Orgasm In Time. Ch. 04

Lily lay in disbelief under the domed ceiling, on the cold stone floor of what should have been her bedroom, attempting to pull her hands free of the cuffs that still remained securely attached to her waist belt behind her back.

Even the slightest change of events in the past will inevitably have a catastrophic effect on the future and out of respect for Sam, Madeline didn't want to jeopardise his existence, mainly because she hoped to visit him again one day. As advised, Madeline and the blacksmith had gone into hiding, up north, preparing themselves to become landowners when King James began selling the land off.

Their actions upon returning to Hexcross in 1611 inadvertently disrupted the chain of events in Lily's mother's ancestry, leading to her nonexistence in present day society.

Her father came from the city and hadn't been affected by the change in the small village's history but the lack of Lily's mum's existence meant that he'd never found a reason to do anything other than simply pass by the place.

Due to his Scandinavian roots, Madeline and the blacksmith becoming Lord and Lady of the land of Hexcross, had no effect on Sam's family timeline either. As a young boy his parents had migrated to the north of England where he grew up unaffected.

Unaware of her misfortune, and in the cold darkness, Lily worked up the shorts from around her ankles to get dressed again after her time traveling back to present day, due to having sex with the blacksmith.

The poor fitting gaps around the wooden door of the room proved it to be daylight outside, as she twisted her metal waist belt and brought her cuffed hands to one side, to feel her way into fastening up her clothes.

Understanding why, but nevertheless pissed off at the shackles still around her wrists, she ran towards the door and turned her back on it to grab the handle.

Lily found that she could rattle the catch as much as she wanted but the door to the witch's chamber wouldn't open.

She knew that the deadbolt on the outside would be unopen-able from within, even with her hands free, and the viewing hatch open, she still wouldn't have been able to reach the lock from the inside of her prison.

"FUCK!"

Lily repeatedly kicked the door with the heal and sole of the only boot she wore, trying to do damage to the ancient wooden structure, stopping when her eyesight became accustomed to the light and she could see the huge, modern-day difference inside.

It didn't take long to realise that the room which had once made up part of her apartment, had become a mausoleum for Madeline and her husband.

Two stone built crypts were ageing side by side, each telling the date of their occupant's death as being 1638 for her husband, and 1644 for Madeline.

As well as their epitaph's, a base stone of the arched entrance to the coffin of Madeline, had the inscribed the words,

'The riches of Lily's lay within your heart.'

Before beginning to unravel the encrypted message, she realised that the sideways love heart on the step next to it, had to be directed towards her or her boyfriend, Sam.

The sight of the blacksmiths tomb seemed difficult to comprehend, as she'd been with him only seconds ago, yet it seemed he'd died over 400 years ago. This distracted her mind from the frustration of it being his doing that had hammered her wrists closed into the manacles, attached to her waist belt, behind her back.

Self-preservation told her to get out of there, but the bolted door kept her locked up in what Madeline and her husband had cleverly claimed forever to themselves, by turning the domed ceilinged chamber, into a crypt.

Calling for help did Lily no good. The frequency of her shouting decreased over time, leading to her slumping for hours in the silence of tomb, listening to nothing but the occasional bird chirping outside the tunnelled corridor leading off to the left of the wooden door.

Wondering what had happened to her other boot, the excited yap of a dog's bark, brought back hope.

She jumped up onto the uneven height of her feet again and began yelling at the top of her voice.

"HELP! HELP!"

Quietening down to listen, she awaited eagerly for another bark, to see if the dog's position had moved closer or further away.

Hearing nothing, she yelled out repeatedly in frustration, kicking the door with her heel again and again.

The wine and three barks of a black Labrador trying to get through the barred gate at the end of the corridor, attracted the attention of its owner, who Lily heard whistling for the dog's return.

Another frenzied moment of kicking and screaming finally payed off.

"Who's in there?" A well-educated man's voice responded.

"HELP ME!" She shouted. "I NEED HELP!"

"Who are you?" He asked.

"MY NAME IS LILY, AND I'VE JUST TRAVELLED THROUGH TIME!"

The agonising silence that followed whilst the man comprehended the madness of the situation, needed breaking. "ARE YOU STILL THERE?"

"Yes I'm still here." He replied, rattling the padlock on the chain holding the gate closed. "How did you get in there?"

"It's a long story." She now spoke loudly rather than feeling the need for shouting. "Can you let me out?"

"I'll have to get the keys." He reassured her. "Who locked you in there?"

"Nobody."

"Then how did you get in?" He asked.

"Just get me out of here and I'll explain."

"I'll need to get the keys first."

"Ok. Go get them?"

"Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be back." He pre-warned her. "Who are you again?"

"Lily."

"I'm Marcus. Marcus the third. I live here." He bragged, boasting of his father's wealthy estate that he assumed everybody, including Lily knew about. "I'll be back shortly."

The twenty-one-year-old, ran with his dog back to the manor house to fetch the key for the padlock securing the chain, that held the gate closed at the end of the tunnel, leading to the ancient wooden entrance door of Lily's prison.

Alone and breaking into a sweat, he ran back down the grassy embankment to the crypt without letting a sole know of his discovery.

"Are you still there?" He called into the arched tunnel through the bars of the gate.

"Yes I'm still here."

He clunked open the padlock and rattled the chain links from around the gate, enabling him gain access to the five-meter stretch of corridor leading to the entrance of the burial chamber.

The sound of freedom getting closer came as a massive relief to Lily, who blew the hair from her face in preparation of her introduction to the man she knew only as Marcus.

What she assumed to be the bolt of the wooden door made a loud thud before the brightness of the light silhouetting the man, caused Lily to quiver with blindness until her eyes had time to adjust to the change.

