Damsels and Dames Modern Ch. 01

Damsels and Dames Modern Ch.1

This is my second story in this series the first being the prologue set in a medieval time, this is a continuation of that story in modern setting. This is also my second story of this nature ever and was being written whilst the prologue was being reviewed, so for the stylistic flow of the story I will attempting to follow the rough draft of that story sans any feedback. This is still something I'm working on and something I'm primarily doing as an outlet. As per the before this story is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18 and purely fictional. As a recap I am including the rules for the game here so I don't need to rewrite them every time. As a disclaimer this story does contain a bit of old English that I used a translator for as I'm not fluent in old English I'm assuming it is correct but if it is not I do apologize.

Game Rules

Arrange the placards in a Five by Five configuration, there must be at least one bedroom and one stairwell on the board. Roll the dice to determine who goes first and on your turn place your character in a bedroom and flip the smaller hourglass over you will have five (5) minutes to roll your dice and on a 1-3 you search the room drawing a Damsel card on a three (3), a Dame card on a two (2), or an Intrigue card on a one (1) and resolve any cards you draw. On a 4-6 you may move to an adjacent room or roll your die again to search your current room finding a Damsel card on a 1-2, a Dame card on a 3-4, or an Intrigue card on a 5-6. If you fail to finish your turn within 5 minutes you must draw an Intrigue card and end your turn. If you roll a one (1) on your initial roll you must roll your die again and play out both rolls sequentially, if you roll three (3) ones (1) in a row you must draw an Intrigue card, you loss your next turn and your turn ends. You and your fellow damsels and dames are tasked with escaping the board through either finding the key and leaving out the stairs or drawing a card that allows you to leave. Every ten (10) rounds the black knight will be placed on the board its placement on the board is two (2) rooms away from which ever player rolls lowest at the top of the round he would enter play(re-roll ties). He moves in a straight line towards the closest player and if you end the round in the same room as him you lose and must draw and complete one (1) challenge card within two (2) hours or suffer the consequences. Two (2) rounds after the black knight enters play a white knight will enter play two (2) spaces away from whomever rolls the highest at the top of the round (re-roll ties) and will move in a straight line toward the black knight. If both knights are in the same room at the end of the round remove both and restart the count till the black knight returns. Every player can win or every player can loss the outcome and whether or not you work together is entirely up to you.

Cast/Characters

Lexi Bailey Age 21 College Freshman

Sarah Scotts Age 22 College Junior

Thomas Davids Age 22 College Junior

Professor Rebecca Hill Age 38 Divorced college Professor Teaching History and Archaeology At Penwood college

Marcus Wells Age 35 Entrepreneur and Owner of Penwood Castle

Dean William Foster Age 53 Dean of Penwood Collage

Prologue

It's 1794 Castle Penwood burns the fire starting in the east wing and spreading throughout the wooden innards of the castle. No one knows why or how the fire started only that it seemingly claimed the lives of several of the castles staff along with the life of castles owner Lady Samantha Edmund, Seemingly being the operative word here as no bodies of those claimed in the blaze were ever found. In the coming years Castle Penwood would stand as burnt out and collapsing ruin until the modern day, when a local collage would begin a historical excavation of the once grand structure. Little did those involved know that somethings buried in the ruined castle didn't want to stay that way.

Modern day

"Fuck" Lexi exclaimed jumping as a portion of ruined wall collapsed into the burnt out basement below.

"And this why we are wearing protective gear everyone" Professor Hill spoke her voice even, as she acknowledged the young blond with a pang of subdued annoyance rising in the back of her mind. Normally a freshman wouldn't be allowed anywhere near a historical site such as this, but Dean Foster had insisted she open the trip to freshmen due to low engagement with the course, and a falling interest in the field as a whole. She scowled bile rising in her throat at the thought. He'd even gone so far as suggesting that they might have to cut the departments budget in the coming years citing a lack of tangible benefits to the college as a whole.

"And do not go off into the unmarked areas!" Professor Hill added "That includes you to Mister Davids." She chided a Junior at the back of the group with a pension for wandering off.

Lexi stood on the edge of the group looking at the skeletal husk of the castle sprawled before them, She didn't know why but something about it made her unease. "Not like I have choice." she thought to herself bitterly. Penwood college had not been her first choice for schooling but after her dad got sick his medical bills eating through any money the family had saved her choices were limited. She didn't even know any of the people here, she was taking paleontology only signing up for this excursion to fill in some credit hours and because it would look good on a resume. It would seem no one in her class had the same idea, and she was beginning to see why. Professor Hill was a cold and domineering woman, at first Lexi had been taken aback by the attractive Professor her long brown hair tied in a bun, her fit curvy figure that lent itself to anything she wore.

"Yeah maybe I'm Bi and easily taken in by a pretty face, doesn't mean she needs to be a bitch." Lexi thought to herself.

"Hey you okay?" a cheery voice cut through her wandering thoughts. Turning Lexi saw Sarah a junior with long black hair and an almost impossibly bubbly attitude. Shorter than Lexi and a little on the chubby side, Sarah wore a green t shirt, and a pair for denim jeans both of which seemed to struggle to contain her curves.

"Y.. Yeah I'm good." Lexi offered lamely she was never much of a social butterfly something that has come to bite her in the ass nonstop once she started college.

"Okay." Sarah bounced as she spoke causing Lexi to half expect her to break into a cheer routine "Do you already have a partner?" Sarah added.

"P.. Partner?" Lexi stammered out incredulously. Taken aback by the other young woman's forwardness.

"Yeah for the dig silly we work in groups. Makes it less likely someone gets hurt or breaks something I guess." She explained her blue eyes never leaving Lexi's green ones.

"N.. no Not yet was planning on just parring up if someone else didn't have a partner" Lexi spoke suddenly aware of the quizzical looks of the other students in the group.

