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The White Glove Society: The Eros Autumn Estate.
By ninja5
Chapter 1.
The young Asian girl struggled, but the St Andrews Cross was made of old hard wood, and the leather straps were tight. She made muffled pleas through the ball gag and shook her head from side to side. Her jet black, shoulder length hair glistened is the daylight and her olive skin was flawless and smooth save the goose bumps from the autumn breeze.
Gia licked her lips as the slender belly twitched. The girl’s nipples were erect from the cold and their size was the finishing touch of the perfectly shaped breasts. Her arms and legs were as slender, but with enough muscle tone to tease the food-lover. The lips of her labia were pink and protruded the firm shaved mound that was her favorite cut of meat.
“You my dear” Gia said in a sultry voice, “are going to be very tasty.” She reached into a felt box on the patio table and removed a seven inch silver shard, similar to a sewing needle. The Asian girl’s sequel was muffled by her gag. “But first I think you need to suffer a little.” Gia strutted towards the terrified girl. She still wore the tennis uniform from the game she had played earlier in the day. The white singlet and short skirt clung to her glamorous frame. Even in tennis shoes she walked like she was in stilettos.
“Needle torture is a dying art.” She said gently stroking the girl’s right breast. She ran her finger tips over the tiny nipple before taking a firm grasp of the breast. “Now don’t disappoint me and pass out from the pain.”
The petite girl eyes crew wide with terror and the sharp point of the needle moved slowly towards the flesh of her breast. The tip made contact and the skin indented for a moment before giving way. As the point entered the breast by a millimeter and drop of blood formed at the puncture. Gia smiled, but as she reading to thrust the first of many wounds a voice came from behind.
“Mistress Gia!” Yelped the hastily approaching footsteps.
Gia stopped applying pressure and removed the cold needle from the fragile breast. She let out a sigh of frustration. Something she wouldn’t have done if she weren’t alone. Her victim did not count as company. The magic of her happy moment had been ruined. “What is it Gustavo?” She called back walking the needle back to its home of mahogany and red felt. She’d hoped to spend the afternoon with her dinner. Japanese girls suffered very well.
“Mistress Gia.” Came the voice again. And the stubby overweight figure of her Cellar-Keeper came running up the final steps into view clearly exhausted by the effort. “It’s the Head of the Russian Cabinet.” Gustavo hunched over and tried desperately to catch his breath. “He’s…” More panting.
Gia slowly took a deep breath not wanting to appear as if she was flustered. Gia knew she could never lose her grace in front of anyone who wasn’t about to become food. “When you can Gustavo.”
“He’s insisting he be allowed to have the US Senators daughter for dinner tonight.”
“And what does the Senator say about this?” Gia asked, hoping for a simple solution.
Gustavo had composed himself enough to relate the information. “He’s off with the hunting party. The Russian claims he won the girl fair and square in a chess game.”
“But obviously he could be lying.” Gia resigned to the fact she would not get to play with her food. “I will attend to the matter Gustavo. Please take this morsel to the kitchen, I will be their shortly to give instructions on her preparation.”
Gustavo nodded as Gia walked past him and down the stairs. As she neared the bottom, the commotion that should have been evident to her even on the balcony unfolded. Gia sighed. Lost in her moment of meditation with her victim she had allowed her awareness of her senses to be dulled.
“What seems to be the situation Gentlemen?” She address a pot-bellied balding man surrounded by FSB agents (Russian Secret Service) and one of her own Security Personnel, who was standing protectively in front of a young American girl in a bikini.
“Madam Gia”, the red faced politician addressed her, straighten his ruffled white suit. “I won the Senators daughter fairly last night.”
“In a chess game!” Gia calmly added. She needed to appear informed. “I have played the Senator at chess. He seldom loses.”
“He lost to me!” The Russian snapped. “And I want to have her now.”
Gia took a minute to survey the situation. The FSB agents either side of the Russian Cabinet leader looked poised to escalate the situation at any moment. Behind Tomas, her security guard, stood the young Senators daughter. She was an immaculate example of a Mid-Western beauty. Slightly dirty blond hair with flawless sun kissed skin. Her left breast was partially revealed as her left red bikini strap had been pulled down in the confrontation. Her mid-drift was toned and her tight abdomen pointed to a small mound hidden behind a flimsy bikini bottom. She was clearly very apprehensive of the situation, but from the expression on her face, her protective stance behind Tomas was just a means to draw attention to her plight. She turned to Gia, not panicked.
Gia admired the girls calm. The girl understood an authority was her only chance.
“This girl is not our usual indulgence. Surely you can understand that.” Gia said calmly turning to the Russians. “Without her father to confirm your story I don’t think I can let you take her to your quarters.”
“I want her now!” The Russian said eyes furious.
“What if I was able to offer you an alternative?” Gia said diplomatically. The Russian seemed to relax. It was a good sign for Gia. He was not fixated on this girl in particular. Perhaps he just wanted an American.
“I want one as pretty.” The Russian said and the FSB agents relaxed their stance.
“Of course.” Gia said.
“And the same age.” He added.
“Certainly. If she doesn’t need to be from a social standing, why not two.” Gia waved her hand as if it would be nothing.