"What the hell is going on?" The posh man asked. His initial thoughts of seeing the pretty girl dressed with only one boot, tight shorts and a bust lifting knotted shirt, made him think this must be some kind of prank. "What the hell are you doing in here dressed like that?"

All his life he'd had fake girls chasing him for his future wealthy fortune, so he couldn't rule out this being another one of life's scams to be tackled. Although ok in the city, this sort of attire in the traditional village of Hexcross, had been known to tarnish a girl's reputation more towards the slutty side.

Lily's introduction to Marcus, struck her as him being of a judgmental character, and clearly not happy about seeing her in his property. However, his well-dressed and well kempt stature, came as a somewhat relief from the medieval Neanderthals she'd recently had to contend with.

"Can you help me?" She asked, turning slightly to show him the cuffs attached to the metal waist belt behind her back.

"What on earth?" He said, standing and inadvertently blocking the doorway. "Who did this to you?"

"If that's the blacksmith's body in there then I've a feeling it was him." She replied, not considering how ridiculous she may have sounded.

The only explanation for her presence in the crypt could be that of criminal intent. Breaching the locked gate to place herself in such a compromising situation seemed an extreme way of setting him up, but with her lack of panicking and no other evidence or anybody else around, his suspicions were strong.

"I'm calling the police." Marcus took the phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen. "How did you get in here?"

"Wait!" She snapped. "Don't call the police, just let me out of here."

He lowered his phone to question the situation. "What is this?"

"This. Is a relief that you found me, that's what this is." She began, "Although, it seems something has gone slightly wrong with the timeline and I might have to go back and correct it."

"Who are you?" He asked, "More to the point, what are you?"

"Ha." Lily laughed. "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm a time traveller and this is supposed to be my bedroom, and that the easiest way to put things right, would be to have sex in here, right now?"

"All I know is that the news of my father's illness has spread far enough to bring out all the gold digging women in the area, so I'm calling the police because you wearing those things on your wrists tells me that this approach is way over my head."

"Look, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true."

"Are you a prostitute?" He asked.

The word prostitute seemed a bit harsh but it had been said and couldn't now be retracted. "I'm beginning to feel that way." She replied.

"Who are you then?" He said, pressing the screen of his phone in anticipation of her response.

Lily told him her name and address, which didn't exist, as it happened to be the very spot they were standing but in a different time dimension. A search for her parents came back with nothing, other than her father being a man living his life in the city. Lily's mum didn't exist as generations ago, her ancestors had never met, due to changes in the evolution of the village of Hexcross.

"Enough bullshit!" He told her, noticing the blank look of emptiness on her face. "Who are you, why are you lying, and why are you avoiding the police?"

"Sam." She replied, "Ok, search for my boyfriend Sam."

Marcus held his patience and found any results he could, on the man she claimed to live with.

The contact details of a chartered surveyor's business came back, with a picture of the only man who could get her out of this situation.

"Call him." Lily insisted.

Suspicious of this being part of the scam to extort his inheritance, he anonymously dialled the number in front of him.

In the silence of the room, Sam's voice could be heard answering Marcus's cautious questioning as his eyes became fixated on the girl in front of him.

"Sorry to bother you, but I have a lady here called Lily, who insisted that I contact you as she claims you are he boyfriend."

"Sorry whoever you are, I'm not interested. I'm a married man." Sam replied down the phone with his recognisable tone of voice. "I don't know anybody called Lily."

"SAM!" She shouted out.

Instinctively, Marcus clapped his hand over her mouth, which due to his panic driven excessive force, shocked her as it accidently slammed her head back against the wall.

Seeing him hang up the call, Lily kicked him with her single boot, and screamed, causing noticeable injury to Marcus's leg as she tried to run for the door.

Not wanting any escalation of the situation by letting her go communicate with the outside world, to throw accusations in his direction, he grabbed the ring attaching her wrist cuffs to her waist belt and dragged her back towards him. "NO YOU FUCKINGWELL DON'T!" Using his free hand, he flung her around and down to the floor, holding on to her from behind as she landed, so she could settle on the ground gently without being hurt.

"Why are you hiding from the police? Is it because you're known to them as a fucking sex worker?"

"No, I'm not. They just won't believe me that's all."

"Bullshit! Who are you working with? You're just another fucking prick teasing fraudster aren't you? I don't believe for a second that you're brave enough to come soliciting on my property, and offering me sex, without canoodling with someone else, so who are you working with?"

"LET ME GO!" She shouted as Marcus rolled her onto her front and crossed her lower legs to fold them up behind her in a wrestling hold.

"AHHHH!" Lily screamed out in pain where he held her in position with one hand, and reached back to grab the discarded chain he'd dumped on the floor after unlocking the gate when he'd entered.

As though rehearsed, he wrapped the chain around her crossed, unevenly dressed ankles and threaded the hasp of the padlock through two of the links where they met in the middle. Before closing the shackle, he passed the remainder of the chain through the metal ring behind her, then intentionally captured the end of it in the awaiting hasp, with a satisfying click.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" She cried out with her head to one side above the cold stone floor.

"This is what you get for attacking me." He warned her, "Tell me, why are you avoiding the police?"

"If you get the police involved, then I'll be forced to tell them that you did this to me, so let me go!"

Marcus gripped a mess of her hair, pressed the side of her face against the ground and moved his head down to her ear. "You'll tell them that you did this to yourself. What I'm doing to you is called a citizen's arrest, you street walking, disease riddled, gold digging, dirty little tramp."

The certainty of his truth hit her hard. Not only did she not exist in this modern time, but his words brought the reality of her need to get cleaned up before standing any chance of rectifying her situation.

"I need your help." She begged, "Nothing is quite as it seems."

"Are you going to start telling me the truth then?" He asked.

"You won't believe the truth." She told him.