"Nonsense you can be my partner." Sarah chimed matter of factly, placing her hands on her hips as if the matter was solved.

Lexi sighed internally "Well if I need a partner for this I guess the how or why doesn't matter one way or another." She offered a weak smile as she spoke. The group having started into the castle proper Lexi quickly added "Uhhh I think we're being left behind" Nodding Sarah turned bouncing off after the group. Lexi lingered sighing to herself that this was going to be a long day, and this dig was supposed to last the better part of three weeks.

"Um miss I think your groups leaving you." A deep voice starling her out of her melancholy. Turning she came face to chest with a rather tall, well dressed man his dark eyes seemed to drill into her.

"Uhh... i mean... ummm." Lexi stammered suddenly at a loss of words.

"Miss Bailey stick with the group!" Professor Hill's voice behind her causing Lexi to jump "And stop bothering Mr. Wells." she added admonishingly, striding over to her side.

The name stirred recognition in Lexi, Marcus Wells was a well known entrepreneur, his family owned the estate that Castle Penwood, along with several nearby parks sat on. He also personally funded a good portion of the collages various departments with several sizable donations.

"Oh she's one of yours Professor Hill, she was no bother." Mr. Wells spoke in a calm and assuring voice his brown eyes never leaving Lexi's. "And what do you think of the place Miss... Bailey was it?" He added whilst extending his hand to Lexi.

"L... Lexi" Lexi stumbling over her words her eyes unable to leave his as she placed her hand in his firm grip his size meaning his hand enveloped hers.

"Marcus" He had said with a smile.

"Lexi" Lexi said again her face suddenly flushing with embarrassment as she realized she was just babbling "I... I mean I think it's great that your letting us dig here and oh look your right my groups leaving it was a pleasure to meet you bye." She blurted before running off to the group face crimson with embarrassment.

Sliding back into the group Lexi found Sarah, looking at her disheveled state Sarah asked "Did something happen? One guys didn't try hitting on you did they?"

"What? No... no I just got a little behind the group and Mr. Wells saw me and came over and we talked and..?" Lexi spoke rapidly

Holding her hand up to stop her Sarah asked "Professor Hill didn't see you did she?"

"yes.... why?" Lexi asked her voice coming out small.

"Because Professor Hill has been giving him fuck me eyes every time she gets a chance to talk to him."

Sarah explained.

"oh.... oh no" Lexi whispered

Professor Rebecca Hill stomped after the group of students. She had doubled back to make sure none of the students where trying to slack off, only to find that ditz blonde freshmen chatting up Mr. Wells. After Miss Bailey had left Rebecca had tried to start up some small talk only for Mr. Wells to excuse himself saying he was needed else were. Between being saddled with other peoples students, well student, and the looming threat of her department being down sized Rebecca was already fuming. The idea that she was being up staged by some blonde bimbo made her blood boil. She formed an idea as she walked a vindictive smile creeping onto her face, she was going to stick that little tramp where neither she nor Mr. Wells would see her.

"Alright students gather around" Professor Hill announced to the group of students who were now milling about the castles courtyard. "If you don't have a partner now is the time to find one, as I will be handing out this weeks assignments" she added causing a buzz amongst the gathered students.

"Every one seems weirded out by that, why does everyone seem weirded out by that" Lexi asked Sarah a pang of anxiety playing in her voice. She had been dreading a confrontation with Professor Hill since that earlier that morning. But Professor Hill had seemed in good spirits when she caught up with the students so Lexi hoped she had been placated by her conversation with Mr. Wells.

"Well normally Professor Hill rotates assignments every other day" Sarah explained.

"Oh.... okay?" Lexi said her one eyebrow raised quizzically "So why is this so different" Lexi asked

"Well some of the assignments are... awful" Sarah stated "Last year on a trip out to the country we were digging up an old half buried barn, and some guys kept messing around not doing what they were supposed to... So they got put on the group digging up the farms plumbing." Sarah added a look disgust on her face.

"That doesn't sound to bad." Lexi said looking over at their professor as she was handing out task.

"You weren't there when they broke into the septic tank.... Hrkk" Sarah said her face gaining a hint of green as she gagged at the mere memory of the smell. "They smelled like it for the rest of the week."

Lexi looked Sarah in the eyes scanning the normally exuberant girls face hoping she was exaggerating. She was not, her face was dead serious. A feeling of dread rose from Lexi's stomach into her chest. As she turned she saw Professor Hill approaching her and Sarah purpose in her stride. As she got to them she held out small bit of paracord on the end of which danced a small wrought iron key.

"I have just the place for you two this way." Professor Hill said cheerily looking at the two young women as if challenging them to complain, the two shared a side long glance before moving to follow.

Lexi and Sarah stood in a store room at the base of the castle, the room was illuminated by several small electric lanterns that seemed to struggle to hold back the encroaching darkness. The room was dominated by a large reinforced metal door, added some time after the castle had burned to bar access to the partially sub terrain cellar. Professor Hill had deposited them here with instructions to first get the door open and then determine if was safe to excavate the cellar, and then set up lights within to facilitate said excavation.

"Well at least its not the cesspit" Sarah joked turning to Lexi. The young woman's grim expression telling her that she was in no mood for jokes. "Right sorry" Sarah offered in apology.

They worked in relative silence re-greasing the hinges and messing with the latching mechanism on the door. Getting the cellar door unlatched was the easy part the mechanisms simplicity combining with the fact that it was sheltered from the elements leaving it in surprisingly good condition. It ended up being a matter of spraying de-greaser into the keyhole and then jostling the latch for a few minutes to get the door open. As the door swung open a gust of cool air billowed out to great the two of them. Sharing an anxious glance Lexi and Sarah armed with flashlight entered in. The cellar was sprawling, a dark yawning labyrinthine expanse of cobwebs, rotted half burnt furniture, and god on knows what else stretched before them. The next few hours were spent moving into the cellar at a snails pace. Analyzing every creak and groan of the ancient structure while navigating through the dark Lexi and Sarah were able to get lights run to a decent amount of the main room.

