Miss Casey Ch. 03: Friends

I recently finished drafting the remaining parts of my Ballad of Flavia and Sarah series, and before diving into something new, I thought I'd upload this story that I wrote last year. I'm not sure if there will be any more Miss Casey and Anna stories -- they were never meant to be a series, and I've just been adding entries as ideas come to me.

This story contains spoilers to the film The Empire Strikes Back.

Anna blinked as she stepped into bright sunshine. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust after the cinema's dark, but Miss Casey slipped on sunglasses and pulled Anna's hand. The two made their way along the street.

Miss Casey said, "Did you enjoy your birthday treat?"

"Yes, thank you, Miss Casey. I think that might be my favourite film ever."

"That? You watched Casablanca with me, but you prefer -- what was its name?"

"The Empire Strikes Back, Miss Casey. So you didn't enjoy it any more than the first one?"

Miss Casey laughed. "No, I did not."

With a smirk, Anna said, "Perhaps you'd have enjoyed it more if you'd stayed awake, Miss Casey."

"I did not fall asleep. And if you suggest that I did again, I'll have to punish you."

A feeling of being watched caused Anna to turn. There was a tall man staring at her, with vibrant blue eyes in a lined face. She turned back to tell Miss Casey, but by the time they looked again, the man had vanished.

"He was staring at me, Miss Casey. I'm sure of it."

Miss Casey squeezed her hand. "Men always stare at you when I take you out. I wouldn't worry about it; he's gone now."

After walking on for a moment in silence, Anna said, "You must have at least enjoyed the princess in the film, Miss Casey?"

"She's your type of woman, not mine."

"My type, Miss Casey?"

"Yes. Oh, she's young and beautiful, which is my type. But she takes charge. That sends a little shiver through you. I prefer girls who take orders rather than give them. If I had my way, then in the sequel they'll strip her half-naked, put a slave collar around her neck and chain her up."

Anna laughed. "Those films are made for kids, Miss Casey. They're not going to do something like that. I know you enjoyed the early part of the film, but I don't think that's because of the movie."

Miss Casey chuckled. "No, we both know what I was really enjoying was fingering you. That's why I dressed you in a short skirt without underwear."

Anna squeezed Miss Casey's hand. "But how about what Han and Leia said to each other, Miss Casey? Surely you found that romantic?"

"What did they say?"

"I imagine it was hard to hear over your own snoring, Miss Casey. Han was facing being trapped in a block of stone stuff, and it might be the last time they saw each other. So Leia told him she loved him. And do you know what he said?"

"'I love you too'?"

A shiver ran through Anna's body on hearing that. Neither of them had told the other that she loved her, though Anna had come close on several occasions. She'd only stopped because she was afraid of damaging the relationship. After all, she was the younger, more inexperienced and submissive partner, and she expected Miss Casey to take the lead in a declaration of love, as in everything else. So what Miss Casey just said was the closest Anna had come to hearing the words she so desperately wanted.

"No, Miss Casey, Han's too cool to say that. He said, 'I know'."

"He's too cool to express his feelings, even in a situation like that? And you think that's romantic?"

"Well, it seemed romantic at the time." Anna gave Miss Casey a glance. "So you think it's more romantic when people say they love each other, Miss Casey?"

"Of course. But that hardly makes for a special film; I've seen declarations of love countless times before. Was it just the effects and light-up swords that you enjoyed?"

"No, Miss Casey, it's more than that. How about the twist at the end? We found out who Luke's father is."

"Was it the old man?"

"Old man, Miss Casey?"

"From the first film, played by Alec Guinness."

"You mean Ben Kenobi, Miss Casey. It wasn't him. Get this: it was Darth Vader."

They walked in silence for several seconds before Miss Casey said, "Which one's Darth Vader?"

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Anna was surprised to be wearing clothes for the second time in a week. This time it was an elegant blue satin evening dress (without underwear, of course). Sat beside her, driving her Range Rover through the darkening country lanes, was Miss Casey, looking mouth-watering in a tight black skirt and red satin blouse. Anna had no idea where they were going, although Miss Casey had packed their suitcases. They'd carried each others cases to the car, though Miss Casey's was larger and heavier.

As Miss Casey turned onto a farm track, she said, "We're spending the weekend with some old school friends of mine. You'll like them."

Anna wasn't particularly outgoing, so the idea of spending a weekend with strangers made her stomach churn. Then again, Miss Casey probably wanted her worried; toying with Anna's emotions was one of her hobbies.

"What do they know about me, Miss Casey?"

"Everything, except about the hauntings. I've explained how I own you, and I shared those Polaroids of me taking you up the arse. They can't wait to meet you. I'm sure you'll be the centre of attention. Every single one is interested in getting her own submissive, so I offered to let them meet you."

Miss Casey stopped the car outside a large, ramshackle farm building with several other cars parked nearby. They retrieved the luggage from the boot; Anna had the heavy suitcase again. Miss Casey knocked at the door, and after a moment it was opened by a middle-aged redhead in a glittery silver evening dress, who greeted Miss Casey with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Miss Casey and Anna put down their luggage.