"You have ten seconds before I lock that door again, and call the police."

"I'm a time traveller and I came back in time from the past." Lily panicked, making no sense at all, "Me and Sam were having sex when I was sent back to the sixteen-hundreds, then I had to have sex with the blacksmith to get me back here, but something has gone wrong and I need sex with someone right now, so that I can travel back in time again and put things right.

The problem with you telling the police is that they'll put me in an asylum the moment I start talking about witchcraft."

"Maybe an asylum is where you belong." She heard him say, followed by the darkness of the wooden door being closed from the outside.

"YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME!" She screamed.

Laying painfully hog chained on the cold floor, the relief of Marcus's return with the offerings he'd had made by his father's kitchen staff, couldn't come quickly enough.

The rumbling grunt of the door announced his welcome arrival but the smell of the warm hotdog, kept her quiet and willing to do anything he wanted for just a taste of what he held in his hand.

Observing the rattle of the huge amount of chain he carried in his other hand didn't matter to her at that moment, she just wanted the food.

Kneeling down, he pooled the chain onto the floor and presented the hotdog to her lips.

"Mm." She groaned as the bread hardly touched the sides.

Marcus took a glass bottle of sparkling water from his back pocket and placed it on the floor next to her head, where she lay on her side chewing his welcome food.

Paranoid of the trouble she could still get him into, and worried of how she may go about it, he pressed her further. "Tell me again how you got in here?"

Not wanting to jeopardise the current pleasantries, she replied with a nod, insinuating that she would explain when she'd finished eating.

Placing the plate of food on the floor for her to eat on her own, didn't remove the elephant in the room of the mountain of metal he'd brought back with him.

Marcus unlocked the padlock from around her ankles, allowing her legs the freedom to go straight, but quickly picked up the end of the pile of chain and locked it around her neck as she continued eating.

"You don't need to do that." She requested, far too late for him to change his mind.

Marcus opened the bottle of water and held it in a position where she would have to sit up to drink it.

Without concentrating on what Lily's lips were doing, he fished out the other end of the chain from the pile and stood to take a second padlock from his pocket, in obvious preparation of attaching it to something secure.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"I'm not going to call the police, and I am going to help you." He replied. "But I would like you to start confessing to the truth."

Lily stood, not knowing how to respond to his offer of help. She could tell his eyes were giving her the once over, so she tactfully turned around to show herself off.

"How did you end up working as a call girl?" He asked, still accusing her of being part of a more complex deception scandal. "Was it drugs?"

"I'm a time traveller."

Marcus approached her and insultingly manhandled one of her tits. "How much do you charge?"

"Excuse me!" Lily stared him in the eyes with disbelief. "You know what! Fuck it! You're an attractive man, why don't you have a go for free then I can prove to you that I can travel through time?"

"Sex before marriage is not my thing." He replied, holding the chain in his hand, whilst walking around behind her and reaching down for a cheeky touch of the bulging buttock peeping through the slit in the back of her tight denim cut-off jeans. "I don't know what you're expecting to do when you need to go to the toilet with your hands like that?" He pointed out.

"I can reach to get undressed." She told him.

Marcus bent down slightly and caught a whiff of her pungent sex soaked shorts. "Take them off." He said, insisting on making use of his housemaid's services by laundering her clothes for her.

"Why?" She asked, not sure of his intentions.

"Because until you explain to me who you are I'm quite compelled to treat you like a whore who has been paid to extort me, so do as you are told and take them off." Without giving her a chance he dragged her backwards towards the wall where the rusty ring remained a fixture.

Poking the chain through the ancient circle, allowed him to pull down on it and pin her against the brickwork with gentle enough force not to choke her.

"Ok. Ok!" She squirmed.

Lily demonstrated how she could rotate the waist belt and bring her hand to the side, far enough to unfasten her belt buckle and shorts.

As ordered, she dropped them to her ankles and pulled her dirtying white sock covered foot through them first, followed by tugging and stamping the boot of her right foot free of them too.

"Underwear too." He demanded. "Don't tell me you're shy."

She pulled down her dirty underwear and kicked it away.

"Now that." He pointed to the boot of her right foot. "What happened to the other one?"

Struggling to kick it off, she eventually revealed a matching but much cleaner white sock.

"Those as well." Still holding the chain, her rattled it back through the ring, allowing her to squat down and take off her socks with her fingers.

"What about the shirt. Does that come off?"

"Not with my hands cuffed like this." She pointed out.

Bending down, he picked up her clothes. "I'll either have to cut your shirt off or get you some deodorant."

"Deodorant please." She turned away to keep her privacy, and show off the naked behind that she'd caught him looking at earlier, all the time, keeping her head facing him with a hard to maintain smile on her face.

"Cute tattoo." He acknowledged, referring to the bright red love heart, pointing forward of her hip.

The look he returned as he walked towards the door, told Lily that there would be a definite attraction towards her if she could make a move quickly enough.

"Out of curiosity." He asked, "How many men do you have on a good night?"

"I have been faithful to one man for the past two years until I started time travelling, where I've had to use a surrogate man, to get myself back here." She said, nodding her head towards the stone slab of the blacksmith's coffin.

Marcus shook his head at the strength of her conviction, wondering if there might be an element of delusion involved.

Looking down for the open padlock, he saw it on the ground attached to the end link of the long chain, which rattled its way further and further through the rusty ring in the wall each time she moved.

"Well if you're a time traveller, I'd Better secure this here, just in case you try nipping out for a lottery ticket." He joked, locking the open padlock to the ancient ring above Lily's head, and allowing her the whole generous length of slack to walk around or lay down if she so whished.

"Tell me something." She asked, shuffling her body in front of him to block his path whilst purposely clunking her wrist cuffs loudly to remind him of her powerless vulnerability. "Does me now being naked like this, make you feel more afraid of sex?"

