Dr Sento and the strange practises at Cranton House, Northumbria
February 2 1897
Dr Sento watched as the cab wheels crunched along the long sweeping drive that formed the approach to the large gothic house that was to be his home for the next few years. The house had been built in 1799 and was now taken over by a sixth form college for young ladies and as this was the age of enlightenment, the school claimed in the literature he had been shown, that it – “catered for the young woman who had a keen intellect and would end up taking their place in society as more than just wives but as part of the ever-growing army that helped to stoke the Victorian era of frantic economic development and growth”, or at least that was the promise.
It was February the start of the Easter term and Dr Sento had acquired the job under what, some might politely term, ‘unusual circumstances’. He had had an unfortunate incident with a patient at his previous city practise and had narrowly avoided being struck off the medical register. The truth was that the woman had been unbalanced and had become obsessed with him and finally after multiple rejections, had made accusations to the police
The benefit of doubt swung in her favour even though he was entirely innocent. The outcome was that the only work he could find was the position as the house doctor and part time biology teacher at the Cranton House special college for girls. It was a long way away from his original practise but at the same time, a long way away from the gossip and snide remarks that had followed him around at home.
The job at the college had been recommended to him via a rather seedy contact of his, who had been at medical college with him but had then travelled abroad for ten years until he had returned in somewhat constrained financial circumstances. It was his acquaintance with people that were not quite on the right side of acceptable that had allowed him to put Sento’s name forward to Mrs Halifax, the College’s Head mistress and over whiskies at the Garrard club in Mayfair he had got Sento to take up the rather strange offer of work and go for an interview at the offices of the school’s solicitors, Norwich Pane and Pane in Cheapside London.
The interview was brief, with few niceties but the money was very good, a yearly salary of £3,300 a year which was more than his needs and a thousand pounds more than he was earning with his London practise. It was a surprisingly high amount but he felt it was good fortune only and not at this stage to be questioned too closely. Clearly the school wanted a new doctor on its staff and at the moment he was willing to be the candidate. He would be able to live in relative luxury especially with his accommodation included at the school.
He had packed all his belongings and moved out of his lodgings and moved North into the depths of the Northumbrian countryside to face his new career in eduaction. At least he would be teaching young females between the ages of 15 and 19 which would be marginally better than teaching boys of the same age!
The air was cold and frosty as the cab, that had picked him up from the dreary grey stone railway station, ended it’s journey by driving up the long gravel drive to come to a halt in front of an imposing, three storey, stone house with a large flight of stone steps leading up to porch and the large, weathered, dark wooden front doors of Cranton house.
The term had started a week before but all was quiet as Dr Sento approached the door and beckoned the cab driver to unload his trunks and portmanteau.
Once Inside the gloomy large vaulted entrance hall, Sento was faced with numerous painted portraits of severe looking people of mainly middle to old age patricians, glaring out of their canvases with defiant and arrogant faces.
As he stood surveying this gloomy scene, the cathedral silence of the hall was broken by the sound of clicking heels running and a slim figure came cannoning around a corner and bumped heavily straight into him.
For a moment he lost his balance and instinctively grabbed the figure to prevent them both from falling over and to help absorb some of the impact of their meeting.
When he and recovered enough to take in his assailant he saw the body was that of a tall slim girl whose face was now staring into his own a few inches from his nose.
A pair of bright blue flashing eyes glared at him, surrounded by long dark soft eyelashes. The nose was straight and long her lips were bright red, full and well defined by rouge make-up. Her skin was soft and clear of complexion with an outdoors fresh faced look, as though she had been in the sun.
The face was angular but quite astonishingly attractive and with a mane of dark hair, which cascaded, unbound by ribbon or cap around her face and shoulders, the effect was very attractive, it was a quite beautiful face in an eager animalistic sense.
She was tall and even though wearing a long black gown with a starched white pinafore over the top, he could discern that underneath was a lean long-limbed body with the suggestion of small firm pert breasts swelling beneath the high-necked, smock style blouse.
Suddenly the face bust into a wide generous smile and a gurgling deep-toned laugh, that was both attractive and strangely arousing.
“You must be the new quack” she said laughing openly at him, whilst still holding his arms she had grabbed during their collision.
“Well I don’t know about quack”…he smiled “my name is Dr Sento and yes I am the new Doctor appointed to Cranton House and whom am I addressing”
Her eyes were glinting as she said with a low voice
“My name is Andrea and our meeting was a lucky one even if it was a bit sudden. I have been told by Mrs Halifax, that’s the headmistress here, to show you to your room.. and” she hesitated, a smirk moving her lips into a delicious expression of conspiracy “I am to be your prefect that means I must help you get to know how this place works and show you around, a sort of personal guide and helper”
her white teeth that made her smile so dazzling, were neat and unblemished and slightly sharp, Sento was for a moment lost in his fixation on her lovely mouth.…
”come on” she laughed, dragging his arm “I’ll show you to your room”.
She turned and sped ahead of him pausing at the foot of a large staircase that spiralled three floors into the body of the house. He picked up his portmanteau looked at his trunks that were now sitting on the tiled mosaic floor where the cab-driver had left them.
