The White Glove Society

The White Glove Society 3:  A House Keepers Duties.

By ninja5

Chapter 1.

Lilianna wore a winter dress with a brown leather apron and leather boots.  It was the kind of outfit one might find on any German barmaid.  Her exotic Euro-Asian features were polished by immaculate grooming.  Her hair, worn in a bun, had not a strand out of place.  Her makeup was minimal and of natural colors.  The owner of the Estate had vacated as winter set in, but the household and its hobby-farm still had to be maintained.  Composed in her duty, she signaled for Tomas to do his task.

A scream filled the barn.

Lilianna traced the edges of the newly seared brand.  The new cow screamed and struggled against the stock.  The other seven cows in the row grew uneasy, the resistance of the newest member of cattle stirring some faint and repressed memory.  After satisfying herself that the brand would mark the woman’s new ownership perfectly Lilianna gave the cow a slap on the buttock and nodded to the faithful Tomas, who stood ready to brand the woman again if the mark wasn’t up to perfection.

The other cattle stirred.

Lilianna walked around as Tomas, his duties finished, quietly left the cows to be milked.

The new cow’s screams had eased. She was begging again. “Please don’t hurt me anymore.” The cow said through sobs.

“Hush” Lilianna said coming around to the shackled cows head. “You’re upsetting the others.”

The cow was helpless in the metal stocks. Apart from the soft padding around her wrists and neck it was like something out of a medieval village. Her ankles were restrained by shackles to prevent her from kicking back.  The busty blonde was hunched over, knees slightly bent, her large breasts (the reason for her newly discovered captivity) hung but still maintain a pleasing shape.  Lilianna hummed to herself as she examined them.  As she reached past the cows beautiful round Californian face for them the cow panic.

“What are you doing?” She feared more pain like the branding.

“Just testing.” Lilianna clasped one the cow’s nipples between her finger and thumbs.

The cow sobbed. “Please.”

Lilianna pinched it and pulled down.  Milk came from pours in fine jets.

“Why are you doing this?” The cow exclaimed; confused; distress; desperate.

Lilianna released her fingers and grabbed the new cow’s short blond hair.  She yanked the head back and knelt down so they were at eye contact.  “You’re a cow now, just like these other cows.”  Lilianna forced her head to look down the line of stocks at the seven other cows.  Their placid faces had the traces of beauty, and their large bosoms hung defeated attached to pumps.  Their milk was being harvested by tubes that led into ticking boxes atop large glass jars.

The ticking of the pumps was not the only noise the scared new cow heard.  A symphony of a muffled humming came from the room.  Each cow had a vibrator inserted and strapped in by a belt.  The cow furthest from Lilianna huffed and sighed reaching orgasm, then became placid again, her eyes vacant.

“You have a sense of victimization now, but you’ll lose it soon.”  Lilianna rose a slapped the cow on the face gently.  She strode to the new cows vibrator sitting on a shelf.  Switched it on, and without ceremony inserted it into the exposed rear of the crying cow.  The new cow gasped at the flood of unwelcome pleasure.  “We only take it out to change the batteries.” Lilianna said in passing.  “You’ll be cleaned in these stocks.  You’ll be fed in these stocks.”  Lilianna collected the milking apparatus and came around front to attach it. “And, you’ll be milked in these stocks”

“Please.  I’ll do anything you want.” The woman voice was sincere.  Lilianna could have extracted any kind of decadence she wanted from this woman, barely in her twenties.

Lilianna attached the tubes over the breasts.  The suction took hold and the creamy white liquid ran down the tubes.  As if in comfort Lilianna took her last humanizing look at the new cow.  “You’ll go mad in a couple of weeks.  Tomas will keep an eye on you till then.  Soon you won’t even remember the baby this milk was for.”  She leant in and kissed the cow on the cheek.  “I have a busy day ahead of me” Lilianna said as she left without ceremony.  What does one say to a cow anyway?