As the day passed by Lexi became more and more aware of a fluttering warmth in her core. She caught herself several times daydreaming about Marcus, how his strong hands would feel exploring her. How he would smell her face buried in his broad chest, how he would taste. She tried her best to keep these thoughts at bay going so far as to splash cold water on her face when they took lunch. Alas this was to no avail as the precedent horniness seemed unwilling to abate. As the day drew to an end the sparse light that found it's way into cellar had begun fading with each passing minute. With a sigh Lexi stretched sweat causing her shirt to stick to her back, she was looking forward to a shower later. Despite the relative coolness of the cellar hauling all the extension cords and lights into place had still caused her to work up a sweat. Looking at Sarah she hadn't fared much better her hair pulled up into a ponytail several cobwebs clung to her, streaks of dirt and soot marred her arms and her pant legs. Lexi's eyes were drawn the Sarah's large breast, the fabric of her shirt which was already stretched thin had become translucent with sweat giving Lexi a tantalizing view of the curves underneath. Sarah wore a simple black bra which seemed insufficient to contain her breast.

"Hello... earth to Lexi" Sarah said melodically trying to shake Lexi from her stupor. "Hey.... HEY! Stop ogling my tits for second and listen." Sarah added the sudden acknowledgment of her leering gaze finally snapping Lexi back to reality.

"UH... I was... I just" Lexi stuttered her face once again flushing red.

"Mhmm just lost in thought" Sarah teased crossing her arms under her breast causing them to strain even more against the already taut fabric of her shirt. A laugh escaping her lips as Lexi's eyes widen once again being drawn to the sight of her large breast.

"Honey your wound up like a clock aren't you?" Sarah ask warmly a giggle playing in her voice "It's getting to be about time to go we should lock up and head back, Professor Hill will be excepting us to return the key" she added turning and heading toward the entrance of the cellar her hips swaying as she walked. Lexi nodded her face keeping it red hue as she followed Sarah out of the cellar the two woman pushing the heavy door shut and locking it.

"Oh and Lexi." Sarah said turning to Lexi just before the door to the storeroom, making sure she had the young woman's attention she said "Just a little something for your imagination later." before lifting her shirt. Her large breast bouncing free from the confines of her sweat drenched shirt with a jiggle, she bounced a few times before swaying side to side giving the stunned blond a good long look at her large tits. Smiling with a wink she pulled her shirt back down before turning and hurrying out of the room.

Lexi stood the red of her face slowly creeping down onto her neck and chest. Sarah was right she had been horny all day and she couldn't point out a reason why. She did know however that she would probably have to deal with it once she got home, as otherwise she wasn't going to be productive in the slightest. She shook her head and followed behind hoping to shake the worst of it before making it back to the group. Unbeknownst to the two young women something else in the cellar had felt them to, and now having feed on the lust the two felt it was starting to wake up.

Professor Rebecca Hill sat at a table her face set in a scowl spread before was the paltry amount of artifacts and historical items her students had been able to dig up that day. Comprising mostly of some broken wine glasses and burnt rusted nails nothing of significance was found, which was bad if she hoped to prove to the Dean Foster that the department held value. The only thing of note being a buried crawl space that they hadn't gotten around to looking through yet. Thomas was so proud of himself in finding it he almost tripped running up to tell her. She sighed leaning back in her chair as she did, she didn't care for Thomas he wasn't a bad student nor was he a good one.

"He'd be a better student if he just applied himself more." she had thought when he first joined her class. That was before she noticed the looks he gave her when he thought she wasn't looking.

Disgust boiled up in her stomach for a moment then quickly dissipated, "It's not like I can blame him to much" she thought to herself.

At thirty eight years old she had put significant effort into maintaining her figure after her divorce. Standing at five foot eight her breast were a large C cup that sat high on her chest giving her ample cleavage. Her hips flared out giving her an hourglass figure the she made sure to show off, she had a large ass and thick thighs kept firm by the combination of field work, exercise, and yoga. She had heard several of her students describing her as a Milf during the last few years, and while she had detested the idea of having kids she was nevertheless pleased that she could still turn heads.

"Well some heads." she thought bitterly back to this mornings interaction with Mr. Wells. She had seen him talking to that tramp she gotten saddled with. She was able to undo a button on shirt on the way over to them before Miss Bailey scampered off, but in spite of showing off a deep valley of cleavage Mr. Wells seemed uninterested. As if to exasperate her annoyance the flap of the tent opened and a rather sweaty Sarah and Lexi came striding into the tent. Standing before her Sarah held out the cellar key.

"Here you go Professor Hill" Sarah announced "The doors usable and we got the lights set up in the main area just like you asked" Sarah reported her voice full of cheer.

"Hmm very good, anything of note on the condition of the cellar" Professor Hill asked attempting to bury her annoyance in hopes they brought good news.

"Nothing but cobwebs and half burnt furniture I'm afraid" Lexi added her voice small.

"Furniture?" Asked the professor her interest piqued as she was told the cellar was supposed to be empty.

"Yeah half rotted and burnt but furniture" Sarah chimed

"Well that's something to look into I guess" Professor Hill said not really acknowledging either of them. Leaning back Professor Hill feigned a look of contemplation as she sized up the two young women standing in front of her.