"Emma, this is Anna; Anna, Emma."

Anna stuck out her hand to shake, but Emma pulled her into a hug, then held her at arm's length.

Emma said, "She's beautiful. I'm still having trouble believing some of the things you've told me about her, but if half of it's true, then I can see why she makes you so happy."

Anna smiled to hear that Miss Casey had told someone she made her happy.

Emma looked at Miss Casey. "And we're to call you Miss Casey whenever Anna's around?"

"Yes. After all this time, I've still not told her my first name, and I don't intend for her to ever find out. It keeps the relationship clearer, to my mind, when one is an authority figure with a formal name."

Emma looked to Anna. "And you're happy not knowing her name?"

"I'm happy with every decision she makes, ma'am."

Miss Casey put her arm around Anna's shoulders. "Shoes off, Anna. Shall we meet the others, Emma?"

Anna kicked off her shoes, feeling the rough carpet digging into her bare feet. Emma led them into a large and well-appointed sitting room, with large windows and oak panelling. There were four more well-dressed middle-aged women there, and Anna was introduced to them in a flurry of rapidly forgotten names.

A brunette -- Georgia? -- said, "Isn't she supposed to me naked?"

Anna's hand reflexively reached for Miss Casey, as she felt all eyes on her.

Miss Casey said, "I keep her nude at home, but the poor girl's just met you all. Anna, are you comfortable being naked in front of all these strangers?"

Anna could only muster up a shake of her head, though she saw disappointment on several faces. She was glad that Miss Casey had answered for her.

Emma got them drinks; Miss Casey chose a white wine for herself, and a cola for Anna. There was a little chatter after that, as the women caught up on careers, husbands and children. Anna spoke little, holding Miss Casey's hand and enjoying seeing an aspect of her life that she'd never seen before.

After a while, Emma escorted the women to a dining room. A crystal chandelier hung above the long table, and red candles were burning in silver candlesticks. Anna sat next to Miss Casey, facing the patio windows that looked out onto a field. After a few minutes, a pair of young women in waitress outfits brought in the starters: prawn cocktails in small glass bowls.

As Anna enjoyed the Marie Rose sauce, Emma said, "So how exactly did you two meet? And does Anna really do whatever you ask her to, Miss Casey?"

With a smile, Miss Casey said, "Let's just say that I recognised her true character from the beginning. And yes, she does anything and everything I command." She took Anna's hand where it lay on the table. "I can recommend getting a girl like this to all of you."

There was silence for a moment as the women considered her words. Then one said, "Where would we get one? At a gay bar or something?"

Miss Casey said, "No, the important thing is the girl's character, not her sexuality. Once you've found someone who'll do whatever you tell her to, does it really matter if she once thought she was straight?"

Georgia said, "Well, I wouldn't want a girl. Do you think I could get a young man like Anna?"

Miss Casey shrugged. "Possibly. Though why you'd would want that instead of a pretty little thing like Anna is beyond me."

The waitresses removed the starters, then brought out plates of beef stroganoff. The mix of tastes and textures between the rice, mushrooms and beef was exquisite. When the conversation turned back to more mundane matters, several of the women asked Anna about herself. Anna's answers were terse, but she was thankful to be included, and began to feel more and more comfortable. She also began to regret letting down the women with her refusal to undress earlier.

After a while, she turned to Miss Casey and said, loud enough for all to hear, "It's a little warm in here, Miss Casey. Would you mind if I removed my dress?"

The chatter ended, and Anna felt all eyes on her.

Miss Casey said, "You may. Place the dress over the back of that chair when you're done."

Anna rose, and Miss Casey helped her to unzip the back, before sitting down. With a deep breath to steady herself, Anna let the dress fall to the floor. There were gasps from the other women; presumably, they hadn't realised that Anna was naked underneath. With a smile to herself, Anna placed the dress over the chair Miss Casey had indicated. Then she returned to sit at the table, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, the scraping of her chair on the tiled floor loud in the silence. From the corner of her eye, she saw Miss Casey mouth the words "thank you", and Anna felt proud.

Emma finally spoke. "Thank you, Anna, and Miss Casey. You've certainly given me a lot to talk about at my next Women's Institute meeting. And you're bald down there Anna -- I've never seen a woman like that before."

Miss Casey said, "I choose to keep her that way. I prefer the look. And feel."

Anna blushed at the attention she was getting, but it was a good blush. She concentrated on eating her food as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course, spending almost all of the last few months naked helped with that; she hardly noticed the wood of her seat pressing into her bare bottom.

The waitresses came out to take away the plates, and Anna felt embarrassed all over again when they glanced at her sitting naked amongst a group of women twice her age.

With a gasp, Anna spotted a dark shape looking through the windows. She covered her breasts with her hands and screamed. By the time everybody looked, the figure was no longer there. It was impossible to make the figure out well, but she was sure it was the man who had stared at her after the cinema.

Emma suggested moving back to the sitting room, since it had closed curtains. Relief flooded Anna when Miss Casey agreed and they all made their way there. Anna sat cuddled on a black leather sofa next to Miss Casey, enjoying the feel of the soft leather under her naked flesh.