As she left the barn with a satisfied smile on her face a hand came out a grabbed her waist. Tomas. He whisked her around and pressed her up against the wooden palings of the barn.  She was not afraid of the attacker, but merely of being seen like this with him.

As her balance shifted and she found herself leaning back, trapped in the embrace.  She protested.  “No Tomas. We may be seen.”

Tomas did not stop.  He kissed her passionately, his arms tightening in the embrace.

Lilianna didn’t resist, and for a moment she let her caution slip and allowed the embrace.

Tomas and Lilianna had been raised generations ago by the breeding stock of the very estate.  Like most of the servants they had not known life outside of the large compounds walls.  Innumerable numbers of their kin had fallen to the decadence of the Masters and Mistresses. Tomas; a pure Southern Italian stock, and Lilianna; a delightful experiment in race mixing, had both survived and become active in maintaining the household for the next generations.  The bond between them created a trust that could allow a natural affection.  They were lovers, but only in secret.  Any desire known by members of the Society would soon be used to bestow perverse punishments for entertainment.

Lilianna allowed the moment to continue a little longer and then gently began to push Tomas away.  He did not resist after winning his prize.  “Meet me tonight?” Tomas both stated and asked.

“We shouldn’t.” Lilianna replied as they broke the embrace.  She already knew Tomas would wait for her anyway, and she already knew she would go.

Tomas smiled in understanding.

Lilianna straightened her clothing and tapped her hair to make sure it was all in place.  “Come back in an hour and remove the pumps and transport the milk to the kitchen for use.” She was all business again.

Tomas nodded dutifully.

“If the new cow gives you any problems rape her soundly, but anally.  We don’t want her getting pregnant, she’s ripe.  I could smell it.”  She paused trying to repress sentiment.  “I’m off to the stables.  I’ll call for you when we get to the fresh breeders”.  (A polite way of saying, women who had been abducted by the Society).  Lilianna walked away leaving Tomas to patrol and fulfill his light duties.  She headed towards the stables where, if they knew what was good for them, a couple of maids would be waiting to attend to the breeders.

Most of the breeders were from generations back and as soon as they’d come of age been thrown into the stables.  A beautiful healthy woman could provide up to a dozen cows; servants (slaves), but most produced the girls who would grow to become the banquettes the autumn estate was famous for.  Where the cows went mad, the breeders were allowed sanity and treated in gentle captivity so they could bestow affection on the newly born. 

There was another attraction to the stables however: The pain-slave Rosalita; a reporter who had infiltrated the organization as a member’s personnel aid and had been caught before she could break the story and expose the cult’s world.  The trouble she had caused within the secret society meant she would not be allowed to die.  Lilianna took great satisfaction in dispensing her daily punishment whilst the maids groomed and exercised the breeders.  She had become greatly skilled in pushing the slave to her deep limits and then bringing her back.

As she approached the barn two figures in scant French-Maids costumes waited either side of the double doors.  Both stood at attention, Lilianna was strictest with the younger maids knowing that one day one would rise and replace her.  Replacement meant becoming dinner gifted by her new Mistress to vie the favor of a Society member.  Or maybe not.  Recently Lilianna had been lost by the owner of the estate to an underling in a wager.  Her new Mistress, raised out of the Society, was different and Lilianna found her lack of indulgence in her vulnerability confusing.  Whatever her position Lilianna had been instructed to maintain the household, like before, and….. Nothing more.

The two maids stood stationary as Lilianna typed the code on a panel to allow access.  She entered without uttering a word, the maids walking in flanking position at her sides.  As she walked she pointed to doors one and two and the maids broke off and opened them.  From the end of the row of stables Rosalita, suspended from the ceiling, began screaming in expectation. Lilianna smiled uncontrollably as the maids, almost affectionately guided two woman aged in the early thirties (multiple breeders) out of their rooms towards the opening at the end of the stable.  Both breeders were with child and there naked bodies proudly displayed the Societies prizes.  The rooms they came from were lavish and soft, with adult magazines that changed weekly and televisions with preprogrammed pornographic videos.  These breeders had been born to the Society and knew no other life.  Sex was there life goal.  They actually looked forward to the maid’s attention, like a cat rising from slumber to be patted.  It was the first generation breeders that caused trouble.  Often semi-tamed through punishment, they were unpredictable and could try to escape.  That is why Tomas was needed.  To prevent their resistance, and to restrain them if they needed to be punished.