“Come on sweet doctor, leave those” she said
“Thomas, one of the porters will take them to your room later, now follow me and keep close, the house is very large and like a rabbit’s warren”
As she sped ahead of him he noted that her waist was small and narrow, obviously tightly constrained by a well laced, bone corset, the effect was highly distracting, drawing his attention to the slim hips above the flare of her skirt.
Under the hem of her long black skirt, he caught sight of a pair of neat high-heeled black leather ankle boots. The boots had multiple eyelets through which laces were crisscrossed tightening the soft leather around her feet, the three inch heels clicking on the wooden floors with her quick and firm step.
They climbed and moved through a labyrinthine series of corridors winding their way through the old building, finally she stopped and flung open a stout oak door and he found himself in his rooms.
The appointments were very pleasant, with a large mahogany desk in one corner a number of comfortable high backed chairs set around a large fireplace that was crackling away with a healthy fire.
Thick rugs and carpets were thrown across the bare boards of the floor and the walls were lined with bookshelves and books in profusion. Andrea moved across the room and opened the door to another room
“And here dear doctor are your sleeping quarters”
Once again Sento felt that although an innocent remark, that the girl had managed to load it with all sorts of sensual implications as she stared directly into his eyes, her small bosom rising and falling after her rushed journey through the school.
“Now I have to go” she said, she brushed past him so close her hair touched his cheek and he could smell a fresh scent that emanated from her skin. A sudden erotic thrill sprang through his body, like a shock of animal electricity, he was aroused and he felt a stirring in his loins. He had not felt an attraction to another female like this, for some three years.
Sento settled quickly into his rooms unpacking his clothes and books and arranging things to suit his taste and habits. An hour after his arrival, it was a late February afternoon and already the light was dimming towards early winter dusk, and having no obligations as yet, he decided to go on a quick exploratory ramble around the house.
He strolled back along corridors until he found climbing stairs, towards the top of the house. He stopped idly and peered into various rooms, some of which were dusty store-rooms, full of books and general school equipment. Others were neglected and filled with various piles of general detritus that probably belonged to the previous owners of the house before it had become a school. Then he opened a door with a well worn brass handle and found himself looking into a large open space that was lit by a number of large roof windows that prevented any view out of the room and only served to let in light.
In the dusky gloom he made out a range of strange apparatus, placed around the room.
He looked carefully at one close to trying to work out what on earth its function might be.
It looked like a horse-riders training device, with a large wooden haunch or ‘horse-back’ covered in well soaped leather and hung with numerous straps. Instead of it being a normal saddle shape it looked as though there were buckled restraints two at each end and more around the central circumference. In his minds eye an image was conjured up of a body lying on top of the main wooden body with the arms and ankles tied into the straps with further restraints holding the neck and torso. It was both repulsive and curious at the same time.
But why on earth would such a device be installed in the school, what was it used for, it was obviously recently used, as all the fittings were bright and clean and he noticed a musky smell that came from the leather ‘horse-back’. He felt sure he recognised it, but couldn’t be sure exactly what it was. It was an animal smell and created a sensual effect that seemed somewhere deep down in his mind to be associated with sex!
Other strange devices were placed around the room all off a similar style with straps, ties, and in a variety of strange shapes. Some were like large wooden crosses, where a figure could be tied spread-eagled and held in place by a series of substantial straps and cuffs.
Another was in the form of rope slings ending in a small canvas chair which hung from a large pivoted bolt in the ceiling ropes ran down from the ceiling to various tie-off points on the wall.
Sento was totally puzzled, what on earth was such equipment doing in a school, who used it and for what reasons? For the time being his curiosity would have to wait.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully with a dinner gong echoing round the building, telling him that dinner was served in the main Dining hall. He watched as the fifty or so girls all pupils, in their neat black dresses and white pinafore uniforms, trooped quietly into the room and took up their places at seat flanking long trestle tables.
His eyes found Andrea among the group, she walked in tall and elegant the gas light reflecting of her shiny dark hair, but she did not look up at him but kept her face cast down. The whole room was eerily quiet and he took his place with the other teachers and tutors at the top table. Mrs Halifax sat in the middle and grace was spoken by a tall lean man with a thin face and a large grey beard dressed all in black. Sento later found out that he was the School Chaplain.
He noticed, while swapping conversational pleasantries with him over dinner, that his breath smelt strongly of drink and judging by the state of his skin and eyes Sento guessed and later discovered correctly, that he was a man in love with the bottle.
The meal was conducted in almost total silence apart from the clatter of cutlery, with the girls eating and hardly raising their eyes, other than to ask quietly for another to pass the water jug or some bread.
The staff on the top table, just murmured pleasantries between each other, but otherwise again were strangely mute.
At one point Mrs Halifax leant across the table and smiled at Sento she asked if he would be so kind as to visit her study in the morning when they could discuss his duties in more detail and give him a plan to familiarise himself with the daily pattern of life at Cranton house. He gracefully accepted and promised to see her at 8.00am.
