Chapter Eighteen
Hannah lay there in the pitch-black darkness later that night, heart thudding away as she wondered whether they would be able to put their plan into operation or not. She was excited yet apprehensive, fearing the consequences if they failed but eagerly anticipating the freedom that would come with success. Three of the four in the dormitory had managed to slip out of their restraints and only Gwen had had to be helped, easily released by Faith with a few twists of the hairgrips.
After an hour or so, they all lay down on their beds and waited apart from Flo who knelt by the door and listened out for footsteps, ear pressed to the heavy wood. After a while, she was replaced by Gwen and it was her whisper that made Hannah's heart skip a beat as she realised that they were actually going to do it. She took a deep breath and started to moan loudly, adding a shriek or two as Gwen scurried back into her bed like a frightened mouse. One more shrill cry and then Hannah heard the unmistakable sound of the key turning in the lock and she started to groan and thrash about in her bed.
"What is all this noise?" snapped a guard, holding a lantern up high to illuminate the dark dormitory as she peered in.
"It's Miller, miss. She seems to be 'aving a nightmare or something," squeaked Gwen.
"Does she?" muttered the guard with a sniff. "Perhaps a taste of my strap will quieten her down!"
It was Miss Jackson, Hannah realised, recognising her voice in the darkness. She cried out again and watched the lantern sway from side to side as the woman stepped inside and headed towards her. Another second and the dormitory door slammed shut and the guard was pushed forward hard, dropping the lantern and colliding painfully with the metal bed frame. Her squeal was cut short as her face was pushed roughly into the coarse grey blanket and then the weight of three women pinned her down. Hannah snatched the strap out of the guard's belt as she slid off the other side of the bed and then helped to push Jackson up on top of the mattress where her wrists were quickly cuffed together whilst the blanket was pushed over her face to muffle her cries.
"Strip her, Hannah and Flo, and get her keys!" hissed Faith in the darkness, pinning the guard's thrashing legs down with Gwen's help. Roughly, the two women ripped off the guard's clothes then used her stockings to bind her ankles to the bed before Flo picked the lantern up from the floor to shed some light on the scene whilst Hannah held onto the vital bunch of keys.
"That fat white arse should take some punishment," Flo opined, slapping the pale flesh hard and making the guard jerk helplessly and utter a muffled cry. "Where's her strap, Hannah?"
"Give her a dozen and then we shall ask her a few questions and see if she is cooperative," stated Faith. "Gwen, go and listen at the door just in case another guard comes along and wonders where Jackson is."
Twelve hard strokes of the strap while Faith pushed the guard's face down hard into the blanket to stop her screams echoing round the room left her buttocks striped with red although she still refused to answer any questions afterwards. Faith stroked her chin thoughtfully for a few moments then went and collected all the chamber pots and poured all the contents into one. She yanked Jackson's head up by her hair then slid the pot underneath her face before pushing her down into it, making her gurgle as her nose and mouth sank into the cold pee.
"Another dozen, Flo, and make them harder!" she ordered and, grinning with delight at getting her revenge, Flo swung the strap through the air and landed it on the target again and again.
This time, Jackson conceded defeat and provided the information that Faith wanted, telling her that there were two more guards, Adams and Andrews on duty that night but they were on shifts.
"I'm doing the ten till one then it is Adams next," she hissed out.
"Where do you meet to change over the shift?"
"Outside the dining room about five minutes before," responded Jackson after Faith ducked her head back into the pot for a few seconds.
"So where are the rest of you then?"
"Upstairs in the staff quarters apart from the kitchen staff who come in from the village early in the morning."
"Now because you have helped a little, I am not going to let Flo keep whipping that big arse of yours, Jackson. Open wide for these dirty drawers of yours!"
Faith shoved Jackson's own underwear into her mouth and made sure her bonds were secure before she gathered the others together and held a whispered conversation, refining their plans in the light of the information she had received from Jackson.
"Gwen, you are going to be the decoy as you have the same build as Jackson and the right hair colour too. Get dressed in her clothes quickly as, according to her watch which I liberated just now, we have about twenty minutes before the next guard, Adams, comes down to start her shift. Enough time to get some things we need from the training rooms and find the best place to ambush her."
"What about releasing the others to help us?" asked Flo.
"No, we discussed this before. There will be too many running around and things will get out of control. Some will want to get revenge before making sure that we can escape from this place and that might let someone raise the alarm earlier than we want."
