In this part James decides he cannot leave the past behind.
Heather in the Highlands Pt 3.
Chapter 1.
He had to check. To see whether the ghosts had done their magic or not. Only James had felt guilty at not having told Heather that he’d made imprints of the keys before tossing the originals down the vent.
That’d had been the worst part of the whole thing for him. The symbolism of throwing those keys away thus imprisoning her for all time. So six months after he’d attended her ‘funeral,’ along with his parents in Ft William, he was actually going to see if her body needed to be disposed of. It was a hot October afternoon and he’d packed a picnic, planning to…well hoping to share it with her.
Arriving at Claggan his heart was already pounding, the same way it always did on sighting the ruin, but as today he was going inside this was different and in a way he didn’t know whether to continue. If she was dead, then so be it, but if Heather really was alive…that might cause more problems for both of them. He had enough to deal with at the moment already.
Most times he’d just driven past on his way to the peatbeds. Only the first, the occasion when all three of the family had been present to witness James scattering the ‘ashes’ Kelvin had provided did his parents see just how much he’d thought of Miss McCreadie. They’d arrived back from Aberdeen the night before the funeral, not even knowing she’d ‘died’. Only his devastated face greeting them had silenced the pair. June’s plan to show him the delightful pictures of their newest arrival were halted.
The three had travelled to Ft William for the service and only then, talking to Janice did Kelvin find out from the concocted story they’d agreed on that Heather had ‘died’ in James’ arms the week before. He pledged right then to look after the lad as best he could during the following months. His boy had been grief-stricken at first but used time to work off his sorrow and the farm would prosper as a result. The photo of Miss McCreadie taken by him up the tower at Claggan Castle during that first magical holiday then made an appearance in his bedroom. Anytime he needed space away from the farm he would tell the others he was off to visit ‘Heather’s place’
Today he was going to see if she was really there!
Parking up he grabbed torches and stuff then went downstairs, pleased to see the place was as he’d expected. Even the manacle room was intact, though he knew where the keys were for those ones. Spraying oil onto the hatch chain James hauled up on it. The massive lump slowly rising up to the side. James quietly eased the two wedges into place to support it then nervously approached the first of the locked doors.
Sliding the key into the lock he prayed it’d work, sighing with relief as it clicked and so the bolts followed and James went through, doing the same to the second door and finally he stood outside Heather’s cell. Sniffing the air and relieved there was no smell of decaying corpse. He looked through the bars, the candles burning as before and he saw…
Chapter 2.
Ever since those keys had rattled down the pipe Heather McCreadie had prayed like never before for something to happen. The first night being the worst as the ghosts never came for her. She’d felt really grim, stomach cramping, lungs burning her alive and at one point Heather begged for something to take her away from this before passing out. So was surprised to wake later with only a slight pain running through her body. Had they been after all?
With no sense of time Heather worked on ‘sleeps,’ using a nail and scratching lines into the wall above her bed. Like in cartoons of prisoners ticking off the ‘days-til-release’. Though the thought that she’d never leave here had driven Miss McCreadie into hysterics at one point on her seventh period of ‘wake’ as she called it. Smashing her fists into the wall, tugging the restraining bolt there then trying to get the chain off her collar. But James’ handiwork was too good so another ‘day of despair’ began for the girl.
By ‘wake’ ten she no longer ached, in fact Heather felt quite good. Starting to realise she was putting some weight on again. If only she’d got James to leave her sandwiches or something else instead of just biscuits and cake. “Guess he assumes I’ll be dead by now instead of almost cured!” she grumbled. “I wonder what my ‘funeral’ was like?” a faint grin in the darkness of her humour.
The ghosts came for her days later as she lay there. Though at first Heather thought she was dreaming as her blanket drew back and the dress came up. Looking down however she saw it really moving and she smiled as it got to work. Minutes later she was squealing in ecstasy as it brought her off into one hell of an orgasm. So maybe things weren’t so bad if this kept happening. Occasionally she’d lose it and tug at her chains but the girl had eventually resigned herself to her situation.
So she lived on regardless, doing limited twisting and bending exercises because of the wrist cuffs, shuffling up and down the cell but the girl couldn’t complain. She was the one who’d asked James to put her down here, if ONLY he hadn’t obeyed her last request and toss the keys down the vent. He’d assured Heather they were the only ones and she believed that to be true as he’d promised never to lie to her.
Her current ‘day’ dream continued, hearing quiet footsteps in the corridor and the squeak of a bolt at her cell door, then the lock clicked so she smiled and opened her eyes to see…
A FACE AT THE BARS!
Heather scrambled off the bed, her eyes widening as the door creaked open and James slowly walked in. Stunned she was alive, and looking like the first day he’d seen her last year. That beautiful face back to normal, paler in the candlelight, but currently with a look of utter shock on it. “Hello honey, I’m back,” he said as she gaped.
“JAMES!” she squealed, bursting into tears and he came closer, wrapping the girl in his arms. Thrilled she was all right and he savoured the feelings he’d thought he’d never have again. Their lips meeting for a kiss then he ruffled her hair. They stayed like that for ages before she gently pushed him away and sat down on her bed.
“The keys you put down the vent, you said those were the only ones, how did you get in?” she said at last, a note of what to him sounded like annoyance or accusation in her voice. He looked surprised at her tone, then realised she was naturally struggling to comprehend what was happening.
“Well…at the time they were,” he said, looking a little sheepish. “But I didn’t say I’d made imprints into clay beforehand, then had new ones made. So I didn’t lie, just…bent the truth somewhat,” and she smiled as he carried on. “I had to know one way or another about you. Heather love, I cared so much for you and now I know you’re alive I’ll promise I always will. Besides you are looking rather good today.”
Heather glowed at that, lifting her legs up and showing him she was still manacled as before. “Yeah, it’s been a struggle. But my ghostly friends eventually did their stuff…so it appears I’m cured…or at least in remission or whatever it’s called. No aches or pains anywhere,” she said and looked down at her wrists. “However buddy I’d be a lot better if you took these off please, or at least cut the link,” Heather asked, waving her arms indicating the chain between them, the same for her legs. “Going to the bucket is bloody difficult, especially in this dress. I nearly tipped the damn thing over one day overbalancing.”
He grinned at her and she looked pained at first, then smiled as he said he’d cut them. How he’d get the actual cuffs off her limbs would have to be worked out. Somehow he’d get her next door into the workshop. But how to do it while she was still chained to the wall as he knew the ‘link’ to the castle must not be broken…and that began to worry him. Did Heather realise this yet?