Miss Bailey stood a bit short than her, blonde hair, green eyes. She had a lithe build, trim, athletic a runners build. Rebecca took note of her small perky breast, maybe a B cup she thought to herself and nothing compared to her own. Lexi's waist flared out but her hips were thin, a tight butt sitting on top of long legs. Miss Scotts was short maybe five foot total, long dark hair, a pair of large breast maybe D cups possible bigger Rebecca thought. She was chubby having a bit of a paunch to her stomach, still her hips flared out showing off her thick thighs and fat ass. Short stack was the word that sprang to mind to describe her, Rebecca having encountered it on one her nightly forays onto some erotica website. Frustration flashed through Rebecca's mind as despite her appearance, the closest thing she had to man in five years was on her nightstand and required batteries.

"Umm... Professor Hill?" Sarah's question breaking Professor Hill out of her addled and frenzied thoughts.

"Do you need us to do anything else or are we excused to leave?" Sarah added

Blinking away the earlier thoughts Professor Hill quickly said "No... no your good to go, we meet back here tomorrow at 9 am I expect both of you to be here and ready. If you have an emergency and can't make it you have my Email." Professor Hill watched the two of them turn and leave her eyes drawn to their asses as they left. Shaking her head she was confused where the sudden rush of sexual thoughts had come from. She looked down at the table the key to the cellar sitting where Sarah had left it. Sighing to herself she scooped it up to go double check the lock. Last time she blindly trusted a student they had left several rare clay tablets unsecured on a table, thankfully nothing had happened but still better safe then sorry. And besides the fresh air might help shake this nagging horniness that was suddenly setting in.

Stepping into storeroom the air was noticeably cooler than courtyard outside, as she crossed the room she could not shake the feeling of being watched. Approaching the door sure enough the latch was shut and locked and everything was in order. "Perhaps she had been to harsh on Miss Bailey" she thought to herself, it wasn't her fault Mr. Wells approached her. Her earlier frustration blooming in her core at the thought of Mr. Wells. She found herself thinking of him his dark eyes, his tall muscular build his deep voice that seemed to shake her down to her core whenever he spoke. Shaking her head she dismissed the daydream, "fuck I need to get laid" she said to the door before turning to leave. As she began to walk away she made it several feet from the door before she heard a loud click behind her causing her to freeze in place. Turning slowly a cold gust of air drifted into the room as the door crept open, "hmm that's odd."she thought to herself "must have unlocked it by mistake when messing with it" she spoke out loud as if to reassure herself before walking back to the now open door. As she reached to close the door she noticed the glow from one of the spotlights inside the room.

"That's strange" Professor Hill says reaching over and unplugging the extension cord to no effect. "The fuck" her voice annoyed she entered crossing the room quickly she approached the lit spotlight. "Okay what the fucks going on with you" She asked trying to manually turn it off. Just then a loud bang rings out as the cellar door swings shut, the light flipping off plunging the room into darkness.

"Fuck" Professor Hill growled out. Rebecca Hill has done a lot of things in life got married, got her doctorate in history, got cheated on, got divorced, but this was a first. Trapped in the cellar of a ruined castle, alone in the dark. She reached instinctively for her phone, as she held it up the small screen informed her that she had no signal, and only twenty seven percent battery remaining.

"Shit" she sighed placing it back in her pocket thinking it was probably best to conserve what battery she had for now. She waited listening for any sound in the dark while her eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, and as her eyes began to adjust she did see a faint light glowing from further in the cellar.

"If this is some kinda prank your in big trouble." Professor Hill shouted her voice echoing in the dark, silence was the only response. Sighing she began to move forward carefully navigating toward the light.

"Well Ms Scotts and Ms Bailey were right about the furniture" she thought to herself the musty smell of dry rotted fabric reaching her nose.

As she walked, she found herself approaching one of the walls which was a good sign as if for no other reason she could follow the wall back to the door avoiding most of the furniture in the process. As she drew closer to the wall she realized the light was coming up through the floor boards, stopping she knelt down to try to see if she could ascertain the source of the light.

Thomas Davids was currently sitting in a dark crawlspace, the only light coming from a small head lamp he wore strapped to his head with a bit of elastic. When he had told Professor Hill about his discovery earlier she had suggested that tomorrow he and some other students map it out. Little did she know he found the crawl space because of an old map he had found buried and mislabeled in the campus library. He had planned on showing her the map later in the hopes to gain some much needed brownie points with his stern professor. He saw how Professor Hill looked at him, that look of disdain that flashed into her eyes whenever she caught him staring at her ass in class. And while "Yeah that's fair" he thought to himself he couldn't help but feel a little hurt nonetheless. So he had decided right when she dismissed him finding the crawlspace, if there was something to be found down here he was going to be the one to find it. This thought drove him on as he crawled forward, a broom held in front of him to catch the worst of the cobwebs. Stopping he could have sworn he heard something, waiting he held his breath ears straining. Then he heard it again his heart skipping a beat, foots steps the ancient boards overhead creaking as they grew closer. Panic setting in Thomas began to fumble with his head lamp.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck" Thomas muttered under his breath as far as he knew he was the only person in the cellar. Then he heard a woman's voice asking "Hello can you hear me?" his heart dropped into his stomach the feeling of panic giving way to the icy bite of fear. Just his fucking luck the place was haunted and he was in a claustrophobic crawl space. "Hey your not supposed to be in here, this is a closed dig site" the muffled voice chided. Stunned for a moment Thomas stopped, the dawning realization causing him to wish it was in fact some vengeful ghost.

"Professor Hill?" He asked his stomach growing sour.

"That is correct and I'm assuming since you know who I am your one of my students." came the muffled reply from his dismissive Professor.

"You shouldn't be here alone after hours young man your putting yourself and this dig in jeopardy, if something happened to you they'd close down the dig...." The muffled reply prattled on lecturing him he looked around in the crawl space wondering if he could crawl back to the entrance and scamper off before is professor made it there.

"But you being here is fortuitous as perhaps you can help me" The muffled admittance bring his attention back to conversation at hand.

"W... what do you mean." He asked voice raised to be heard through the floor boards.