"It's a shame," said Emma. "I had a nice tiramisu prepared for dessert. Never mind. I'm sure we can find another way to entertain ourselves."

Miss Casey said, "Why don't you put on some music?"

With a nod, Emma placed a record on the music centre, and the room filled with the sound of soft jazz. Anna didn't recognise the music, but it was pleasant.

Rising, Miss Casey pulled Anna up by her hand. "Let's have a little dance."

It felt strange to slow-dance nude, with Miss Casey's clothes pressing into Anna's naked flesh. It was even stranger given their audience of clothed women. But such thoughts soon drifted away; she was in Miss Casey's arms, and there was no better place on Earth. She laid her head against Miss Casey's shoulder as the older woman led the dance, one hand cupping Anna's bottom. Miss Casey leaned down, and they shared a long and tender kiss while continuing to dance.

After a couple of songs, Miss Casey asked if anybody else would like a dance with Anna. There was no shortage of takers! Miss Casey stood back as Emma went first, pulling Anna into her embrace. She smelled of daisies, which Anna liked. The silver dress was rougher against her skin, especially her stiff nipples. They began dancing, with Emma taking the lead.

As she adjusted to her new partner, Miss Casey leaned in behind her and whispered, "The answer to your next question, little one, is 'yes'".

Not understanding that cryptic comment, Anna continued to enjoy dancing with Emma. She was getting excited, and wondered whether she was making a mess on Emma's dress. But it was too late to worry about that; the dancing was too enjoyable. She felt Emma's hand slide down her back, to rest on her bottom. Anna didn't react; if Miss Casey didn't want that hand there, she'd say so.

After dancing for one song, Anna felt Emma's face moving towards hers. She watched as the older woman's lips crept closer and closer, and froze, not sure whether to allow the upcoming kiss. Then she remembered Miss Casey's whispered comment, and opened her own lips in invitation. Emma's soft lips caught Anna's, and her assertive tongue entered Anna's mouth. Much like the kiss with Miss Casey, this kiss lasted a long time. While it continued, another woman came up behind Anna and placed her arms around the pair. They began dancing as a threesome. At first, Anna assumed that the new woman was Miss Casey, but then she saw Miss Casey sitting and watching, smiling. The woman behind began to kiss Anna's neck, and her hands travelled from Anna's thighs, up her abdomen, to cup and knead her breasts. Anna gasped into Emma's mouth as she felt fingers toying with her nipples.

Having two women treat her like that was quite the experience. Anna felt safe and cared for, while also being under the control of beautiful older women, a vehicle for their pleasure. The record ended, and Emma moved away to put on the other side. Anna missed her body pressed to her own, their lips pressed together, the slow dance of their tongues. But as soon as the next song started, Georgia began to dance with her, her hands roaming over Anna's bum and back, their lips pressed together. And the woman behind Anna switched too. She still wasn't sure who it was, but somebody cut into the dance and replaced the first woman, to run warm hands over Anna's body, and take Anna's ear lobe into her mouth.

Miss Casey asked whether Georgia was still determined to own a male slave. She broke the kiss to say, "Perhaps one of each would be a better idea."

Anna was barely standing of her own volition. Passion was galloping through her veins, and the women exploring her body were the ones holding her up. They switched again, new partners taking whichever liberties they wanted with her body. Anna luxuriated in another kiss, while two more pairs of hands explored her taut stomach, her pert breasts, her sodden centre.

The record finished, though any pretence at dancing had long since ended. Miss Casey took Anna by the hand and led her away from her latest partners, but not to their room as Anna expected. Instead, Miss Casey removed her skirt and knickers, then sat on the edge of an armchair, her womanhood gleaming wetly through her pubic hair. At her signal, Anna knelt, then Miss Casey put her hand on the back of Anna's head and pulled forward. Oral sex was an act that Anna had performed innumerable times on Miss Casey, but in front of so many strangers, it felt odd. As soon as lips met lips, her worries and inhibitions floated away. She was doing what she was born to do, on a woman she all but worshipped. She fell to licking and sucking with gusto, and Miss Casey responded.

There were comments from their watchers: remarks on Anna's enthusiasm, and how lucky Miss Casey was. Anna ignored them, as her tongue and lips sought to give as much pleasure as it could. She knew that she was the lucky one. While she performed, she heard one of the waitresses handed out drinks to the ladies. Miss Casey asked for a glass of champagne; Anna received no drink, having to make do with the fluids Miss Casey was providing. She concentrated even harder on her task, somehow more embarrassed at being seen by someone her own age. Dampness between her legs told her her own excitement was on display to everyone.

Miss Casey screamed when she reached her climax. After a loving kiss farewell to her womanhood, Anna sat up and thanked Miss Casey, but was ordered to stay on her knees. Miss Casey asked whether any of the other women would like to sample Anna's services. Once more, there was no shortage of takers for the offer. First up was Emma, who raised her dress and lowered her silk knickers. Anna immediately set to doing all that she could to blow the woman's mind, as her thanks for hosting the weekend.