Heather waited nervously as James went to fetch his bolt-cutters, happy that soon she’d be able to get outside and her body tingled with anticipation. He returned, telling her to sit down so he could start with her ankles. “Why? Fancy having a little… once I can open them wide enough?” she chuckled and he went red.
“No, well maybe later once I know you’re OK,” he replied, telling her to be patient. James positioned himself and snipped through the second loop from the manacle itself. The first would need to remain intact for the snaplocks. Another snip and the chain dropped away with a clatter. Heather raised one leg on its own, then the other before standing up. “Nice, now do my wrists so I can give you a great BIG bearhug.”
He did so, letting the link that’d bound her fall away and Heather groaned, as she was able to flex both shoulders’ independently. Swinging her arms for a moment. “C’mer,” she giggled and wrapped herself around, hugging him tight, both of them starting to cry as they held on. After a while of this they dried up, James wiping away her tears before she sat down and held the chain by her collar. “Last one,” she grinned, that fading on seeing him place the boltcutters on the bed well away from where they should be heading.
James looked painfully at her then shook his head. “I’m sorry love. But I cannot do that one, if I cut it love, you’ll probably die and…I’m not prepared to risk that,” he said at last.
Heather McCreadie was stunned into silence. Her mouth flapping open in disbelief. “But…you MUST!” she finally squealed, tugging the chain, staring at him, her eyes wider than he’d ever seen before. The girl getting to her feet and going to the wall. Placing both hands near the bolt and pulling as best she could, begging him to do the last cut then take her home to Braemore. James had to stop her, grabbing the lassie and spinning Heather around, forcing her against the stonework, holding both wrists high above her head and pressing himself against her.
Unfortunately he was not used to dealing with pretty girls in dresses, thinking the restrictive length of her outfit would stop any kicking. Forgetting that Heather’s ankles were free now and she made him pay. A well-placed knee missed his crown jewels by a fraction, bouncing off his thigh but still making James wince. “That’s enough missy, settle down,” he snapped as she tried that again, really struggling and crying but helpless in his grip. She tried a different tack, attempting a head-butt that only just missed and he lost control. Quickly letting go of an arm he slapped Heather’s face as hard as he’d do with errant livestock. The blow stunned her but did the trick.
A flaming imprint of his fingers on her cheek and she stopped struggling, but James was not in the mood to cease. Dragging Heather to the bed and throwing her on, then he mounted her and pinned the girl down, his face inches from hers. “Now stop it, or I’m gonna leave you, understand?” he barked, “Down here, alone, afraid, locked in your collar, the doors and hatch secured and me gone for ever. Do you want that, or shall I try to help you?” he said. The last bit quieter as he could see how terrified she’d become.
Heather’s tearstained face looked up at him but knowing he was right was still devastating for her when she’d thought it’d soon be over. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as he let go, getting off and allowing her to sit up then embrace him. “But you must see… it’s been such a nightmare down here…I didn’t want to continue living. Yes I was alone and afraid, so don’t you DARE taunt me!” her voice getting angry again. However seeing him starting to glare at her she moderated the tone, afraid he’d abandon her after all. “I’m sorry…at one point I really wanted to die and be done with it,” she said but stopped on seeing him stiffen.
His hands gripped hers tight enough to hurt but Heather was amazed when he started to cry instead. “Please love, please never say that, after what I’ve just been through,” he wept and now it was her turn to hold on as he then told the girl something that appalled her.
“Barely a fortnight ago I had to attend two more funerals. My best friends Gary and Martin. Both of them fellow farming mates’ killed in a tractor crash on the Ullapool road a week or so before. Drunk-driving trucker ploughed headfirst into them. I was following with Kelvin and saw the whole thing. We rushed to help but once there saw it was hopeless and we needed proper cutting gear rather than trying ourselves. Running back to ours to phone for the rescue guys we were fifty yards away when the whole lot blew up.” Heather gasped at that, clutching his hands as the guy trembled. Hearing those screams echoing again in his head as people died in agony.
“Imagine how you’d have felt losing Janice and one of the others and seeing it happen?” he continued. “Now I know you’re alive love, then I…I can try to save you when I couldn’t rescue my friends. Will that do? I’m promising you now Heather that I’ll do my best to make life here more comfortable. But you in turn must realise that you simply cannot leave…ever. Remember, according to records you’re officially dead anyway. These ghosts here have given you a wonderful second chance that my Gaz and Marz will never get, OK?”
Both of them were now in tears and he apologised for losing his rag and she nodded, stroking his face, kissing him tenderly as he simmered down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” James man enough to accept what she said, cuddling her body until she’d settled.
Chapter 3.
To change the subject Heather asked about Jenna’s baby, remembering she’d been due. Astonished to find the young Hollie Louise was nearly six months old. Her eyes watered at the fact she’d never be able to have a child herself, also shocked at how long she’d already been incarcerated here and it shook her up, James stroking to calm her again with a kiss for good measure.
“Louise, that’s nice. It was…well is my middle name too,” she said softly. James nodded. “I know, Jen asked me to suggest one and rather than being too corny or obvious, I said Louise instead, they liked it so H-L she became. Think Kelvin and June are aware of my reasoning, and they don’t mind. But what they’d say if they knew I was here talking to the real ‘Lou’ I dread to think.”
They both chuckled at that. James also saying that Jen had finally decided to clear out her wardrobes, purging at Braemore and her place in Aberdeen. “Four bloody great bags of gear going to charity shops or the dump. Do you want any of them before I junk the rest?” She agreed and he said he’d bring the whole lot next weekend for her to rummage through. “I think your ‘naughty nightie’ is in there!” he grinned and Heather blushed SO red. There were some spare blankets at home he’d fetch as well. The guy wasn’t sure how cold it’d get down here. Heather saying so far the temperature seemed to remain constant and was comfortable enough but she’d appreciate extra protection.
However he did warn her that there may be the odd time due to bad weather when he’d have to miss a couple of visits. The last few winters hadn’t been that bad for snowfall but she needed to be prepared. “Well I got through the first six months alright. So we’ll see about that when it comes.” Getting a rub as James knew how hard this was for her.
He announced plans to ‘chain-up’ the corridor thus it would allow Heather to move around her floor. She could use snaplocks on those loose loops of the manacles and get from room to room without breaking the ‘link’. Though having realised what this might mean she paused and asked him to do the whole place instead! “There’s plenty of chain lengths still next door, isn’t there?”