It was a nervous few minutes for all the women as they got ready to carry out phase two of their plan. They found the right keys to unlock the doors in the corridors so that they could reach the training rooms and soon picked out some useful items to restrain any more prisoners that they captured. Armed with their equipment, they made their way quietly down to the dining room and positioned Gwen, wearing Jackson's clothes, in the darkest part of the room while they all hid nearby, crouching down behind the heavy wooden tables as their ears strained to hear any sound from the door at the far end that they assumed led to a staircase to the staff quarters.
The unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock sent nerves jangling and Hannah steadied herself, getting ready to spring into action. The door clicked shut and then footsteps echoed on the polished floor and she saw a shadow moving up the room as she peeped between the legs of the table. Gwen walked slowly towards the other guard, almost crabbing sideways as she tried to keep her face averted and then Faith was moving, springing out and tackling Adams, pushing her forward hard so that she lost her balance and smacked into a table. Shocked and surprised, the guard never had a chance to cry out as the women descended on her swiftly like lions savaging their prey, cuffing her hands and ramming a gag into her mouth before they carried her back to their dormitory and threw her onto the bed next to Jackson where they removed her clothing.
"Two down and several more to go, ladies," murmured Faith after interrogating Adams in the same way as she had done to Jackson. "She tells the same tale as Jackson there so hopefully it is reliable. Now we have to capture the others one by one. Adams says that Andrews is sleeping in the first bedroom next to Davis then comes the doctor whilst Miss Stern has the largest room at the far end of the staff quarters. So we will take them in that order. It has got to be quiet though so don't hesitate. Into the room, punch in the stomach and then ram the gag in before we cuff them and tie them to their beds...okay?"
"Yes, Faith," they all replied nervously, trying not to think about what would happen if they failed.
Andrews was easy. After creeping up the stairs to the staff quarters silently, they listened outside her door and could hear her snoring heavily. Flo opened the door and Faith slipped inside followed by the others. Before she could do anything, woken from her pleasant dreams, Andrews was cuffed, gagged and stripped and they moved onto Davis next door. Also asleep, she still put up more resistance, landing a couple of blows on her attackers but Hannah managed to ram a cloth gag into her mouth before she could call out and so, after a hectic struggle, they managed to subdue her too.
"The doctor next then," whispered Faith and they crept along the carpeted landing and listened carefully again for any sound. It was deathly quiet and so they sneaked in once more then rushed up to the bed and found it empty. A quick glance round the room revealed that she wasn't there and they looked at each other in puzzlement in the stray fingers of moonlight that filtered through a gap in the curtains.
"Let's do Miss Stern and worry about Dawson later," muttered Faith and they moved back out into the corridor and stood, hearts pounding outside their main tormentor's door.
On a nod from their leader, they opened the door and rushed inside, swarming all over the couple on the bed, surprise relegated to the back of their minds as they fought to restrain them. Flesh met flesh as the fight became savage in the darkness but gradually the four women overcame their opponents, finally managing to cuff them both and wedge gags into their mouths.
"Bloody hell, Faith. Clearly, these two 'ave been enjoying themselves tonight," hissed Gwen, picking up a bottle of champagne from a side table.
"In more ways than one, I think, Gwen, as they are both stark naked," added Faith with a grin, tweaking the Governess' nipples hard and enjoying the pained response. "Right, it is half past two so that leaves us a little time to enjoy ourselves with this pair before we leave. Let's get them downstairs into the room where they make us entertain their gentlemen and see how they like being the entertainment for once!"
The four women manhandled the doctor and Miss Stern down the stairs and into the large room then left them there under Flo's supervision while they checked the rest of the building, making an interesting discovery in the Governess' office, and on their other prisoners. All were still secured so they unlocked all the doors in the corridors and found their way to the entrance, opening the heavy door and breathing in the chilly, fresh air in delight. In a store room, they found a mountain of clothing, clearly confiscated from prisoners, and found garments to fit them. The kitchen provided food and they snacked on some before finding a wicker hamper and stowing some in there before they returned to Flo and sent her to find some clothes too.
"Half an hour or so to extract a little revenge, ladies and then we must be off," stated Faith firmly, looking at the watch she had pinched off Jackson. "Let's have them strapped together, faces in each other's pussies as they are obviously lovers."