"I need you to go around open the door to the cellar." His professor responded after a moment of silence. "The door swung shut and the power is turned off so the lamps are all off.."

Thomas sat in stunned silence his mind racing, his bitch of a professor is not only trapped in the cellar but doesn't know who he is. He could just leave and get off scot-free, but he would be leaving her trapped overnight. Looking at his watch it was 7:39 pm, with a 9 am start time it wouldn't be until at least 8ish in the morning before anyone showed up. Guilt surged to the forefront of his mind "fuck it would be easier to just leave her and not listen to the lecture" he thought, but his thoughts kept turning back to his professor trapped alone in pitch dark and frigid cellar.

"fuck..." he whispered to himself his sense of right winning out "Yeah give me a minute just need to get turned around." he shouted looking around for a way to do so without getting stuck, about thirty feet ahead the path split into a T shape he'd be able to go down one partially and finagle his way around.

"Okay going to go like thirtyish feet ahead turn around at a split and then start heading back" Thomas announced to the floor boards above him.

Professor Hill followed the light from above as her student crawled ahead and as he got the split she stopped, Her brows furrowing as she watched light disappear behind the edge of the wall in front of her. She had studied maps of the cellar in great detail in preparation for the dig, there shouldn't be anything in that direction but the side of a hill. Curiosity getting the better of her she knelt down and asked.

"Hey how far does that branch go" She yelled into the floor boards

After a few moments of silence and some muffled movements "Like sixty or so feet" came the reply.

"That's impossible there shouldn't be anything in that direction.... unless" Professor Hill whispered to herself her eyes roaming over the wall in front of her coming to rest on a ruined shelf, standing in spite of the decay around. Standing she slow walked over conscious of the creaks and groans of the floor beneath her feet.

A muffled voice behind her caused to jump "Hey I'm starting back towards the entrance then I'll circle around should take like thirty minutes maybe more since I have to cross the whole courtyard."

"Y.. Yeah okay... please just hurry" She said sudden gravity of her situation once again bearing down on her.

As the light began to fade Professor Hills eye's frantically roamed over the ruined form of this shelf, her eyes coming to rest on a faintly glinting piece of metal that almost looked like a handle. Now should she be groping around for a bit of metal in a dark cellar that she was currently trapped in no, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this was something big, something that could prove that her department had value. As she grabbed on to the cold metal handle and felt around blindly in the dark, she felt a click as the whole shelf slide effortlessly to the left. Inside illuminated by the fading light behind her, was a small table an oil lantern sitting on top of it. As she stepped into the dark room she reached for it picking it up and bringing it to her face to see it in the low light. As she ran her hands over it attempting to decern details in the dark, as she did she felt a click the lantern springing to life in her hands. She stood there stunned staring at this almost two hundred year old lantern in her hands its wick burning as though it was just filled yesterday. Looking up Professor Hill turned her eyes to the dim light room.

"Oh my god" Her voice a gasp as she stared in disbelief.

Spread before Professor Hill was a large room packed to the brim with all matter of pristine relics from before the fire. Shelves packed with tomes and curios, several large ornate chairs, unopened bottles of wine, a cutlery set laid out on table as though someone had expected guest. Giddy her mind was ablaze at the implications of this eyes darting from one item to the next, as they came to rest on a massive painting that dominated one of the walls she stopped. It depicted a beautiful young woman her long curly brown hair framed her face, her rather large bust seemed to struggle against being contained. Professor Hills eyes came to rest on a small bit of silver in the painting a necklace that rested on the woman's elegant neck it seeming to depict rabbits.

"No.... bunnies" the thought spring to her mind almost of it's own accord.

Blinking the thought away Professor Hill turned "This was it" she thought with glee "A find like this would Penwood collage on the map for historical prestige" She strode through the room a broad smile on her face as she thought of dropping the report of this on Dean Fosters desk, him stuttering out his half assed excuses as he reads through it realizing he can't defund her department now hell he might even need to give her more funding. She stopped realizing her right hand had crept up to her chest and was now massaging her through her shirt. She pulled her hand way and attempted to ignore the heat spreading through her core as she wondered why that got her that worked up. Shaking her she turned to her right her eye catching a glint of something gilded.

Thomas crawled out of the crawlspace the warm air of early fall greeting him as he left the cold of the crawlspace behind. As he stood he couldn't shake this feeling of urgency like he was going to miss something if he didn't hurry up. Looking down towards the entrance of the castle only his car and Professor Hills remained. Breaking into a jog he head across the courtyard toward the cellar.

Professor Hill was at a loss she had never seen or heard of anything called Damsels and Dames. But here it sat in front of her an ornately carved oak box with gilded lettering, full of placards, and dice, and bits of parchment. It seemed to be some sort of game as far as she could tell, but in all her years of studying she had never even heard of it.

"Must be unique, something someone made or had made for themselves" Professor Hill thought to herself, before carefully placing the box on a nearby table. "Perhaps it can be a job for Miss Bailey and Miss Scotts" she said turning eyes roaming over the room. Taking a step forward she paused the sound of crumpling paper underfoot, wincing at her carelessness she stepped back a small bit of stray parchment sat there its gilded lettering catching the light of the lantern. Reaching down she picked it up with a sigh she read it to herself.

"Bunny Lufu Bunnies hoppiaþ bunnies pranciaþ hie dōþ eall þing būtan danse. Ac hie sind cūþe for sum þing māre and þis þæt þū nū hæfst on hyrde. Forlēos þīnne tīman and brūc þæs brynes." She blinked several times attempting to parse out what she had just read, obviously old English but she had never know it to be used in that verse. Taking a few moments she did her best to translate what she had just read. "Bunny Love Bunnies hop bunnies prance they do everything short of dance. But they are know for something more and this what you now have in store. Lose a turn and enjoy the burn." As she quiet spoke the translated work aloud, she thought to herself how strange this is a board game in old English in a castle that burned at the start of the eighteen hundreds. Looking down her eyes widened, as the parchment now showed a modern English translation.