James went into the workshop and looked at the racks, measuring lengths with his eyes. She was right and as he was a member of the Mountain Rescue team now he had a whole box of climbing snaplocks in the jeep. So he came back and told her, seeing Heather’s eyes light up. “It’d mean I could even go… upstairs…beyond the hatch, couldn’t I?” she said, nervously hoping... “Yep. I’ve got no problem with that. Do you good to get some daylight love,” he replied and she rushed forward and gave him a hug.
Over the next two hours he did a great job. Banging spikes into walls and affixing cables to them. Returning to Heather and saying it was all done as she’d asked. There was enough slack for them to overlap so she could clip one ankle to the next length before undoing the first but now she could get to the main door. “But you MUST check before moving on. This is so important honey, I wouldn’t want to lose you now,” he said and she nodded, getting a reassuring kiss. The closest one stretched from the first corridor barrier right into her cell though James warned her each length weighed a lot. “Keep me exercised then,” she grinned, holding the snaplock.
Heather clipped it to her leg and checked it was secure, showing James the little tab was across. Then he came close with the boltcutters and she held the neckchain, allowing him to pause, then snip the loop. “Oh goodness that’s better!” Miss McCreadie exclaimed as the weight dropped off and she could relax, letting the chain go with a clatter as it fell to the floor. “Yep, I’m fine. No dizziness love,” she said having paused to see.
James smiled as he fitted a snaplock to the end, saying as these shouldn’t undo she’d be OK. But put the ankle one on as well when sleeping ‘just in case’ one came off. Heather agreed before giving him a kiss of thanks. Then heading for the door, nervously peering out of the cell before stepping into the corridor. She didn’t bother teasing James by locking him in but paced herself to the staircase, managing not to trip over on the chain, though the drag was considerable as he’d warned.
Arriving at the bottom she looked up, feeling a breeze on her face but didn’t go further despite the next length from above being there ready for her. James came up behind, sliding hands round her waist. “You going on up?” he asked, surprised when Heather said no. “Guess I’m scared, OK?” and that got her a kiss and stroke before they went back to her room and sat on the bed for another cuddle.
“So what do the ghosts do to you now you’re OK?” he asked. Fascinated at her reply about the sexual side, seeing her eyes close and a warm smile at the memories. Opening in amazement when he asked would the ghosts do the same for him? “Hardly likely James, for a start you’re not chained to the wall by any means, no collar or manacles.” He sat there mulling things over. “If I mounted a new one and chain near to yours. Then did my wrists and legs, I wonder?”
He got up and went next door, seeing what was left, then returned carrying a whole lot of stuff that was dumped on the bed. Even asking her permission before knocking the spike in. James felt foolish, as an idea of wearing restraints just to see how Heather felt seemed ridiculous. But he’d issued the challenge and Miss McCreadie was accepting it.
The girl however also said he’d ‘look so sweet all dolled up in a frock’ and that made him splutter as she pointed to her outfit. “No I didn’t mean that as well,” but she said no. “The only way they’ll do it is if you’re wearing the dress and lying down, remember there should be a second in the casket. Go and fetch it and we’ll see.”
The guy went upstairs to the casket and opened it. Dragging out the two grey dresses then finding the last at the bottom. Rolling it up and returning downstairs to see her grinning broadly at him. So the fact Heather was needling him made things worse as she examined it closely. “Yep, I think you’ll fit” She held it open and he took it off her, trying to remember how she did things. Planting one foot into the middle, then the other before lifting the front bit up; surprised at how heavy it was.
“Not bad,” she chuckled as he got the robe to his waist, then reached an arm deep down into the sleeve before she helped James do the other and shrug himself into it. It was a better fit than he thought, snug round the arms as the girl went around the back and started doing the hooks-and-eyes, telling him to breath in a bit as it was hard to do him up. “You’ve put a little timber on, yes?” and James admitted he had. “Too much breakfast at home. Even June’s been on at me,” he chuckled. Heather smiling, “Yeah, toast, it’d make a change from cake and biscuits, even choccy ones,” and they both laughed at that.
“Shame you don’t ‘fill-out’ the bust but really I’m surprised you fit. I’m sure it wasn’t that big before. My ‘spooky friends’ must have known and adjusted it before you unpacked. There you go, all secured, Jemima!” Heather said minutes later as the last was done, and she giggled like a schoolgirl as the lad did his best not to blush. “Gaz and Marz are looking down on me now, pissing themselves rotten,” he exclaimed and they laughed. Heather pleased that he could think about his lost friends like that.
He managed not to slap her as she smiled and sat down, critically examining him as he ran hands over his body. “OK, time for the ‘personal restraints’ I think you once called them,” Heather said reaching for the collar he’d earlier mounted a few feet from her own chain. Though as hers’ was disconnected and Miss McCreadie wore a leg one from the bedframe they wouldn’t get tangled up. She could however see how nervous he was and stopped ribbing him. Unlocking the device and holding it out. James took it from her and slipped it around his neck, closing it with that little snap. Pleased the padding didn’t grip too tightly. Then Heather reached forward and turned the key, the clunk audible to both. “Bloody hell,” he murmured.
Heather took the key out and saw James’ chest rising and falling a little quicker. So she let him settle then took the wrist cuffs and locked those in front before doing his ankles. James shuddering now as he tugged his arms, realising the power she now had over him as she walked to the door and put the keys out of his reach. “Lie down honey, and I’ll tuck you in,” she grinned as he shuffled towards the bed, the ankle manacles trying to trip him up. Heather helped him on the way he’d done that last night and lay back, the girl coming over with the blanket. Covering him to the chest allowing James to rest both wrists on his stomach.
“There, all done Jemima,” she whispered, sitting alongside and reaching for his face, gently stroking him. “Want a blindfold?” she asked and to no surprise he declined. “No, you only had one because you’d asked for it for the journey. If, or when I should say, I return next time I’ll let you do it, OK?” and she nodded. Telling him to close his eyes anyway. “Goodnight sweetheart,” she said, giving him a smooch and he responded with a grin. Then the bed lurched and she left him to his dreams. Grabbing the bag with his T-shirt shorts and shoes that she’d told him to bag up to ‘keep the place tidy’.
She walked to the door, clipping the chain from the corridor before undoing the one from the bed. Always careful to check she was attached somehow. “OK? I’ll let you have an hour or so,” she said, blowing James a kiss before heading out of the entrance, closing the door but not, thankfully to him, slamming it like the first time he’d done it to her. The bolts slid across and then the clunk as Miss McCreadie locked it, the faint rattle of the key symbolising his predicament as he heard her moving things around in the workshop next door.
