Teena: A House of Ill Repute by Jennifer Jane Pope Page A

set out to view the old mill house, but what we found when we arrived was quite different. For a start, this particular mill had not been situated along Mill Road, which would have taken us past a pub and inn called the Black Rabbit , which is still there to this day, but rather it was on the further, eastern bank of the Arun and more than a mile further upstream. Don't bother looking for it now, however; I've been back since and there's no obvious signs of where it once stood, only the remains of what passed for foundations back then, which are hard enough to find even when you know exactly where to search.
    'Wow!' I exclaimed, as I stepped down from the carriage.
    Erik, who had already alighted from his seat in front, towered over me as usual, but even he seemed impressed. 'Large it is,' he agreed, nodding sagely.
    'Bet it's bloody draughty though,' Andrea/Indira commented from the doorway of the coach.
    'Probably,' I agreed, 'but at least all the windows seem intact. Not much in the way of mindless vandalism these days, I'd say.' I pushed open the gate standing in the middle of a low picket fence along the front of the house. It bounded a narrow strip of lawn, in which someone had cut and tended two flower beds, although these currently contained nothing more than the withered remains of some former summer plants and a couple of hardy weeds. I stood and stared up at the three-storey edifice, noting there were even dormer windows in the roof, which effectively added a fourth floor.
    'It's massive,' Andrea declared, trudging up behind me. She was still sulking because I had insisted we wear our most sensible footwear for this expedition. 'Far too big for what we need,' she added.
    I pursed my lips, my mind stepping up a couple of gears. 'Maybe,' I said half to myself, 'and then again, maybe not. The main thing is, it's cheap.'
    'And stuck miles up this god-awful track,' Andrea observed. 'This might just as well be the backend of beyond.'
    'Yes.' I smiled. 'It might.'
     
    By the time Anne-Marie led us outside to the car it was already dark, and even through the layers of protective rubber I could feel the drop in temperature. My mind went immediately back to Arundel in the autumn of eighteen thirty-nine, from where I had returned only moments earlier. Incredibly, although this was now February and that had probably only been October, as far as I could make out, it had been far colder there and I marvelled at how the ordinary people had managed to brave the extreme conditions of winters past for so many generations.
    From a distance, and away from any street lighting, there would have been little about Andrea and myself to draw the attention of the casual observer, though up close our appearance might have caused the odd raised eyebrow. For although the long rubber capes Anne-Marie had draped about us hid the more bizarre features of our outfits, they did not conceal the extreme nature of our heels, and neither, I suspected, would our rubber faces pass close inspection.
    However, once we were inside the car and seated side-by-side in the back, there was little chance of our condition being observed, nor of anyone realising that beneath the capes our arms were bound helplessly behind us.
    'What a well-behaved pair of dollies you are,' Anne-Marie enthused as she adjusted the rubber folds across our chests and fastened seat belts over them. 'Now you just sit there nice and quiet and we'll go for a nice little drive together.'
    The journey was relatively uneventful, although every time the tyres hit any unevenness in the road's surface I squirmed as the dildo pressed deeper. Alongside me Andrea also seemed to be experiencing some embarrassments, and I assumed her one orifice had been similarly treated. The trip, which was probably not much more than forty-five minutes in reality, began to take on the proportions of an epic voyage, with me struggling to fight against the inevitable, not wanting to have to admit, not even to myself,