While Anna concentrated on Emma's pleasure, Miss Casey dressed. "The advantage of a slave over a free lover, is their complete dedication to your pleasure. This is not a lover providing pleasure in a quid quo pro for her own release; this is a girl who lives to serve, who gains pleasure from providing it to others. And the advantage of a girl over a man, is that you get someone who knows what every touch feels like."

Emma soon shuddered to her own orgasm. Anna thanked Miss Casey again. Then it was Georgia's turn.

While Anna was enjoying pleasing her and learning her taste, Miss Casey said, "So Georgia, are you still intent on getting a male slave?"

Georgia took a deep breath, her belly expanding over Anna. "No. I was straight when I woke this morning, but now I just want a girl of my own. This one's tongue is heavenly."

Smiling at the compliment, Anna soon brought Georgia to a peak. After thanking Miss Casey, Anna was kept busy pleasing two other women.

Miss Casey said, "Now that you've been properly introduced to my friends, I think it's time for bed."

Anna stood and expected to retrieve her dress, but Miss Casey took her by the hand and out of the room still naked. In the hall, Anna picked up Miss Casey's heavy luggage, while Miss Casey took Anna's light suitcase. Miss Casey led the way up three flights of stairs, giving Anna a wonderful view of her bottom in its tight skirt. When they reached the top of the steps, they were in a dark, wood-lined landing, down which Miss Casey led the way a large bedroom. It was clean but quite bare - just a double bed, a couple of wardrobes and a dresser.

Miss Casey laid Anna's suitcase on the floor. "There's a bathroom down the hall. Hurry up and brush your teeth, then we'll go to bed."

Anna opened the suitcase and was surprised to see that instead of the clothes she expected, there was just a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. So that was why Miss Casey had insisted on switching suitcases; she didn't want Anna to feel how light hers was. And clearly, Miss Casey had known Anna so well that she was certain she'd agree to go naked, apparently throughout their stay.

Anna smiled, touched by how well Miss Casey knew her. "I love you, Miss Casey."

Her hands flew to her mouth, and she felt herself blush. She hadn't meant to say that, it had just come out. Fearing that Miss Casey might not like the admission, she turned to look up at her guiltily.

Miss Casey smirked. "I know."

With a sigh of relief, Anna took her toothbrush and toothpaste into the corridor, the wood of the floor hard on her feet. Then she walked naked and alone to find the bathroom, where she washed and prepared for bed. On returning to the bedroom, she found Miss Casey in a fetching blue silk nightie. She made her own visit to the bathroom while a happy but tired Anna slipped into their bed under the crisp covers. She had begun to drift to sleep by the time Miss Casey came back and climbed in beside her. Anna rolled over to cuddle her, feeling the silk nightdress cool against her stiff nipples.

Miss Casey ran her hand through Anna's hair. "Did you enjoy meeting my friends, little one?"

Anna smiled and kissed Miss Casey's shoulder. "I think you know the answer to that, Miss Casey."

"Although I love my friends, I was happy to see them green with envy at my beautiful possession." Miss Casey's hand ran down Anna's bare back, to rest on her bum. "And just so you know, sweetheart, you can tell me you love me whenever you like."

Anna gazed at her in the meagre moonlight coming through a gap in the curtains. "In that case, Miss Casey, I love you so, so much."

Miss Casey kissed her tenderly. "I have a surprise for you, little one. Close your eyes."

Anna did so, and felt a shifting in the bed as Miss Casey moved, then the touch of something hard around her neck, with Miss Casey's fingers moving about it.

Miss Casey said, "You can open your eyes now."

Anna did so, but couldn't see whatever was around her neck.

"It's a collar," said Miss Casey. "And there's a tag at the front. It says 'Anna: Miss Casey's pet'. So now everyone knows whose property you are."

Anna smiled and ran her fingers over the smooth collar, guessing that it was made of leather. The cold feel of the tag against her chest, and the knowledge of the wonderful words written on it, filled her with happiness. She raised her head to look at Miss Casey better. "Although your friends are fantastic, and any girl would be lucky to be owned by any of them, I know that I've got the best of the lot, Miss Casey."

That earned her another kiss, and Anna settled down.

"Miss Casey, I wish I could have performed on all your friends."

Miss Casey chuckled. "You mean you wish I'd invited every friend I have for you to please them?"

"No, Miss Casey, just the ones here tonight."

"I think, little one, that all that pussy juice has addled your brain. You went down on everyone."

"Are you sure, Miss Casey? I started with you, then Emma, then Georgia. Next, it was the woman with the straight blonde hair."

"Ella. Then you finished with Harriet, the one with black hair."

"Right, Miss Casey. So I didn't do the one with the wavy blonde hair."

"There wasn't one with wavy blonde hair."

"Of course there was, Miss Casey. She sat to the left of Georgia at dinner, in a red dress."

Miss Casey stared at her. "There was nobody to Georgia's left. It's happening again, isn't it?"

"Another ghost, Miss Casey?"