The Russian did not say anything, he grunted, turned, and walked out of the courtyard. The FSB agents followed.
Gia turned to Tomas. “Thank you Tomas.”
Tomas nodded and walked away, knowing that Gia would attend to the young girl who looked around confused at how easily the situation had diffused itself since Gia’s arrival.
“T-thank you.” The girl chanced and lifted the red strapping of her bikini top.
Gia confidently walked forward and pulled it back down again, smiling at the girl hungrily. “Our business is not finished.” Gia addressed the girl.
The young Americans eyes bulged, and a fear she had not had with the Russian suddenly appeared as Gia run her finger over the girls collar bone. “W-what do you want?”
“If your father did in fact lose you in a bet, technically I just bought you from the Russian.”
“Oh!” The girls eyes widened and she looked apprehensively up at the taller Gia.
“You handled yourself very well. You knew to stay quiet. You knew to seek someone who could help you. The big question is, why would a pretty little thing like you wear that tiny bikini on an estate filled with people who eat beautiful women.”
“I-I-I was trying to….”
“Oh, no don’t tell me. I’d like to work it out.” Gia stepped back from the girl. “I think I should properly introduce myself. Gia stood straight and looked the girl directly in the eye. Her expression was friendly as if she’d forgotten the ominous situation of a minute ago. “My name is Gia Eros. That is not my birth name, but it is what I am known by. As I hope you know, I am the owner of this estate where the Society sometimes gathers to indulge themselves.” Gia extended her hand palm down as if she wanted the girl to kiss it.
Luckily the American girl’s father had taught her limitless etiquette. She took Gia hand gently, without shaking it and bowed her head; her knees bending slightly in a half curtsey. She then pulled the hanging strap of her bikini back on her shoulder.
Gia immediately reached over and pulled the strap so it hung down again. The girl realized she should not attempt to straighten her clothing again, scanty as it was.
The girl did not allow an awkward pause, she smiled apologetic and started, “My name is Cassandra Blake, but my friends call me Cassy. Since my mother died my father has become more active with The Society. Coming here was the only chance to spend time with him. He’s very busy with his re-election campaign.” The girl gave a formal introduction, though her tone was friendly.
Gia admired how quickly she composed herself. “Yes, we were quiet intrigued as to why he bought you along.” She studied the girl for any hidden motive she may be aware of and seeing none realized the girl was an innocent. “I saw you last night at the buffet. You did not eat any meat?” Gia posed the statement as a question.
“I was looking for someone.” The girl replied, avoiding the crux of the question.
“Who?” Gia replied intrigued.
“Just a man I’d seen in the courtyard yesterday morning.” The girl broke eye contact. “You have so many slaves…”
“I prefer to call them servants.” Gia corrected immediately.
“Forgive me.” Cassandra said and gave another little curtsy. “I want to know if I could…..”
Gia’s eyes lit up with delight. “You wanted to play with one of my servants.”
Cassandra dropped her eyes again.
“You must tell me which one. I would be so happy to introduce you to him.”
“I don’t know his name. He was well built; about six foot, two inches; and he had dirty blonde hair.”
As Cassandra finished a brief description Gia felt another pang of delight. “Oh, I know whom you mean. I’m afraid he’s not a servant.”
Cassandra’s face fell. “Oh, I’m sorry Mistress Eros.”
“Gia” she corrected. “His names Randy, but you’re in luck, he’s here doing some work for me during his University break; and I’d be very happy to introduce you to him.”
“Would that be Ok?” Cassandra asked and forgetting herself, went to pull her bikini strap back up.
Gia slapped her hand, but correctively, not aggressively. “Cassandra, he will simply adore you. And I can give you a tour of my stables.”
Cassandra mistakenly thought she was about to see horses.
Chapter 2.
Past the courtyard where the altercation had taken place a marble coble path curved through a rose garden. Cassy could feel the cold stones on her bare feet as she walked by Gia’s side.
“When did you become aware of your fathers involvement in the Society?” Gia asked brushing her hand against a rose as they walked.
“I guess he was always involved, since at least my Grandfather any way.” Cassandra was starting to fill the chill in the shade. “I always knew I should never speak of it.” She paused. “The servants at home who caught on all disappeared. Even the ones I liked.”
Gia thought back to Cassandra avoiding eating the meat the night before. “It can be a very heartless Society to be a part of. But great Leaders have been championed from friends who share in indulgent acts.” She paused. Three of the last four Presidents of the United States all relaxed themselves in the Society one way or another.”
Cassandra remained silent. They were drawing towards an old white brick building with terraces that looked like a Spanish Villa. The only resemblance to a stable was the heavy wooden doors shut tight at the paths end. The windows were covered in glass so thick you could not see objects on the other side, the kind used in bathrooms.
Gia walked to a panel at the side of the doors. “This will only take a moment.” She said and pressed five buttons on a keypad. There was an electronic beep and then a click. Gia joined Cassandra at the centre of the doors and with some effort pushed them exposing a long hallway with many rooms coming of either side. At the end of the polished floor hallway was a small opening. Suspended by chains from the high ceiling in the centre of the open a skinny woman hung. Cassandra couldn’t make her out beyond matted hair and shiny skin, but the wails of distress at their presence indicated she was gagged; and expecting the worst.