"I'm not afraid of anything you have to offer."

"No, you might not be afraid of me, but you do feel threatened by sex don't you?" She challenged him whilst mirroring his steps sideways as he tried to pass by and get away from her. "If you still think I'm a prostitute, then you won't feel so bad about showing me how you would touch a woman."

Marcus raised his hand in a threat to strike her at the side of her head. "You'd better get out of my way before I take you up on that offer."

"Not my face!" She spun her back and leaned her body to cower away from him.

Marcus looked down to see her hands pulling up as high as the cuffs would allow, displaying the fruits of her behind, to which he mistakenly interpreted as 'Hit me here instead.'

"How can I be offensive to you when you know I can't hurt you." She said, rotating her head around to warn herself of any imminent slapping.

Turning away again left his eyes free to focus on her bare cheeks, available and awaiting his discretionary assault.

Brought up by his parents as a religious boy, Marcus had to laugh at the irony of his father's advice to his son. Amongst other words of wisdom, these two phrases stuck out at that precise moment in time.

'Taste everything offered to you at least once.' and 'Embrace anything you like with both hands.'

His single, free index finger traced a curve along the lower dome of her left cheek, causing it to tense and wobble briefly, potentially in expectation of a strike. His entire palm then followed, cupping the full buttock, and completing his grope with a secure yet gentle squeeze of his fingers.

Backing up towards him slightly, she pivoted her body around the firm grip he held on her as she spoke to him. "Keep your hand on me for a second."

She began whispering to him once satisfied that his eyes had noticed the convincing look of surrender in hers. "Why did you put this chain on me?" She then looked directly at his lips, preparing herself to stop talking the moment they began to move, "Is it because you intend keeping me here?"

Removing his hand from her behind, his fingers raised her chin so that he could watch the reaction in her face when he gave her the news.

"The chain is locked around that tender little neck of yours because the bolt on the outside of the door doesn't work." She frowned in confusion, knowing that she'd tried to open it. "It's just stiff and needs pulling hard."

Being told of her mistake which sounded like it would have led to freedom, wiped the expression from her face.

Intent on destroying any hopes of her release, and encouraged by this devastated look, made Marcus smile, before basking in his own feeling of superiority.

Bowing her head in defeat, she happened to notice the unmistakeable movement of an erection, pulsing just once in his trousers, which exchanged the triumphant smile of supremacy, from his face to Lily's.

Caught out in a moment of weakness, personal pride immediately took over the shame of admitting his sexual attraction towards this girl he'd supposed to have been mocking.

"Over there and face the wall!" He ordered her, pointing in the direction he meant.

More than satisfied with the way things were going, she silently shuffled her bare feet over to the brickwork, positioning herself quite some distance from the ring holding the other end of her neck chain.

Her position gave Marcus the view he needed to charge his memory and store the image of the beautiful forbidden mounds of naked flesh that had just sexually tipped him over the edge.

Even without the incredible tightness of 'Shape enhancing shorts', her features looked perfectly in proportion with her legs and body. He admired how each side of her firm rump supported itself unaided, mainly through nature but partly due to her rigorous workout routine.

In an attempt to replenish his honour, Lily withheld from mentioning his erection, instead she handed him back a little authority by saying, "Thank you for the food Sir."

Before leaving he strode over to her obedient, semi-naked body to feel with his palm, the smooth skin making up the other cheek of her cool milky soft flesh.

The leather belt still threaded through the loops of her scrunched up shorts in his hand, gave him the idea of putting the frighteners on her with a simple threat to confirm who was in charge. Tugging on the buckle he dropped the rest of the clothes to the floor and pulled out his instrument of choice from the bundle.

By folding the length in half, then in half again, it became rigid enough to be placed under her nose so she could identify the belt by its smell.

Moving back slightly, he traced the edge of the leather over both cheeks of her backside as he knelt down to pick up her underwear.

Once kneeling, he raised his head and stared directly at the attraction in front of him.

Impossible to resist, his lips planted a sensual peck, one on each side, followed by the inhalation of a lung full of air as he touched his nose against her. The thought of what he could do to her, and the smell of her scent forced him to surrender to his yearning.

"A man could definitely get himself into trouble in this prohibited area." He confessed, admitting his lust for what his ethics wouldn't allow.

Lily felt delighted by his overwhelming urge for sexual contact breaking through his religious morals, meaning that she'd achieved what had to be done by any woman who needed to time travel from within the witches' chamber.

Rejoicing in the knowledge that his desire for her had taken over his mind, she felt confident that she knew how to play this familiar scenario from now on.

Leaning back, Marcus took hold of the metal cuff of her right wrist. "Now that your neck is in chains, and providing you start telling me who you really are, then I might consider removing these for you?"

Knowing that time traveling relied on her being suitably restrained to not fight her demons at the moment of orgasm, gave grounds for panic. Having him interfering by cutting her wrists free would be a huge backwards step.

"No, leave them. I don't want you to touch them. They've been put on me for reasons that I don't fully understand, but I need to keep them on because I believe my fate relies on them." Lily turned around to judge his reaction. "So I'll keep them on if you don't mind."

Offended at having his generous offer of help thrown back in his face, he raised his eyebrows to look up at her in obvious disbelief.

"Oh dear!" He said, "Indeed, oh dear. Maybe I should add my own little signature then."

He straightened out the leather belt in his hands and wrapped it around her ankles, taking care to cross it twice through the middle, leaving just enough to buckle it tightly at the front where she would struggle to reach.

"If you want to insult my kindness." He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to shuffle her feet around to face him, "Then that's fine by me." With his free hand returning to the comfort of her behind, he pulled her against him to keep her balanced.