Chapter 4.
Silence fell and NOW he understood, feeling a surge of something he could not explain rationally, coming into his body from the neck. Flowing to reach all of his limbs and it must be the collar; his ‘link’ to the castle and it really shook him up. Also to huge embarrassment James could feel his cock starting to swell, rubbing against his pants and he looked down, seeing a ‘tent’ forming in the blanket! Oh the shame and he was glad there were inches of metal between him and Heather. Though he didn’t know she was now watching through the bars, the girl smiling as her plan came to fruition.
Now James/Jemima was safely bound to Claggan, taking her place Heather paused as she reached the staircase having silently locked and bolted the doors in the corridor. Changing chain to the next one and so on and she marvelled at the way he’d got the lengths measured. So now after several changes Heather McCreadie stood at the entrance, blinking in the bright light despite it nearly at sunset. Seeing James’ jeep parked by the doorway.
The only thing she’d dared not do was the hatch, but knowing he’d not be able to escape was enough. She came back to the last room before the doorway, still holding his clothes as her eyes got used to daylight again. Heather was exhausted already after climbing the stairs, thinking those exercises done in the cell should have kept her fitter than this.
For the first time in six months Heather stripped off the dress, pleased that it, and her body were in the same condition as the day she’d entered. Well actually, having been ‘cured’ she’d put a bit of weight back on and felt good about it. A quick check then she got dressed into his stuff, though stepping into his shorts needed two chain changes because of the cuffs, thankfully the belt had a few smaller holes to stop it dropping off her slim waist. His sneakers on last, doing the laces around her ankles as these were bigger than her own.
Now she was ready, picking the keys for the jeep out of his pocket. A look outside then she took a deep breath…and unclipped her ankle from the cuff. Stepping through the doorway knowing she was FREE!
Immediately however Heather felt queasy, her heart began pounding as she reached the vehicle, got the door open, jumping into the drivers’ seat. Miss McCreadie hoping it’d settle down as she searched for the ignition. Looking out she wondered how she’d be able to drive anyway having never learned. Her eyesight was dreadful, she’d not focused on anything distance wise for months. She tried to get her vision working by blinking rapidly but it didn’t and her eyes blurred as a voice started to boom in her ears…
‘Heather what have YOU DONE GIRL? YOU CANNOT DO THIS’ it said, echoing through her like being between speakers at a rock concert. She gripped the wheel and began to cry, realising what a mistake she’d made. Leaving James to suffer, when he’d lovingly cared so much for her. She couldn’t betray him over that second set of keys to get revenge. He’d assured her that hers had been the only ones, technically that was correct as the replacements had been made afterwards.
Besides Heather had five loops of metal still locked on her body. No way would she be able to cut them off without causing serious injury, especially the collar. She felt really rocky now, her body starting to ache from lungs and stomach like the bad times and she knew…she HAD to return and chain herself to Claggan before it was too late!
Sobbing Heather left the jeep, slamming the door in frustration and rushed for the entrance before she collapsed. Only just making it before her legs gave way and she tumbled to the hard stone floor, hands scrabbling for the chain end and clipping it to the loop on her collar. The surge of power made her wail, as it seemed to punish her for what she’d done, shocks tearing round her body and getting worse. “I’m so sorry James,” she wept. “Please forgive me!” was her last words before Miss McCreadie passed out.
Meanwhile a ghost or probably more than one was teasing James, he thought as hands ran themselves over him. Certainly the one clamped round his cock, having released it from his pants was causing serious embarrassment. He was rather well endowed, as Heather knew so well, and the ghost made use of it. Really stroking him hard, then beginning to masturbate the guy. He began groaning as it grew in ministration, hoping it’d stop before he blew a load into the dress. But that was a forlorn hope and he began shaking, his eyes blurring then James erupted, spewing a full stream onto the material, some of it dripping onto his legs and the guy knew a serious cleanup would be needed after this.
The power however kept flowing, rushing all over him, making James groan as every fibre of his body seemed to tingle as it increased. Gasping to breathe he saw stars appearing in front of his eyes at the strain before the world began to turn dark and he faded away.
Coming to James immediately knew something was wrong. Opening his eyes…to find hair draped across his face. Blonde hair and he brushed it away, feeling it tumbling either side of his face!
“What the hell,” he murmured, looking down and seeing bulges, where no bulge, let alone two should be as he brought his hands up, touching…BREASTS! And they were parked on HIS chest. Trembling fingers tapping the very sensitive nipples that were rubbing against the dress, feeling tremors rushing through his body as it dawned on him what had somehow happened. He was now a girl!
Another surge of shock ran through him…or was it her as James’ hands moved down below a much slimmer waist, pressing between his legs, praying to find his… But his heart sank at the lack of the bulge there. “Oh my goodness, I’m really…Jemima?” he said, the plaintive squeak not his normal timbre, but not sounding like Heather either. Her soft Highland accent another reason why he’d loved her so much.
Jemima continued her examination and the obvious, reaching under the blanket and hoiking the dress up. Her fingers finding no sign of a penis…only…yeah. She gasped as a digit slowly slid into the new slit, making her tremble as she kept going, exploring a thing she knew what to do with. But NOT how it felt now, realising it must be the ghosts doing this.
James had said ‘I want to feel exactly how you were love,’ and they’d taken that too literally by far. She found… hmmm, that little treat all girls possess and despite the situation Jemima began to play with herself. Rolling it round her finger, wonderful sensations bursting all over. No wonder Heather reacted that way when he’d toyed with hers. Another finger joining the first and before long Jem was starting to tremble. Her nipples getting even more sensitive as the fabric rubbed them.
To her surprise she felt hands grab her wrists, lifting them out from her clit and Jemima squealed in frustration. The dress flowing down and blanket replacing itself. “So close,” she moaned as her ardour cooled. But a moment later she felt more hands…these lifting her arms and holding them to her collar. A faint tinkling came and Jemima tugged, but her wrists had somehow locked themselves to her neck restraint…leaving her helpless as the blanket again drew down and her dress up. Both knees opening themselves as far as the ankles would allow. Spreading Jem wide enough and she flushed at the thought of exposing her midriff to…whom?
