The Canterville Haunting

[MissTaken]

OOC: a thread for cgraven and I. However, I hope anyone reading it enjoys the thread and feels free to pm me with pointers.


At 29, she never dreamed her life's path would lead her to this place. She drove the country rode a bit too fast in her white convertible, her auburn tresses blowing against her face and flowing behind her. Her vibrant green eyes searching for the the sign as promised in her directions, the last leg of her journey.

Finally, it is there.

A left turn and her journey would soon end. She thought back to the events that brought her here, to this point in time. Six months ago, her husband announced he had taken a lover, a student of his at the local college. She had been willing to forgive, but he was not willing to take another stab at honoring his vows. Then, the lawyers were contacted, the final harsh words said and all that is left is the signed paperwork. Vanessa sighed. She grumbled to herself, "He can have is perfect, petite 20 year old. I am taking my size 12 hips and starting a new life, without him!"

A month ago, a strange letter came for her in the mail. It was addressed to Miss Vanessa Strader, her maiden name! Her father's aunt had passed on and named her, Vanessa, as the sole heir. More lawyers, more paper work and Vanessa was on her way to collect her inheritance.

 

[cgraven]

Gullford Manor

The leaded windows of the Tudor manor, set high on the wind blown Cornish cliffs, looked out, gaunt, lifeless, eyes, set in a skull of mortar and brick. Poised, waiting, expectant, there was a living presence about the old place, a presence that kept the locals away, made them shun all that call Gullford “Home”

The gates stood open waiting as the white coverable pulled up. The oaken doors waited to be opened, to welcome in the new mistress, to train her in her duties. The house shuttered in delight as the young vibrant women made her way to the door. Oh the master would be so pleased with her. She was so young, pretty, and her body held promises of such delight.

All was quite , as if holding its breath in anticipation. Waiting for her first touch.

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessa gasped as she rounded the final turn. THIS was her inheritance? It seemed more like a white elephant. Her dreams of using her saving to start a bed and breakfast were dashed. A lone tear slid down her cheek.

"Stop that, " she said to herself. "It is what it is. Now, it is time to greet my future." She glanced in the back of the convertible at the fresh, new cleaning supplies and nodded. She had enough to start.

She lifted the box of supplies and grabbed her keys. As she climbed the steps to the front door, she thought she heard a moan. "Probably the wind," she thought to herself.

She fumbled with her key and slipped it into the door. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked, nor did it squeak. It opened very easily. As she crossed the threshhold, her heart began to race, her palms began sweating and she felt, or thought she felt a hand on her buttocks.

 

[cgraven]

The new mistress has arrived.

Vanessaaaaaa what a pretty name for such a sweet treat and such a firm derrière.

The house is immaculate there is no dust, cobwebs, or blowing leaves The floors are well polished the walls spotless. The manor is well tended., it is in fact a perfectly preserved Tutor manor from the beamed ceilings to the oak paneled walls the wide worn oaken floor. The furnishing decidedly Elizabethan., a blaze on the hearth. A parchment note on the mantel.

Vanessa,

Gullford Manor was been anxiously awaiting your arrival. You are part of Gullford now.



There was no signature, as Vanessa turned a nail rent her skirt to the waist band reviling her leg all the way to the hip.

The manor bided its time waiting for the night and the masters awakening.

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessa looked down at her baren leg and said, "Damn!" She felt a gentle, cool, breeze lift the back of her skirt revealing her firm, yet bulbous buttocks.

She looked around and found no open windows. "It must be a draughty old place, " she thought to her self.

At the car, she took her suitcases and turned and looked at the mansion, her mansion. A feeling inside compelled her to rush back inside.

She wandered the upstairs until she found the Master bedroom, complete with a four poster canopy bed, bath, bureau and wash basin.

Atop the bureau was a fresh pot of wild flowers. "The attorneys have really gone all out to make this place presentable, " she mumbled.

She unpacked her clothing, cleared the top of the bureau to make room for her cosmetics. She placed a wedding photo on the night stand. A tear slipped down her face as she looked at an image of the happiest day of her life.

Exhausted from her trip, she lay on the bed which beckoned to her and napped in the afternoon sun. She dreamt of her new home, of knights and ladies dining and dancing, sneaking kisses in the corners and frolicking in the bedrooms. She woke wet with desire.

It was dusk. She went to the bureau to brush her hair and was surprised to find that her personals were missing. Instead, the bureau looked exactly as she found it before unpacking. She glanced at the night stand and was startled to see that her wedding photo was lying face down.

She was never one to believe in the supernatural, so mulled over the possiblities. Had she been sleep walking? Had someone come in the home to play a trick on her? Perhaps she only thought she had placed those things on the bureau? She hurriedly looked through the bureau, her clothing was there and in tact. Her cosmetics were placed in drawer.