Expecting a reluctant reaction, and to add further insult, he lunged his lips forcefully against hers, taking advantage of her having no way of fighting him off.

Worried that her plan may have already taken a turn for the worst, she quickly exchanged her tongue for his, and mocked him with an exaggerated animalistic lapping of the inside of his mouth.

Tickled and not realising her ridicule, he held himself against her to continue with this curious yet sensual, childish act of kissing until his conscience reminded him that none of this should not be happening at all.

Harmlessly entertained to the point of chuckling, he pulled away from her with an amused smile on his face and turned to wipe his mouth on his arm.

Lily quietly celebrated another unexpected victory as he looked back at her, still smiling and shaking his head.

"You seem well versed in the art of seduction, you must be very good at your job." He insulted her. "But it's not going to work. My parents brought me up too well to shy away from falling for such a honey trap."

"I'm not out for your money." She emphasised. "I just need sex to work the spell that will get me home. So you see, that's why I need to get in touch with Sam, unless you're going to offer and oblige? It would be with no strings attached and I'll be back in the 1600s, so nobody would ever find out.

She lowered her head and looked wide eyed at him, in time for him to notice, but blatantly refuse by spinning around and heading for the door. "I just need to get home." She called out.

Ducking through the arched frame he groaned the door closed behind him, plunging her into a mild darkness.

The dull chime of the metal gate at the end of the corridor banging shut, gave her the all clear to kneel down and tackle the belt buckle from around her ankles.

Keeping her eyes closed accelerated the speed of her vision adjusting to the low light, meaning after only a few minutes she could see well enough again.

By grabbing hold of the door catch, she pulled and jerked it towards her, gradually inching the antique arched door open, to introduce daylight once more.

The leafy ground of the corridor, that she knew all too well as being the entrance to her apartment in another life, led the way out into what she could see to be a field of grass between her and woodland.

The chain padlocked around her neck taunted her, reminding her of how close she'd come to freedom if only she'd pulled harder at the door earlier, instead of pointlessly kicking at it.

The barred gate had been swung closed, but remained unlocked, against its rusty old keep, mounted securely into the stonework at the side.

Lily couldn't know that the short chain used to hogtie her had been previously securing this gate, meaning that she couldn't have escaped even if she had dragged the wooden door open.

The neck chain halted her progression once it became tight against the side of the open door.

Looking back, she realised that the chain would give her the three-foot width of the door if she could swing it high enough up and pull it over the arched top of the old wooden structure.

This worked a treat, stopping her just out of reach of the unlocked gate.

Studying the bars, she could see a layer of rust over them, proving them to be old but still purposeful.

"HELLO." She called out into the woodland in front of her. "IS THERE ANYBODY THERE?"

In the direction of the Packhorse tavern, over the grassed area and through the trees she could see a high brick wall forming the boundary of the estate that Madeline had created to protect the chamber, ensuring nobody could build in, on, or around it, to preserve it for years to come.

Understanding calling for help being pointless, Lily stopped and listened through the silence to the distinctive sound of a ride-on lawn mower, somewhere out of sight.

Nervous, Lily walked back into the domed chamber and studied the inscription which referred to the sideways love heart tattoo's, on her and Sam's hip. 'The riches of Lily's lay within your heart.'

"You two really weren't poets were you." She mumbled. "So are you telling me that there is something of value below this step with the heart on it? Well it better be some of them gold coins that I found for you.

She continued looking around and noticed another inscription saying, 'RESTRAINED SEX IN HERE', below the rusty ring, set into the wall where the padlock held the other end of her neck chain.

"I'm guessing you've done it in here again, and you're waiting for me to have sex like this, so that we can switch places once more."

The noise of the tractor outside sounded like it was heading for a pass in front of the gate so Lily ran to catch the driver's attention.

"HELP ME!" She shouted as loud as she could, to overcome the noise of the mini tractor and permeate his ear defenders.

The driver turned and did a double take, with his second glance at her forcing him to leap from the seat, and kill the engine by letting go of the dead man's handle.

"CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE?" She repeated, watching the man stumble backwards towards the trees, whilst ripping the noise protecting shells from his ears.

Holding and kissing the lucky charm he wore around his neck, the simple gardener made strange high pitched warbling sounds as he tried to pray and scream at the same time.

The night time loner had watched enough horror films to know that evil entities portray themselves through attractive hosts, and this manifest was the kind of beautiful woman who would never normally talk to a misfit like him.

Realising she'd spooked the man, she continued to call out to him, fearing he may run away. "Don't worry, I'm not a ghost."

The terrified man looked behind him and contemplated running into the darkness of the trees but the thought only added to his fear, so he stopped on the grass edge and stared back at the semi-naked, servant of the devil, in the crypt on the opposite side of his tractor.

"I need your help to get out of here."

The man froze and shook his head, waving his hands with a defensive stop gesture, as if to say don't harm me.

"Any chance you could come over here please so we can talk?" She tempted him. But he didn't move.

"Do you have a phone I can borrow?"

Nodding his head, he produced a phone from his pocket and held it out for her to somehow reach the fifty yards, through the bars and magically take from him.

"Could you bring it over here to me?" She asked him without any deserving sarcasm.

Still holding out the phone at arm's length, he shook his head and started looking to his left at the most obvious route to make a run for it.

"I need you to call my boyfriend Sam."

The man poised his finger over the screen, waiting to judge whether or not it would be safe or sensible to carry out this request.

"The problem is I don't have his number, so I'm going to need your help to look him up for me. Would you mind?" She watched him pressing the screen a few times, so she spelled out his name and explained his occupation as an architect. "You should be able to find his business address and number somewhere."

From this distance Lily didn't stand a chance of reading what the trembling man typed as he agreed it safe to hit the search button for matches to that name and profession.