She gasped as the fingers returned to her clit, rubbing harder now, then the bed lurched and Jem’s eyes snapped open, to see obviously nothing, but feeling something now resting on her legs as the hands vanished. Then pressing either side of her body like a bloke would do! Another squeal…as something larger touched her outer lips. “Yes, please” she moaned, “do it to me,” and the ghost complied. Jemima trembling as sloooowly the object slid into her wet and waiting pussy. The girl knowing she was about to be deflowered as it reached the hymen. Coming out slightly as Jemima tried to open her legs a little more. Then the weight suddenly increased as it thrust into her.
A hand clamped across her mouth and seconds later Jem screamed into it as she felt a slight tearing before the cock broke through, going much deeper than she thought. No wonder Jenny, the first girl he’d ever screwed had done the same when their teenage fumbling had got out of hand. Now he/she was seeing it first hand and she apologised to her ex. Slowly the ghostly penis withdrew before coming in again once she’d relaxed a little as the pain subsided. It began to go in and out, Jemima reacting to the movement, wanting more, and trying to grip it, the way Heather did with James. So THIS was how she’d felt and Jem grinned into the hand which soon released her face.
Faster it went, really sawing into her body now and Jemima was getting warm with exertion. So dear Heather had been saved by the ghosts then spent her time getting laid! Lucky girl and she too was determined to get some action. Feeling very strange heat building within her. Hands working her nipples through the dress and Jem began groaning louder. “Please,” she gasped as it increased, making the bed rock as she bucked in time to its thrusting jabs, then felt a rushing sensation and her pussy twitched before sparks exploded into her head. Pounding the girl unconscious.
Chapter 5.
James awoke and found Heather sitting alongside him. Her face red with tears. The girl not her normal self though she was wearing the same dress he was in. His hands reached up and rather than stroke her, touched himself in the chest area, but not finding two wonderful breasts, nor any sign of those blonde locks. The restraints were all off and somehow she’d even removed the collar without waking him. His cock too was back and just for a moment he was…well he’d better find out what Heather was so upset about as he swung his legs off the bed to give her more room. Shuffling closer and their hands clasping as the real girl’s sobs slowly dried up.
“I’m sorry James, I’m so sorry I did that to you,” she began and he assumed she’d known that once out of the room the ghosts would take advantage. But she babbled on about the jeep and her eyesight then paused, then he realised Miss McCreadie must have been OUTSIDE! But he also knew the last chain would only have reached the entrance so she’d not been secured to the castle. Had Heather broken faith with him after all that had been said and done? He had to ask but didn’t really want to hear her reply.
“Heather…love. I want you to tell me what you did out there. Be honest,” and he had to think carefully now. He loved her too much to lose her again. “You…you got me to swap…change into the dress, lock me into those restraints…so you could try to escape. Right?” and it took a minute for her to reply. The faintest of nodding before she broke down again. His arms wrapped themselves around her.
He didn’t know what to say as her cries continued unabated. For the first time in his life James was lost for words. This situation was so far out of reality for him yet he could never be angry despite the loss of his mates. Heather had suffered so much this last year and surely he couldn’t add to that. It was miraculous she was alive. Only the ghosts were doing it for her, to keep the girl as their Guardian to stop Claggan Castle from rotting away. She’d been selfish, thinking only about herself rather than him. But under the stress she’d endured he couldn’t blame her, could he?
“I’ll accept any punishment James, from you…or them,” she said having dried up, going on to explain she’d tried to get away and the result. The restart of her pains, knowing straight away that it wouldn’t work and that was why she’d returned. She saw him nodding and her heart leapt, hoping he’d forgiven her as James tenderly kissed her cheek. “Lie down honey, right in the middle, you need a long rest,” he said, getting up, allowing Heather to comply.
Swinging her legs up but careful not to knock the snaplock off her ankle cuff. Then he took action, grabbing the chain for her collar and securing that before undoing her leg. But she gasped as he fitted another to the first then attached her ankle to the frame of the bed, then more as the other was also secured. She began to tremble as he fetched more from the box, placing these on her wrists then tugging those to the head frame, thus spread-eagling her. She remained silent, this was obviously his verdict and she could see his face, not obviously angry, just looking sad as he came back with strips of material.
Heather was gagged then blindfolded before the blanket was laid over her now shuddering body. A kiss on the nose then the bed lurched before the ‘bang’ of her door being slammed, presumably locked too, yes as the keys rattled in the locks. Heather waited a few moments as this was repeated twice more from the corridor. Then the whole room trembled as the big hatch slammed down, but she knew what might come next was worse and her tears flowed on.
Crying into her gag as the vent top screeched then the hollow tinkle tinkle thump as her keys landed on the cushion still there. The last chance she’d have, blown by her own selfishness and the girl tugged helplessly on the cuffs, begging the ghosts to come and save her from her own folly.
James too was crying as he sat in the jeep, having lost his temper again with her again. Cursing his lack of fibre at punishing Heather like this. Yes it would only last an hour till he used the original keys to get back down there, plus James promised to honour that pledge to make her life here as comfortable as possible. Quite how that’d be done he didn’t know, so there was a project to be considered.
He had a drink, then his sandwiches before reaching for the keys and heading back down. Managing not to trip over the hem as he’d forgotten to change out of the dress! That showed how screwed up his own mind was. Silently getting the hatch up then opening the doors. Hearing already her pitiful crying as he came into the cell and saw the blanket moving over the shrouded form.
It stopped as soon as he sat down on the bed. Easing the blanket away and undoing her blindfold and the gag. Of course Heather expected it to be the ghost and she looked shocked at seeing James there. Her face clearing with relief as he reached up and freed both wrists then her legs, the girl sitting up and embracing him before the tears returning as she held tight. She tried to speak but a finger laid across those lips quietened her down.
“I think we’ve both learned a lesson there love,” he said and felt her nodding. The girl saying yes, she’d accepted that only being physically attached to Claggan would keep her alive. “What I felt just in those few minutes in the jeep was enough but I had to know. It’s gonna be hard to cope with, but better than being dead eh?” and he smiled as she continued, now sounding rational again.
“I was wondering if you could put a few more chains around the place. On days’ you come, would you allow me to get to the main hall or even the tower, so I can see that daylight you promised. From what I saw…or rather the fact that I couldn’t see. My eyes are shot-through from not being able to long-focus. If there isn’t enough cable left, at least leave the ones already there so I can sit by the door?” she asked.