With dinner over, he watched the girls rise as one and silently collect the dishes and cutlery and stack them on a table at the end of the room, where they were collected by rough looking kitchen staff dressed in grubby white coveralls.
He then decided that not knowing anyone well enough yet to socialise that he would return to his rooms and get to bed early. The train journey from London had been a long one starting at 6.00 am at Kings cross and the ride to Cranton house from the station had taken a long and bumpy two hours.
Making his goodnights to his fellow staff members, he found his way back to his rooms, changed into his nightgown, got into bed turned out the candle, turned over and quickly fell asleep.
At about three o clock in the morning, he was awoken by something. He lay in the dark immediately awake and straining to hear what it was that had brought him back from his dreams. After a couple of minutes of listening to his own breathing he heard it again, a very muffled and distant sounding cry.
His skin prickled as he heard it again. A repetitive, muffled, scream seemed to be coming from somewhere deep in the house.
The cries sounded full of anguish and pain and their repetition seemed to indicate that they were made by someone being beaten in some way as to elicit such regular and sudden out-cries.
He quickly got up and quietly opened the door to his apartment listening hard at the muffled surrounding of the house and stole out into the dark corridor with a candlestick in hand, straining to work out from which direction the screams were coming from.
He worked his way quietly towards what he believed was the source of the cries and as he reached the top floor landing, then as suddenly as they has started the cries stopped.
He waited, straining to hear where the source of the sounds was, but all he could hear was the blood rushing through his veins and the dull throb of his own heart.
He continued along the corridor then went down a small, twisting and enclosed flight of stairs
As he reached the bottom stair an explosion of white burst into his sight as a white apparition suddenly ran into him making him drop his candle in shock and plunging his surrounding into pitch black.
“Who is it” he hissed trying to mask the sudden fear and shock in his voice, He had been both winded and shocked by the sudden impact.
There was no reply and he fumbled in his dressing gown pocket for a match fumbled around on the floor, recovered the candle and carefully struck a match to relight the wick. The flame flared and as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light he saw a tall figure, dressed in a white gown.
The match flared and in the sudden warm glow of light he gasped….it was Andrea, her hair dishevelled, her eyes wet and full of tears and looking blankly past him into the dark as though she were not aware of his presence.
“Andrea are you alright?” he asked, she made no reply but was shivering violently, he realised that she was wearing nothing but a thin cotton shift and bare feet. He quickly took of his dressing gown and draped it around her shoulders and with no plan in his mind other than to console her in some way, led her back along the dark corridors to his room.
He, vigorously stoked the embers and placed some coal onto the dull red glow of the fire and sat her in a chair to keep her warm. As the flames started to flicker back into life and give off and some warmth, he left her and brought a glass from his wash table, found the bottle of brandy he had packed in his trunk and poured a little into the glass and filled the rest of the glass with water then held it up to the dazed girls lips.
“Come on now drink this…slowly or you’ll choke” her eyes were fixed on the fire and her shaking hand slowly grasped the glass and she took a couple of sips.
Sento noticed in the firelight a trace of blood on her fingers that held the glass, then in the light from the lamp he saw small red stains all over the white cotton of nightdress.
What on earth had happened to the girl? He was both worried and puzzled. Perhaps an intruder had broken in and attacked her.
“Andrea” he said squatting in front of her and looking directly into her eyes, “are you alright….there’s blood on your night shift and hands. I’m a doctor you know me don’t you” he asked gently as if quizzing a small child.
“Now don’t worry I want to check and see if you’re alright” He slipped his dressing gown from her shoulders and made a closer inspection of the willowy body sitting in his chair.
Her hands were unhurt apart from the blood stains, then he noticed lines of red running horizontally across the back of the shift.
“Andrea” he said quietly “I’m going to undo your night shift I want to see your back”
She made no move to respond and her lips, slightly open, stayed mute.
Sento undid the lace ties at her neck until he could slip the shift down from her shoulders and as he did so he marvelled at the wonderful smooth soft skin of her shoulder and back. He held her thick hair away from the top of her bare neck and back to reveal a series of ugly red weal’s on her skin running like tram-lines across her shoulders.
He tried to see further and pushed the material of the nightdress down her body leaving her bare-waisted. He concentrated hard on his medial examination trying to ignore the fresh young and sensual body under his hands.
He found around twenty bruised marks that were now turning dark red where the bleeding had stopped and was beginning to dry. They were thin and about eight inches long.
He opened his doctor’s bag and took out alcohol and with a gauze pad gently smoothed the antiseptic over the wounds. Andrea shuddered at the sudden cold and stinging pain of the antiseptic but otherwise did not move or make a noise.
When he had finished cleaning her wounds he paused for a moment and studied her body. He noticed that her breasts were very small, almost a suggestion of breasts rather than the full mature breasts of a woman who had reached puberty. Her nipples however, were dark and large and stuck out prominently from the surrounding brown aureole.
As she sat in front of him in that dazed state, he realised that she was quite stunningly beautiful and he sat for a selfish moment drinking her in with his eyes, his heart filled with a whirlwind of emotions from lust to pity to wonderment to bafflement.