"Do you have a saw that you could cut this chain with?" She asked, interrupting his interpretation of the search results, by twisting her body slightly, and giving him a glimpse of a cuff attached to the back of her waist belt.

The mention of her imprisonment needing a chain cutting off her neck to be able to get to him, gave him enough encouragement to make a run for it. His Obsessive compulsive disorder however, wouldn't allow him to leave the tractor, so after replacing his ear defenders, he dived onto the seat of the lawnmower and fired it into life.

"WAIT!" She shouted out to him. "DON'T GO!"

The tractor trundled away at its snail's pace, and disappeared out of sight, getting quieter and quieter until she eventually heard it shut off.

"FUCKING SHIT!" She spat, thinking back to how she'd scared off the simple minded jailor when She'd first arrived back in 1609, and how now she'd just done it again.

Giving up on escape for now, she watched the sundial of trees rotate their shadows along the grass in front of her, allowing her some idea of the hours that were passing.

Tending to his ill father's needs, single Marcus again had a grilling about his sexuality and given the religious rites of marriage and sex, until interrupted by a message from the irate gardener who insisted on speaking to the lord of the manor.

Still on edge, Marcus responded to the call of duty and jogged down the grand staircase to meet him in the foyer.

The gardener had to be ushered into a reception room and calmed down as he ranted on about the dead rising in the crypt. Marcus had to think quickly on his feet and came up with an apology.

"I'm really sorry." He began, "We gave a music group permission to film in the mausoleum. Father must have forgotten to tell you. That girl will only have been playing a joke on you probably for interrupting their recording. Take the rest of the day off and don't go down there disturbing them again. They won't be there tomorrow, I promise."

Relieved at seeing off the gardener, Marcus headed for the kitchen, on his way passing by a middle-aged maid who purposely headed in his direction to pull him aside.

"These garments you asked to be laundered are ready sir, shall I put them in your room?" impressed at the two-hour turnaround of Lily's clothing in the washer dryer, he smiled and thanked her. "Errm, no. I'll take them with me if you don't mind."

The presence of female underwear amongst the washing, told the housekeeper that he had a girl in his room.

"Don't let your father catch her up there master Marcus." The motherly figure of a maid warned him, "Breaking your vow of celibacy before marriage, or indeed any illegitimate pregnancy will certainly see your inheritance go to your sister remember."

"It's not like that." Marcus laughed.

"None of us wish to see her running the estate, do we?" She sided with him.

"Go have a look if you don't believe me."

The housekeeper closed her eyes and turned away, releasing him from his caution by the woman who'd played a large part in his childhood upbringing.

Running to his room, he packed lily's shorts and underwear into a backpack, with a small washbag, together with his own change of clothes, purposely keeping his load light, to prevent being asked any questions on his way out.

Creeping around to his car, he waited until the stable hand had rounded the corner before taking off down the hill towards the crypt.

The expensive looking Mercedes sports car, hurtling over the grass broke the silence, pulling up directly outside the gate to reveal Marcus climbing out in a hurry.

"Back inside!" He ordered, waiving the one hand in the direction he wanted her to go, whilst carrying the bag in the other and following behind until they were safely hidden behind the wooden door.

Taking the bag from his shoulder, he slipped his hand inside to pull her clothes out.

"Put these on." He stooped down and held her underwear for her to step into, followed by her shorts which didn't want to go on so easily. "Are these actually yours?" He asked, questioning the tightness of their fit.

"Yes, let me do it." She replied, twisting the belt around to fasten the top button with a well-practiced sucking in of her tummy and a one handed buttoning up.

"They just seem a little tight to me. Probably shrunk in the wash." Marcus watched her working, in amazement. "It's quite impressive how agile those nifty little nimble fingers of yours are." He complimented her. Next he dressed her feet with the socks but left the lonesome boot in the corner of the room.

"We're going on a little journey." He announced.

"Where are you thinking of taking me?" She panicked, pulling on her wrists. "We can't leave here. Not with me like this."

"I can't risk you being found again, like what just happened with the gardener, so we're going on a trip to somewhere we won't be disturbed by anyone."

Looking into her pleading eyes, he smiled as if to comfort her. "You ever been to Suffolk?"

The helpless look of concern staring back, gave all the reasons in the world for him to kiss her where she stood. "It'll be fun, just the two of us."

As he spoke, his hands reached behind her and took hold of her two recently repackaged globes, to test their firmness by pulling her close to him.

Lily panicked and kissed him once on the lips, "Why don't we make love here before we go?" She asked in desperation of not wanting to leave the witches chamber.

Marcus refused to answer, convinced that she was only out for one thing. "You're going to like where I'm taking you." He pulled her harder against him, pressing his erection through their clothes.

Feeling a desperate last minute twinge, she ground her crotch up and down over his bulging mound, and forced her tongue into his mouth in a last ditch attempt at convincing him to make love to her in the witches chamber, without taking her away.

Squeezing her bum cheeks, he slid his fingers forward, through her legs, and pressed firmly up into her groin to tease her from behind. Her determined moaning and frantic rubbing against his hand, intrigued him so much that he had to break the kiss off to pass comment. "Do you do this only for money or sometimes for fun?"

"Mmmm." She ignored him, planting her mouth against his once again, in desperate belief that she may be able to orgasm without full penetrative sex.

Marcus pinned her up against the wall and gave her a few more moments of enjoyment before shattering her hopes by twisting away and taking the padlock key from his pocket.

"let's get this thing off you and get going."

For fear of literally being kidnapped to another location she asked him, "Well are we coming back?"

"Probably." He dropped the long chain to the ground and held the lock in his hand. "In a couple of weeks. Why?"