"It looks that way. I thought that was just a thing at home, where the ley lines intersect. But with this woman at dinner, and the man you keep seeing, it looks like you're seeing them everywhere."

Anna shuddered. "I don't understand it, Miss Casey. Please hold me."

Miss Casey's reassuring arms wrapped around Anna, and she soon drifted into a pleasant slumber.

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Anna woke shivering from cold, despite being wrapped around Miss Casey. There was a blurry light coming from one end of the room, and Anna stared at it, wondering what it could be. It focused, and she saw the woman from before, the one Miss Casey hadn't seen at dinner. Anna wasn't quite sure how she saw her in the darkened room, but she could make out every detail of the woman and her red dress. Shaking Miss Casey's shoulder didn't wake her.

The ghost looked at Anna, then turned to point at a section of wall.

Anna drew the covers up around her throat. "What do you want?"

The ghost turned to stare at Anna, and opened its mouth, but no sound came out. It slowly faded until she couldn't see it any more. The room warmed as the ghost disappeared.

Then Miss Casey woke, looking worriedly at Anna. "What's wrong, little one? You look like you've seen a -- you have, haven't you?"

Anna nodded. "Miss Casey, she was over there, by the wardrobe."

Miss Casey turned to look. "I don't see anything. Is she still there?"

Anna nuzzled her. "No, Miss Casey. But she gave me a start."

Miss Casey ran her hand down Anna's back, a blissful contact that sent shivers through Anna. "I know a way to take your mind off things. Turn around."

Anna rolled, facing away from Miss Casey to where the ghost had been. She felt the older woman's arms wrap around her, Miss Casey's breasts pressing softly into Anna's back. A hand cupped Anna's pert breast, and another trailed its nails down her stomach, heading for the growing heat between her legs.

When the fingers arrived, Miss Casey chuckled. "I've never known you so wet. You really did enjoy serving my friends, didn't you? I don't think I'd be a good owner if I let you sleep through the night without any release."

A finger slid easily inside Anna, and she moaned in pleasure and encouragement. Miss Casey pumped the finger in and out, in and out, slowly but surely. The excitement that Anna had felt most of the evening built again, higher even than before. Miss Casey's soft lips pressed against Anna's neck, her tongue wending moist circles over the flesh beneath. Anna lay still in the embrace of her owner, the only obvious sign of her excitement the shuddering breaths that caused her chest to rise and fall, her breasts proudly presented for Miss Casey's pleasure, beaded with sweat from the heat. A slopping noise began to accompany the movements of Miss Casey's finger.

Miss Casey took Anna's ear into her mouth. "Come for me," she whispered. "I know you're near."

A second finger joined the first, filling Anna. With a cry of joy, she climaxed, juddering in Miss Casey's sure arms.

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The next morning, Anna, naked, ran her hands over the patch of wallpaper the ghost had pointed at the night before. There was nothing there -- it looked the same as the flowery pattern on the rest of the walls. Her fears had disappeared with the bold rays of dawn.

The click of the door opening and closing came as Miss Casey returned from the bathroom. "Still worried about the ghost, little one?"

Anna stood and faced her. "I just want to understand what it wants."

Miss Casey dressed herself in a simple olive sundress.

"Miss Casey, what am I to wear today?"

The cruel-but-kind smile, that Anna knew and loved so well, swept over Miss Casey. "I thought you understood. There will be no more clothes for you until we go home. Just your collar."

Anna had, of course, shown everything to everybody the night before. But somehow, it was different in the cold light of day, and Anna's worries built.

Miss Casey hugged her, so that her dress pressed into Anna's naked flesh. "Little one, if you don't think you can do this, you can borrow some of my clothes."

Anna looked up at her and smiled. "No, Miss Casey. I want to do this for you."

Miss Casey took her hand and led her to the dresser and its mirror. "What do you think of your collar?"

It was dark blue, and Anna ran her fingers over it again as she saw herself wearing it. It was so comfortable, and it felt so comfortable that she'd forgotten it after the events of the night. "It's beautiful, Miss Casey. I feel more naked wearing it than when I wear nothing at all, but in a good way."

Hand-in-hand they left the room and traversed the landing, then the stairs. Anna's nipples hardened at the thought of being the only naked one in the house; the events of the previous evening felt long ago. The air caressed each part of her anatomy as they walked, and Miss Casey's hand holding hers gave her confidence.

The other women from the prior night (except the ghost) were sat around the breakfast bar in the dining room, eating fruit. They were dressed in more casual clothes, similar to Miss Casey's. On seeing Anna, the conversation stopped, and all eyes fixed on her.

Emma said, "Good morning. So is Anna going to be like this throughout your stay?"

Miss Casey made her way forwards and picked up an apple. "Yes. I decided I didn't want her getting ideas above her station, or becoming used to being clothed again. So what's the plan for today?" She let go of Anna's hand and passed her a banana.

Georgia said, "I was thinking of shopping today. Anyone else up for that?"