There must be some explanation. Finding her things made the anxiety of the moment dissipate and she simply mulled what may have happened.

 

[cgraven]

I watch, I wait, and I bide my time, till the night the time of my power, when the cursed ball that blinds is gone. Now only small intrusion a hand on her firm derrière, Ah my dear such fun I shall have with Thee. I find the hours drag by as I wait to show Vanessa her duties to the Manor and its Lord.

I watch her sleep through the afternoon, I toy with the harlot’s paint she has brought and remove it from sight, the engraving of a man and her on their wedding day, and I care not for his continence and turn the frame down.

Her bosom rises and falls slowly with her breathing, her auburn, splayed across the pillow, her features calmly.

I think back to that night when the small minds of the magistrate and his bailiffs come calling, how they are appalled when they see the young maiden striped bound and receiving my attention, their curses at the trial, the local curate damning me , dragged back to the scene, chained in my own dungeon, walled up in a small alcove, to die in solitude. Years of boredom all for a mere woman, a blinding flash then, the masonry crumbles, freedom to roam again my manor. My home garrisoned by soldiers, their uniforms strange to me, gads what is this maiden in uniform. Ah she was the 1st, to enjoy my loving attentions, but she would not be the last.

The manor springs to my command, a meal will be waiting for her when she awakes. Tonight I shall come for her I will come for Vanessa

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessa brushed her hair until it shone. She applied a bit of lipstick, for what reason, she did not know.

Refreshed from her nap, it was time to tour the house and find a sandwich in her lunchbasket. Her tummy rumbled in response to her thoughts of food.

Her hunger was so great, she could almost smell a chicken roasting. At the bottom of the staircase, she turned left to the dining room. To her surprise, a place was set at the table.

She wandered into the kitchen and inhaled the pungent aroma of her favorite chicken, potatoes, fresh baked bread, salad and a winter mix of vegetables. Vanessa started as she glimpsed a movement through her eye.

Someone was here with her.

"Hello. Who are you?" she called out.

A woman peeked around the corner of the icebox. She came into full view and offered a curtsy.

"Milord advised me to prepare your dinner," she spoke in a lilting tone.

"Oh. Well thank Milord for me. " Then, Vanessa said, "I am new owner of this property. I cannot afford to hire help. I am sorry, but if you are expecting to stay on, I cannot keep you."

The pretty maid bowed her head and stated, "Milord takes care of all things and has advised me to see to your needs, if you will have me."

Vanessa thought for a moment, then nodded her consent. "Some company would be great in this big, ole draughty place. That would be great! Who is Milord?"

The pretty maid smiled and nearly whispered, "All will be revealed in time."

She turned and busied herself with dinner, thereby dismissing Vanessa. Dinner was served in silence. After ensuring that Vanessa needed nothing further, the maid excused herself.

She slipped into the kitchen and through the far wall.


She hurried to the Master of the home and reported her conversation with the new lady of manor, in detail.

 

[cgraven]

The Baron De Lacey


Pearl you where quite right to come and tell me all my dear she will sleep soon I have no doubts as your meals always bring on a deep sleep now I wait for the night . and then I shall pay sweet Vanessa a visit. It is time she learns her duties dear Pearl.

The light of day passes dusk then night I watch as Vanessa roams around the manor becoming familiar with its passages and rooms soon she tires and lays upon her bed and a deep slumber almost death like shrouds her. I come to her with the back of night my hands take her slender wrist and tie it to the head post then the other. Her trim ankles are next. Soon she is spread eagled hapless, and at my tender mercies.


Vanessaaaaa………… Vanessaaaaaa …………… my ghostly voice creeps into her mind.

I am before her as if in a dream an Elizabethan lord strong , dark menicing, a dagger at my waist

“I am the Lord of this manor young lady and I have come to teach you your place.”

My laughter fills her mind as she strains against her bounds. The daggers blade slips beneath her skirt, the material parting to the kiss of the sharp edge. Next her blouse gives way to the blade then her under garments. Soon my captive beauty lays naked before me. My cold deathly hands caresses her warm living flesh her proud breast stand out and are bathed in golden candle light as I bend to suckle her soft little nipple bring it to life.

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessaaaaaaaaaa Vanesssaaaaaa

Vanessa was dreaming she was captive in the chambers of an elegant, ruffian. Her body had never felt more alive.

She woke suddenly to the touch of cool hands upon her skin. Shocked to find herself naked, she tried to scream, and found heard a laugh. Then, a voice, husky and soft spoken broke through her fear,

"I am the lord of..."

His laugh surprised her. He knew no one would here her and all too soon she realized the same.

She struggled with the binding, still unsure whether she was dreaming or living this assault. His mouth found her nipple, taut and erect.

