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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

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Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 8. Annabelle

11th August 2004

For the next few days mother was in a pre-wedding panic and being free, I was sent on innumerable errands. Fortunately it all came together on the day and the ceremony and reception all went without any serious hitches. Jenny's dress would not have disgraced a film star and evoked so many favourable comments that Sarah was almost embarrassed by them. Sarah too looked lovely in an outfit she'd made and it made me feel very proud just to stand alongside her. Several people suggested that she become a full time dressmaker but she is reluctant to give up a job with a regular income and one where she meets with a constant flow of people for the uncertainty of working for herself and largely by herself. I thought she might think more seriously about it if she came to live with me and would not have any rent to pay. She stayed with me again at the weekend but went back to her own place on Monday because it is within easy walking distance of the bakery. What with the chaos of the wedding together with arranging my stuff in the new house, it was the Tuesday evening after the wedding before I was able to get my computer up and running and scan in some more pages of the book. Finally I had the next episode ready to read.

The Rape of Annabelle

Beatie and I had lived in the house effectively as man and wife for about three months. The welts across her arse had healed nicely but the scars would always show. Twice in that time when I had invited guests she acted as mistress of the house. I dressed her in nice clothes and she ate at the table with us. For the rest of the time, she and Naomi were nominally servants although it was Beatie who always slept in my bed but Naomi joined us occasionally. The pair got on well together and Naomi tended to look on Beatie as her daughter and would let me know in no uncertain terms if she thought I wasn't treating her properly. On the whole we lived as a family. I also now employed an elderly gardener who kept our grounds reasonably tidy.

My business dealings seemed to go from one success to another and I became tolerably rich and to enhance my place in society I sort to curry favour with the local landowners and gentry. Several times I visited Squire Trelawny and at one of these meetings I was introduced to Sidney Blakeley a farmer who owned a large estate to the east of us. The area immediately around his fine house was given over to parkland but the majority of his estate was set aside for horticulture, growing a wide variety of fruit and vegetables. He of course, didn't do any of the work but necessarily employed a sizeable workforce of men and boys. Some of the produce was shipped to various parts of the country and it must have been from the docks that stories of my power to elicit the truth from people eventually found their way to him. I rarely used the power these days and was always very careful about asking a direct question.

It was with some surprise that one afternoon he rode to my home. Beatie answered the door and ushered him into the parlour and immediately I entered I could tell he was angry and in a troubled state and that it concerned his daughter. He shook hands but declined my offer of refreshment on the grounds that he needed to get back urgently and came directly to the point of his visit. "Joshua, I understand from one of my men that you have the power of mesmerism and can draw forth the truth from an individual whether they want to admit it or not. Is that true?"

I decided to be a little circumspect about this especially as his mind told me that the reason for this audience was the rape of his daughter and the truth might not be what he really wanted to hear. "I have been able to use that power in some circumstances sir," I answered. "Pray from whom do wish me to try and draw the truth?" He went on to tell me how on the previous day his daughter Annabelle had been accosted on her way to the stables and had been beaten with her own riding crop and raped by at least two men. She had not seen them because they had thrown a sack over her head as soon as she'd entered the stable door so she never had a sight of them. "So it is likely to be some fellows in your employ," I stated.

"Most likely," he agreed, "And I've been able to reduce those who could have the chance to have done this evil thing to about a dozen men and boys. There are three others but they are so old it is very unlikely to be them. Can you use your powers on them?"

Sensing a juicy story I thought for a moment, "Sir, I feel it would be more profitable if I were to talk with your daughter first. I would wish to talk with her alone or, for propriety's sake, with Beatrice as a chaperone. Beatrice has been through a similar sort of situation and may well be able to provide some measure of comfort for the girl. From what you have said she has only given you the barest of details, probably because of the embarrassment of telling her father. She may be less averse to telling a stranger, one who is not part of her household especially as she has no mother she can confide in. When I have heard her story, we may well be able to reduce the number of suspects and get to the bottom of the matter before my power fades." Mr. Blakeley demurred for a while but in the end he reluctantly agreed.