“Please ignore Rosalita. She’s part way through an extremely long termination of employment.” Gia said and Cassandra gave quizzical look which made Gia feel oblige to explain. “An undercover reporter, who worked for one of our high end members and found out about us.”
“I see.” Cassandra replied.
“We torture her as much as we can without her losing her mind. She thinks I’m here for another session.”
They walked the doors that lined the hall. The doors had no handles, just keypads with a red light eluminated. Gia checked each door until halfway to the open area where Rosalita hung she chanced upon a door with a green light.
“Who’s in all these rooms?” Cassy asked.
Gia turned and smiled as she reached for a button next to an intercom speaker. “My breeding cattle.” She pressed the intercom bottom and waited.
After a short pause a confident man’s voice came through. “Yes?”
“Randy its Gia. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Gia said.
“No problem, I’ve nearly finished with this one. I’ll be out in”, there was a pause “twenty minutes.”
“Take your time. If she doesn’t get pregnant this time I’m giving up on her.” Gia released the button and walked towards the opening at the end of the cell doors where Rosalita dangled. “Come Cassandra, there are refreshments at the end of the hall.”
The plush stables opened out into a circular room. Sofa’s divided the room into quarters and each one faced a different type of entertainment. There was a movie screen, a bar, a hotub and exercise equipment in each of the corners. Rosalita remained the centre piece however.
Cassy could now get a good look at her. She was a starved beauty, her ribs showing and once elegant slender legs reduced to waif joints. Her face, contorted and sobbing still held attraction. Bruises; pinpricks and scares from sharp cuts covered her body.
Gia noticed Cassandra’s fascination. “We were going to slowly cook her, but the sight of her punishment keeps my cattle in line when I let them out to play.
“How many cattle do you keep?” Cassandra asked, knowing how very important it was not to appear shocked by this news.
“There’s the diary; 18 girls. The servant quarters; a staff of 27, I only count females. And this, the breeding stable;……”
“Ten rooms with red lights. One room with a green light and one room with no light on at all. Eleven breeding stock with room for one more.” Cassandra finished for her. She wanted to show she was paying attention, but also it kept her mind of Rosalita who was staring at her in desperation.
“Very observant.” Gia smiled and gestured for Cassandra to take a seat facing the bar. “The number in the abattoir varies almost every day when we have quests.” She walked to the bar herself and pulled out three glasses. In one she poured a beer from the tap, before starting to make an elaborate cocktail for the other glasses. Cassandra tried to pay attention but Rosalita was staring straight at her and whimpering.
It was making Cassandra very uncomfortable.
As if in answer to an unasked question Gia spoke up. “She’s going to keep trying to get you to feel sorry for her unless you hurt her.”
“What?!” Cassandra replied.
“In the draw of the coffee table there’s a surgical kit. Take one of the instruments and hurt her.” Gia said. This brought a frantic squeal from Rosalita who began twisting her bound legs as if to try and turn away from Cassandra.
Cassandra felt a flush. At the back of her mind she knew that this woman might very well own her. She did not want to displease her. She opened and reached into the draw and pulled out a leather satchel. It rolled open revealing a surgical kit equip if scalpels and hooks. Hands shaking Cassandra reached for a sharp stemmed hook, used for holding back tissue layers during operations. She clutched it in her hand and slowly walked towards Rosalita.
Rosalita’s expression changed to terror and a rhythmic moan came through the gag. Cassandra could tell she was saying “No” over and over again. The muffled plea relieved some of the pressure. Cassandra, under Gia’s direction, was in control of the situation. With her free hand Cassandra spread open Rosalita’s labia and slowly bought the hood towards the clitoral hood.
Rosalita’s moans became whimpers. Cassandra’s brow started to sweet. She’d never done anything like this before. The sharp prick of the tiny hook caught on the clitoris and with a little bit of pressure, and a squeal of agony from Rosalita, Cassandra pierced her sensitive button. Cassandra found herself out of breath. She was about to let go of the handle from nerves, but as Gia began breaking up ice with an ice pick she said “Make her know you’re her mistress. I want her to scream again.”
Cassandra pulled on the handle. Ruby red droplets of blood ran down Rosalita’s leg as Cassandra twisted and tugged on the hook. Flushed and dizzy she chanced a look up, and seeing the look in her victims eyes, realized she had become a mistress.
“Enough” Gia said calmly and walked towards Cassandra with two cocktails. The beer still stood on the bar. “Pack up and talk to me, Randy will be here shortly.”
Carefully Cassandra slid the hook out, like releasing a fish. She carried the tool back to the satchel and put it away in the draw.
As Gia handed Cassandra the cocktail she said to the room, “Rosalita. If you absolutely quiet whilst we talk you will be spared any further discomfort.”
Rosalita went limp.
Cassandra took the cocktail, held it for a moment, and then the pair saluted each other. Cassandra was the first to take a sip.
Gia kissed her glass and leaned forward. “I’m starting to like you Cassandra. In a way, I hope it works out that I do own you.”
Cassandra’s eyes bulged at the sudden reminder. She took a hesitant look at Gia, who was smiling as a friend.