Ella took up the offer. Miss Casey decided to drive to the local library. Emma and Harriet stayed indoors with Anna, chatting. Anna was beginning to feel as though the other women were old friends, because they made her feel welcome and one of the group. But as they chatted, Anna saw the haggard man again, standing across the field and staring through the window. He didn't move, even when Anna pointed him out to the others. They moved into a room without open curtains, because Anna didn't have permission to dress, and she didn't want the man to see her. There they talked of her new collar, and Anna was congratulated on being awarded it, but her thoughts returned to the man's piercing gaze, and the woman from her bedroom.

They asked Anna about her parents, and their thoughts of her being a willing slave. Anna explained that her mother was dead, and she'd never known her father.

Miss Casey returned in the afternoon. She took Anna aside to tell her that she'd been researching deaths near the farm, but had found nothing. Who the ghosts were remained a mystery.

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There was no repeat of the sexual acts of the evening before. The women sat and chatted after their evening meal, and apart from Anna still being naked, it could easily have been an ordinary gathering. Anna didn't say much, preferring to sit by Miss Casey's side and cuddle into her. It seemed that the other women were taken with the idea of finding their own girls to play Anna's part in their lives. The married ones wondered where they'd keep their slaves. Anna wished them luck and happiness, and didn't doubt that any girls they found would be happy too.

As the shadows of twilight grew long, Miss Casey declared that it was time for bed. Led by the hand, Anna was taken back to their room. Miss Casey pulled her into a long embrace, her tongue laying claim to Anna's mouth, while her hands roved over Anna's bare back and bottom. With a delicious feeling of surrender, Anna allowed her older lover and owner to do as she pleased, enjoying the feel of Miss Casey's breasts pushing into her chest through her dress, swimming in the scent of Miss Casey's body.

Miss Casey's arms slipped under Anna's bum, then she lifted and stood with Anna held against her, their lips still locked, Anna's arms around Miss Casey's neck. Slowly, Miss Casey carried her to the bed, bent, and gently laid her down. While Anna lay and looked up in adoration, Miss Casey straightened and removed her dress and underwear. When she was finally nude, displaying all her mature beauty, Miss Casey climbed onto the bed next to Anna, her hands exploring Anna's breasts and abdomen.

Miss Casey's fingers closed around one of Anna's nipples, hard enough to hurt and bring a groan from the girl. But Miss Casey ignored her discomfort, twisting the nub and Anna's response built from the groan to a little scream.

Miss Casey said, "I wonder if my friends are thinking of what they would like to be doing to you. Or possibly of what they'd like you to do to them. Would you like me to release my grip?"

Anna shook her head. "Only if you want to, Miss Casey. My body is yours to use however you want."

"Perfect," said Miss Casey as she bent, her mouth moving to replace the fingers.

Something icy cold touched Anna's ankle. Miss Casey never had cold feet, so she wondered what it could be. Looking over Miss Casey's head, she saw the ghostly woman, holding Anna's leg in one hand, and pointing to the same patch of wall with the other. Anna screamed, but far louder than she had at the pain in her nipple.

Miss Casey immediately pulled her into a hug. "Shh, little one. What's wrong?"

With a shaking finger, Anna pointed to where the ghost had been, though it was no longer there. "She was here again, Miss Casey. She held my leg. She pointed at the wall."

Miss Casey pulled Anna's head against her chest. "It's alright. I've got you. After what happened with the first ghost, I wonder if this one's body is bricked up in that wall. Regardless, we'll leave in the morning. For now, let's get some rest."

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Anna woke with a start, finding Miss Casey's arms still wrapped protectively about her. Her eyes darted around the room, but she didn't find the ghost she expected to, nor was it cold. Quite the opposite. So what had awoken her?

A flickering light coming from beneath the door drew her attention. Slipping out of Miss Casey's slumbrous embrace, Anna paced the worn carpet. She reached for the handle, but screamed in pain when she touched it. The brass was hot enough to blister her hand, and she placed the injured fingers in her mouth.

Miss Casey, awakened by her scream, joined her, her silk nightdress flapping as she walked. She put her arms around Anna. "What's wrong, little one?"

Anna gestured at the door. "It's hot, Miss Casey."

Miss Casey placed the back of her hand against the door, then quickly withdrew it. "The whole door's scalding." With an impressive intake of breath, she shouted "Fire!"

Anna joined her in shouting, hoping that anyone who could hear would get away. Then she ran to the window, but the drop to the ground would easily kill them. They were trapped.

"Lie on the floor," said Miss Casey, lying down herself. "Smoke rises, so our best bet is to breathe the lowest air and wait for the fire brigade."

Anna lay beside her. In the dark, she hadn't noticed the smoke, but with Miss Casey's warning, the earthy smell of burning was inescapable. Lying there, waiting to die or be saved, didn't sit well with Anna. She turned to Miss Casey, who was giving her as comforting a look as she could, running her nails up and down Anna's back. Even if Anna died, she couldn't stand to think of harm coming to Miss Casey. An idea came to her, and she had to see it through. Standing, she coughed in the growing murk of the room. But ignoring it, she turned on the light, and went to the spot in the wall the ghost had twice pointed at.

"Anna, lie down!" called Miss Casey.