"I will be there in little more than an hour," I told him, "Please let your daughter know we are coming but say nothing of my power. Just inform her that I will be investigating the matter. Please also have the constables in attendance so they may take the men away when I finish." We shook hands and I asked the gardener to harness the pony and trap and told Beatie to dress nicely and be ready to go with me.

Annabelle was not at all pleased to see us and made it very clear when her father left us, that she had no wish to speak on the matter and that she regarded us a fools that should not be interfering in her business. Her thoughts were even less pleasant. <<Stupid peasants. Their pathetic minds can have no idea what it is like for a woman of my breeding to be thrashed unmercifully and then subjected to such gross indecency.">>

"You are probably thinking that we can have no idea of what it is like to be beaten and raped," I started and noted the confusion in her thoughts that I seemed to know what she was thinking. It put her off balance for a moment. "Beatrice, please show Miss Annabelle the result of the thrashing that preceded your rape." Beatie lifted her dress and blushed when she bent and showed Annabelle her bare bottom. The scars still showed very clearly. "Those welts are nearly six months old," I informed the young girl, "I trust yours are not as severe." Annabelle shook her head and a tear ran down one cheek.

"Now miss, I am going to ask you to sit in that nice soft chair and to look at me while I ask you a few questions. Questions which you will have to answer truthfully and fully." Still showing some disdain Annabelle sat on the settee with Beatie alongside her. At first she rejected Beatie's arm around her shoulders but finally accepted it when Beatie hugged her tighter.

"For this to work properly miss, I must ask you to look into my eyes." I went into my usual fake instructions and then went on, "To narrow down the number of men that could have committed this crime I need to know what happened yesterday afternoon." <<"I don't see why I should tell you anything you stupid merchantman.">> I ignored the thought knowing she had no option other than to tell me, "You left the house and walked towards the stables. Exactly what happened when you got there?" Her face took on that blank look that I knew so well and her voice lost its aggressiveness.

I had a picture of her approaching a brown painted stable door, the top half was open and the head of a horse poked out. "I opened the bottom half of the door and patted Thunder's neck and said, "Hello fella, ready to go out?" At that moment I felt a movement behind me and a thick sack was pulled over my head. I was totally blinded. My hands grabbed the sack to pull it off but before I could do so my wrists were pulled back and held together and I felt them being bound with cord. I tried screaming but another cord was pulled around the outside of the sack at the level of my mouth forcing the material inside and muffling my cries. No one spoke but I was dragged along into what I guessed from the steps, was the hay room. From the way they pulled my arms I knew there were at least two of them and one was taller than me. The other was less easy to tell so he may have been my size. One had studded boots that made a loud noise on the stone floor. I did try and work out who they might be but I soon had other things on my mind. They threw me on to the hay and started to unbutton my boots. I kicked but one sat on my knees while the other removed my boots. Worse was to come. They unlaced my riding dress all the way down the front and for a brief time they undid my wrists again so they could free the dress and when they fastened them again it was to one of the rails that keep the hay in place. Their hands felt big and clumsy when it came to undoing the laces of my bodice but they managed it even after the ring one wore caught in the lacy material and tore it. He swore and I thought it sounded like a young man. The cool air on my naked body caused goosebumps but worse were the hands that mauled my breasts and felt the opening between my legs. I heard a chuckle and again thought it was a younger person rather than one of the old men. Suddenly the hands left me. One of the men sat on my thighs. There was a swish and I felt a hellish pain across my breasts. I found out later that they used my riding whip to whip them. They hit them it seemed many times and Kate my maid, counted thirteen welts when she applied ointment later. I never thought a woman of my station in life would ever be expected to withstand such torture. Servants are used to it, not genteel ladies. The man got off my thighs and I was flipped over so I was lying on my tormented breasts causing them even more pain. I tried to scream but still only muffled sounds came out."

Tears coursed freely down her face now and I allowed her a little respite before prodding her to continue.