Suddenly her eyes looked into his and he saw the dark blue pupils dilate suddenly with consciousness, she stiffened momentarily then without any warning suddenly leant forward and kissed him hard and wetly on his lips, her tongue pushing into his mouth with a startling and sudden passion.
He was utterly taken aback, in that it was so sudden and explosive and the last thing he imagined happening within this strange scenario.
He was momentarily unbalanced as he was squatting on his haunches in front of her in the chair. He toppled backwards and she fell with him, landing on top of him her mouth still feverishly kissing him.
“Andrea please you are hurt” he spluttered through her torrent of kissing “come on now, you need to be in bed” he cajoled trying to use his ‘friendly doctor’s’ voice.
But Andrea was in some sort of sudden passion and was scrabbling with her hands at his nightgown when he realised too late, that she was pulling up the hem of his gown so in a moment he was naked from the waist down.
He gently tried to restrain her arms but her quick hands had suddenly found and grasped his penis and in a second she moved her head down his torso till her lips reached the tip of his rod and he suddenly felt the wonderful, delirious, wet warmth of her mouth, as her lips closed over his flaccid organ.
For a moment he lay there helpless and non-plussed He was unable to do anything intelligent, Andrea’s lips started sucking hard on his organ and he felt her flicker the tip of her tongue quickly and expertly around the sensitive glans at the base of the head of his penis.
The feelings flooding through his groin robbed him of any intelligent and rational thought, all he knew was that the sudden rush of blood to his organ was making it rapidly swell inside Andrea’s mouth and the erotic sensations burning through him were as exciting and explosive in their effect on his body as anything he had ever experienced before.
This strange wounded and dazed creature was suddenly in control of him and although he knew it was wrong, he stayed silent and lay there unresisting, while Andrea sucked and licked him wetly, giving him sensations he could not ever remember experiencing at the hands of another human being.
The two year span of involuntary celibacy finally let him down as he felt his testicles swell in their sac and a sweet and shuddering orgasm built up from the stem of his genitals and exploded in a fountain of spasms which squirted thick jet after jet of creamy sperm into her hungry sucking mouth.
He heard her sucking become louder as she fought to swallow the sudden tide of liquid pouring into her cheeks and throat but she carried on her frantic sucking until she had swallowed every last thick droplet.
She then stopped, her mouth let his rigid and sticky member free and she slumped returning to the semi-catatonic state he had found her in.
He lay drained and confused by this sudden bizarre encounter wondering what course of action he might intelligently follow, without resorting to the banal, such as saying thank you to her for giving him such an erotic gift from heaven!
Instead he quickly pulled down the nightshirt over his still hard member lying hard and straight up his stomach, still shiny with her saliva and helped her back up into the chair.
He carefully pulled up her nightdress after putting light gauze bandages on the wounds and sticking them with first-aid plaster tape.
He then helped her to her feet and wondered desperately how and where he could take her before he was discovered in this compromising situation with one of the school’s pupils on his first day.
“Andrea” he asked looking gently into her eyes “where is your room or dormitory?”
There was still no reply and all the girl did was allow Sento to help her along with his hands around her waist to hold her up. He noticed her lips were still glistening from their sudden and earthy drink and a slight trace of his semen still glistened at the corner of her mouth,
“concentrate man” he admonished himself. “You need to help her”
They set off down the corridor in a direction Sento guessed might take them back to the girls dormitory area. After a minute of so he was brought up abruptly when rounding a corner, by the full figure of Mrs Halifax, fully clothed in her severe black dress buttoned to the throat.
“Ah Dr Sento” she said smiling broadly,
“you have found our lost lamb and brought her back to her shepherd you are too kind, only here one day and already we are grateful for your professional help and services”
she smiled and reached out taking Andrea roughly from his arms.
“Come now Andrea I will take you back to your dormitory”
She re-directed her words to him.
“it is amazing is it not doctor, the mystery of sleep walking…you have to keep an eye on them all the time, she will be fine now but thank you for your help and diligence, I’ll take over now, you go back to your bed and I’ll look forward to our meeting in the morning”
With that she took Andrea by the arm and frogmarched her out of sight leaving a dumbfounded Sento with a million questions buzzing around his head.
Mrs Halifax’s exaggerated normality struck a false note
His first day at this strange establishment had brought nothing but surprises and he was beginning to think that he might have made a mistake contracting himself to work there. The one bright and shining thing that filled his heart with a real joy was the beautiful and mysterious Andrea and their bizarre and sexually explosive liaison.
He concluded before blowing out his candle on his return to bed, that Cranton House was not all it appeared to be, something strange and hidden was going on there and it needed further investigation, so he could, at least, get an idea of what he had let himself in for…..for the moment however he lay there savouring the wonderful erotic afterglow of his spectacular orgasm at the mouth of this young girl and knowing that she had stirred both his heart and his loins and as he slipped into a deep sleep, he dreamt she was lying bestride him in the bed, her hips wildly bucking over his groin as he penetrated her slim body and made passionate love to her.