“I can do that love, the tower is a better option as you cannot be seen from up there. In fact I’m gonna remove one of the cell doors and put it at the entrance. If that works it means, well on the days’ I’m in the area I can come and free you, but you’ll remain inside the walls. It’ll let you have the run of the place. I’m going to test something now, see if that works. Explaining that as long as the ghosts knew she was somehow locked inside then they’d keep her going.
“When I lock and bolt that door, take off the chain, but let me know straight away if you feel queasy and get it on quickly love. If not, then it hopefully means you’re going to be OK, yes?” Heather nodded. This would be a massive improvement if it did work. James walked out and locked the door, Heather waiting anxiously until he said the three bolts were across. Nervously she asked was it done and he assured her by holding up the key. Miss McCreadie undid the chain then let it go onto the floor.
She’d almost expected to faint but after a moment there was nothing. No surge, no voices booming at her again, no pain either and Heather waited a couple of minutes to be sure then got to her feet and approached the door. Pressing her face into the bars and meeting the lips of James for an awkward kiss. “It works, it bloody works, I’m gonna be alright,” she gushed, breaking down in tears for a moment then rushing back to the bed.
His face fell; thinking it’d gone wrong after all as she hurried to clip the chain back on. He waited till she showed him she was secure before unlocking and entering. Reaching the bed he wrapped Heather into his arms as she wept, the girl smiling at the fact she’d have limited freedom now. Yes James would have to leave her under the hatch except the days he intended visiting, but she now…had hope rather than years of blackness and despair ahead of her.
Heather did wonder if he could leave all the doors open instead, except…then realised he might come back when she was asleep and unsecured. So she ran some options through her head. Perhaps he could just lock the first one in the corridor. Thus allowing her a chance to roam around the four rooms this side of it. She’d wait til next weekend to suggest that, see how it’d work.
Her heart sank at the thought of being still locked-in, but Heather couldn’t complain. She’d assumed herself alone and lost here for all time. Now, just being able to move her arms and legs freely was a start and enough to satisfy her. She smiled at him, then ribbed James at the fact he was STILL wearing the dress as he ran fingers over the fabric. “Suits you…Jemima!” she giggled. The guy blushed and started to strip, only to stop when Heather said he could wear it again if he wanted a repeat of what the ghosts had done to him/her. He hung it up in the corner and carried on changing.
“I’ll think about it. The orgasm I had as her, it sure was…well interesting,” he grinned and she laughed, asking how he’d felt. “Hmmm, losing my cherry second time around. I remember…my first girlfriend, she squealed like, well a stuck pig…but now I understand how she felt as I did the same!” and Heather rocked with mirth. Her own hadn’t been that bad but she was delighted how James appreciated what she’d been through. Maybe he was serious, perhaps he could have his own set up in another room.
That’d keep things interesting for both of them and she’d suggest it later. They had drinks and biscuits. James promising to bring fruit and other foodstuffs next time, now he knew the ghosts would replenish whatever was already here. He looked down at his waist, amazed that somehow not all the timber had returned once his body had changed back from being Jemima. “That’s a hell of a way to diet love,” and Heather squealed with laughter at that.
“James, before you go, I know the ghosts trust you now and they won’t be jealous, would you do the honours…give you some more exercise too,” she began and the lad looked startled as she pointed to the bed. A grin coming onto his face and he nodded, stripping off then helping the girl out of her dress. Easing Heather down and making sure her collar chain didn’t get in the way as he came alongside. Telling her to climb on top as ‘it was about time you did some work missy!’
She smiled and what followed was wonderful for both of them. The second time Heather asked him to snaplock her limbs to the corner posts and he did, adding the blindfold and gag. Sitting astride her torso then touching two lovely breasts, bringing them to attention and, “they’re a lot better than mine were honey,” James grinned seeing her give him a thumbs up…then…
Chapter 6.
When cuffing her to the bed for the session James had noticed the padding on her left wrist was coming apart. The metal rim starting to rub her skin and he assumed if they stayed like that then it’d be hurting her. Asking Heather did she want them replaced the girl looked down and agreed. “Yeah, except you’re gonna have to cut them off with a saw. So please be careful!” she joked and they went next door where she watched him fit pads to a slightly lighter weight set. They looked newer too and he’d checked the locking mechanism first. Telling her that this time he’d not snip the key off. That would mean she’d be able to take them off to ease her wrists and prevent marks.
She thought that a great idea, though Heather did make him promise to keep the keys rather than leave them in her possession. Once those were finished she nervously placed her arm into the jaws of a vice and he began to saw the old one off. It took him fifteen minutes but it finally clattered off and the girl stared at her arm, finally free of the restraint, but after rubbing the mark away and cleaning the limb she asked James to put the new one on straight away. Saying she’d feel more comfortable!
He obliged and she sighed on hearing the new lock click, moving it about as the manacle had a bit of play and didn’t grip her wrist so tight. “That’s much better,” she whispered and got a hug. The second was soon removed and the girl was happy as she ‘examined her new jewellery’ as its replacement was secured.
James asked if she wanted her legs done as well and Heather agreed, bending down to remove the chain, her hand about to do it then she gasped and paused. The lad thinking she’d put her back out as she shot up again so quickly. Face with a look of shock. “Oh God I’m sorry,” she said. Turning and walking out of the workshop and back to her room. He followed a moment later and saw Heather clipping the collar chain on then sit down on the bed, eyes closing. “You OK honey?” he asked and she shook her head.
“No, I nearly undid myself without the next one being done. I almost blew everything!” she said, face worried that he’d punish her again like last time. James nodded and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she trembled. “It’s alright honey. I won’t ‘do’ you for that. But it’s gonna be a while for me to finish your new leg ones anyway. Just wait there and maybe have a snooze, OK?” and she nodded, accepting a kiss then he went back to the workshop.
Thirty minutes later he returned to find Heather asleep, lying under her blankets, though she was on one side and looked somewhat out of shape. Easing the covering back James was amazed to see she’d somehow used two snaplocks and secured both wrists behind her back! He sat down alongside and the girl awoke.
“I thought I’d better punish myself,” she murmured as he reached around and undid them, allowing her to relax again. Sitting up and receiving a hug and kiss to calm her nerves. “For a moment I wondered if you were going to tell me to put a new permanent collar with fixed chain on,” he said and she looked at him sadly. “Why? Maybe you’re right… It’ll teach me the lesson. So would you please chop this one off then lock me into the one up there,” she said, pointing to the one he’d used as Jem, but he said no chance. “You’ll have to be careful love but we’ll carry on like this, that’s all I ask, understand?”