But Anna had other ideas, and she ran her hands over the wall again, just as she had this morning. It felt like ordinary wallpaper, cool beneath her fingers. Coughing heavily, she tried ripping it, until blood ran under her nails, but it was glued on well, and her panicked fingers couldn't damage it. Miss Casey joined her, trying to tear the paper too, but to no effect. Collapsing on the floor, Anna placed her hand hopelessly against the wall. There. Just under her fingers was a slight dip in the wallpaper, a tiny vertical groove. She pressed in her fingernail and tore a shallow channel in the wallpaper, but she needed something better to cut with.

She removed her collar, then ran the thin round tag along the groove. She couldn't see well, but she could feel the wallpaper had parted as she ran her fingers along it. Beside her, Miss Casey sat down, coughing hard, but Anna pressed on. She ran the tag all the way to the skirting board, then up until the groove ended at around chest height. But she found a similar groove to the right, horizontal this time, and continued cutting the paper with the tag. When that groove ended, she found another heading down. When she'd finished, she'd created a rectangular shape.

Her eyes began to stream in the pungent smoke. Coughing, she leaned against the section of wall she'd discovered, and when it didn't budge, she tried a short run-up before hitting it with her shoulder. She bounced off, but the section of wall had moved back a finger's breadth.

"Miss Casey," she said between coughs, "I need your strength. Please, push here."

Anna stood back as Miss Casey barged the wall. It shifted back, then on the second attempt it swung open with a shriek of rusty hinges. Anna felt her vision darkening beyond the smoke's gloom, and consciousness left her. From then on, she only caught scattered sensations: a coughing Miss Casey picking her up; the blonde ghost waving goodbye; Miss Casey carrying her through a narrow, low-ceilinged, brick-lined tunnel; Miss Casey collapsing herself. And then the shaggy man was standing over them, reaching for her and Miss Casey. She tried to fight him off, but could barely lift her arms as his strong hands grabbed hold of her.

Things were black for a while after that. Then she felt lips on her mouth and air entering her lungs.

Miss Casey's voice called out, "She can't be gone. Anna! Anna! Wake up! Come back to me! I love you more than anything."

With a chest-wrenching cough, Anna sucked in a shuddering breath. Miss Casey was looking down at her, tear-tracks in the soot on her face, but relief in her eyes.

Despite the pain, Anna managed to say, "I know, Miss Casey," before she lost consciousness again.

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Anna came to in a crisp hospital bed, the acrid smell of disinfectant irritating her nose. As soon as she moaned, Miss Casey appeared at her side, her face lined with worry.

Miss Casey took her hands. "How do you feel?"

Anna coughed. "Fine, thank you, Miss Casey. What happened?"

"There was a fire. And you found a forgotten way out of our room."

"I remember, Miss Casey. There was a ghost, and she kept pointing to one bit of wall. She was telling me the way to escape. But what sort of house has a secret tunnel?"

Miss Casey took her hand. "It was a priest hole. Or a priest tunnel, I suppose."

"A what, Miss Casey?"

"They were used to hide Catholic priests, or let them escape. They were used when Protestant priest hunters searched for them. It seems that tunnel was papered over decades ago and forgotten. Your ghost saved our lives."

"What about your friends, Miss Casey?"

"Everybody got out fine. The house is going to need a lot of work, but even that didn't burn down."

Anna smiled. "You told me that you loved me, Miss Casey."

"You were delirious, little one. I wouldn't believe everything you think you heard."

Anna tried to sit up, but found herself weak. "Miss Casey! And to think you complained about Han not expressing his feelings."

"Who?"

Anna laughed. "You loved me enough to wait by my bedside, Miss Casey."

"I just popped in to check on my possession."

"Was the male ghost there during the fire? I seem to remember seeing him?"

A matron appeared. "It's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

"Very well, thank you, ma'am."

"We'll keep you in for observation, but you should be able to go home soon. I'll tell you something: your mum hasn't left your side."

Anna was confused by the talk of her mum, then realised who she must have meant. She looked at Miss Casey. "It's good to know that my mum loves me so much."

After straightening Anna's pillows, the matron left.

Anna squeezed Miss Casey's hand. "'Mum', Miss Casey?"

"They only allow close family to visit unconscious patients. It was a little white lie."

"And you didn't leave my side? I think you do love me, Miss Casey."

Miss Casey smiled. "What would a matron know about what's going on? They're rushed off their feet here. Anyway, I have something for you."

Anna felt something pressed into her hand. Looking down, she smiled to see her collar.

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It felt good to be driving through the grounds of Casey Manor again. Anna did wonder about one thing; she was wearing a summer dress (with nothing under it), but Miss Casey, in the Range Rover's driving seat, was wearing jodhpurs. That was an odd choice of clothing for picking someone up from hospital. When the welcome sight of their home came into view, towering in its grey immensity, she smiled at returning to domestic bliss, and the constant control of Miss Casey.

But they drove past, on to the wooden stables, where Miss Casey parked.

"Anna, I think it's time you met the horses. I've missed them myself while I've been away, but the girls who help out have seen that they were taken care of."