Her fate bought back with a reminder was the perfect time for Randy to appear. He wore tight blue jeans, unzipped and unbuttoned; an unbuttoned shirt and carried a pair a brown leather shoes in his hand. He felt no shame at exposing his sex. He turned and smiled at the woman. Gia was unaffected by his confidence and athletes build, but Cassandra flushed. He walked straight to the bar and picked up the beer. He lifted it to Gia and took a sip before walking over to the pair.
Gia did not say a word, not even offer an introduction. The two’s meeting was something she had wanted to see.
Randy sensed the expectation, whilst Cassandra was very much exhausted from trying to keep her wits since the Russian had tried to take her. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her emotions in check.
Gia and Cassandra, still in her bikini (still one strap hanging down) sat facing each other. When Randy sat he sat he sat directly behind Cassandra and then shuffled up so his chiseled abdomen was in contact with Cassandra’s delicate back.
Randy knew how to please Gia.
Though she had wanted to meet Randy; had hoped he was a servant of the Estate; the sudden nature of the physicality of their first true meeting made her nerves show.
Gia allowed herself a smile of satisfaction. Beautiful girls can give pleasure in so many ways.
Cassandra forgot the lessons of her encounters and pulled her bikini strap up. Randy, with his beer free hand, pulled it down; and then pulled the strap of the other shoulder.
Cassandra suddenly realized her father was away, and both these people may want to eat her.
“Randy.” Gia said, finally breaking the tension. “This is my new friend Cassandra. I think you should call her Cassy.”
Randy realized the word friend meant she wasn’t on the menu and stopped tracing his finger over Cassandra’s shoulder. One at a time, he placed both bikini straps back on Cassandra’s shoulders.
“Hello Cassy”, Randy said. “What in heavens are you doing wearing that here?”
“I…..” Cassandra started.
“She was trying to catch your eye and got into a little bit of trouble. The Russian claims he won her in a chess game. We’re waiting for her father to get back to confirm her story. If it’s true, then I’ve traded the Russian for her.”
Randy, much more sensitive as he gauged Gia’s interest in the girl delicately said, “I’m afraid I was in the drawing room last night. The Russian did beat the Senator.”
“But that doesn’t mean…..” Cassandra said startled.
Randy braced her body with his. “It gets worse I’m afraid. The Senator isn’t on the hunt. He left last night.” As he finished Cassandra’s head bolted around in alarm. “I guess he didn’t have the nerve to tell you.”
“Oh dear.” Gia said. And the cogs of her mind began turning.
“He wouldn’t….. My father…… I have friends, I’ll be missed.”
Randy saw that Gia was not toying with the girl and knew she would not become a banquet for the Society. He gently put his arms around her. “It’s Ok.” He said.
Cassandra’s emotions were frayed. “You’re going to eat me. You’re going to eat me.” She started saying over again. She tried to worm free of Randy’s embrace but her lithe form was no match for his muscle.
Gia put her cocktail down and stood deep in thought.
“Let me go.” Cassandra said to Randy.
“Stay calm.” Randy insisted. He was every bit Gia’s loyal dog.
“No, please, let me go.” Cassandra yelled.
Gia strode over and without restraint slapped Cassandra across the face. With firm eyes she stared down at the stunned Cassandra. “We never lose our cool. Do you understand me? Act like prey and you’ll get eaten. Do you understand?”
Cassandra relaxed surrounded by Randy’s firm grasp. “Yes Mistress Gia.” She said, recomposing herself.
Gia took a calming slow inhale and said, “Your father is getting ready to fake your death no doubt. I will call him and tell him not to. You two finish your drinks, get changed and meet me in my private dining room. Randy will show you the way. We’re having the most delightful Japanese girl for dinner tonight.” Gia put her drink down and walked down the long hall. As she did so Randy stood and straightened his clothing, taking another sip of his beer as he finished.
“What’s going to happen to me?” Cassandra asked. Randy was not a source she could trust, but she was desperate for any information on her new status of “OWNED”.
“Can’t say.” Randy said eyeing her hungrily. “She doesn’t want your father to fake your death so I’d say you won’t be ending up on the dinner table just yet.”
“Just yet?” Another question.
“Look, she seems to like you. That’s better than most even get close to.” Randy said, extending his hand to escort Cassandra out of the stable.
“She seems to like you too.” Cassandra said.
Randy gave her a cold look. “I thought you were sharper than that. Gia hates all men. She just knows how to make us happy, and we make her very powerful.” Randy put his arm around Cassandra’s waist. Come on Cassy. I’ll help you pick out a dress for this evening.”
Chapter 3.
Randy confidently followed Cassandra into her private suite. Cassandra was beginning to suspect Randy was shadowing her, in case she tried to flee. If that were the case this situation had arisen before for the procedure to take place without verbal instruction. Randy closed the door behind them. The click of the latch brought goose bumps to Cassandra’s exposed skin. The only thing stranger than her situation was the tid-bits of advice people had given her. It was starting to become clear that if she followed a certain etiquette things may actually turn out for the best.
She turned to face Randy and stared at him a moment too long.
“Relax.” He said, keeping his distance. “Show me your evening dresses.”
Cassandra went to her suites closet but already was apprehensive. Last night they had eaten outside and she had decided to wear her red dress then instead of the more suitable floral dress. The only one she had left. Her father had only planned for them to stay two nights.