“You seem more distressed than usual Rosalita.  Has the pain from your shackles prevented all rest?”

Rosalita had been toned and beautiful with long shiny dark hair, quick minded and graceful, when she’d first arrived.  Her grace was still expressed in her suffering. Now her hair was knotted and greasy, her slender limbs covered in sweet drenched tight skin.  She was a ragdoll to be played with.

Mournful sobbing was Rosalita’s only response, but it answered the question.  Lilianna would have to shackle her to the floor tonight.  If her victim went to long without sleep she could have a mental break like the cows.  If Rosalita could not suffer, Lilianna would face the consequences.  (She thought of her new Mistress).  Or maybe not.  Her own safety aside Lilianna took great pleasure in Rosalita’s torment and wanted to do it well.

The Maids were busy running water in the hotub a preparing to wash the breeders.  One of them was trying to kiss the Maid guiding her into the tub.  Lilianna was quick to react.  “Giselle.”  She said addressing the young maid from the second youngest generation.

“Yes Governess.” The Maid replied in a soft voice.

All the Maids of this age were shy and introverted.  A product of an experiment in rearing techniques.  “Kiss the breeder.  She should be shown affection.”

“Yes Governess” and the young Giselle allowed the breeder a pornographic kiss.

“She seems horny; make sure you bring her to orgasm as you wash her.” Lilianna commanded before bringing her full attention to Rosalita’s fearful gaze.

She barely heard the third “Yes Governess.”

“What will it be today Rosalita?” Lilianna posed to the pain-slave, her attention turning to the daily ritual.

Rosalita began hyperventilating in terror.

“Whipping.” Lilianna surveyed Rosalita for her response.  “Piercing.”  Again she studied her.  “Cuts.”

The weaken Rosalita’s eyes involuntarily widened.

Lilianna smiled.  “How many cuts do you think it should be?”

“Please.” Rosalita whined as she began crying afresh.

“No, don’t be like that.  You have to pick a number.  Too little and you’ll be punished in double.  Too many and you’ll do yourself in.”  Lilianna reached into the draw of a near coffee table and removed a stainless steel scalpel. 

“Please just kill me.” Came a seldom seen trace of bravery from Rosalita.

Lilianna held the scalpel for Rosalita to see.  “They’re never going to let you die Rosalita.  You came too close to ruining everything.”  Lilianna let the message sink in; the bravery fade; and the terror return.  “How many cuts?”

No words, just tears.

“Seventy-Three.” Lilianna said to prompt a response.

“No! No, please.”

“Then a number Rosalita.”

“Twenty-two.” Came the sobbing voice.

“Too low.” A quick reply.

Rosalita screamed.

Lilianna knew the game had run its course.  The number was irrelevant.  She would cut until her victim was on the edge of catatonia.  Rosalita hung from a chain attached to the ceiling, her shackles wrist suspending her off the ground.  Her ankles were stretched to the floor by a second similar arrangement.  It meant that as Lilianna took hold of Rosalita’s thigh she could not escape the sharp shallow line traced by the scalpel.

Her scream intensified her ravished body still so raw to the first of many cuts.

In the background the Maids sponge bathed the breeders in the hotub, a now naked Giselle in the bath with her horny duty, bobbing underwater to provide oral pleasure until she climaxed.  The late generation breeders had grown used Rosalita punishment taking place.  They paid it no mind.