Hand-in-hand, they walked to the stalls, and Anna helped feed and muck them out, the musty smell of horse in the air. The last horse was a magnificent bay stallion, the tallest of them all, named Thor. When that was finished, Miss Casey put tack and a saddle on him, then led him and Anna into the barn.

Miss Casey smiled at Anna. "We're indoors now."

Taking the hint, Anna removed her shoes and dress, her bare feet sinking into the sand of the arena. Somehow, she felt embarrassed to be nude in front of Thor; at least he got to wear a saddle. Miss Casey mounted the horse, then had him walk to a mounting block. She held out her hand and helped Anna to climb up in front of her.

"Good boy," said Miss Casey, as she patted him. Her arms settled around Anna's waist, loosely holding the reins. "He's not used to taking two people's weight."

With a gentle kick to Thor's sides, Miss Casey got him walking. It was strange for Anna to feel the movements of his shoulders as he walked in a large circle around the barn.

Miss Casey said, "It's alright, little one. I've got you."

Anna leaned back into Miss Casey, enjoying their closeness.

Miss Casey kissed her neck. "Good girl. Are you ready to go faster?"

"Yes, Miss Casey."

"Place your feet on my feet. We're going to trot, and you'll need to rise and drop in time with Thor."

Anna did so, feeling the leather of Miss Casey's boots under her bare feet. With a cluck and kick, Miss Casey sped Thor up. The new gait was less comfortable for Anna, though she did try to match Thor's rhythm. She found herself worrying about falling off, despite Miss Casey's arms wrapped around her.

Miss Casey halted Thor and patted him. "Good boy. Get down, Anna."

Anna gladly slipped off, happy to have the ground under her feet again.

Miss Casey dismounted too, and walked to a bag of equipment, from which she removed something.

While Miss Casey fetched whatever it was, Anna patted Thor's shoulder. "It's good to meet someone else who obeys Miss Casey's every command."

Miss Casey appeared next to them, a green dildo strapped to her waist. She mounted Thor, then helped Anna up. The dildo pressed into Anna's lower back.

Miss Casey said, "Anna, I'm going to give you something that makes you feel less likely to fall off. Stand on my feet."

"Yes, Miss Casey."

Once she rose, the tip of the dildo pressed against Anna's entrance.

Miss Casey said, "Lower yourself, little one."

Anna did so, feeling herself penetrated as she slid bit by bit down the dildo. She had to bend forward to take it in, but after struggling up and down, she felt herself slip down it, and her bum landed against Miss Casey's hips.

"Good girl," said Miss Casey. With a kick she set Thor to walking again.

Anna felt the difference compared to last time. The dildo was deep inside her, but Miss Casey added to the sensation, thrusting her hips backwards and forwards. Bent as she was, Anna felt off-balance as she was gently fucked. Miss Casey had one arm around Anna's waist and another around her chest, holding her breast.

"Are you ready, little one?"

"Ready, Miss Casey?"

With a laugh, Miss Casey kicked Thor on. He broke into a trot, and Anna was jolted at each step, the impact travelling up her spine. She quickly placed her feet on Miss Casey's boots, and began to rise and fall in time with Thor's steps once more. But this time, along with Miss Casey rising and falling with her, she found herself relentlessly pounded by the dildo, moaning with pleasure.

"Good boy," shouted Miss Casey as they thundered around the arena. "And good girl."

Something about being treated the same as a horse brought out the atavistic side of Anna. As Miss Casey thrust into her, and she found herself landing on Miss Casey's lap, driving the dildo as deep as it could go; Anna's excitement grew.

"Miss Casey, may I --"

"Yes, little one, let rip."

With a scream, Anna climaxed, doubling over, only held on during her ecstasy by Miss Casey. When she recovered her senses, Thor was standing still, breathing heavily, his ribs expanding with each breath under Anna's legs. The dildo felt as though it was delightfully embedded in her. If it was any deeper, Anna felt it would be tickling her tonsils.

"Good girl," said Miss Casey, hugging her. "I wanted you to meet Thor because I love my horses. And the possessions I love should meet each other."

Anna turned to look at her. "Miss Casey, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I love you Anna." Miss Casey kissed her, long and lovingly.

"I love you too, Miss Casey."

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When they returned home, Anna was surprised to be told to keep her dress on. She didn't question Miss Casey, but set to work preparing dinner. As she peeled potatoes, the front door knocker sounded. Miss Casey answered it, and there came the sound of muffled talking, though Anna couldn't make out any words until Miss Casey called, "Anna, come here."

Leaving the kitchen, Anna walked to her. In the doorway she saw the shape that had been scaring her for the past week: the haggard man.

"Anna," said Miss Casey, beckoning to her. "This is the man who carried us from the burning building. We owe him our lives."

Anna thanked him, but something wasn't right. "You've been following me. Why?"

"I had a vision that your life was in danger. It seems I was right."

Anna looked to Miss Casey, then back to the man. "Who are you?"

The man stared intently at her for a moment before he spoke.

"I am your father."