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The White Glove Society 4: Meeting the Gentleman.
Introduction.
Cassandra Blake had stayed at the Eros Estate for two weeks prior to being released back into the world at the grace of her new Mistress, Gia Eros. Autumn having finished there was no one at the Estate save the servants and Gia; who made last minute arrangements for the maintenance of the Society’s Autumn retreat in her absence. Gia had a sophisticated and graceful beauty, complicated b her sadistic affection. She had the manner and experience of an older woman, the gifted of an exotic life. Randy, whose relationship with Gia, Cassandra did not understand left the day after Cassandra lost her liberty. She was left alone to entertain Gia, most frequently on her cross; staring with desperation at her beautiful torturer. Every night Gia would summon her before dinner, and every night Gia would test her flesh in unwelcome fondling graciously received and teasingly ask, “Should I have you for dinner tonight.”
Cassandra stopped feeling sorry for the young women who took her place from a seemingly endless supply. All hesitation in eating the taboo meat fell away as a risk of upsetting her owner and intensifying her nightly torment.
Chapter 1.
It was a novelty to receive a telegram in modern times. After being chauffer driven from the estate to the airport Cassandra had instinctively boarded a flight home. Her father had gone on campaign for the election for State Senator again. Given that he had arranged for Cassandra to meet an untimely demise at the Estate, Cassandra didn’t stay other than to collect a necklace of her mothers and one of her father’s credit cards. She headed South to Mexico and after seven weeks of restlessly trying to forget her suffering started to relax.
“She tracked the credit card” Cassandra thought as she read the telegram. A bust boy at the Hotel she was staying at delivered it to her by the pool. At first she thought it might have been a note from a handsome tourist she had been eyeing through her sunglasses. All excitement at the note halted as she read it.
Cassy dear,
Come to the Grand Hyatt Hotel in New York by February 12th.
Dress to entertain.
Gia.
Cassandra stared at the note, unable to reread the words. “Run.” She thought. But where and with what money. Cassandra had been bought up in a life of privilege and decadence. Her expensive education told her she wouldn’t survive without money, and money was traceable. “Tell.” Echoed briefly, only to be dismissed by the memory of Rosalita suspended from the stable roof in chains. What little Cassandra knew about the Society told her it was invincible. Presidents were members and even organizations like the Secret Service kept it hidden. She took a deep breath. It was the 11th of February today; Cassandra had only a day to get to New York or…….
Chapter 2.
Cassandra hated New York, but the crammed intolerance; the myriad of people with their hands out for money; and the grimy filth that coated the city was dulled with nervous anticipation. Having hastily packed and headed for the airport. She still wore cut-off jeans and a tight t-shirt that had been so suitable in Mexico. She left the cab, receiving the title of “cheap bitch” for not tipping the cabby. The flight was overnight and Gia had not given a time. Trying to come up with a strategy for the unknown Cassandra was ignorant of the uncertainty from the bellhop as he opened the door for her. It was only when she reached the concierges desk that she realized how she must look; like a tourist in the wrong place.
The Concierge eyed her up and down though tilted spectacles. He was frowning.
Cassandra, knowing etiquette smiled politely, but adopted serious eyes. “Cassandra Blake to see Mistress…. I mean Miss Gia Eros.
The name or perhaps the accidental exposure of title made the Concierge sharper. “Miss Blake.” He said as if to verify the name. “Miss Eros arrived early this morning and is expecting you in the Penthouse.” He eyed her again. “I trust you are here as….” a moment pause “for dinner this evening.”
Cassandra recognized the sadistic grin. The implication of his accounting for her business with Gia angered Cassandra, her nerves already frayed. She turned away, but in a moment of absence turned back. The Concierge had already shifted his attention, but now looked again ad Cassandra and eyed her cautiously.
“Subtle hints and innuendo may expose things best kept secret to unwelcome ears.” Cassandra said to him, her voice tinted with sharpness.
A surprised look washed over the Concierges face for a moment, his instinct of servantile status within the Hotels hospitality kicked in. “Of course.” He said his tone more passive. And then as if after thought he said, “Please do not tell Gia.”