“That won’t do.” Randy said looking at it, as she bought it out. “And you say you wore the Red one last night?”
“Yes.” Cassandra had a quizzical look on her face that masked her panic. Her life could rely on this dinner and she had nothing to wear.
Randy smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve got an idea.” Randy walked towards the side of the bed and picked up the telephone. He dialed “0” and waited. Muffled voices came from the other end. “This is Randy; I’m in Cassandra Blake’s Suite. Could you please send the Housekeeper immediately?” Another pause. “Thank you.” Randy hung up the phone.
Cassandra was feeling pressure from the silence, and the walls of the spacious suite were slowly getting smaller.
Randy showed no discomfort.
Cassandra thought back to Rosalita. The only time since her father had left that she had felt in control.
A knock came at the door. Randy went to open it. “Lilianna, how are you?” Randy said as a statuesque woman who was clearly of mixed nationality. She was five foot eight, had silky hair held up by chopstick like needles and exotic face. Her limbs were long and graceful. As if to point out the question of her nationality Randy said, “Dutch and Indonesian?”
“You just said Indonesian because of my eyes and skin tone.” She smiled at Randy as if they were friends. But her body language hinted that there was some animosity between the two. She turned to Cassandra. “Good evening Miss Blake. How may I be of service?”
“Korean and German?” Randy interrupted.
Lilianna did not answer, she just shook her head. “That’s seven out of ten Randy.”
Cassandra stared baffled.
Lilianna, the servant, offer an explanation. “Mistress Eros made an agreement with our friend Randy here. He has ten guesses to get my heritage correct. If he wins, he gets me.”
Cassandra took her eyes of Lilianna and looked at Randy. His eyes mapped the black cocktail dress she wore, peering at the flesh of her legs from the high skirt line; and the interwoven lace that covered her breasts.
Lilianna took a stab at Randy. “You would think being allowed to impregnate the stables breeders would give him some idea of genealogy.”
“Keep talking Lilianna. I’ll get you one day.”
“Randy, I’m very busy. Why did you call me here?” Lilianna suddenly became about business.
“Cassandra needs a dress suitable for dining with Gia.” Randy turned his attention back to Cassandra, still trapped in her bikini.
“What’s your relationship with Gia, Cassandra?” Lilianna asked Cassandra.
“She just took ownership of me.” Cassandra said, trying to sound confident, but it did come out as a whimper.
Lilianna’s eyes grew wide and falsely sympathetic. “Oh dear.” She said. Then followed with, “Gia owns a lot of people.” Her face took a formal composition. “What I mean is; does she like you; are you to be a servant; a pet; or tomorrow nights dinner.” She paused. “Will you be intact at the evenings end?”
Cassandra took a long deep breath. “Forgive my ignorance. I have not known Gia long.” She turned to Randy. “Perhaps Randy could help answer.”
Randy stepped behind Lilianna and placed both his hands on her hips. As his fingers arced down to feel Lilianna’s sex the Housekeeper elbowed him hard in the stomach. It did not hurt Randy, but made him serious.
“Cassy is a sweet little thing. Gia seems to have an interest in her other than food or pet. I don’t think even Gia knows what she is going to do with her. She picked her up to solve a problem with some Russian.”
“I see.” Lilianna smiled friendlily at Cassandra. “You need to make an impression.” Lilianna walked towards Cassandra and quickly looked her up and down, taking in her measurements. “Shower. Style your hair like you want to attract a gentleman and……. Shave your female parts.” Lilianna smiled at Randy.
Cassandra realized she was doing it to distract the shocked look on her face. It seemed that potentially having the approval of Gia meant a lot individuals exposed to depraved acts felt the need to protect her.
Lilianna turned to leave the room. “I will find you the perfect dress.” She circled around Randy to the exit.
As she past Randy he said “Malaysian and French?”
There was a stutter in Lilianna’s step. “She turned “No.” She said. “And that’s only two guesses left.”
“But one of the last two was right, wasn’t it?” Randy had a cruel smile on his face.
“But which one Randy?” Lilianna opened the door and stood there. “Come Randy, we should leave her alone to get ready.”
“But…” Randy disputed.
“We can lock her in.” Lilianna said casually and then turned and bowed to Cassandra.
Randy followed Lilianna out of the room and as the door shut there was a double click. Cassandra allowed herself a moment of panic. Firstly she thought about how she had wanted to impress Randy earlier in the day. He was starting to seem like an enforcer. Then she thought about Gia saving her, but for some purpose she would have to audition for tonight. Finally she thought of Lilianna who performed her duties as Randy attempted to get her on a diner plate. She liked the Society so much more when it was just about eating people you didn’t know.
Chapter 4.
Alone in the shower Cassandra allowed the tears to blend with the jets of hot water. As instructed she shaved her pubic hair so her vagina was smooth like a prepubescent girls. She ran the raiser of other parts of her body and used the shower gel and conditioner on hand. As she turned off the water the tears stopped. She would deal with her feelings about her father and her apparent slavery when her predicament was less dire.