She shuddered involuntarily at the sensation of the unnaturally cool mouth upon her orbs. The sensation neared pain, but yet sent white hot heat into her abdomen.

"Noooo, " she moaned. Her head rolling on her pillow.

 

[cgraven]

‘Umm so sweet so warm your flesh how I have long for the touch the feel of supple living flesh in this cold dark prison.”

Icy fingers play across living skin tracing interacted patterns on Vanessa supple inner thigh. Cold lips kiss her flat abdomen, lap at her pink labia, and tease her delicate clit.

A candle now floats through the air, poised to part her tender folds. The tapered tip parts those moistening lips, divides the folds, and rubs Vanessa’s awaking clit, then slips into her vagina. Slowly, methodically, it stimulates the hapless captive, as icy lips suckle and nip at taunt nipples. Other hands now seem to join the first, equal cold and icy, lips claim her other nipple. One laugh is male the other light, merry, and most definitely female.

The ghostly tormenters laugh at Vanessa’s bucking and thrashing body as her 1st orgasm hits. Again and again the ghostly tormentors wring orgasms from Vanessa’s captive body. Throughout her first night at Gullford Manor she is at their perverted mercies till at last the eastern sky turns a pale pink.



Vanessa wakes sweat soaked and spent her clothing intact.

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessa was most definitely frightened.

Who was this man?

How did he get in here?

Why call himself the "Lord of the manor?"

Why is he so cold? His palor so waxen?

Her mind reeled with questions as the sensation of his cool touch started a fire in her abdomen. His cool lips brushing against her navel brought wetness between her warm thighs, a wetness that shamed her.

How could this assault, this rape be exciting for her?

As his cold tongue moved over her clit, it was reminiscent of the times she and her soon to be ex had played with ice. The contrast between the frigid tongue and her hot pussy was erotic, exciting and frightening.

She tried to scream, but only a moan escaped. Her hips shuddered against his face against her will. Her mind knew that this was wrong and vile. Her body responded as though she were seeking release.

Her eyes were closed as she felt the cool cylindrical object spreading her labia. She moaned, "Noooooooo." The object enticed her, seduced her in spite of her objections. Her body thrust itself toward the candle, inviting, needing entrance.

Her eyes fluttered and opened, looking down over her flat tummy to where the candle was suspended in mid air. The fear immediately crescendoed to terror. Her breathing stopped as she felt the need to let go a blood curdling scream. At the vary same moment, the candle thrust itself deep into her. Her body began immediately quaking as it became wrought with orgasm. Wave upon wave of physical sensation overcame her as her fear contributed to the magnitude of the orgasm.

She pressed forth for a final orgasm, her bodies jerks straining against the bindings until she lay spent, unconcious on the bed.

 

[cgraven]

Vanessa wakes sweat soaked and spent her clothing intact. Was it a dream was it reality, a candle lies in her hand.

Gullford manner watches its newest occupant as the day wears on. There is a hearty breakfast waiting , lunch is set when she is ready, and again supper on the side board., a decanter of rich blood red wine, on the table. Throughout the day the manor watches, biding its time, till at last the lengthening evening shadows turn into blackest night The house now seem to breathe, to come alive, as the cleansing light of day retreats and moonless night shrouds Gullford Manor. It whispers just on the edge of consciousness, not really heard , more felt.


Vanessaaaaaaaaaa

 

[MissTaken]

She woke early to the sun stretching across her nude body on the bed.

Nude? "What happened to my nightie?" She rose, looking about her to find the nightie on the floor next to the bed and her wrists suffered minor abrasions. Panic nearly over took her as whe mumbled something about "thought it was a dream."

She ran herself a hot bath and lay back, enjoying the warmth of the water as it caressed her aching body. As she considered all the possiblities, she wondered if the stress of the previous months had finally taken over.

Suddenly, she felt as if she was being watched. She quickly placed her arms across her breasts and sank down into the blanket of warm water.

Of course, there was no one there. She was sure of it, mostly.

Her hand wandered between her legs, finding her clit pert and ready. It was tender as well, as if recuperating from a night of loving.

She must clear her mind.
She must be realistic.
Her imagination is threatening to overcome her reality.

Her finger lingered a moment to long at her clit, until involuntarily she began making tiny circles. Her mind did, indeed clear, save giving herself over to the hot sensation that was growing between her legs. Her finger began moving with more pressure, more intensity as she closed her eyes and savored the electricity in her abdomen.

She reached for a bar of soap and began to spread her labia. Caressing her pussy, slipping the bar inside her pussy, just far enough. She slowly made love to herself, and her mind kept slipping back to the sensation of cool lips at her breasts.