Cassandra smiled sweetly and then despite her out of place clothes, walked to the Elevator as if she owned the Hotel. As she did so she walked past a tall handsome, middle aged, man who had witnessed the scene. He smiled at her as if he approved.
Her momentary confidence began to waver on the long lift rid to the Penthouse. As they reached the upper floor the elevator attendant stepped forward and placed a key in the panel. He turned it and the elevator began moving again. Cassandra smiled at him nervously, and gentle bump signaled they had reached their destination. Cassandra walked into the entrance of the Penthouse. The large double doors separating the elevator from the Penthouse where open and Cassandra could hear Gia softly singing to herself a song in Spanish.
Despite the gentle melody Cassandra felt her muscles tense. She stopped walking short of the entrance, the memory of the silver needle piercing her body, and a soft hands gentle caress as Gia confused the pain with pleasure. The memory made by repetition made crystal clear in her mind. Her legs began to shake as fear rather than reason told her to call back the elevator and ran.
The song stopped. “Cassy dear, is that you.” Gia called, somehow sensing her.
Cassandra summoned her courage, but only managed to shuffle to the doorway; half in the penthouse, half out.
Gia turned around, her expression passive and contemplative. “Why are you standing in the doorway, come in.”
Cassandra was taken aback by Gia’s appearance. She stood in front of a window, staring out at the horizon. A red designer dress clung to her perfect body highlighting her Latin curves. Her legs were exposed mid thigh and the v line on the dress exposed her healthy, perfect breasts. She looked untouchable to men. As Cassandra took a step in the room the welcoming smile turned to pursed painted lips. The eyes looked un-approvingly, but only for a moment. Gia rolled her eyes and seductively said, “Oh Cassy. You would entertain dressed like that?”
Cassandra’s mouth dropped open. She had been so intent on the summons she had forgot the instruction. Fearing punishment Cassandra hastily pleaded, “I’m sorry Gia. I………..”
Before she could finish the elevator chimed.
Gia looked at her, but not angrily. “No time. Strip.”
Cassandra startled, something she tried not to show, but found slipped out at times.
Gia seemed urgent not to have a delay as the doors sounded opening. She held up her index finger as if warning of discipline to a child.
Cassandra sensed it was in her interest to strip. Quickly she pulled of the T-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. As she pulled her jeans off she slipped out of her sneakers. Chatter came from the hall between the entrance and the elevator. A man’s voice talking to a young woman. She stepped out of her clothes save a pair of pink plain knickers and socks that made her look childish. As a pair of shadows pierced the open Penthouse doors Gia kicked Cassandra’s clothes into a corner and poised by her side. Cassandra sense that she had a trace of excitement for the guest.
Chapter 3.
The young girl, Cassandra’s age, who step in the room beamed an involuntary smile at her older escort. She was clearly in love with the middle aged man a step behind. He looked familiar to Cassandra but she could not place him. He was wearing politicians black suit that hung as if it were hand tailored for him. The girl was short and light ebony with a seductive grace that invited attraction. Her hair was short and curly; jet black from her African heritage. Cassandra could tell by the way she smiled invitingly at Gia in greeting that she did not know her, nor the type of attention such openness could bring.
Gia did not return the girls smile. She stared at the older man for a moment and then, like no one else was in the room, glided forward as if to kiss him. She halted as Cassandra, stark in her lithe form, felt so exposed. Gia placed both hands behind her back and slowly tilted her head to expose the soft olive skin of her neck. The unknown man took the final step that closed the distance between them. He reached around and grasped Gia’s hand as if restraining them behind her back. The pairs bodies up against each other his head cropped and he sniffed her neck before bring his face against Gia’s and kissing her check softly. He released his hands from her wrists and with it affectionately stroked her cheek.
Cassandra forgot she was naked at the shock of seeing someone as proud and strong as Gia submit to a man’s affection.
The unknown ebony girls smile faded and adopted a nervous jealousy at the scene.
Gia stepped back from the embrace and held both the man’s hands gentle, their bodies facing each other.