After dapping herself dry she wrapped the towel around herself and walked out into the bedroom of the suite. She was startled by a girl her around own age standing mute and motionless. Cassandra immediately guessed she was a maid from the French maids’ uniform she wore. The hem of her skirt was so high she could see her black lace knickers.
The maid curtseyed and gestured to a black dress on the bed. There had been activity in her room whilst she showered. “Thank you” Cassandra said politely.
“May I help you with your hair?” The girl offered dutifully.
“Yes.” Cassandra was again receiving help from strangers. “What do you think Mistress Gia would like.”
The Maid, a petite blonde who looked younger than her years examined Cassandra’s hair from a far. “Mistress Gia has been fascinated with a show called ‘Made Men’ of late. Perhaps I could style your hair after one of the shows heroines.”
Cassandra smiled approvingly, she wondered if she was acting superior to a Maid who may be carrying her off to the kitchen tomorrow. “That sounds like wonderful advice…….” Cassandra left a pause for the girl to introduce herself. A look of horror came over the Maids face and Cassandra correctly guessed anonymity may keep some people owned by the Society off the menu. Cassandra saw this as a chance to be vulnerable. “You don’t have to tell me your name, but if you help me and things go well tonight, perhaps I can help you.”
The apprehension in the Maids face left and she curtseyed again. “My name is Anetta.” She paused. “You should get into your dress before I do your hair.”
Cassandra unwrapped the towel and put reached for the black dress. It was a cocktail gown similar to the one Lilianna had been wearing. However, instead of laze cover her breast the strapless gown had a V between her breasts. It also came away at the side revealing the natural fall of her breasts. Cassandra reached into a draw for a pair of panties.
Anetta coughed to interrupt the action. “Gia may expect you to be a lover tonight; ready to be taken.” Anetta nodded to the draw. “They slow things down. Ruin her moment.”
“Thank you.” Cassandra said, realizing she would be in nothing but the dress and the pair of stilettos at the base of her bed.
As she stepped into the dress Anetta said, “You a very beautiful. I do not think they would consume you trivially, and most of the estates guests have left.”
Cassandra took some comfort in this. Her earlier assurances that Gia would prevent her father from faking her death also comforted her. She was almost certain she would not soon be made a meal. But was unsure of exactly what her fate would be.
Once in the dress Cassandra sat and Anetta went to work with a hairdryer; crimpers; and spray and created the style of a 1950’s bombshell. Cassandra let Anetta alone at apply makeup and she was gentle in the quantity of application, allowing Cassandra to appear natural save blood red lips.
“Thank you Anetta.” Cassandra said.
Anetta curtseyed and walked to the phone. She dialed 0 and waited. She did not speak into the phone but simply hung it up and without ceremony left Cassandra alone with her reflection. The door making an automatic double click once closed.
Not more than a minute since the Maids departure a knock came on the door.
“Come in.” Cassandra said her appearance adding confidence.
Lilianna entered the room. Her eyes glance Cassandra up and down and took a definite disapproval. Cassandra knew that she looked as well as any girl had at a Society dinner, and correctly guessed the disapproval was for looking too good. No doubt Anetta would pay for the pride she had taken in her work. But Cassandra could not think of Anetta, she needed to impress Gia.
“The table is set. Mistress Eros and Randy wait in the lounge for your company.” Lilianna gestured out of the room like a flight attendant telling passengers to disembark. “Please come this way.”
Lilianna walked in front, she had the same stride as Gia. A thought occurred to Cassandra: Had Gia and Lilianna both been instructed by the same person. There body language was so similar despite Lilianna being younger. Cassandra did not try to imitate it, but replied on the step she had learnt for taking the stages at the various types dance tournaments her father had entered her in. In the stiletto’s, she was grateful for the brief period of ballet.
The pair entered a lavish dining room lit by candles and an open fireplace. Gia and Randy both stilled their conversation as they saw Cassandra. Randy looked unsettled, clearly taken by surprise the apprehensive girl in the bikini had taken such a dramatic look. But much to Cassandra’s ease of mind, Gia looked very approving.
“Take a look at her Randy”, she said to the muted man. “Begins her day exposed in a carnivores den; and then steals the spotlight at the royal table.” She clapped her hands threw the elbow length white gloves she wore. “Admit it Randy, she doesn’t look like the prey you get anymore.”
Randy, also wearing white gloves still remained silent.
Cassandra curtseyed. Gia gestured to a seat on the right of the head of the table. There were only three seats along the long table that already had the evening meal laid out……..
Cassandra did not allow herself a moment of hesitation as she walked to the table with a very much alive Japanese girl strapped belly up on a silver platter. She was looking around the room frantically, tears rolling down her checks. As Cassandra took her seat she surveyed, as if to admire, the girls plight.
A rich aroma came from cooked meat. The girls’ legs had been roasted up to and including her waist, but her belly; breast and arms remained raw. She whimpered constantly through a thick gag, obviously in tremendous pain. Cassandra understood exactly what would happen. The servant would carve succulent flesh from her thighs and calves and they would eat the girl alive as she watched.
Cassandra had always avoided the meat at the Society diners, but tonight she had no choice.
