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estate by gambling, and then perhaps was to lose it again within the next few years, perhaps that might explain why his name did not appear in connection with any large acreage by the time I was searching for information on him in the nineteen seventies. It would take time for deeds of ownership to be registered with the appropriate authorities and, whilst these early Victorians were noted bookkeepers, things moved very slowly by comparison with my own era.
    A jerk of the lead to one side indicated we were to turn off the perimeter pathway now and head straight down another path we had come to that headed back, I presumed, in the general direction of my little compound. A mile or so on, we reached an area where the trees thinned to either side for a hundred yards or so and the cleared ground was covered with a far thicker carpet of grass that was actually green rather than the fading colour it was elsewhere.
    Erik tugged backwards on my leash and issued a single command for me to halt. My continued display of swaying feminine bits must have had its inevitable effect on him; without further ceremony or warning, he grasped me by the hips and entered me again. Immediately I felt myself responding to his thrusts from deep within the uncontrollable centre of my flesh, which had been my nemesis from the first moment I was transported back in time into this body. But even as the tide began to rise, I could not help wondering if this was now to be my lot for whatever was left of my life here - to be treated as something less than human and to be used at the whim of whoever happened to be on the other end of the chain clipped to my collar.
    This time, my body's strength was found wanting and despite Erik's solid support my knees soon buckled. Sensing I could no longer hold myself up, he allowed me to sink slowly to my knees, following me down without ever slipping out of my cloying pussy. Then, as I knelt with my head touching the ground, he continued to pump in and out of me until I was once again moaning and writhing in the throes of an overpowering climax.
    To my surprise, Erik's latest assault did not last anywhere near as long as the earlier ones. After what could have been no more than five minutes at most, he withdrew from me without coming himself. He allowed me a few moments to recover something resembling composure, and then lifted me back into my earlier proscribed position.
    'Every hour or so, say she,' he informed me with yet another pat of my bottom followed by a sly stroke across my slippery nether lips. 'Wet she says to be kept you must and wet are you for sure.' He chuckled. 'Wet think I you always are anyways,' he added, 'but hurt it does not sure to be.'
    I knew that if I ever had the chance I could easily throttle Meg even given the diminished strength of this body of Angelina's, for real hatred can generate miraculous feats and now I knew I truly did hate that mad woman. I felt utterly helpless and totally abased by the simple way in which she could order me to be screwed at regular intervals simply to make sure I stayed wet and presumably ready for whatever it was she was planning for my next ordeal. To be shagged without having any say in the matter was one thing, but to be so merely as a form of self-lubrication...
    Images of black-clad maids swinging from nooses with their tongues lolling from bloated purple lips swam before my eyes. It was an automatic response that made me move forward again at Erik's command, for my thoughts were no longer on the path we were following. Meg would pay for this one day, of that I was now determined. Whatever she tried to inflict upon Angelina, I would keep the poor girl's body alive until we were both avenged. Justice, I swore, would come to both Meg and the man behind her madness, even if it were to be a justice never recorded for posterity, as neither of them had apparently passed into the annals of history. I grimaced as I considered a picture of Erik ramming into Meg as