Soon, the water began to swell as her body was overtaken with orgasm. Her ass and waist rose and fell violently as her moans became louder. She continued until she was spent, lying in the aftermath of self love and blanketed by the heat of the bath.

Afterward, she dressed and explored the manor,. The strange events seemed further and further from her mind as the sun rose high in the sky. Busying herself with unpacking and rearranging the period furniture occupied her mind for the rest of the day.

By dusk, Vanessa finally felt at peace again.

 

[cgraven]

The manor watches as Vanessa pleasures her self in the warm waters her wanton moans at the pleasure her hands impart let the spirits who are master here slip the first true binding threads around her soul threads that will hold her here even if her will and common since tell her to run.

I watch through the long torturous day waiting for night to come and my power to return the power to control, to use her body as I see fit. What a delightful little lady the fates have sent my way.

Night blessed night and I feel my power returning, I watch and wait till she sleeps the I call to her. Call her to me, to a secret place in the manor below the cellars a place where I will entertain Vanessa, where her body will yield up its charms, the rack, awaits her the, nipple clams are ready, all is in readiness.

The ghostly voices call;

“Vanessaaaaaaaaaa comeeeeee”

A light shows under her door.

“Vanessaaaaaaaaaa come, follow the master awaits you”


The voice leads her to the dungeon the place where she will learn to serve the manor.

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessa became very tired as dusk settled across the garden. She slipped into the cozy bed in nothing but a t shirt.

As she lay there, sleep threatened to overtake her. Then, just as she was dozing off, in that moment between conciousness and the dream world, a light shone beneath the door.

She rose from the bed, uncertain what was real or not and opened the door. In the hallway, she say candlelight, a flame burning ten feet in front of her. Entranced by the warm glow, she followed it, feeling her feet move nearly of their own volition.

Her bare feet padded down the staircase as the light lead her into the study. A chair moved to the left as the far wall opened. She followed the light, mindlessly, without will. She sought only the warmth and promise of what lay ahead.

Down another stairwell, lit only by the tiny candle, she found herself in the dungeon. How did she know it was a dungeon? There could be no other term for it given the apparati attached to the wall or arranged on the floor. The light stopped moving.

She stopped and heard a hiss, a whisper, "Vannneeessssaaaaaaaaaa"

A chill went up her spine, only briefly as she then, was drawn to the voice in the darkness. She moved forward.

 

[cgraven]

Like a moth drawn to the flame Vanessa follows, drawn, to the unseen dark voice., her spirit and body trapped in a half life between sleep and waking, a state where the Master can manifest his physical power over her body.

Unseen hands fondle her body through the thin material of her cotton t-shirt, they take liberties, teasing, exciting, Vanessa. Then a nipple is twisted painfully, diabolical laughter echoes through the chamber. The thin garment is rent from her body, ghostly hands strip away her bra and panties, as Vanessa nubile body is hoisted high into the air then secured to a rack she is spread eagled. The wheel turns, her body stretched taunt, cold lips suckle at her nipples again, a lathered shaving brush bathe her downy fleece, a razor now floats through the air, the kiss of cold steel as her Venus mound is shaved clean, not a whips of a hair is left to hide her delicate sex. She lies totally naked to their view, no place to hide. Those mouths become more demanding, unseen nails rack her sensitive thighs.

“Thou art a pretty little thing Vanessa….. I shall teach thee how to please me.”

There is a shimmering shifting of the dark mist and the visitor of the night before stands before her a wicked grin creases his face.

“Vanessaaaaaaa…… shall we start me Dear?”

 

[MissTaken]

Vanessa, planted on the rack, felt fear. Terror so extreme that it would drive a sane man crazy. She wanted to flee, however, her body was unresponsive to her thoughts, her true desires. She could do nothing, but surrender to the touches, the voices, the sensations of the many hands on her body.

She was horrified as the wetness trickled from between her legs. Not only was she afraid of the figure before her, what was happening, but her body was aroused!

She felt her fear grow deep within her abdomen, sending bolts of electricity throughout her body. Her mind screamed silently and threatened to escape.

“Vanessaaaaaaa…… shall we start me Dear?”

The shriek built to a crescendo, within her semi concious mind and finally, her mouth opened. Release was imminent.

She could only moan, "Yesssssssss."

 

[cgraven]

Her plaintive moan of submission brings me fully into that half real between sleep and waking, life and death, where I have physical form to match my captive beauty. My hand trails over her clean shaven “Pomme de Amour” dipping to run the length of “Venus’s Lips” so rosy pink and moist with her aerosol, to tease the hooded guardian of her secret garden.

My voice is taunting as she hovers on the edge of he climax.

““Vanessaaaaaaa tell me what you want me girl…..tell me what you need wench…….tell me what you desire. Woman.”

My voice echoes in her mind.