The servants appeared and one collected Cassandra’s plate whilst another produced a carving knife and fork and awaited instructions of where to cut. Cassandra knew that Gia always ate the dinners sex, so she paused as if contemplating her choice. “Thigh please.” She said, and forced herself to watch as the fork slid into the girls’ leg without friction. The girls’ natural juices seeped through the bronzed flesh as it was perforated. There would have been no nerves left in the cooked legs, but the visual horror of seeing herself carved caused terrible distress for their dinner. Cassandra noticed Gia stroking the side of the girls face. Her suffering was bringing Gia great satisfaction.
Roast potatoes and greens in cream sauce were also added to Cassandra’s plate before it was returned.
When they took Randy’s plate he said, “Meat only. Thigh; and the souls of her feet.”
Cassandra hoped she had delivered enough of a performance to turn from the spectacle. She turned to Gia. “Have you spoken to my father?” She asked.
“I would be annoyed of you asking before we had finished eating, but I understand your position.” Gia let their dinners tears soak into her white gloves and then traced the moisture over her own cheek. “Yes I spoke to him. He’d hoped your demise would create sympathy for him at the polls.” As she finished speaking she lifted her eyes and studied Cassandra deeply for a reaction. “It would appear he lost the chess game on purpose.”
Cassandra looked away for a second and followed the servants as they bought Randy his plate of the tormented girl. She then stared deeply at the Japanese girl with a coldness to give her no hope, before returning her gaze at Gia. “One must make the best of any situation Mistress.”
Gia smiled. “Confident submission.” Gia leant back for the servant to take her plate. They did not need to ask what meat to cut for her. “I think you’ve realized you’ve been caught up in a bit of a game.” Gia narrowed her eyes on Cassandra as her plate with the harvested sex of diner sitting isolated on the plate. “Let’s eat. You can have this last meal at least.”
As the trio picked up their cutlery to begin eating, Cassandra realizes she was the only one with vegetables on her plate. She paused as Randy started cutting. Gia gave one last caress of the meals check and lifted her knife to the delicate slit in front of her. Cassandra’s pause had been noticed.
“Something wrong” Lilianna’s voice came from behind. As housekeeper she was there to oversee the service of the meal.
Cassandra appears surprised. “Why no, of course not”, and with no further delay cut into the meat and brought a piece to her blood painted lips. As the flavor hit her senses, Cassandra stared into the
Japanese girls desperate eyes and felt the same control she’d had over the pain slave Rosalita. Eating the rest of the meat was not a problem. Her only question was whether or not to ask for more.
Cassandra decided the vegetables were a test, but to be polite she chopped them up with her and fork and sampled each. As she chanced a look behind her Lilianna’s slightly annoyed complacency behind her, she decided she had done the right thing.
The moment came when all three had finished their meals. Gia took a sip of red wine, and turned to Cassandra. “I like you Cassy. I have come up with two solution to the problem of” she paused, “you.”
Cassandra felt her heart race though she took steady breaths. She prayed she would not blush or begin to sweet.
“You are intelligent; well educated; and very beautiful. Besides from your little outburst at the stables you have handled yourself very well given the situation.”
Cassandra feared a lengthy delay in the revelation of the options of her fate. Another game of torment from Gia.
However Gia was true to her word, she liked Cassandra. “You can either occupy the vacant stall in my breeding stable, or you can take on an internship of sorts at this estate.”
The stable position was self evident, but Cassandra knew there would be a catch to the internship. “What does the internship entail?”
“Some light duties around the estate. We will have to enroll you in a university; if you represent me your education must continue. A healthy social life with travel; friends; a rich life to amuse us through stories.” Gia had only listed the positives. She reached over with her gloved hand and clasped Cassandra’s. “But the time would come when we would destroy all that for our pleasure.” Gia did not specify how.
Cassandra guessed that Gia could use her as currency is she chose that option.
“Our breeding stock is very well cared for.” Gia recommended. “They live longer than most women in the Society.
Randy who had been mute suddenly voiced up. “Malaysian and Dutch?” It was another guess at Lilianna’s heritage. Both Gia and Cassandra turned to Lilianna still standing dutifully at the room’s edge.
Lilianna shook her head signaling no.
“Malaysian and German?” He guessed again.
“No.” Lilianna smiled. “That’s all ten guesses Randy.”
As if forgetting the options presented to Cassandra, Gia smiled and was court up in the distraction. Cassandra looked at Randy. He winked at her. Cassandra was not sure if he was buying her time to think or looking forward to impregnating her at the breeding stable. His relaxed expression made her think it was the former, and as terrible as he was, he could also possibly be a friend of sorts.
“Well you’re off the hook Lilianna. I knew he wouldn’t guess it.” Gia dipped her head to her loyal servant.
Lilianna had a look of satisfaction and slight smile on her dutiful face.
“Might I guess?” Cassandra asked.
Gia, Randy and Lilianna all turned to stare at Cassandra. “Such baldness and she hasn’t even decided her fate.” Gia said, still holding her hand. “I will give you one guess. The same rules apply; get it right and I will give you Lilianna. You can do whatever you please with her.”
Lilianna gave Cassandra a pompous look. Cassandra had already decided Lilianna did not have her best interests at heart. “Well the trick to her heritage is in the difficulty of the answer, and Randy already guessed one. Lilianna is part Asian, but tall, so naturally she is a traditionally short Asian with a tall European parent.” Cassandra allowed herself a sultry smile. “I would guess Cambodian-French”.