This Lily could handle. She could work on him for the next week or two, then lure him into sex when they returned. "Good because I'd like a chance to finish off what you just started."

"No no." He told her. "There'll be no sex for me before marriage."

"Are you actually serious?" She frowned, receiving a raised eyebrow of confirmation and a guiding hand from him in return.

She allowed herself to be ushered out into the corridor, where she waited for Marcus to pull the thick wooden door closed behind him and hurry passed her to the car.

Holding the back door open he directed her to sit down, "Quickly."

"Wouldn't it be a bit less suspicious if I were to sit in the front?" She reasoned with him, after envisaging being covered over with some sort of blanket for the whole of the journey. "It's me remember, that doesn't want the police."

"Ok. Get in." He opened the passenger door and helped her drop down into the seat, before banging the gate closed behind him and climbing into the luxury car himself.

For the first time Lily saw the mansion house where Marcus lived as they drove past and out of the grounds.

"How long has that place been in your family?"

"The original part, where I live, was built four hundred years ago. Since then, bits have been added and it has continued to grow over the years." He took his eyes off the road to see her reaction. "But I'm sure you've researched all about my estate."

"Not really, but I'm pretty sure it will have been purchased with the proceeds of stolen gold from the Hexcross hoard that I personally introduced to your family, in 1609."

"You'll have to drop this charade and start talking if you want me to help you. What would you do if I stopped the car right here and kicked you out?"

Lily realised that if she were to continue telling the incredible truth, then she would run the risk of being banished, and therefore wouldn't be able to trick him into sex when they returned from wherever they were going in Suffolk.

"Ok, fine. What do you want to know?"

"Let's begin with who are you?"

Lily started talking with her full name, date of birth and address, hitting his curiosity significantly enough for him to pull the car over.

Inputting a genealogy search of her family name into his phone produced no hits at all, so he pressed her further by asking about her parents individually. This search again produced no results for her mother, however he did find that her father existed, but had married someone other than Lily's mum and had only ever had two sons.

Marcus gave her a confused look and pulled the car onto the road to continue their journey, not intending to stop again until she could give him something better to continue researching with.

The hospital where she worked had been built, and Marcus recognised her school's name, but when he looked at her once again for further questioning, all of a sudden, the lively girl sitting next to him, had suddenly drained of all her energy and drifted into a world of her own.

He left her with her thoughts for a sufficient amount of time, until they eventually came across civilisation again, in the form of traffic congestion.

"And that man Sam who you wanted me to contact, is he your ex?" He asked, trying to snap her out of her daze.

Still staring out of the window, she mumbled back, "Seems that way."

"So are those your kids?" He asked, pulling the car to a stop in the queue of cars.

"What kids?" Lily finally reacted, by frowning at his question.

"The two kids he has." Marcus took the phone from his pocket and began swiping the screen, before turning it around to reveal a picture of, her man Sam, with two young children, both of whom had his unmistakeable facial characteristics and unarguably his eyes.

He could tell he'd hit a nerve and gave her all the time she needed to study the picture in front of her.

Holding back her tears, Lily sighed and looked out of the window at all the familiar landmarks going past that hadn't been changed by the interference of time, and questioned if witchcraft was to blame for her influence over the blacksmith, being the cause of her personal demise.

"The truth is, I don't know anything anymore. I don't know who he is, or who I am, or who my parents are, or how I came to be in your stupid fucking crypt dressed like this."

As her sobbing broke through, Marcus reached into the glove box for a packet of tissues so he could wipe the tears from her face.

Hours later, the car stopping woke Lily, giving her chance to look around her surroundings now that darkness had begun to set in.

Through her window, a brass naming plate on the left side stone gatepost shocked her as a place she'd once read about.

"Please tell me I'm not going to Shackleton Grange!" She blurted out in an obvious panic.

"What the hell is Shackleton Grange?"

"Nothing. It's just an asylum that has strange goings on inside."

A lorry's headlights passing, cleared the way for Marcus to pull out at the roadworks that Lily hadn't paid any attention to, and set off driving again.

"Don't be so jumpy." He told her, brushing off her hysteria. "We're nearly there."

Light had continued to fade, so by the time they arrived, the building they were staying could only be made out by moonlight and the headlights of the car. Lily perked up at the sight of an old converted windmill with a domed roof, behind its electric gated surrounding walls, striking her by its originality and taking her by surprise.

"Is this it?" She asked.

"Yep, this is one of our holiday homes and it's yours for as long as you want." He announced, staring back at her with meaningful expression. "Lily. I like you, and I really want to help you. So please take as long as you need, and tell me if there's anything I can do for you."

Itching to get out of the car, she began by requesting freedom from the cuffs. "I suppose you can take these off me now. They are a bit pointless out here."

"That's a start. At least you're asking for something a normal person would." He said, waiting for the sliding gate to close before opening the car door and letting her out.

The ground floor had a bedroom with its own bathroom where Lily headed urgently.

Marcus had a brief look around for any tools like a hacksaw, but didn't search too hard as his intentions were never to allow her to run free until satisfied of the motive for her sudden and strange arrival in his life.

"I'm sorry, I can't find anything to cut them off. We'll have to wait until morning." He began explaining, walking into the bedroom to find her already sleeping face down on the bed.

Unable to take his eyes off the back of her clothed and cuffed up body, he began taking photographs of the beauty in front of him while she slept. The flash of one close up caused her to stir and blink her eyes open, catching him out.

"Are you taking pictures of me?"

"Just the one, you look so cute." He excused himself." "I'm afraid we'll have to wait till morning to get those cuffs off you because I don't have a saw and the shops are all closed."

"Mmmgg. Isn't it morning yet?" She groaned.

"Not yet." Marcus reached for her foot. "Let me help you."