Lilianna’s soft fingers traced in minute scares.  There were several different kinds.  Bruises offer a mosaic effect on her belly and thighs from when she was beaten with a cane.  More common were the fine scares from the surgical cuts Lilianna now performed.  Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.” Rosalita wailed as Lilianna drew a crimson line from navel to waist.  The scares kriss-crossed in a tapestry of past torment.  There were also the welts from whipping and the goosebumb like marks left from needle torture.

Rosalita muscles contorted and tried to escape, but her tort suspension left her vulnerable. 

Lilianna began to hum in satisfaction as she drew the next cut.  She would continue till the screaming from Rosalita stopped and the twitching set in.  Beyond peoples stamina and limits was a period were before breaking the body surrendered and involuntary jerks of the nervous system were the only response to pain.  From practice Lilianna could persist with Rosalita until her attention was needed to supervise the new breeders.

In the hotub the horney breeder began to climax.  In harmony Rosalita’s screams turned to moans of distress as Lilianna circled her body tracing more fine cuts.  Rosalita’s body was now smudged with blood.  She continued to fight her restraints and escape the pain as the maids, Giselle still naked from her underwater duties, guided the breeders out and began to dry them with plush towels.  Several more cuts and pleas from Rosalita saw the breeders ready to be returned to their rooms.  The maids took their hands and slowly guided them back before unlock the next two doors in sequence and producing two more beautiful pets in the early stages of pregnancy.

The bathing process was repeated. From experience Lilianna knew the breeders behind doors eight and eleven would still persist with the notion of independence from ownership.  Lilianna looked into the pleading eyes of Rosalita as she contemplated the foolhardy notion of escape.  “So stupid.” She said, surmising her view on freedom and signify Rosalita’s delusions that the glimmer mercy would be gifted.

As the maids continued the cycle and bathed the breeders Lilianna lost count of the number of cuts.  As per routine the maids finished off their final breeders before the last troublesome ones.  Lilianna stepped back and admired her work.  Rosalita sobbed and twitched as silently as she could, her body from the breasts down was painted crimson.  Lilianna lent in and indulgently lick the sweet and blood from Rosalita’s navel.  Rosalita not unoblivious to the two maids awaiting the arrival of Tomas knew that her torment was almost over. 

Lilianna turned to the maids. Giselle, still naked and wet from her oral duty, and the small Asian maid named Li waited in silence.  Lilianna, not wanting to delay her work pulled a small two way radio from a pocket in her apron.  “Tomas. We are ready for doors eight and eleven.”  She waited.

“Just dropping of today’s milk.  Be right there.”  Tomas’s voice responded

Lilianna turned to the maids.  “Giselle. Li. Rosalita is dirty. Take the vinegar from the corner and soak from sponges with it, then clean Rosalita with them.”

As both maids obeyed and went for the bottle o vinegar, Rosalita realized the effect and became panicked. Lilianna allowed herself a smile of delight at her knew found torment.  The maids returned, silent as always, and sponges dripping with the mild acid began scrubbing the blood from suspended Rosalita.  The sponges opened the thin cuts and the burning acidic vinegar seared the wounds.  Rosalita’s convulsions of pain and screams did not alter the maids performing their duty.

As the creak of the large doors signaled Tomas’s arrival the maids had finished and Rosalita hung, the stinging liquid coating her ravished body.  “Remain silent and we’ll be done for the day Rosalita” Lilianna said, and the helpless Rosalita fought back the moans of agony. 

Tomas walked straight to Lilianna’s side.  He surveyed Rosalita’s condition.  “She seems in more pain than usual.” He commented.

“She hasn’t been allowed rest.  We must bind her to the floor tonight.” Lilianna replied, her tone all business.  “She’ll need some rest if she’s to remain responsive to the attention we give her.”  Lilianna put the scalpel back in the draw and stood addressing Tomas, Li and Giselle.   “Doors eight and eleven. We’ll do them one at a time. Remember, we may not like their attitude but we can’t harm them until they’ve gifted us our offspring.” She looked to Tomas and the two Maids.  All three nodded their heads in understanding.  Tomas led the way the Maids standing back.  As Tomas unlocked and opened the stable room’s door a wail of terror and anger filled the stables.  Tomas disappeared into the room.  A scuffle could be heard before he emerged with a heavily pregnant woman in an arm lock.