A look of terror came over Lilianna’s face.
“What!” Randy exclaimed in frustration.
“Bravo.” Gia said cautiously, obviously tested by losing her housekeeper.
“Forgive me Gia” Cassandra said, immediately turning to her. “I would not dream of taking her away from her duties, but perhaps we should add subservience to me as one of them.”
Gia smiled at the diplomacy. “So you wish the internship. Very well.” Gia relaxed back in her chair. “I know the stables didn’t sound appealing, but in time you may wish you’d taken it.” Gia rose. “Take a moment with Lilianna and then have her lead you to my quarters, you will be spending the night there.”
Cassandra held her breath not to blush and bowed her head.
“Good night Randy.” Gia said leaving the table behind.
Randy sat sulking for a moment, rose, and dipped his head to Cassandra as a sign of good night.
Cassandra sat in her chair for a moment staring at Lilianna, who was still for a moment, but the waiting eventually broke her composition and her eyes flickered from a neutral gaze of the room to Cassandra. Cassandra smiled and walked towards her newly won slave.
“You’re on my side now Lilianna.” Cassandra said and glided her index finger over the nap of the beauties neck. “If something bad happens to me I’ll make sure it comes to you double. Do you understand?”
Lilianna nodded, pursed lipped.
“There was a maid, Anetta. Have her placed as my personnel servant; and I won’t no punishment to be given to her without my say-so. If it happens, it’ll be on your head. Do you understand?” Cassandra tone was toyful like Gia’s. Imitation would create familiarity and express the seriousness Cassandra desired.
“Yes Mistress Blake.”
Cassandra changed her expression to friendly. “Now, please show to Mistress Eros’ room.”
Lilianna clicked her fingers for the staff to clear the table and began walking. Cassandra knew, the servants would cook the rest of the Japanese girl for themselves, but she no longer cared for the fate of such trivial victims. Lilianna strutted in front of her through a maze of corridors and cigar rooms. Cassandra admired her stride now, it was something she possessed. The pair came to a set of double doors and Lilianna opened them exposing a spacious bedroom with king-size bed. Gia stood off to the side naked, her flawless olive skin contain her gorgeous figure. Cassandra entered as Lilianna hung back.
“Thank you Lilianna. Please wait outside for an hour to assure we don’t need anything.” Gia spoke and Lilianna closed the doors sealing Cassandra in. Gia look at the youthful Cassandra, “Aren’t you a little overdressed.”
Cassandra reached around behind and fumbled for the zipper. Finding it she slid it down and the gown dropped away from her body and fell to hips. She pulled the tight fabric past them and the gown dropped to the floor. As Cassandra stepped out of the dress, she also stepped out of the stilettos and stood before Gia exposed.
Gia beckoned her with a finger and a hungry look, but as Cassandra walked forward to be taken, Gia stepped back to towards a curtain. As she drew closer to her Mistress the curtain was pulled back, revealing not a window, but a St Andrews cross with leather straps at four ends.
Cassandra flushed and faltered in her steps. Gia signaled for her to come closer with her finger again. Cassandra, a little fearful, obeyed. As she came within touching distance Gia reached out and took her wrists, placing them out in the X of the cross. One by one she strapped them in. Gia placed her hand on Cassandra’s breasts and tested the soft flesh. Cassandra shuddered, which made Gia smile. Gia ran her hands down Cassandra’s sides and over her flat belly, past her hips and down each leg. Her ankles were strapped in. As Gia rose back up she paused at Cassandra’s sex.
Cassandra felt Gia tongue glide over her labia; tasting her.
“You were very bold to take ownership of my housekeeper.” Gia said rising above Cassandra. “And this morning, when I saved you from your dilemma you interrupted me playing with my food.” Gia face was stern. “To keep Lilianna happy and to make amends I think I shall show you my hobby.” Gia reached out to a mahogany box; opened it; and pulled a long silver needle out.
She did not have to explain its purpose to Cassandra.
“You’re internship begins now. Please scream for Lilianna’s benefit.”
Prologue.
As Gia unstrapped Cassandra’s wrists she slumped to the floor, her body exhausted.
“Come one Cassy, it’s over for now.” Gia said helping the girl to her feet. She began directing the wrecked girl to the bed, but walking for Cassandra was difficult; the soles of her feet had not been spared the needles point. Gia raised her up and laid her on the bed. Cassandra’s body twitched as the nerves Gia had struck precise still screamed out. Gia rolled her into a fetal position and lay around her spooning her.
Through the tortures Cassandra had not broken and begged, and so survived the first night of her internship. Gia pulled the silk sheets up over their bodies and snuggled into her intern’s warmth.
“I told you the breeding pens weren’t such a bad option.” Gia whispered. Tomorrow we will discuss your future. You are not permitted to discuss what happens in this room.” Gia said and waited.
Cassandra’s mind had hit the wall. Not knowing what to say she remained silent.
As if from familiarity Gia seemed to know how Cassandra felt. “There will also be pleasure Cassandra. When I had a Master in the Society I endured much. One day you may graduate from me and escape the burdens….. but in the mean time, we need to work on your endurance.”
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