickly soothed and she smiled at him.

"Greetings, Mistress Julie. How kind of you to visit the Manor this evening."

Julie wondered how he knew her name and then assumed her friend, who had dared her, had contacted the owners and given them her name. Her rational mind shied away from any other explanation, especially as it would account for the cleanliness of Moncreel.

“Hello. You have a lovely home here. I’m sorry you have the advantage of me. You know my name, but my friend never told me yours.”

As she spoke, Julie moved further into the room, nearer the smartly dressed man. She held her hand out, the age old form of greeting.

 

[sensateone]

“Hello. You have a lovely home here. I’m sorry you have the advantage of me. You know my name, but my friend never told me yours.”

As she spoke, Julie moved further into the room, nearer the smartly dressed man. She held her hand out, the age old form of greeting.

Long fingers gathered her hand, wrapping around and lifting it to his lips. He pressed a papery kiss and offered a bow, then released her hand and stood full again.

"I am Lord Moncreel, or what's left of him, I suppose. Once upon a time my family lived here, in splendor and elegance that your world has left far behind." He sighed and gestured at the surroundings.

"I suppose, technically though, we still live here," he paused before finishing "we just get out and about less often." A laugh as dry as the kiss blew out of him, and he simply... faded, growing insubstantial then evaporating with only a whispered "do make yourself at home, the Manor will provide that which you truly desire."

 

[LadyCara]

Julie felt her hand being taken and kissed, the touch felt almost insubstantial. Her stomach fluttered in reaction.

What’s left of him? The words confused her, as did the rest of his sentence. And then he blew a kiss and disappeared. She felt shock as her mind recoiled from the idea of a ghost, but the more she thought about it, the more she accepted it, until it no longer felt strange or odd. Though she did wonder what he meant by ‘the Manor will provide that which you truly desire.’

Now that she was alone, her attention moved to the books around her. She wasn’t surprised by the complete set of Charles Dickens books, every old house she’d ever been to seemed to have a set. Curious, she moved up the staircase to the second level, there, she found books she found more interesting. One was titled ‘Bound to Pleasure’ , another was called, ‘ Caged for Desire’, All the books were based around sex. Curious, she opened the pages and found drawings and diagrams of naked women illustrating the text. Some of the more perverse pictures left her feeling aroused as she wondered what it would be like to be the woman in the pictures. Julie wanted to explore more of the books, but was worried about someone coming in and finding her in a flustered state. Just because she’d only met Lord Moncreel, that didn’t mean there weren’t others around. With a last look in ‘Forceful Pleasures’ at the picture of a woman in an examination chair and a fucking machine, she closed the book and moved to the library stairs, descending back down a level. From there she made her way to the door and with a last look at the library, she walked back out into the hallway.

Now that she had permission, albeit from a source that could have been her imagination, to explore the manor, she moved down the left hand corridor.

She counted off five doors, five sounded like a good number in her head, she stopped. She knocked on the door and when there was no reply she opened it and stepped inside.