Slowly tugging her socks off whilst she lay on her front, gave him a longer view of her behind where lust prevailed over reasoning and he decided to take complete control by straddling her knees and sitting his weight down on her calves.

"Were these shorts like this when you bought them?" He asked, making enough small talk to justify touching the little strip of flesh peeping out of the oddly misplaced rip.

Feeling the tickle of his thumb, stroking her bulge of cheek through the split in the denim, she thought it best to simply reply, "Yes." Rather than going through the unbelievable story of the blacksmith cutting them with an old pair of sheep shearing sheers in the year 1609.

The newly introduced sense of being in charge turned him on as he crawled up her body, stopping on the way to sink his teeth gently into the denim covered cheek, immediately above the slit in the fabric.

"Ouch." She said, sounding very relaxed, knowing they both knew it didn't hurt.

Marcus rattled the metal cuffs to tease her. "What you gonna do?"

Eventually dropping himself on the bed by her side, he stroked the hair from her face.

"Thank you." She said, now able to see again. "Do you want to take another picture?"

"I know I'm not doing a very good job of hiding my obsession for you, but I can't help it." He blurted out, committing to telling her his feelings, "You are so attractive."

"Thank you." She said again.

Studying him with her eyes, she passed judgement on his looks and agreed that although a little bit weird he wasn't such a bad catch after all. With Sam off the scene, what did she have to loose.

"Cuddle me." She asked.

Slipping his arm under her waist belt, prevented him trapping her skin between the bed and his fingers as he hauled her up to lay on top of him.

Curiously consenting and desperate to make love to this new man, she thought it best to explain her extreme reaction to orgasm, before he found out the hard way. "There's something I need to warn you about." She said, hovering her lips over his.

"Is it a disease?"

"NO. Silly." She laughed, pressing herself against him to test for an erection. "I have been known to have a strange agoraphobic reaction during sex, if I lose control of my body."

"What sort of reaction?"

"Well don't worry about it now, because my arms are restrained, but in future, I might get a bit violent when my body goes into spasm during orgasm."

"You're telling the wrong person." He replied. "Purity till marriage, that's my allegiance. Although I am the rebel in my family, I still have an honest side to me. That's why I brought you here, to save you too."

"Are you telling me that you will remain a virgin until you meet the right person?"

"That's the plan." He replied.

Turned off, and quite insulted, she rolled over and lay on her side, next to him with her eyes closed in protest.

With an almost painful erection, Marcus eventually nodded off next to her.

Lily woke the next morning and quietly carried out the ordeal of going to the toilet, making sure not to flush as it would wake Marcus.

Creeping back onto the bed, she slept again, until midday when He disturbed her by flushing after himself.

"I'll get us something to eat." He told her, finding her awake.

Although the kitchen lacked provisions, the freezer remained stocked with the usual meat, fish, oven chips etc. The bread buns and the bright sun, shining in through the window gave him an Idea.

Gas bottle connected to the barbeque, he defrosted the bread in the microwave and sipped slowly on a celebratory beer.

Half an hour or so later, Lily sheepishly appeared at the sliding open glass doors with her shirt hanging down over her waist.

"Hey." He welcomed her, feeling the effects of his second beer of the afternoon, on an empty stomach.

"Burgers smell lovely." She looked impressed at the setup he'd created in the garden.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked, taking hold of her shirt and knotting it up at her front, to expose her metal waist belt.

Looking into her eyes, he couldn't resist grabbing hold of the helpless girl by wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her on the lips.

Tasting only the drink on his breath, and having not cleaned her teeth, she decided that joining him would be the best course of action.

"Do you have any white wine?"

"Coming up."

Upon his return, she stood in front of him with her arms cuffed to the belt behind her back, unable to practically accept the drink from him.

"Can you do something about these?" She turned her hips to remind him of the bracelets she'd asked him to leave on her, in the hope that she might be able to seduce him in the crypt, before he'd brought her to the holiday home.

Firstly, he tipped the glass up to her lips for her to take a gulp.

"Are they hurting you?" He held her glass for her to have even more of the wine. "Back in Hexcross you told me that your fate relies on them."

"No." She shook her head, "That was back in the crypt. Down here in Suffolk they won't work."

Both glasses clunked down on the outside table to free up his hands. "Sorry, I can't."

"What do you mean?" She watched his fingers cup her breasts, providing guidance for his thumbs to tickle her nipples through her shirt.

"Well I can't drive." He confessed, "I've had too much to drink and I need to get a saw to cut them off." His hands then lowered to her hips and slid around behind to the pockets of her shorts where he pulled her in close to him. "Besides, I don't want you climbing these walls and running away."

"The burgers." She warned him, before he committed to another kiss.

Looking up, the surrounding walls of the grounds made her feel quite safe because of the way they shielded the two of them from view, if anybody were to be lost and passing by.

Although vulnerable, she liked Marcus and trusted that he would do her no harm.

Sitting next to him as he fed and applied her with more drink, the two cuddled under the shade, and talked about their likes and dislikes, rather than her extraordinary circumstances of how they came together.

Standing to use the toilet, she asked him, "You will look after me won't you?"

Jumping to his feet behind her, he patted her backside with both hands in turn. "Of course I will."

The barbeque folk laying on the grill caught his attention on his way past, and he imagined how hot it would still be if this weren't a gas flame unit, but real coals instead.

His alcohol complacent mind, then made an attempt at humour. "But only after I've branded my initials onto these two baby's with a hot iron."

Her lack of approval showed on her face by means of a frown, warning him not to overstep the line of trust between them. His obvious embarrassment gave her the confidence of this being nothing more than a shitty drunken joke.

However, the inconceivable thought of what he'd suggested, did act as a reminder of her vulnerability and non-existent insignificance, in the custody of this important, heir to his father's estate.