“You fucking bastards I’m going to kill you.” The African American woman screamed.  The Maids, confident in Tomas stood their ground.  They knew the hot tube would be a struggle so they were prepared with a bucket of soapy water and sponges.  As the Maids came forward to perform their duty the woman kicked in their direction.

Tomas replied by twisting the arm. “Quiet now. Steady. Steady.” He whispered to her trying to calm her.

The woman’s face was contorted in pain but still beautiful.  Lilianna surveyed her with disgust.  “It’s been eight months Tomas and she hasn’t learnt to stop fighting.  I can’t imagine Mistress Gia will bother using her for another generation.”

The woman in Tomas grasp writhed against the caresses of the Maids and their sponges.

“Fucking crazy sluts.  Fucking crazy sluts.” The breeder repeated as sponges probed her sex, keeping her clean.

Tomas ignored the insults but answered Lilianna. “She’s got spirit” he commented. “And look at her muscle tone.  Her offspring are going to be perfect cattle.” Tomas could tell his argument had affected Lilianna who now looked at the woman’s muscular legs with an appetite.

The cleaning took a moment longer and the woman’s brief excursion from her stable room ended.  Tomas dragged her back inside.

“Number eleven has been good of late, but stay on hand Tomas.” Lilianna walked to stable eleven and opened the door, Maids in toe.  Lilianna opened the door a crack and called into the room “Are you going to behave, or do we need to be rough.”

“Yes.” Came a timid voice after a pause.

“Yes, behave. Or yes, rough.” Lilianna said knowing the answer from the breeders defeated tone.

“I’ll behave.” Came a whisper of a reply and Lilianna pushed to door completely open.

Lilianna frowned.  In the stable a young Swedish girl, slim wasted, but with large perfect breasts huddled on the edge of her bed.  The mattress was stripped bare and Lilianna could see the traces of her sheets tucked under the bed frame.  The girl looked at Lilianna with an apprehension not related to the impending intrusion of the Maids with her bathing.

The girl had but a month ago been breed with Gia’s faithful associate Randy Kennedy.  Though Lilianna disliked Randy, what she had learned about breeding couples in her few years, suggested the match would give blue eyed; curvaceous; and fair skinned, blonde offspring.  Such children could be used please Society members and were in demand, but Lilianna suspected something has gone amiss.

As Lilianna entered the stable alone she bent down and pulled the crumpled sheets from beneath the bed.  In silence she examined them and soon the obvious blood stains unfolded.  The Swedish breeder began to cry.  Perhaps Randy had told her it was her last chance before…..

“She’s not pregnant.” Lilianna said to Tomas.

The Maids were silent, but chanced a glance at each other, tiny grin appearing on their faces.  For Lilianna a failed breeder meant a drop in productivity.  For the Maids, with the Society members absent from the estate, it meant a rare feast.

“But she didn’t get her period.” Tomas called back.

Lilianna emerged from the stable, sobs of helplessness coming from the failed breeder, and held up the stained sheets for Tomas to see.  Tomas gave a defeated shrug on behalf of his secret lover.

Lilianna allowed herself a moment of reflection. It was not her fault, this breeder had been given multiple chances, but she was responsible in Mistress Gia’s absence.  She collected her thoughts.  “Li run ahead to the main house and get the kitchen staff to prepare for a feast tonight.” The Maid bolted up straight and dropped her bucket and sponge, the excitement showing as a skip in her step and she ran.  “Tomas, take our little failed project to the kitchen. It’s still early so they’ll be able to do a particularly slow roast.” Tomas nodded and as Lilianna stepped out of the stable doorway began to drag the terrified woman to her fate.  “Giselle, if you would stay behind and assist with Rosalita.”