"What the.. fu.." was all she was able to get out, as the parchment shifted taking on the appearance of more modern card stock. Its gilded writing seemed to glow for a moment before darkness fell on room as the lantern flickered out. A moment of panic washed over Professor Hill before she was struck with a near blinding wave of pleasure.

"UGHHH" Professor Hill groaned before another wave of pleasure hit her, heat exploding out from her core. Her breast throbbed with a dull sensation of need causing her to paw at them ineffectually through her shirt, her legs buckled as she rode out the waves of pleasure. As she collapsed to the floor she was aware of how wet she was, how her clit thrummed demanding her attention, how the heat in her core was building and that she need something anything to quench it. The realization of what she needed dawning just as another wave of pleasure hit.

Thomas had made it across the courtyard in record time, he was always decently athletic but urgency seemed to spur him on. Throwing open the door to the storeroom he stopped cold, the heavy door sat cracked open a faint breeze of cool air rushing past him.

"Ummmm hello?!" He shouted toward the door inching closer "If this is a joke your real funny..." He added his voice shaky as he got to the door. Looking down he noticed the unplugged extension cord, reaching down he plugged it in, causing the room beyond to be flooded with light. Being sure to prop the door open with nearby shovel he headed in. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the light that now filled the room. Taking off the headband and opting to use it's light like a flash light now that his hands were free, he looked around the decently well lit room but he saw no signs of the professor.

"Hello?" he called once again "Professor Hill!?" he added heading in further. As he scanned the room his eyes were drawn to a dark doorway on the far wall, he approached closer his eyes straining to see into the dark room. As he grew closer he became aware of a smell, somewhere under the mustiness of the room something earthy and inviting, something familiar. Making it to the entrance he looked into the dark room scanning it with the light he heard Professor Hill before he saw her. Sitting there on an old table his professor had one leg raised to her side the other outstretched her pants dangling from it. A quite squelching filled the room, joined by a chorus of moans coming from the middle aged woman as she frantically fingered herself. As the light shown on her she stopped her glassy eyes focusing on Thomas.

"Ah Mister Davids I had thought maybe that had been you in the crawlspace." Professor Hill spoke her voice husky and full of need. Rising to her feet she stepped out of her pants leaving them and her drenched panties in a puddle behind her. As she began walking towards him she made sure swing her hips enough to show of her more then ample assets. Coming to a stop a few steps away from him she placed one hand on her hip before bring the other up to her mouth making a show of sucking all her fluids off from her fingers. Looking in his eyes she asked "Well Mister Davids what do you think?"

Thomas was frozen like a deer in head lights, his cock was raging in his pants and his heart felt like it was in his throat. His stunningly hot professor stood half naked in front of him, seemingly so worked up that her need was literally running down her leg.

"W.. well... Professor... you see.... Its.. just that" He stampers out.

"Easy Mister Davis I don't bite, unless you ask nicely that is." Professor Hill stated shifting her weight to the other hip causing her bust to bounce. "And please call me Rebecca." she added eyes drinking him in.

"I... just uh... yeah... Rebecca?" Thomas tried to speak his traitorous tongue refusing to cooperate.

"Poor baby don't worry your not in trouble" Rebecca said a faux pout on her face as she slowly closed the remaining distance.

"I'm not." Thomas said the shock in his voice coming out a little more than he had hoped.

"Of course not Tommy. Why I doubt I would have found this place if it wasn't for you." Rebecca spoke in a low sultry tone as she circled him. "In fact if it hadn't been for you I'd still be stuck in here wandering around in the dark" She added reaching around him hands searching up down him before finding his belt.

"Prof... Rebecca what are...?" Thomas spoke conflict in his voice as on the one hand this was a wet dream come true on the other this was weird and out of character for his normally strict professor. He was silenced as her hand snaked into his pants and found his cock.

"Shhhhh" Rebecca whispered as she pressed herself into him from behind. "I think such a brave and driven act of academic exploration deserves a reward, don't you?" Her hand massaging his length as she spoke.

"fuck that feels good" Thomas spoke his body tense with need. They stood that way for a minute her hand massaging him as she whispered affirmation into his ear, both so lost in their own lust neither noticed the faint glow coming from a box on the far side of the room.

Thomas winced through grit teeth as Rebecca pulled away from him, he was close, to the point of it being painful. As he turned she had taken a step back eyes hooded with lust, her hands had deftly made their way up her body and were in the process of unbuttoning her shirt. Thomas stared his gaze held captive by the valley of inviting cleavage that was steadily being revealed to him. Rebecca dropped the shirt between them before dropping to her knees on it, her thumbs hooking under the straps of her bra rolling it down to release her tits from their confines.

"Well big boy are you going to come get your reward or not?" Rebecca asked her body humming with need "Because I'm ready for mine." she added opening mouth as if to drive home what she was inviting him to do.

Thomas's body moved before his mind registered it, his pants and boxers were removed and discarded in the short distance between them, his cock now free pointed straight forward as he stood over her.

Rebecca wasted no time the second he stopped moving her mouth found him, she gave him a few exploratory licks before her lips found his tip. And then with one smooth slow motion she took him to the hilt and held him there her brown eyes looking up into his.

"Mmmpphhhff" the moan vibrated her mouth as she slowly began to bob her head. Rebecca had always enjoyed giving oral, it gave her a sense of control her partner completely at the mercy of her skilled mouth and tongue. But this was different there was a reverence to this, and as he took her mouth his hand coming to rest on her head she couldn't help but begin playing with herself. Her fingers danced in tempo with the dick thrusting into her mouth, driving her to suck and bob her head even more frantically.