"The man who'd sat on my thighs now held my ankles wide apart and I guessed he was looking at my cunnie. The dreaded swish came again and a line of pain crossed my buttocks. More and more I was hit until at last I did think I was going to faint. He stopped then and they put a log of wood under my stomach to raise my bottom up. The tall one, the one with the ring, put his finger in my cunnie and poked around then he took it out and I sensed him crawling between my legs and knew at that moment I was going to lose my maidenhead. I felt his pego at me and then he pushed it right it and started to roger me. It hurt, not just from the pain of the rogering but also from the way his loins hit my whipped bottom. Presently he stopped and I guessed he'd loosed his seed. The other man took his place and was a little more gentle, but the pain was still really awful. I hoped it was all over when he finished and they stood up but the respite was only to allow them to pee all over my body. It made my welts sting even more and the stench was disgusting. One of them left the crop lying across my back and I heard them leave. I lay there for hours before I heard Jethro's voice. "Good God, Miss Annabelle, what's happened to you?" I heard him call to someone else telling them to get two of the maids to help and then he untied my wrists and took off my hood. It felt good to breathe properly but the pain was so great I forgot I was still naked in front of Jethro until Kate came and sent him for a blanket and ushered him out. Father was furious and rounded up all the men but none would of course admit to knowing anything about it."

"So one of the men was tall, wore hobnailed boots and wore a ring. Is that correct?" I asked noticing that she was cradling herself more into Beatie now.

"Yes sir."

"And the ring must have been a decorative one rather than a simple band otherwise it wouldn't have caught in your dress. Is that so?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you had any of the men servants punished lately Miss Annabelle?"

"Quite a few. They are all so incompetent but none for the last week or two."

"Thank you Miss Annabelle, I'm sorry to have caused you such distress but I feel certain now we shall know the culprits before the day is out. Perhaps you would like Miss Beatrice to stay with you for a while. She can provide some comfort without you have to retell the story." I rang the bell and a maid appeared and took me to Sidney Blakeley. Not only had he the two constables with him but had asked his friend Judge Davidson to be in attendance too.

Without saying what I had heard from his daughter, I asked him to get the dozen or so suspects into a room together. The barn was deemed the most suitable and soon the motley assortment of men were lined up along one wall. They'd all been questioned before so they knew what it was about and as soon as I entered I could tell from their thoughts who the guilty ones were. Even if I hadn't had that ability, it was fairly obvious that the tall man with the prominent ring was the prime suspect. However, I decided to make a little drama of it. First I walked the whole length of the line and back again. Even those that were innocent felt a little nervous and apprehensive at what I was doing. "I wish to question, that one and that one," I informed Sidney as I pointed to the two guilty men. "Please have their wrists tied so there can be no violence towards me." There was a brief struggle as both men tried to escape but they were already surrounded by ten other young men who were relieved not to be accused of the crime.

The lanky one was swearing at me but also wondering how I so unerringly picked the two of them out. "Your name sir." I didn't wish to pose a direct question at this stage so it would be more of a shock to him when I did.

"Harry Jacobs," he answered sullenly, "And you have no right to have me and him tied up like this. We didn't do nuthin'."

"Oh but you did sir, as well you know." I looked him in the eyes, "You did this terrible deed to Miss Annabelle, didn't you Jacobs?"

In front of everyone he answered, "Yes, sir, I did."

"And did this man help?" I pointed to the shorter man,

"Yes sir, he did."

I suggested that we dismiss the rest of the men and adjourn to an office where the constables and the judge could hear the full story. It was however, with the greatest difficulty that we restrained Mr. Blakeley from grievously harming the two men. A few days later I was asked to interview the men in front of another judge, Judge Martin, and both gave much the same story as Annabelle's. I was curious as to the reasons behind the attack and asked Jacobs, "Why did you attack Miss Annabelle in this way?"

"She's a spiteful bitch," he replied. Even in the dullness of his forced reply we could sense the venom of his words. "She's always flaunting herself and when Fred and me looked and I commented on the size of her tits she had us both birched. That was some months back but we resolved to get our revenge. And we did."

Judge Martin remarked on that when he sentenced them. "It is now society's turn to get their revenge for such a despicable act." He donned the black cap and sentenced them to the gallows. They would not bother Miss Annabelle any more except that she was already pregnant by one of them. In her favour I must add that she did bring up the child like a true son and continued to care for him even after she married and had children by her husband.