Giselle had not had pause to redress after her pleasuring duties in the hotub took tiny but hasty steps to catch up to Lilianna as she strode to Rosalita.  All the maids of Giselle’s generation were tiny and petite.  Giselle waited as Lilianna release the lever that kept Rosalita’s chains taught.  There was a clank of metal grating and Rosalita’s form collapsed to the floor.  She’d been so ravished her thud came with only a cough and a groan.

“We’ll put her in number elevens stable for tonight.  Fetch her some water.” Lilianna said as she unshackled Rosalita’s welted and bloody wrist and ankles.  The pain-slave was too weak to move. Lilianna was fit and easily dragged the wasted away Rosalita unto the sheetless mattress.  As Giselle placed a pitcher and glass of water in the room, Lilianna took the glass and cradled Rosalita’s head.  “Come Rosalita.” Lilianna said placing the glass at her lips and gifting her a trickle of water.  It would be enough to encourage Rosalita to drink more in their absence. “Tomorrow you will eat the left over’s.” Lilianna allowed herself a tormenting smile.  “And even though the source of the meat sickens you, you will eat it, because it’s the only food you’ll ever get.”  Lilianna release Rosalita into her recovery.  She knew she would have to go easy on her tomorrow, but today had been fun.

“Everything away and in order” Lilianna said to the still naked Giselle as she locked the stable door behind her.

“Yes Governess”. Giselle answered and sensing her duties over reached for her uniform to put it on.

Lilianna held out a hand signaling her to stop. 

Giselle halted without thought.

“You pleasured that breeder very well.” Lilianna said eyeing the petite build of her Maid.

“Thank you Governess.”

“I suspect you’ve done that before many times.” Lilianna caressed the small mound of Giselle’s right breast. “But on who? How did you learn to do that?”

Giselle’s face grew in apprehension, her eyes widened.  Fearful she remained silent.  Intimacy between the Maids and the male servants was prohibited, but the Maids had been raised together in quarters.  Late at night, erotic exchanges had always occurred.  The participants had no knowledge if they were allowed or frowned upon.

“It’s ok Giselle.  You don’t have to tell me.” Lilianna knelt down and picked up the Maids uniform.  As she handed it to her she said, “In fact I’m very happy. I will be noting your proficiency with Mistress Ero’s.”

Giselle felt relief.

Lilianna allowed herself a moment of maternal bliss as bestowing her approval, and then snapped back to status.  “Hurry and get dressed. I need you back at your duties.”

It took only a second for the Maid to slip back into the scant uniform.  Once dressed she turned and scurried to the exit.  As she passed by, Lilianna affectionately spanked her bottom to make her hurry.  Lilianna liked Giselle; she would do what she could to see she survived for a few generations. Li her counterpart, despite performing her duties soundly, had not stood out from the crowd and would most likely be replaced come Autumn with a new and younger Maid.  At the next Autumn gathering at the estate their number would be culled at the perverse pleasures of the guests, but the breeders from Estates all over the world always replenished the stock. Lilianna had been told six of the young stock who had come of age had been trained in housekeeping duties at the Eros Estate.  That meant the six least special current Maids would be offered up.  Lilianna was in the early stages of preparing the list in her mind.

Chapter 2.

Lilianna strode past the kitchen at the exact moment the Swedish ex-breeders distress was silenced by the ruby red apple.  Bound and oiled in the giant roasting pan Tomas aided the cook as he lifted it into the still cool oven.  Slow roasting meant heat would be increased gradually starting at room temperature. Lilianna smiled at Tomas, the cook and the small crowd of Maids who had gathered to see the spectacle.  The room buzzed with excitement.

She clapped her hand twice.  Everyone bolted and stood upright. “I know you’re excited, but remember, get all your duties done.”  She pointed to everyone, but allowed a smile to show that they were allowed their excitement. Lilianna knew how rare it was for servants of the estate to have a banquette like their Masters, and Mistress.  It was like Christmas to a child, but none of the servants knew what Christmas was.