"MMMMpppphhf" She moaned around him her body was shaking as her own orgasm built, she wanted... no needed him to cum.

Thomas was in heaven has he looked down, his cock drunk teacher looking up at him as he fucked her face. He wasn't sure what had happened to get to this point and he no longer cared. He thrust into her with long even strokes each one eliciting a deep moan from her.

"Uhhh fuck your eager" He said his balls tightening his movements becoming erratic.

"Gack.... mmmm... gack... mmmm" was Rebecca's reply her eyes becoming unfocused as her own orgasm threatening to take her before he could finish. Feeling him tense she pushed herself forward taking him as deep as she could.

"FFFUUCKKK!" Thomas roared as he emptied himself into her, his legs threatening to give out.

"MMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFF" Rebecca's eyes widen as the orgasm that had been denied to her up this point tore through her, she felt like she had been struck by lightning. She sat there his dick buried to the hilt in her mouth nursing him greedily until her lungs started to burn, and her vision started to blur. Tears rolled down her face as she pulled back of of him, him leaving her throat dragging a sputtering cough up as her lungs cried for air.

"..... fuck.... that was good" She panted between breathes, her body was still shaking as his half hard cock bobbed in front of her face. And in spite of that she still felt an emptiness between her legs, her body still dripping with need as she tried to stand.

Thomas stumbled back his mind reeling from the force of his orgasm, he couldn't remember a time he had cum that hard before. As he stood bracing himself on a nearby wall he saw movement looking up his eye meet Rebecca's as she looked over her shoulder at him, she had her back turned to him her curvaceous ass on full display.

"Well that was fun wasn't it big boy" She cooed her voice dripping like honey. "Now how about some extra credit?" she whined, as she bent over a table her large tits coming to rest on the table as she seductively waved her hips.

Thomas stood stunned, at his teachers wanton display, at how his body seemed to rise to occasion in spite of barely being able to stand a moment ago, but mostly at just how much he was turned on by it all. Crossing the room he could she her pussy glistening in the dim light. As he approached she widened her stance, lowering her head and arching her back she presented herself to him. Placing a hand on her hip he lined himself up with her soaked slit sliding the head of his cock up and down her folds.

"UUHhhhggg... no fair Tommy.... it's not nice to tease your..." Rebecca voice dripped with need as she rolled her hips desperate to get him in her, she was cut of as he lined up and slid into her.

"Fuckk your tight" Thomas gasped as Rebecca's eager cunt tried its damnedest to pull him deeper, to milk him for all he was worth. Despite having just had the best orgasm of his young life he knew he'd have to pace himself if he wanted to last, and god as his witness he wanted this to last.

"UUUUHHHHGGGGG....... Fuuuuuuuckkkk" Was Rebecca's response as it seemed to be her turn to be sent reeling. All she could do is mewl and whimper as he slid into her before finally bottoming out deep in her, her overly sensitive pussy twitched and spasmed wildly around his invading length. Then almost as painstakingly slowly as he had pushed in he started to pull out leaving her painfully empty, the feeling causing her to unconsciously roll her hips back to try to keep him in her. He pulled back till only his tip remained in her then waited a moment.

Rebecca looked back over her shoulder at him before whining out "please.... stop teasing... just...... fuck.... MEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her begging cut short by him sliding fully into her again in one swift motion, their hip meeting with a meaty slap. Then he withdrew only to drive into her again, slowly increasing in tempo until he was jack hammering into her. Rebecca thrashed and howled has he used her one orgasm rolling into the next.

Thomas stood behind his teacher hammering into her each thrust dragging out a moan or cry of ecstasy from her. Looking down he marveled at how her ass rippled and jiggled slightly with each impact. A pang of anger rising in him as he thought back on all the glares she had given him for staring at. Before he had time to think to second guess himself he brought his hand down on her ass with an audible "SMACK". Thomas felt her lock up a moment of silence stretching out as fear rose in him with the realization of what he had just done dawning on him. Then the dam broke her pussy clenching down so hard it was almost painful, her back arched her eyes rolling in her head as she came.

"UHHHHGGGGGG" A deep groan rolled out of Rebecca's throat as she rolled her head to the side to look at the young man fucking her. He stood eyes wide looking down at her reaction to his impulsive strike.

"... more" she moaned almost unable to recognize her own voice as she had start to go hoarse from her cries of pleasure.

Thomas looked down at were he and her meet his dick buried in her depths as she desperately spasmed around him. He blinked looking down at her ass the red mark from his hand staring back at him like an accusation. He was shaken from his thoughts be Rebecca slowly rocking her ass side to side. Looking back up to her, her eyes had not left him.

"please...." She whispered

Nodding he brought his hand down again, "Smack" a little softer on the same spot. She cried rocking herself back as if to impale more of him in her. He brought is other hand down on her other cheek an audible "Smack" ringing out followed by a cry of ecstasy echoing through the cellar. Rebecca had begun bouncing back into him fucking herself with his dick as he brought his hand down on her ass.

Smack "fuck" Smack "Uhhhgg" Smack "Fuck yes" Rebecca cries matching the tempo of the smacks, her hips rolling as he brought her closer to another orgasm. Closer to what she needed, she pushed herself up arching her back into him her tits bouncing wildly as she grabbed at his hands. Taking the hint he let her guide his hands, wrapping one arm around her abdomen to hold her she brought the other to her throat. Rolling her head back onto his shoulder she turned her lips finding his, she moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored hers.

Their lips parting panting she looked into his eyes, "I want you to fuck me like you own me." she moaned voice barely audible.

Thomas nodding tightening his grip on her throat carefully as to not hurt her he began to thrust into her from behind, his legs ached from the exertion and he knew he'd be sore tomorrow but still he increased is pace until he was hammering into her. Her breast bounced in rhythm to his thrust, her voice a constant low grown of need in his ear he felt himself getting closer.