February 2 1897
Dr Sento watched as the cab wheels crunched along the long sweeping drive that formed the approach to the large gothic house that was to be his home for the next few years. The house had been built in 1799 and was now taken over by a sixth form college for young ladies and as this was the age of enlightenment, the school claimed in the literature he had been shown, that it – “catered for the young woman who had a keen intellect and would end up taking their place in society as more than just wives but as part of the ever-growing army that helped to stoke the Victorian era of frantic economic development and growth”, or at least that was the promise.
It was February the start of the Easter term and Dr Sento had acquired the job under what, some might politely term, ‘unusual circumstances’. He had had an unfortunate incident with a patient at his previous city practise and had narrowly avoided being struck off the medical register. The truth was that the woman had been unbalanced and had become obsessed with him and finally after multiple rejections, had made accusations to the police
The benefit of doubt swung in her favour even though he was entirely innocent. The outcome was that the only work he could find was the position as the house doctor and part time biology teacher at the Cranton House special college for girls. It was a long way away from his original practise but at the same time, a long way away from the gossip and snide remarks that had followed him around at home.
The job at the college had been recommended to him via a rather seedy contact of his, who had been at medical college with him but had then travelled abroad for ten years until he had returned in somewhat constrained financial circumstances. It was his acquaintance with people that were not quite on the right side of acceptable that had allowed him to put Sento’s name forward to Mrs Halifax, the College’s Head mistress and over whiskies at the Garrard club in Mayfair he had got Sento to take up the rather strange offer of work and go for an interview at the offices of the school’s solicitors, Norwich Pane and Pane in Cheapside London.
The interview was brief, with few niceties but the money was very good, a yearly salary of £3,300 a year which was more than his needs and a thousand pounds more than he was earning with his London practise. It was a surprisingly high amount but he felt it was good fortune only and not at this stage to be questioned too closely. Clearly the school wanted a new doctor on its staff and at the moment he was willing to be the candidate. He would be able to live in relative luxury especially with his accommodation included at the school.
He had packed all his belongings and moved out of his lodgings and moved North into the depths of the Northumbrian countryside to face his new career in eduaction. At least he would be teaching young females between the ages of 15 and 19 which would be marginally better than teaching boys of the same age!
The air was cold and frosty as the cab, that had picked him up from the dreary grey stone railway station, ended it’s journey by driving up the long gravel drive to come to a halt in front of an imposing, three storey, stone house with a large flight of stone steps leading up to porch and the large, weathered, dark wooden front doors of Cranton house.
The term had started a week before but all was quiet as Dr Sento approached the door and beckoned the cab driver to unload his trunks and portmanteau.
Once Inside the gloomy large vaulted entrance hall, Sento was faced with numerous painted portraits of severe looking people of mainly middle to old age patricians, glaring out of their canvases with defiant and arrogant faces.
As he stood surveying this gloomy scene, the cathedral silence of the hall was broken by the sound of clicking heels running and a slim figure came cannoning around a corner and bumped heavily straight into him.
For a moment he lost his balance and instinctively grabbed the figure to prevent them both from falling over and to help absorb some of the impact of their meeting.
When he and recovered enough to take in his assailant he saw the body was that of a tall slim girl whose face was now staring into his own a few inches from his nose.
A pair of bright blue flashing eyes glared at him, surrounded by long dark soft eyelashes. The nose was straight and long her lips were bright red, full and well defined by rouge make-up. Her skin was soft and clear of complexion with an outdoors fresh faced look, as though she had been in the sun.
The face was angular but quite astonishingly attractive and with a mane of dark hair, which cascaded, unbound by ribbon or cap around her face and shoulders, the effect was very attractive, it was a quite beautiful face in an eager animalistic sense.
She was tall and even though wearing a long black gown with a starched white pinafore over the top, he could discern that underneath was a lean long-limbed body with the suggestion of small firm pert breasts swelling beneath the high-necked, smock style blouse.
Suddenly the face bust into a wide generous smile and a gurgling deep-toned laugh, that was both attractive and strangely arousing.
“You must be the new quack” she said laughing openly at him, whilst still holding his arms she had grabbed during their collision.
“Well I don’t know about quack”…he smiled “my name is Dr Sento and yes I am the new Doctor appointed to Cranton House and whom am I addressing”
Her eyes were glinting as she said with a low voice
“My name is Andrea and our meeting was a lucky one even if it was a bit sudden. I have been told by Mrs Halifax, that’s the headmistress here, to show you to your room.. and” she hesitated, a smirk moving her lips into a delicious expression of conspiracy “I am to be your prefect that means I must help you get to know how this place works and show you around, a sort of personal guide and helper”
her white teeth that made her smile so dazzling, were neat and unblemished and slightly sharp, Sento was for a moment lost in his fixation on her lovely mouth.…
”come on” she laughed, dragging his arm “I’ll show you to your room”.
She turned and sped ahead of him pausing at the foot of a large staircase that spiralled three floors into the body of the house. He picked up his portmanteau looked at his trunks that were now sitting on the tiled mosaic floor where the cab-driver had left them.