Lilianna had attended to all the jobs that needed her personnel attention save one.  Prior to the end of the Autumn season her old Mistress, Gia, had lost her in a wager to a young woman, interning in the Society.  Losing the bet had angered Gia, but she had calmly honored it, partly because Lilianna’s new Mistress had made no demands that altered the running of the estate save one; the young Maid Anetta.  Lilianna’s new Mistress, Cassandra Blake, had taken a liking to the young blond Maid and had requested special treatment.  As a result the Anetta had only to maintain Cassandra’s guestroom and be allowed resources to keep the young Intern well received by the Society.

As the House keeper came to the doorway of the Estates large library.  Anetta, tiny and petite like Giselle, sat in an oversized lounge chair reading a book.  She did not hear the stealthy Lilianna till she was in touching distance.  Anetta startled.

Lilianna smiled, happy that the years of servitude had imprinted this submissive streak.  “We’re having a feast tonight Anetta.” Lilianna announced.

Before leaving Cassandra had told Anetta she did not have to obey Lilianna if she chose, but the liberation had not taken to the fragile Maid.  “Thank you Governess.”  She said as Lilianna stared at her.  Afraid of the attention she stared at the book, noticeably to scared to read the text.

“Oh, come Anetta, didn’t your Cassandra tell you have nothing to fear from me.”  Lilianna produced the magazines she’d used as an excuse to interrupt Anetta.  “She has sent you more magazines.” Lilianna produced a small pile of fashion magazines to educate Anetta on hairstyles and makeup, and the associated fashions they come with.

Anetta eyes lit up with excitement.  Anetta had been brought to the Estate at the age of eighteen.  Her youth was spent learning basic duties, reading allowed so she may follow instructions left on notes.  The magazines brought a glimpse of the outside world, but also ways she might please her benefactor.

“What are you reading?” Lilianna asked.

Anetta, calmed by the gift, found the courage to respond; her voice timid by nature.  “It’s called Alice Through The Looking Glass.”

Lilianna, who had been groomed in later years with an education, frowned.  “I don’t know it.” She said a little jealously.

“It’s about a girl in a strange land.”

“And, you chose this book?” Lilianna enquired.  A servant acquiring signs of independence was a matter of concern.

“No, Mistress Cassy instructed me to read it.”  Anetta was innocent of having intrigue in anything other than her charge.  “Who are we eating?”  Anetta asked, the changing of the subject an indication she was unaware she was being subtly interrogated.

Lilianna decided Anetta was not a current threat to the order of the household.  “One of the breeders.”  She answered.  “Mistress Gia will be most displeased.”

Anetta buried her head in her book.  Mistress Gia being displeased meant punishments.  The fragile Maid was not use to being privy to conversations about the running of the household.

“Your sister Maids are very excited.  I think I’m going to let them have some time off duties to relax.  Most of them have been working very well.”

Anetta kept silent.

Lilianna tired of the conversation with the introverted Maids.  She sighed and rose to her feet.  “See you at dinner Anetta.  Enjoy your book.”  She left the library without looking back at the intimidated little Maid.  On the one hand the gift of leisure time had not changed the Maids behavior so that it would cause a problem for the Household, but on the other she had learnt nothing about her new owner.  As Lilianna walked down the hall the mouthwatering scent of roasting meat greeted her.  She inhaled deeply.  The vacant stable room meant trouble, but she would report it tomorrow, today she would enjoy the staff’s banquette.

Chapter 3.

The aroma filled the entire house just like it did when the Society occupied the residence in Autumn.  Lilianna stood in her supervisory position in the dinning room as always.  Six Maids bustled about the enormous dinner table, setting plates; napkins and utensils for all the Estate staff.  Lilianna enjoyed the silent efficiency of the Maids.  When they’d finished they stood awkwardly.  Lilianna laughed daintily, “Oh all right girls, pick your seats.”  The Maids burst into frantic competition over seats in the middle of the long table, all of them wanting seats were they could view the magnificent roast that would be presented to them.  Lilianna new there fascination was innocent of the knowledge that several, if not all of them, would share the breeder’s fate.

