Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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Part 1 2002
As she sat back in her large black leather chair Sadie Baxter took a sip of refreshing tea and then sighed with satisfaction. Putting the mug on her desk she began to think back as to the events of her life and how she had come to own Farrington Hall.
When she was seventeen Sadie ran away from home, fleeing an abusive father and an alcoholic mother not to mention the sprawling housing estate where they lived in the London east end. It was area of high crime and high unemployment. With no prospects and fearing she would lose her mind Sadie fled south and into Hampshire where she learned quickly how to live on the street.
She had seen it all. Girls were often beaten and robbed. They were often cheated and ended up on drugs. Sadie always swore that if she ever got an opportunity, she would set up some sort of home where the girls could ply their trade in safety and security.
One of the pieces of luck Sadie had been meeting Charles Farrington an eccentric millionaire in his seventies. He often invited Sadie to Farrington Hall, and they would chat for hours. He even paid her tuition to put her through college. Sadie regarded Charles as the father she wished she had. When he died suddenly, she was heartbroken. She wept bitterly at the funeral and felt very lost.
It was as she was walking away after the funeral that Sadie heard a voice calling after her.
"Miss Baxter, if I may have a word?"
Sadie turned and saw an immaculately dressed man in his early sixties approaching her.
"I realise this is a most distressing time for you, Ms Baxter. My name is James Quinn, and I was the late Mr Farrington's lawyer," said the man as he handed Sadie is card.
"Mr Farrington was most explicit about his affairs and asked me to contact you immediately upon his death. Could you come to my office tomorrow morning around ten?"
"Well, yes, of course, Mr Quinn," stuttered Sadie as she saw several bystanders giving her a disapproving look. It made Sadie uncomfortable because she knew some of them were relations of Charles Farrington. She was grateful when she left the graveyard and managed to hail a taxi that took her to her little flat on the edge of town.
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The following Morning Sadie alighted from the taxi that brought straight outside the solicitors' offices in the small town of perryton Hampshire. After paying the driver she made her way nervously o the reception and informed the receptionist who she was.
The woman in her early forties picked up the phone.
"Mr Quinn, your ten o clock appointment is here," she announced.
"Splendid, Mrs. Lee. Show her right up, would you please?"
Sadie heard the instructions faintly.
"Yes sir," responded the receptionist before putting the phone down.
Would you follow me, please?" said the woman with a kindly smile and led Sadie up an ornate spiral staircase and then through a long corridor that eventually led to James Quinn's office at the end.
"Ah, Ms. Baxter, please do come in. No need to be nervous," he said kindly as he ushered the young woman to a chair facing his desk.
"Thank you, Mrs. Lee. That will be all."
Mrs Lee nodded before withdrawing and closed the door behind her.
Sadie saw a tray with a tea pot and several cups on the desk.
"I always like some tea before business. Will you join me?" the elderly man asked with a smile.
"Thank you," responded Sadie.
"Ah, that's better," said James Quinn and put his cup down. He opened a large folder and Sadie could see the document he had in his hand was a will. He pushed his glasses closer to his eyes and looked at the document before placing it on the desk.
"Well now, Ms Baxter. I won't beat about the bush. The late Mr Farrington has made you the main beneficiary of his estate. That means you are the new owner of Farrington Hall and the twenty acres surrounding it. Not the mention, after some bequests, the inheritor of several million pounds."
Sadie was dumbstruck.
The solicitor could see Sadie's face pale.
"Ms Baxter are you alright?" he asked anxiously.
"Wha...what did you say?" stammered Sadie.
"I realise this is a shock Ms Baxter. Surely you had some idea about it.
Sadie just shook her head.
"I thought it was a small bequest. Oh my God, Charlie. What have you done?" cried Sadie and burying her face in her hands, wept.
Quinn came from behind his desk and allowed the shocked young woman to cry on his shoulder.
"Oh my God, Mr Quinn. I never asked Charlie to do this. I swear it,"
"I know you didn't, my dear. Mr Farrington looked upon you as his daughter and asked me to look after you interests when he passed away. You have nothing to be ashamed of or to fear."
"But, what about his family? Won't they challenge this?"
"Mr Farrington foresaw that. That's why he made the small bequests. It is all legally binding. I took special care in drawing up the will myself."
"What must I do now?" asked a confused Sadie as she wiped away her tears.
Well, here are the deeds to the property. All you must do is sign here and it's all yours," responded the lawyer kindly as he handed Sadie the paper.
"Congratulations," said Quinn as he extended his hand, and they shook.
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Sure, enough Charles Farrington's distant relatives made a legal challenge but as Quinn predicted the case was dismissed and Sadie took possession of Farrington Hall as well as the money.
Sadie had visited Farrington Hall on many occasions in the past, but it was only as its new owner that she appreciated not only the extensive building, but the extensive grounds that surrounded it. Ideas raced through mind as to how to adapt the building for the project she had in mind.
"But where could she start? One person she knew she could rely on was Peter Doyle. Doyle, as she affectionately called him was a tall muscular man of African descent. A former policeman who had helped Sadie when she had been badly assaulted. They became good friends. After being injured in a shooting incident Doyle was forced to retire. Sadie felt he would be ideal on a security level.
It was Doyle who recruited the first girls for Sadie's project. He suggested the hiring of Paul Coleman as her accountant. She referred to him affectionately as Coleman and he also functioned as her chauffer. He had a very cultured accent, being the third son of a wealthy aristocrat. He and his father had fallen out when he joined the army and served in Afghanistan as a medic. His knowledge of bookkeeping was invaluable to Sadie. Another of Coleman's skills was humour. The girls found him very amiable, and he would counsel and support them no matter how low they sank.
With the help of her two lieutenants, it wasn't long before Sadie's dream was realised. Doyle would vet the recruited girls as well as their clients. A few had apartments at the Hall but most simply travelled to the Hall to ply their trade. Each had their own skills almost all sexual fantasies, for men and women were catered for. Some of the girls were referred to Sadie to pay off debts. They were usually women owing money to the local casino. When they could no pay up Joe Darwin, the proprietor would offer them a deal to pay it off and often they all reluctantly accepted it. One of the most famous Sadie recalled was Susan Langton, wife of an MP, who racked up a twenty thousand pound gambling debt. She quickly paid it off. Sadie had occasion to hide Susan in the Hall when her life was in danger on account of her husband's cabinet job. Coleman's medical knowledge was vital when Susan made her escape from a terrorist attack. She had been shot in the shoulder as she fled, miraculously making it to Farrington Hall, where Coleman performed an impromptu piece of surgery.
The Hall also had a centrally heated swimming where the girls would gather and chat.
Even in the basement there "the dungeon," where clients would indulge in the most extreme fantasies. Sadie's clients came from all levels of society and were prepared to pay well.
Another good thing about the Hall was it in the countryside and away from prying eyes. Therefore, privacy was guaranteed, or at least, so Sadie thought.
The buzzer on her desk sounded and Sadie was brought back to the present.