“Come on sweet doctor, leave those” she said
“Thomas, one of the porters will take them to your room later, now follow me and keep close, the house is very large and like a rabbit’s warren”
As she sped ahead of him he noted that her waist was small and narrow, obviously tightly constrained by a well laced, bone corset, the effect was highly distracting, drawing his attention to the slim hips above the flare of her skirt.
Under the hem of her long black skirt, he caught sight of a pair of neat high-heeled black leather ankle boots. The boots had multiple eyelets through which laces were crisscrossed tightening the soft leather around her feet, the three inch heels clicking on the wooden floors with her quick and firm step.
They climbed and moved through a labyrinthine series of corridors winding their way through the old building, finally she stopped and flung open a stout oak door and he found himself in his rooms.
The appointments were very pleasant, with a large mahogany desk in one corner a number of comfortable high backed chairs set around a large fireplace that was crackling away with a healthy fire.
Thick rugs and carpets were thrown across the bare boards of the floor and the walls were lined with bookshelves and books in profusion. Andrea moved across the room and opened the door to another room
“And here dear doctor are your sleeping quarters”
Once again Sento felt that although an innocent remark, that the girl had managed to load it with all sorts of sensual implications as she stared directly into his eyes, her small bosom rising and falling after her rushed journey through the school.
“Now I have to go” she said, she brushed past him so close her hair touched his cheek and he could smell a fresh scent that emanated from her skin. A sudden erotic thrill sprang through his body, like a shock of animal electricity, he was aroused and he felt a stirring in his loins. He had not felt an attraction to another female like this, for some three years.
Sento settled quickly into his rooms unpacking his clothes and books and arranging things to suit his taste and habits. An hour after his arrival, it was a late February afternoon and already the light was dimming towards early winter dusk, and having no obligations as yet, he decided to go on a quick exploratory ramble around the house.
He strolled back along corridors until he found climbing stairs, towards the top of the house. He stopped idly and peered into various rooms, some of which were dusty store-rooms, full of books and general school equipment. Others were neglected and filled with various piles of general detritus that probably belonged to the previous owners of the house before it had become a school. Then he opened a door with a well worn brass handle and found himself looking into a large open space that was lit by a number of large roof windows that prevented any view out of the room and only served to let in light.
In the dusky gloom he made out a range of strange apparatus, placed around the room.
He looked carefully at one close to trying to work out what on earth its function might be.
It looked like a horse-riders training device, with a large wooden haunch or ‘horse-back’ covered in well soaped leather and hung with numerous straps. Instead of it being a normal saddle shape it looked as though there were buckled restraints two at each end and more around the central circumference. In his minds eye an image was conjured up of a body lying on top of the main wooden body with the arms and ankles tied into the straps with further restraints holding the neck and torso. It was both repulsive and curious at the same time.
But why on earth would such a device be installed in the school, what was it used for, it was obviously recently used, as all the fittings were bright and clean and he noticed a musky smell that came from the leather ‘horse-back’. He felt sure he recognised it, but couldn’t be sure exactly what it was. It was an animal smell and created a sensual effect that seemed somewhere deep down in his mind to be associated with sex!
Other strange devices were placed around the room all off a similar style with straps, ties, and in a variety of strange shapes. Some were like large wooden crosses, where a figure could be tied spread-eagled and held in place by a series of substantial straps and cuffs.
Another was in the form of rope slings ending in a small canvas chair which hung from a large pivoted bolt in the ceiling ropes ran down from the ceiling to various tie-off points on the wall.
Sento was totally puzzled, what on earth was such equipment doing in a school, who used it and for what reasons? For the time being his curiosity would have to wait.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully with a dinner gong echoing round the building, telling him that dinner was served in the main Dining hall. He watched as the fifty or so girls all pupils, in their neat black dresses and white pinafore uniforms, trooped quietly into the room and took up their places at seat flanking long trestle tables.
His eyes found Andrea among the group, she walked in tall and elegant the gas light reflecting of her shiny dark hair, but she did not look up at him but kept her face cast down. The whole room was eerily quiet and he took his place with the other teachers and tutors at the top table. Mrs Halifax sat in the middle and grace was spoken by a tall lean man with a thin face and a large grey beard dressed all in black. Sento later found out that he was the School Chaplain.
He noticed, while swapping conversational pleasantries with him over dinner, that his breath smelt strongly of drink and judging by the state of his skin and eyes Sento guessed and later discovered correctly, that he was a man in love with the bottle.
The meal was conducted in almost total silence apart from the clatter of cutlery, with the girls eating and hardly raising their eyes, other than to ask quietly for another to pass the water jug or some bread.
The staff on the top table, just murmured pleasantries between each other, but otherwise again were strangely mute.
At one point Mrs Halifax leant across the table and smiled at Sento she asked if he would be so kind as to visit her study in the morning when they could discuss his duties in more detail and give him a plan to familiarise himself with the daily pattern of life at Cranton house. He gracefully accepted and promised to see her at 8.00am.