The cook entered the room and stood at attention.

“At elle survivre?” Lilianna asked.  For some reason Gia insisted her cooks speak French. Lilianna suspected it was so the staff could not overhear which of them was on the menu.  The question: Did she survive, was one of curiosity.

The cook gave a malevolent smile, “Oui.” He said, and shared a moment of sadism with Lilianna.  He clicked his heels and turned and left.

Lilianna approached the closest Maid, but spoke to all of them.  “Our guest of honor survived her roasting, girls.”  She beamed excitedly.

All the Maids mouths opened.  For them this was being spoilt, a feast just like their Masters.  A bell rang from the kitchen; it was the signal for the household to gather for the rare feast. 

As several staff entered Lilianna spotted Giselle hanging back not taking a seat like the rest of the staff.  Concerned she watched.  Her curiosity was soon solved as a late (having to come all the way from the library) Anetta entered the room.  Giselle and Anetta’s eyes met and the two silent head in sync for seats next to each other.  They watched so closely together that for a second their hands touched, and then nervously fidgeted way, most likely scared of being seen.

But it had been seen.  Lilianna’s brain began to whirl with potential.  If the Maids shared a bond it could be exploited for her benefit, especially with her new Mistresses favorite in the mix.  She switched back to her duties, loud heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen hall.  The main course was coming.  The room fell silent; all the Estates servants listened with anticipation.  Finally the double door swung open and Tomas, along with three kitchen staff entered carrying a long silver platter like a coffin.  An audible silence followed the awkward exchange from shoulder to table.  The only noise that could be heard came from the meal itself, soft pitiful whimpers, and the apple still firmly in her mouth.

The cook waited to the side ready to carve as Lilianna walked towards the now golden brown motionless figure.  Her muscles cooked she was paralyzed save a shallow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed weekly.  Only the eyes of the breeder wide open staring at Lilianna hinted how aware the meal still was.

Lilianna reached over and pulled the apple out of her mouth.  “Can you speak?” She asked.  “Do you have anything to say?”  She bit into the roasted apple, it gave way and a trickle of its juices ran down her cheek, the whole time staring at the helpless meals desperate stare.

“Please help.” Came a strained whisper of hope.

Lilianna smiled her sultry smile.  “Cut around the vital bits” Lilianna said to the cook without looking at him.  “Make sure she’s aware of them coming back for more” and with her final sentence of death so extreme, Lilianna turned and left the room.  Tomas followed as the carving started, the Estate servants distracted by the spectacle.

Epilogue.

Tomas walked down the hall of her Mistresses room.  The servants where all at the banquette, but as caution, there was one place no member of the Household would dare to enter; Mistress Eros’ chambers.  He glanced up and down the abandon hall and seeing no sign of witnesses gently slipped though the doorway into the dark room.

Having only visited a few times he struggled to find a light switch.  A giggle came from a familiar voice, and trusting no one would hear said, “Come on Lilianna.  Where is the switch?”

A click came from across the room and soft lighting filled the spacious chamber.  Lilianna stood at the opposite side of the room, her housekeepers dress lay crumpled on the floor beside her.  “What do you think?” she said and spun around giving him a full view of the black lingerie.

Tomas’ response was of concern, “That’s not… You’re not wearing….”

“It’s mine Tomas.” Lilianna was quick to answer and gave him a playful look.  “Mistress Gia likes to show me off sometimes.”

Tomas settled.  Being in his Mistresses room was bad; having his lover wear her clothes was illegal.

“I’m getting bored Tomas.  Come play with me.” Lilianna made her lover walk across the room deeper into forbidden territory.  Tomorrow she would have to contact Gia and tell her the breeder had failed, but tonight she would be free whilst the household fed distracted.