The man spoke after a pause. Though Cassandra would not know this to later in the day, she correctly deduced that Gia was waiting for the man to speak first. The man stepped back and held out his arm. The unknown girl rushed to it and he placed his arm around her in affection, much toned down from that given to Gia.
“Gia, this is Alicia.” He said gesturing to Gia with an open arm, presenting the young nymph.
The girl correctly remained silent but unwisely smiled invitingly at Gia, indicating her affection was for the taking.
Gia was polite and nodded to her in greeting. It was now Gia’s turn to introduce Cassandra. She stepped back and walked behind Cassandra. Without speaking she grasped both of Cassandra’s hand and pulled them away from their modest position covering her breasts. As the eyes of the strangers viewed Cassandra’s vulnerability Gia spoke. “Dalton” she said naming the handsome gentleman, “this is Cassandra Blake, formerly the daughter of Senator Blake.”
The man named Dalton nodded his head slightly in greeting. The girl, Alicia, eyed Cassandra’s exposure with a superior distain. Cassandra guessed she saw her as meat. “She’s very beautiful.” Dalton added.
“So is your Alicia.”
“How long have you had her?” The man asked, directly and with polite posture.
“A little over two months. She’s been free to roam most of it.” Gia replied in honest sincerity. “You and..” Gia looked at the ebony girl, but did not name her. “How long have you been sharing your life with her?”
“A little over six months.” Dalton replied and looked apologetic.
“Is that why you didn’t come to the Autumn Estate?” Gia asked, daring an insult. But Cassandra guessed that the insurmountable Gia might actually be hurt by the answer.
Dalton did not answer the question. Extending the apology he took an emotive tone, “Oh Gia, I’m here now.” He became business like again. “Alicia is very good at pleasing people.” His voice came. Alicia arced her body as if excited by Dalton’s innuendo. “Can you say the same for your little Cassandra.”
“She has not pleasured me once.” Gia stated. Dalton looked shocked by her response. “But she has given me great pleasure, and shows a surprising wit when in peril.”
Dalton took the point. “Yes, I saw her in action.”
With the hint Cassandra finally placed Dalton as the man who had smiled at her in the lobby.
“She took on the concierge in cut off jeans and T-shirt.”
Cassandra felt warmth across her chest and knew her breasts were blushing. The conversation had gone on far too long to be a mere introduction. She had a moment of fear, but a quick glance at Alicia told her the competition was oblivious by trust.
“So you like my little Cassy?” Gia finished as grasped Cassandra’s shoulder.
For the briefest of seconds Cassandra was cautious that this was for restraint. But she had been at Gia mercy to many times and knew it was show only. Cassandra gently inhaled and intuition told her stand in offering to the unknown man Dalton, as a way of offering what Alicia offered. With her free hand she pulled down her panties until they dropped free and stood at a relaxed attention.
Dalton blinked hastily, and then recovering, smiled. “I like her.”
“Of course you do.” Gia said as if there was never any doubt.
Dalton made a hasty jerk of his arm in striking. Cassandra jumped in shock as his arms snapped around Alicia’s throat. It was a momentary and surgical stab with his thumb, a look of shock came over Alicia’s face which was quickly turning red. Gia remained calm in the few seconds it took for Alicia eyes to roll close and her body slump limp to the floor. Dalton had not even wrinkled his suit, the action obviously hewn through experience.
“Honestly.” Gia objected. “That was not becoming you Dalton, she was so dim she would have walked into the kitchen.
Dalton looked wounded, but did not shake in his composure.
Gia released her grip of Cassandra’s arm and whispered in her ear. “Well done. You won.” She patted Cassandra’s clitoris with her index finger. “Dalton is going to be cooking us dinner all day Cassy.”
Dalton was removing his jacket to carry the unconscious Alicia to the kitchen.
“You are going to get have to come shopping with me for something suitable to wear.” She looked at Cassandra, who collected her things quickly, the recent escape from the oven encouraging her obedience. “You will get to know Mr. Dalton Monroe over dinner.” As Cassandra started to slip back into her clothes Gia deliberately clear her throat. Cassandra had taken her eyes of her and not seen Gia retrieve a black trench coat which she extended out to Cassandra. “This should be sufficient for modesty.”