With dinner over, he watched the girls rise as one and silently collect the dishes and cutlery and stack them on a table at the end of the room, where they were collected by rough looking kitchen staff dressed in grubby white coveralls.
He then decided that not knowing anyone well enough yet to socialise that he would return to his rooms and get to bed early. The train journey from London had been a long one starting at 6.00 am at Kings cross and the ride to Cranton house from the station had taken a long and bumpy two hours.
Making his goodnights to his fellow staff members, he found his way back to his rooms, changed into his nightgown, got into bed turned out the candle, turned over and quickly fell asleep.
At about three o clock in the morning, he was awoken by something. He lay in the dark immediately awake and straining to hear what it was that had brought him back from his dreams. After a couple of minutes of listening to his own breathing he heard it again, a very muffled and distant sounding cry.
His skin prickled as he heard it again. A repetitive, muffled, scream seemed to be coming from somewhere deep in the house.
The cries sounded full of anguish and pain and their repetition seemed to indicate that they were made by someone being beaten in some way as to elicit such regular and sudden out-cries.
He quickly got up and quietly opened the door to his apartment listening hard at the muffled surrounding of the house and stole out into the dark corridor with a candlestick in hand, straining to work out from which direction the screams were coming from.
He worked his way quietly towards what he believed was the source of the cries and as he reached the top floor landing, then as suddenly as they has started the cries stopped.
He waited, straining to hear where the source of the sounds was, but all he could hear was the blood rushing through his veins and the dull throb of his own heart.
He continued along the corridor then went down a small, twisting and enclosed flight of stairs
As he reached the bottom stair an explosion of white burst into his sight as a white apparition suddenly ran into him making him drop his candle in shock and plunging his surrounding into pitch black.
“Who is it” he hissed trying to mask the sudden fear and shock in his voice, He had been both winded and shocked by the sudden impact.
There was no reply and he fumbled in his dressing gown pocket for a match fumbled around on the floor, recovered the candle and carefully struck a match to relight the wick. The flame flared and as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light he saw a tall figure, dressed in a white gown.
The match flared and in the sudden warm glow of light he gasped….it was Andrea, her hair dishevelled, her eyes wet and full of tears and looking blankly past him into the dark as though she were not aware of his presence.
“Andrea are you alright?” he asked, she made no reply but was shivering violently, he realised that she was wearing nothing but a thin cotton shift and bare feet. He quickly took of his dressing gown and draped it around her shoulders and with no plan in his mind other than to console her in some way, led her back along the dark corridors to his room.
He, vigorously stoked the embers and placed some coal onto the dull red glow of the fire and sat her in a chair to keep her warm. As the flames started to flicker back into life and give off and some warmth, he left her and brought a glass from his wash table, found the bottle of brandy he had packed in his trunk and poured a little into the glass and filled the rest of the glass with water then held it up to the dazed girls lips.
“Come on now drink this…slowly or you’ll choke” her eyes were fixed on the fire and her shaking hand slowly grasped the glass and she took a couple of sips.
Sento noticed in the firelight a trace of blood on her fingers that held the glass, then in the light from the lamp he saw small red stains all over the white cotton of nightdress.
What on earth had happened to the girl? He was both worried and puzzled. Perhaps an intruder had broken in and attacked her.
“Andrea” he said squatting in front of her and looking directly into her eyes, “are you alright….there’s blood on your night shift and hands. I’m a doctor you know me don’t you” he asked gently as if quizzing a small child.
“Now don’t worry I want to check and see if you’re alright” He slipped his dressing gown from her shoulders and made a closer inspection of the willowy body sitting in his chair.
Her hands were unhurt apart from the blood stains, then he noticed lines of red running horizontally across the back of the shift.
“Andrea” he said quietly “I’m going to undo your night shift I want to see your back”
She made no move to respond and her lips, slightly open, stayed mute.
Sento undid the lace ties at her neck until he could slip the shift down from her shoulders and as he did so he marvelled at the wonderful smooth soft skin of her shoulder and back. He held her thick hair away from the top of her bare neck and back to reveal a series of ugly red weal’s on her skin running like tram-lines across her shoulders.
He tried to see further and pushed the material of the nightdress down her body leaving her bare-waisted. He concentrated hard on his medial examination trying to ignore the fresh young and sensual body under his hands.
He found around twenty bruised marks that were now turning dark red where the bleeding had stopped and was beginning to dry. They were thin and about eight inches long.
He opened his doctor’s bag and took out alcohol and with a gauze pad gently smoothed the antiseptic over the wounds. Andrea shuddered at the sudden cold and stinging pain of the antiseptic but otherwise did not move or make a noise.
When he had finished cleaning her wounds he paused for a moment and studied her body. He noticed that her breasts were very small, almost a suggestion of breasts rather than the full mature breasts of a woman who had reached puberty. Her nipples however, were dark and large and stuck out prominently from the surrounding brown aureole.
As she sat in front of him in that dazed state, he realised that she was quite stunningly beautiful and he sat for a selfish moment drinking her in with his eyes, his heart filled with a whirlwind of emotions from lust to pity to wonderment to bafflement.