Heather had another short weep then James took her next door to get her legs done. Seeing her check the chains and talking to herself beforehand. “Collar to bed, then bed to corridor, that one to my neck, OK we’ve got it right, so lets go,” she’d said and he patted her backside and off they went.
Getting the manacles off her feet was more difficult and Heather had to sit on the bench. “Hitch up the frock and spread your legs love,” he said and she giggled, saying that sounded so corny while she was clad in this type of dress. “It’s why I unpicked the motif on the front. Seemed inappropriate considering what these ghosts do to me. The former owner surely wouldn’t understand.” They both grinned at that and James finished positioning her. It took him an hour of careful sawing but eventually Heather had a complete set of removable cuffs now on her body. Handing him the keys and making him promise not to lose them.
Miss McCreadie was still smiling as they had their final hug and kisses, knowing he’d be back in a week with Jenna’s clothing and the other stuff. “Goodnight my sweetheart, and I still cannot believe I’m saying this to you,” he said, his hands rubbing Heather’s body having helped her back into the dress again.
Once more loving the feel of her in his arms when he’d though her lost. “I’m really gonna be OK now love,” she replied, “and thanks for coming back for me. But if things outside do get bad, you…you’ll know where to find…us. Either as James or Jemima, you’ll be welcome.” Getting a jab in the ribs for that as he looked over at the other frock hanging from the wall hook. Pointing out the motif had somehow vanished from that one as well. Heather hadn’t even noticed and she grinned.
“Well I guess they’ll be waiting for Jem when she returns. Right buddy, you need to be off home,” and said that without a hint of sadness.
James turned and walked away to the door then waved and went through. Turning to lock it then slide the bolts across, thus allowing Heather to undo her chain so she could make her tea. She didn’t say a word when he’d earlier said everything would be secured for the moment and she’d remain in here. Her thinking nine bolts, three keys and a ton of hatch was still overkill, but she dare not push her luck by protesting. “It’s only until next weekend love then it’ll improve. Please stay strong for me, yes?” he’d said and Heather had agreed to do that.
Asking what he meant by improvements, James had told Heather his ideas for the next visit while he’d been doing her new manacles. Unknowingly without her suggesting it he was replicating her ideas, saying he’d get some proper lounge furniture to fit out a room in the next segment for her to use as a ‘sitting’ area. Now he knew the ghosts would ‘recharge’ anything brought for her he’d install a proper portaloo and washroom in the spare cell behind the first passage door along with some fitness and gym kit. A double bed would now fit in here, and as the guestroom suit at Braemore was being refitted he wouldn’t have to buy one, or a wardrobe for Jen’s old clothing.
“For when we’re together as it’s a bit cramped on that one, yes?” and she’d blushed at the idea but readily agreed. “Cannot promise you power and a TV set mind, but I’ll sort you out. From next Sunday once I’ve finished it’ll just be the hatch and the first door that’ll be locked when I’m away. I’ll bang on it hard enough to wake you up and make sure you’re attached. OK?”
That unspoken idea of the extra cells to be her living quarters rather than being locked in just one room was going to work after all and she was delighted, it was better that she’d hoped. “Yes wonderful. Can you read minds then? That’s what I was hoping you’d do or something like that,” she said. James smiled, “Yeah, no chance, even Jemima would struggle doing that. Maybe next time I’ll ask her how it’s done,” and again they’d laughed and kissed.
“Oh by the way before you go James I forgot to say, it looks like the ghosts have decided to punish me after all for what happened earlier,” she called as he looked back into the cell. Heather had opened her food box and pointed to the one empty space, where both of them expected it to have refilled itself by now. The girl looked rueful and it was hard for him not to laugh as she finally grinned wryly…
“…No more bloody chocolate biscuits…”
Chapter 7.
The week passed SO slowly for both of them, particularly for James. Arriving home he had to do an Oscar winning performance trying not to be happy that his girl was alive after all that time. He did wonder quite how he’d be able to keep this a secret too but work on the farm kept him busy.
It also helped that Kelvin was to be working away that week in Glasgow so no questions from the old man once he’d leave Monday morning. June seemed pleased that his moodiness seemed to have lifted and though only weeks after the funerals guessed her lad planned to work even harder to blur his grief.
But James did have some news about Heather to break on the Sunday night. Her last will and testament had been published and his parents now discovered why several phone calls from Kyle, plus solicitors letters had arrived at Braemore over the last few weeks. Also he’d gone away for two days and refused to reveal the reasons why. That had almost led to Kelvin having words with his son, but a look he’d got in return had made him back off. “I’ll explain when and only when I’m ready, OK?” Now a month later he was.
He got the pair sat down, revealing that despite her austere appearance, the fact she’d worked in a shop and so on that the late Miss McCreadie had actually been a rather wealthy lady. She’d invested money from her parents’ estate, and their forbears too, that was where the house had come from. Living off the interest and her wages from Kyle.
Which was why Kelvin’s lad was the beneficiary of a cheque from her estate. They were amazed, June especially, she still couldn’t see why James had become so besotted with the girl. She’d stayed what? five or six days that first visit, then his holiday trip to Ft William at Christmas, then the last painful trip to hold her as she’d died in his arms. Was there more so she nervously asked him.
June saw him turn away slightly with a wistful smile then James told them a lot more. “Heather did return. She came when you two were in Lanzerote and stayed a fortnight. It was her idea, I didn’t know a thing till she traipsed down the path. That cheeky smile of hers, makes me shudder seeing it in my sleep, so for a reason I still don’t understand I was hooked. You’ve seen the visitors here, those three girls who stayed last month. Yes they were…well…fit, but… my Heather had something extra,” he said, reddening. June blushing too as she imagined her lad sizing up the younger female guests for their appearances.
“She had spirit, ‘Para’ spirit I’d call it, learned from her dad. The fact she knew all along that her body would betray her, having been taken ill last year. Yet somehow she WALKED from Ullapool to get here. You guys missed her by an hour or less. It sounds strange but she really believed in that tale of the ghosts up at Claggan. She wanted me to let her sleep there overnight again. See if they would cure her illness if it came back.” He said and June, beginning to see what he meant nodded.
“Yeah, I remember how helpful she was that first time. You two getting grubby while changing the jeep’s wheel. How many girls would be that kind?” James nodded, “Yes mum, that was the start for us. Any girl who wealds a spanner like that and not complain would get my vote.” Kelvin chuckled but let him continue. “On the second visit lassie knew she had big problems. Heather was OK for the first two days alongside me, even working the tractor despite never learning to drive.”
