Abbey Hall
Copyright© 2025 by Tedbiker
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Ralph, the 18 yo son of a Committee advisor, is given the task of developing a neglected country estate. He has much to do, and needs support in doing it. This is the story of acquiring the help, female, sexy, attractive help, and how their relationships grow and the work develops.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse Harem First Masturbation Oral Sex
Dad left me at the big house, standing alone in its grounds, and I unlocked the door and went in. I was quite early, as I didn’t want to miss a delivery. It was cool in there, and slightly musty, having stood empty for several years. I dumped a couple of bags and a large rucksack in the master bedroom and opened a window to air the room somewhat, then went downstairs to a small study we’d fitted out as an office, maybe, or perhaps a den. At least, there was a substantial desk with a comfortable office chair. Two walls were covered in shelves bearing books, books of varied size and nature. Hardback, paperback, leather bound, or in plastic sleeves, fiction, non-fiction, reference. I made a mental note to inventory them, expecting I would be glad of them in the future.
A banging on the front door, which bore an old-fashioned heavy knocker, called me to open it. I saw a woman in a shapeless orange shift, wearing a leather collar. An overweight man stood behind her.
“Mister Hewson?”
“That would be me.” I’ll admit, being addressed as ‘Mister Hewson’, rather than ‘Ralph’ caused me a momentary hesitation.
“Your delivery. SA29/932. Cook-housekeeper. She’s all yours.” He gave her a push, and she stepped inside and past me. He stepped up and handed me a bundle of paperwork. “If you’d just sign the top sheet and give it me back, please.”
I did so. “Thank you,” I said. “I believe there are some others to come?”
“There are. But the requirements were very specific, and it will be a few days before they can be satisfied. If there’s nothing else?”
“No, I think that’s all,” I said, handing him the receipt.
He nodded, turned and left. I shut the door and turned to examine ... my acquisition? She was quite tall, about five foot ten, and solidly built. As I turned she was lifting the shift over her head, and since she was wearing nothing underneath I had a first opportunity to examine her body. She was not slim, but she was smooth skin over toned muscles, just enough padding for femininity, and there was not a trace of hair to be seen other than on her head and eyebrows. Her hair was dark brown, beginning to grey. She stood very upright, feet apart, arms folded behind her back, but her eyes were looking down, not at me.
“What is your name?”
“Sir, I am SA29/932.”
“Yes, that’s the designation on this paperwork. However, I’m fairly sure you must have had a birth-certificate in the past? Before the Wars? You are a person, slave or not, and you will have a responsible position here. Your name.”
“Sir...” She seemed to be having difficulty speaking, and I realised that tears were trickling down her cheeks. She took a deep breath, and looked at me for the first time. “My name is Charlotte Denham. In the past, people called me Lottie.”
“Well, Lottie. Welcome to Abbey Hall. I’m delighted to see you, and delighted I don’t have to cook for myself. Come with me, and I’ll show you to the House-keeper’s room. It’s upstairs on the second floor, along with other rooms for servants. Bring that horrid shift. Hopefully you won’t need to wear it again. My family are supplying uniforms for my staff; black skirts, white blouses, white pinafore aprons. I see you have sandals on your feet. They will do for now, but I think we’ll be wanting you to wear black shoes. But let’s get you upstairs.” She duly followed me up two flights of stairs to the servants’ quarters. I showed her the House-keeper’s room, really almost a suite, with its own bathroom. “There won’t be any hot water for the time being,” I said. “We’ll need to light a fire for that. There is an electric water heater, but you know the supply is unreliable.”
“Yes, sir. I understand. It will be a treat to have hot water.”
I opened a wardrobe, and assorted garments were hanging there. “Do you want me to dress?” she asked, quietly.
“For now, yes. Lottie, I suspect you have been...” I trailed off, blushing. When I glanced at her, she was smiling, and just for a moment met my eyes.
“Sir, I am quite used to providing ... relief to the master. I have a contraceptive implant, which is good for another two years. I won’t mind, I think I might enjoy, serving you in that way.”
“Well, what I was going to say was, any female staff can go without underwear, but if they do not want sex, then they should wear undies.”
“There are more coming?”
“My family have made arrangements for two house-maids to be acquired, but my father wishes me to employ local ladies where possible.”
