Chapter 2. Back to 1866
"First though, I should make my master a meal. You walked a long way today and
with me doing my best to hold you back for a long part of the journey, you must
be hungry. You should be tired but I expect the adrenaline from the excitement
has overcome that." Violet busied herself at the stove.
"Won't whoever owns this house at this time come back and find us?"
"I own this house and have done for a little while. It was supposed to be a
country retreat if I was threatened at The Beeches which is, or should I say
was, my main home. I can alter events in time to a very limited extent and then
only by indirect means, but if they are officially recorded, then the records
have to remain."
After eating, Eric began to feel more comfortable with his 'ghost woman'. She
ate like a normal person and she had to piss and shit or at least she visited
the outhouse. Violet took a seat opposite Eric ready to begin her tale but Eric
had other ideas. As much as he wanted to hear her story, it had been a long
while since he'd actually had a woman alone and this close to him. For some
years he'd been content, if that was the right expression, to watch porno films,
read and write erotic books and to wank himself off. Now he had a woman, even if
she was a rather strange person, who had said he was her master.
"Come and sit next to me," Eric ordered, "I want to hold you. I want to feel you
and listen at your breasts to see if you really breathe."
"Yes, Master."
"None of that Master business, Vi. I'm Eric. I will write your story but much as
I like to write and read about masters and slaves, that isn't real life. Or is
this real life? It feels real but I'm still not certain it isn't a dream."
Violet sat alongside Eric and barely flinched when he put his hands on her
breasts. They felt normal. Warm. Tender. Unlacing the front of her dress, Eric
released them from confinement and kneaded them. They felt real enough
especially as the nipples became erect from his attentions. Taking a nipple in
his mouth he suckled it gently and then nipped it between his teeth which
brought a sharp cry of pain. "How real do you need it to be, Eric? I know it
must seem very strange to you at the moment, but the flesh is real, the pain I
felt was real. The smell of my breasts is real as was the food we ate, and the
fire that burns in the grate. All that has changed for you is the time period."
Eric's cock had responded in a real manner to the stimulation of having a pair
of tits in his face. It pressed hard against the material of his trousers. "If
she is a normal woman and my slave, then I should be able to fuck her," he
thought. Aloud he said, "Come to the bedroom, I need to see if you are a woman
in other places."
Slowly he undid all the buttons and lacing on her dress and removed it.
Underneath she wore petticoats and these too he removed until finally she was
down to her long French knickers. Eric paused for a short while and stared at
the erotic sight before him. He'd seen plenty of naked girl pictures on the net
displaying all their charms but this was so old fashioned and different. Her
pure white flesh, her full mature figure quickly gave him an erection. "Take
them off," he ordered as he quickly undressed himself. "Are you ready for this?"
he asked holding and showing Violet his well endowed prick.
"I have been ready for it many times but could not show myself. I could only
watch as you manipulated it in front of the computer screen."
"You watched me wanking?" Somehow the thought embarrassed him.
"Many times. And I noticed what pictures turned you on most. This situation took
a long while to set up and I needed to get to know about you. I saw the caned
bottoms you liked so much so I know what I am letting myself in for but in many
ways I had no choice. No one else suitable lived in this area. Often I was so
turned on by watching you I wanted to materialize and show myself but couldn't
and neither could I play with myself until I materialized in another time. It
was very frustrating."
Slowly she slid the knickers down and stepped out of them. Eric's eyes feasted
on the alabaster flesh and the dark bush covering her crotch area. He moved the
oil lamp to see better. It revealed a body marred not only by the horrific
facial scarring which somehow that no longer worried him, but a body covered
with a network of fading whip marks.
"Who did this? When?"
"All in good time Eric. It's all part of the story. A long story. First though,
let's both get rid of our frustrations." She caught Eric's hand and led him to
the stuffed feather bed. In no time they were fucking away as though their lives
depended on it. Eric because he hadn't fucked a woman for over a year; Violet
couldn't really tell how long because it depended on which time zone she was in.
As of 28th September 1866 it was only a month or so but it seemed more like the
reality of 135 years.
It wasn't long before the spunk rose in Eric's balls and he remembered to ask,
"Will I make you pregnant if I come inside you?"
"I doubt it although I did try to take precautions when my husband's friends had
me, many times I was unable too and never became pregnant so there may be other
reasons why I couldn't conceive. In any case I don't think wandering souls can
bear children."
All too soon his load was released into her. Both were a little disappointed but
Violet took charge of the situation. "Just lie and cuddle me for a while and
soon you'll be ready for a longer session. Then we can talk of more serious
things."
Lying in each others arms Eric again noticed the facial scarring and ran his
fingers over the deformed skin. "How did this happen?" he enquired.
"Oil lamp overturned when I was a baby. In many ways that was the cause of all
the troubles in my life. Had that not happened and I had a normal face, I
wouldn't have been forced into a unwanted marriage and my life could have been
completely different. My face doesn't seem to bother you though."
"No, not now. It probably would have twenty years ago when I was looking around
for Miss Right but as I have grown older and seen and talked and worked with
disabled people I have learned to treat and see them as people. To see the
personality behind the disability. Provided the scarring on your face is not
mirrored by a scarring in your mind, and it doesn't seem to be, then I don't
have a problem with it. In my era they could cure it with plastic surgery."
Leaning over he kissed her first on the disfigured skin and then on her lips.
Holding him tightly, she opened her mouth and slid a tongue between his teeth.
It was followed by a royal battle of tongues as each fought to gain access to
the others throat. Laughing they pulled apart. The stimulation had hardened
Eric's cock again. Both were ready for a cock and cunt battle.
Violet gripped her legs behind the knees and pulled them to her ears. Eric
climbed between them, inserted his cock and plunged it fully in. As his pubic
hair contacted hers, she lowered her legs on his shoulders and began to meet his
thrusts. "Harder, harder," she cried, "It's been so long and I don't have to
pretend I am enjoying it." Amid further groans and pleas, Eric kept thrusting
forcefully but each time he neared ejaculation he eased off until his partner
had climaxed three times and he could hold back no longer. Sweating profusely he
collapsed panting and exhausted on top of her.
"Vi, you were great. You seem very experienced. I thought the Victorians were
very staid people."
"Some were, at least on the surface. Underneath there were some very sordid
things done. I was forced to learn many of these things to keep my husband from
debtor's prison."