“Then bang, straight out of nowhere, she imploded after lunchtime while out in the farmyard, bloody scary mind. Heather just stopped the tractor, said she was tiring and could she go in. I had to almost carry her back, then left her where you are mum, wrapped up in blankets and weaker than your average kitten. But it was her eyes that gave it away, no sparkle, dull even and then I knew she might be right.”
The others stared, then he continued, “OK folks, I know it’s daft, so rather than upset Heather, I said yes, now she’d ‘gone bad’ as she’d warned might happen. I drove her up there on my way to doing that load of cutting. She spent two days up there doing, well nothing I guess, had all her gear yet when I went to collect her on the third day she was alright, her aches and pains gone for the first time since she’d collapsed. She couldn’t, or maybe wouldn’t explain what had happened and I didn’t press. It was just a joy to see those eyes gleaming again.” He didn’t mention exactly where she’d slept, or the fact Heather had been chained to the walls. So he was relieved awkward questions were not asked.
Though he did let on while glowing red that yes, she had stayed in his room rather than a guest one once they’d come back to the farm! Now June understood she didn’t mind though she did hesitate and James saw this. “Actually I might as well admit that the first time she slept in my bed was the night you’d left to go see Jen. I didn’t know until next morning!” and his parents grinned in astonishment.
“It was your fault mum as she wasn’t that sort of girl. As you assumed Heather would have departed the heating for Jen’s room wasn’t left on. She only changed her plans that morning because she wasn’t going to Stornoway. That evening, having got cold she slipped out of her bedroom to put it on, but not wanting to disturb Shelley asleep by the power box she came into my room and joined me instead. Gave me a surprise, waking up with her arm draped over my chest I can tell you!” Kelvin chuckled at that, June slapping her husband’s leg as admonishment. “But after she’d spent those two nights in the castle that’s when things really took off.”
The couple still looked astonished at the story. Kelvin doubtful at first, but the way it was coming out it must be true. No way would James lie about something so close to his heart. Seeing the lad fingering the ring on his finger, the one given to him at Christmas. “So because of that I want to keep Claggan safe, that’s where Heather is buried, scattered if you must think of it that way. Lassie said that if ever she passed away she wanted to be there for all time, safe in the countryside. Her urn is about fifty feet out from the south wall and only I know where it is.” James said, now telling his old man he was now planning to go ahead with a re-route of a footpath that ran close to the castle, away to the other side of the peatbeds to keep her memory secure.
“But that’s going to cost a fortune. I know the Heritage guys will fund most of it. That was what they offered after that Scout group got stuck a year ago. But only if we give them ten percent as our ‘cut’. Where the heck are you going to find twenty grand laddie?” he said, slightly annoyed. His boy was getting obsessed and needed a dose of reality. James smiled in response, opening an envelope. “I think that’ll cover it dad,” was the amused reply as the youngster handed over a cheque…for £75,000! Kelvin was stunned, his mouth flapping as he handed it to his wife.
“It’s a quarter of what she had. Her old man remember was an R-S-M in the Forces so his pay wasn’t that bad, plus they’d inherited their estate from Heather’s grandparents anyway. The rest went to her friends, helping them clear the mortgage for the apartment so they’re sorted for life. That’s the reason I went to Ft William last month. To see the girls and check up on them. I’m sorry I brushed you off. They reassured me that was what Heather planned all along. Kyle said I was the only one who’d believed in her when everyone else had given up…” Kelvin had spoken to Mr Lafferty at the funeral and knew that bit was true but let the boy finish though he could sense James was struggling with the last part of this.
“Heather even held out for me on the day she died, because I had to return here to sort the farm out as Wally was away. When I got back there she smiled…badly but was pleased I’d returned. Then she said some lovely things I’ll never repeat to anyone and that was it. We held each other and…and she faded away an hour later.” This was the first time he’d told their pre-planned tale and felt guilty at using her illness like this to cover the real story.
They understood now and Kelvin handed the cheque back, giving his boy a man-hug. “OK laddie, it’s yours to spend, or save as you want. I know you’ll not waste it. But please get a new jeep, that wreck makes me nervous every time you go out in it!” he said and they all laughed. James said he’d also fund the refurbishment of both the guestrooms and that delighted his mother. The lassie asking him if he’d find the time to dispose of the old furniture, plus other bags of stuff. “Jenna’s got more to dump as well. She’s coming over with Hollie tomorrow. I never knew she had so much!”
So that was sorted happily enough and over the next week the trailer was given a hard workout as he gradually transported stuff to Claggan, bed, wardrobe, and copious bags of clothing. James felt guilty that he didn’t go to see the girl and it still hurt knowing she was locked away downstairs and oblivious to his activities here. But time was short and he’d be here at the weekend. The portaloo was procured from a store and was the last of the outsized loads to be brought.
Chapter 8.
James was so excited as he drove up the track on the Saturday, the jeep’s front seat full of food, drinks and other small items for her. Getting the hatch up took moments and soon he was standing at her door. “Oi, Missy, wakey wakey lazybones, it’s nearly 9am!” he called, seeing the girl curled up under her blankets. Heather’s eyes snapped open and she squealed on seeing him, almost falling out of bed as she tried unwrapping both legs from the dress.
Finally Heather rushed to the door, face pressed against the bars for a tearful kiss then she waited… before remembering the snaplock and returning to the bed to clip it to her leg. “Good girl,” he said jangling the keys. She heard the magical sound of her door being UNLOCKED and there he was.
They met with a thump, hands running over each other’s bodies, his especially going for her torso and she grinned as her breasts were groped. “That’s all you’ve come for, yes?” she chuckled before their lips met for some tongue-tennis. This lasted a while and he wrecked her hair at the same time. “Great, hope you’ve brought another brush and comb with you,” Heather quipped as she let go of him and patted it into some sort of order.
He nodded and told her that all the stuff was upstairs and ready to be brought down. Heather was a little nervous about being beyond the hatch and it took a few cuddles before she clipped and unclipped her way to the door. Blinking in the pale light, pleased it was cloudy so her eyes did not suffer too much. “You’ll be a lot better once we’ve been out a few hours,” he commented, telling her he was staying all day to help her fit out the extra rooms.
She was thrilled at this and went into the one where all her new gear had been brought. “Must have taken you a few trips?” she asked and he nodded. Replying it had been one per day since Wednesday but she understood the apology for not opening the hatch and coming down each time. “It’s OK. Won’t punish you for that!” she grinned and picked
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