"Rebecca I'm close" He warned his pace slowing slightly as he moved to pull away.

"NOO Don't you dare pull out!" Rebecca cried a mania in her voice that surprised even her. "Cum... In.... me... please. I need to feel it... please" she moaned trying to flex her core to coax her young lover along.

Thomas felt his balls tense as his second mind numbing orgasm tore through him, he felt Rebecca go limp her pussy spasmed but otherwise the energy seemed to leave her. They stood there for close to a minute him emptying himself deep into her, her moaning softly and gently flexing her core to milk him, before both collapsed into a puddle on the cold floor. They lay there pooled into each others embrace for what felt like hours.

Professor Hill lay there her mind swimming, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her last orgasm was warm in contrast to the cold of the room. She felt complete the burning need in her core had cooled for now and she had to fight to stay conscious. She knew they'd have to lie about how they found this place, that the truth of it would be the end of her career. As her mind tried to work through the haze of how she got to this point she couldn't help but feel she was forgetting something. She mentally cycled through the events of the night "Got locked the in cellar, found a secret room, had mind blowing sex." There was something missing that she couldn't place, she did something before the sex started but the memory of it seemed hazy at best. Sighing deeply she put the matter aside for now as she realized that she was starting to leak on the floor. Shifting she her weight she turned to Thomas the young mans eyes were unfocused, a look of discomfort was creeping onto his face no doubt from being sandwiched between her warm body and the cold stone floor.

"Thomas" Professor Hills voice was soft barely above a whisper.

"Yeah... Professor Hill" Thomas replied body tensing slightly at the sudden sound.

"I thinking I'm going to need help getting dressed" Came her response "And also we need to talk about what happened and get our stories straight." She added pressing her chest into his side. "And please call me Rebecca."

Talking as they dressed they decided the most plausible story was him staying behind to talk to her about his grades, and the two of them stumbling into finding the room as she did her rounds to lock up. Was it the most air tight story no but they were banking on everyone being to excited to really question it. The two of them leaning on each other headed out of the cellar making sure it was shut properly before trying to make their way back to the courtyard of the castle.

As they walked out of the storeroom into the night Thomas checked his watch it read 10:41 pm. "Two and a half hours give or take since he had entered the cellar" he thought to himself his eyes drawn to his teachers swaying hips. He walked behind her toward the courtyard watching with a hint of pride as she had to stop occasionally, her traitorous legs threatening to give out on her. She only made it as far as the courtyard before they had had enough, causing her to crumple into a pile at the edge of the path Thomas rushed to her side.

"Oh god! Rebecca are you okay?" He asked a surge of protectiveness causing him to half scoop her into his arms.

"Y... Yeah I'm okay." Professor Hill stuttered a warm fluttering rising in her core as she leaned into his arms. "I might need you... to stay and help me get things squared away" She added "And to help me to my car."

"Yeah of course, that's the least I can do." Thomas said helping her to her feet.

Locking up was a rather simple process made difficult by Rebecca's condition. As while Professor Hill had already dealt with most of it before the whole incident in the cellar, she was in her current state barely able to walk. And it was in this state that as they turned off the last of the lights and began heading down the quarter mile gravel path to their cars that Rebecca's legs finally gave out. Her curvy form dropping to the gravel covered ground of the path with a dull thud.

"Fuck" she said quietly rubbing gravel of her hands.

"You can't drive in this condition Rebecca" Thomas said protectiveness mixing with a pang of guilty.

"Listen hear young man just because we did..... what we did, doesn't suddenly give you the grounds to tell me what to do." Rebecca retorted stubbornness seeping into her voice.

"Okay" Thomas said "Get up and walk to your car then." He added taking a step back so she'd have to stand and walk of her own power.

"Fine I will" she barked stubbornly before attempting and failing to stand. It took her close to a minute

to stand up and she only made it about ten feet before her legs faltered causing her to stumble into Thomas's waiting arms. Sighing Thomas hooked an arm under her legs before pulling her up off her feet into a bridal carry.

Rebecca gasped a warm flush blooming on her face at the sudden intimate closeness his embraced offered. A warm chuckle rose in her chest as she realized she was being bridal carried away from a ruined castled by the man that had just spent the last two hours fucking her.

Thomas glancing at her one eyebrow raised "Whats so funny?" his voice even with focus as he was trying to not trip as he walked carrying her.

"Oh nothing I just haven't been carried like this since my wedding." She laughed cuddling into his embrace. As she looked up to his face, his eyes were wide with horror. Realizing her mistake she quickly added "To my ex dear" which seemed to calm him as he let out a long sigh of relief the tension leaving him.

"If you tell me were to go I can take you home." Thomas said the cars slowly coming into view in the distance.

"If you take me home how will I get back tomorrow?" Rebecca asked studying the young mans face.

"We can take your car?" He replied

"Then how will you get home?" she asked

"I'll figure something out make up an excuse that my beater of a car wouldn't start and you gave me a ride into town." As he spoke he was able to glance down into her eyes there was a deep tired there, one that told him that she was not safe to be behind the wheel of a car.

"213 West Sycamore Lane" she said her eyes not leaving his. Her hand pulling her car key from her pocket and pushing it into his hand.

Risking a glance Thomas said with a nod "213 West Sycamore Lane got it."

Rebecca had fallen asleep in his arms by the time they made it to the cars, which made unlocking and opening hers rather difficult. But after a bit of fumbling which he was thankful she wasn't awake to see he was able to get her situated in the backseat of her car. Climbing into the car Thomas punched the address into his phone and began the drive. Risking one last glance back at his sleeping teacher he was struck by just how beautiful she was in spite of her disheveled state. Even if nothing came of this and it was just a one off he would still count it as a win. Little did either of them know that this was just start of something much bigger, as back in the hidden room sitting on a shelf an ornately carved box glowed faintly.