“And you will not require sex from them?”
I shrugged. “Any who are willing, I’m willing. But I’m not into coercion. Although, I’m told there are ladies who enjoy being ‘forced’.”
She snorted. “There are. It’s not my thing, though. All you need to do is ask.” She was smiling, then. “Master Ralph, how old are you?”
“I’m eighteen, Lottie. My father felt it was time I was out in the world doing something useful. He did arrange for me to have some ... instruction ... in pleasing a woman.”
She raised an eyebrow. If I hadn’t been watching, I might have missed it. I went on, “There’s an outfit for a cook which you might prefer.”
She nodded. “That would be appropriate. Unless I am in ... housekeeper mode.”
I smiled. “Let’s hold on the formality for the time being.” I paused. “I’m going to try to light the range in the kitchen. Once that’s going, we’ll have hot water and something to cook on.” I turned away.
“Sir, Master Ralph.”
I turned back.
“Thank you.”
I nodded, and left. I was able to get the fire going, initially with kindling and logs from a stack of wood outside the kitchen door. It would take time for that to get going properly, and I left it in favour of a walk into the nearby village. The village shop sold local produce and sometimes preserved food from outside the area, but that couldn’t be a regular thing. One thing it did have was a notice board, and I left a card.
“Wanted. Household staff for Abbey Hall.”
I wondered what results that would produce. By the time I got back, Lottie was in the kitchen, beginning to add coal to the burning wood I’d started.
“It’ll be a while before I can cook anything on this,” she commented frankly. “Hope sandwiches will suit for lunch? It seems there’s bread, butter, cheese and salad makings available.”
Yes, Dad had arranged for some basic necessities to be stocked. And some luxuries, actually. And a new refrigerator as long as we had power. A battery and inverter was good for the light drain stuff.
“Sounds good to me,” I agreed. “I left a card in the village shop. Be interesting to see if we get any applicants for work here. We’d better both interview, I think.”
That eyebrow again. “It seems my life is going to be different here,” she commented with a smile.
I decided that I would be best employed cleaning my room. Not that it was bad, but there was quite a lot of dust, and I needed to make the bed up. I’d swept and dusted, and was in the process of fitting sheets to the bed when there was a tap on the door. Lottie entered.
“Oh, sir!” she was looking round, “you should have left that for me to do!”
“Hardly. With there being only two of us right now, I’ll do what I can. Actually, I was just making sure of my bed for the night. Once we’re up and running I’ll have other responsibilities. Is the fire hot enough to boil a kettle?”
“Yes, sir. The kettle’s on. I came to say you could have lunch any time now.”
“Lottie, I will want to eat my meals with the staff, not in lonely splendour. If I have guests it may be different, but not yet. Okay?”
“Very good, sir, if that’s how you want it?”
“Yes, that’s how I want it. What have you got for me?”
I thought I detected a slight smirk in response, but her voice was even. “I’ve made sandwiches, Master Ralph, cheese or ham with lettuce and tomato. There is no tea, but there is camomile, mint, and a small supply of coffee.”
“Excellent. Please join me at the table, Lottie.”
Over our sandwich lunch and mint tea, I learned more of her history. It was not comfortable listening, but I maintained a serious mien until we’d finished. There were several sandwiches left. “Are you sure you’ve had enough to eat, Master Ralph? I thought...”
“I have had plenty, Lottie, thank you.”
I was about to go to my office when the hall echoed to the thump of the front door knocker. Lottie beat me to the door, though I wasn’t far behind. She opened it, and revealed a pleasant looking young woman, mid teens perhaps. Short, curly, brown hair, warm brown eyes. “Excuse me.” She paused nervously, “I saw the card in the shop asking for household staff.”
“You’d better come in, young lady,” Lottie smiled. “I’m Miss Denham, Housekeeper and cook. What’s your name?” Lottie stepped back out of the way.
“Oh, sorry!” the young lass stepped in. “My name is Rosie Jenkins. I’m from Jenkins’ farm.”
She saw me standing in the hall and stopped. “Rosie, this is Master Ralph. Come along.”
“Don’t worry, Rosie,” I smiled, “I may be the boss, but just a bit older than you and have no intention of getting upset if you treat me like any other human being. Come to the office and tell us about yourself.”