Suddenly her eyes looked into his and he saw the dark blue pupils dilate suddenly with consciousness, she stiffened momentarily then without any warning suddenly leant forward and kissed him hard and wetly on his lips, her tongue pushing into his mouth with a startling and sudden passion.
He was utterly taken aback, in that it was so sudden and explosive and the last thing he imagined happening within this strange scenario.
He was momentarily unbalanced as he was squatting on his haunches in front of her in the chair. He toppled backwards and she fell with him, landing on top of him her mouth still feverishly kissing him.
“Andrea please you are hurt” he spluttered through her torrent of kissing “come on now, you need to be in bed” he cajoled trying to use his ‘friendly doctor’s’ voice.
But Andrea was in some sort of sudden passion and was scrabbling with her hands at his nightgown when he realised too late, that she was pulling up the hem of his gown so in a moment he was naked from the waist down.
He gently tried to restrain her arms but her quick hands had suddenly found and grasped his penis and in a second she moved her head down his torso till her lips reached the tip of his rod and he suddenly felt the wonderful, delirious, wet warmth of her mouth, as her lips closed over his flaccid organ.
For a moment he lay there helpless and non-plussed He was unable to do anything intelligent, Andrea’s lips started sucking hard on his organ and he felt her flicker the tip of her tongue quickly and expertly around the sensitive glans at the base of the head of his penis.
The feelings flooding through his groin robbed him of any intelligent and rational thought, all he knew was that the sudden rush of blood to his organ was making it rapidly swell inside Andrea’s mouth and the erotic sensations burning through him were as exciting and explosive in their effect on his body as anything he had ever experienced before.
This strange wounded and dazed creature was suddenly in control of him and although he knew it was wrong, he stayed silent and lay there unresisting, while Andrea sucked and licked him wetly, giving him sensations he could not ever remember experiencing at the hands of another human being.
The two year span of involuntary celibacy finally let him down as he felt his testicles swell in their sac and a sweet and shuddering orgasm built up from the stem of his genitals and exploded in a fountain of spasms which squirted thick jet after jet of creamy sperm into her hungry sucking mouth.
He heard her sucking become louder as she fought to swallow the sudden tide of liquid pouring into her cheeks and throat but she carried on her frantic sucking until she had swallowed every last thick droplet.
She then stopped, her mouth let his rigid and sticky member free and she slumped returning to the semi-catatonic state he had found her in.
He lay drained and confused by this sudden bizarre encounter wondering what course of action he might intelligently follow, without resorting to the banal, such as saying thank you to her for giving him such an erotic gift from heaven!
Instead he quickly pulled down the nightshirt over his still hard member lying hard and straight up his stomach, still shiny with her saliva and helped her back up into the chair.
He carefully pulled up her nightdress after putting light gauze bandages on the wounds and sticking them with first-aid plaster tape.
He then helped her to her feet and wondered desperately how and where he could take her before he was discovered in this compromising situation with one of the school’s pupils on his first day.
“Andrea” he asked looking gently into her eyes “where is your room or dormitory?”
There was still no reply and all the girl did was allow Sento to help her along with his hands around her waist to hold her up. He noticed her lips were still glistening from their sudden and earthy drink and a slight trace of his semen still glistened at the corner of her mouth,
“concentrate man” he admonished himself. “You need to help her”
They set off down the corridor in a direction Sento guessed might take them back to the girls dormitory area. After a minute of so he was brought up abruptly when rounding a corner, by the full figure of Mrs Halifax, fully clothed in her severe black dress buttoned to the throat.
“Ah Dr Sento” she said smiling broadly,
“you have found our lost lamb and brought her back to her shepherd you are too kind, only here one day and already we are grateful for your professional help and services”
she smiled and reached out taking Andrea roughly from his arms.
“Come now Andrea I will take you back to your dormitory”
She re-directed her words to him.
“it is amazing is it not doctor, the mystery of sleep walking…you have to keep an eye on them all the time, she will be fine now but thank you for your help and diligence, I’ll take over now, you go back to your bed and I’ll look forward to our meeting in the morning”
With that she took Andrea by the arm and frogmarched her out of sight leaving a dumbfounded Sento with a million questions buzzing around his head.
Mrs Halifax’s exaggerated normality struck a false note
His first day at this strange establishment had brought nothing but surprises and he was beginning to think that he might have made a mistake contracting himself to work there. The one bright and shining thing that filled his heart with a real joy was the beautiful and mysterious Andrea and their bizarre and sexually explosive liaison.
He concluded before blowing out his candle on his return to bed, that Cranton House was not all it appeared to be, something strange and hidden was going on there and it needed further investigation, so he could, at least, get an idea of what he had let himself in for…..for the moment however he lay there savouring the wonderful erotic afterglow of his spectacular orgasm at the mouth of this young girl and knowing that she had stirred both his heart and his loins and as he slipped into a deep sleep, he dreamt she was lying bestride him in the bed, her hips wildly bucking over his groin as he penetrated her slim body and made passionate love to her.
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