Cassandra took the coat, the intended humility lashed her psyche, but somehow she managed a submissive smile.
Gia took a mink fur coat from a stand and glided into it. She took an affectionate look at Cassandra as she looked self-conscious. “Come.” She did not acknowledge Dalton as she walked to the elevator lobby of the penthouse. Cassandra followed as if on a leash.
As they waited for the elevator to come Gia turned to Cassandra. “Has your Father never spoken of Dalton.”
Cassandra could not answer in fear of showing nervousness. She knew that Gia had championed her over Alicia, but had no idea what power Dalton had if he could make Gia affectionate. She fought the panic she was feeling at the potential close call.
Gia took her silence as a negative. “Perhaps not.” The elevator door chimed and she stepped in smiling at the attendant. Cassandra followed and stood by Gia’s side. As the door closed Dalton, who stood behind the open doors of the penthouse smiled a temporary farewell.
The Rolls Royce Phantom town car was waiting for them as they left the Hyatt. The driver waited by the rear door until both ladies and climbed in and then gently closed it. As he got in the front seat he turned his head halfway to Gia, dutifully offering his ear.
“Young Cassy requires a dress to entertain Mr., Monroe, Charles.”
“Any designer in particular Mistress Eros.” The driver Charles replied. “Or should I take you on a circuit.”
“Jiovani’s please Charles.”
Chapter 4.
“Jiovani’s” held a lavish store in the heart of the Garment District. The stores smooth walls were painted in soft grays and lit by hundreds of bulbs casting shadows in every direction (or none at all) as you walked around myriad of dresses for all occasions.
Cassandra had been spoilt as a child, and the store almost felt like a birthday treat…. Almost.
As Gia flick through the dresses looking for one for her prize intern, Cassandra noticed one of stores attendants eyeing her with concern. Cassandra made eye contact for a second, and elementary suggested the attendant had no knowledge of the Society. Cassandra ignored her, not wishing to draw attention, but couldn’t help but feel exposed. An intelligent student of fashion would notice the signs of her nudity under the coat.
“What do you think of these?” Gia said, turning to the patient Cassandra offering a dress at either arm length. The motion was in sync with a sharp look of caution to the store attendant who promptly looked away.
Cassandra blinked. Both were very beautiful dresses that would have complimented her figure and matched Gia’s red dress in opulence. Had Cassandra not noticed the gentle tension in Gia’s lips she would have fallen for the trick. It was a mistake to compete with Gia for glamour in front of Dalton, Cassandra quickly deduced. Both dresses would have empowered her beauty and challenged Gia. Cassandra’s instinct told her she should act as a submissive witness to the pairs affections. An impulse struck her. “What kind of lingerie does Mr. Monroe like?” Cassandra turned her attention to the racks of lace and silk in the far corner of the store. As she turned back she saw Gia’s face lit up in delight.
“A+ Cassy.” She said and returned the dresses to the rack. Her back still turned she said, “Lace; two piece’ crutchless, but tasteful. You have fair skin, white will make you seem angelic; black seductive; and red is the signal you want to punished.” Gia tuned back as if reliving a thousand memories of indulgence at the suggestion of red lingerie.
“Gia is wearing a red dress”, Cassandra thought as she walked to the racks of nightwear, Gia remaining to look at other dresses, the final decision now hers. She knew, in reality that only being eighteen with limited sexual experience with men that she might not be able to prove seductive if tested. That left white and red. Red promised torment, but voluntarily satisfying the couple’s sadism may offer a reward. As she reached for a red bundle of lace her hand began to shake.
“Are you alright Miss?” Came a polite and concerned enquiry from the store attendant, who had magically appeared at Cassandra’s side.
Cassandra startled. “Yes.” She said regaining herself. “It’s very important I choose the right one.” The truth, void of detail in the brief statement allowed Cassandra the freedom to think.
The attendant stepped back, waited on Cassandra’s call, but kept her concerned look.
Cassandra bit her lower lip and selected both a Red and White lingerie to try on. In her mind she knew, if White was the wrong choice, she could change into the Red and allow their appeasement. “May I try these on?”
“Ah, of course” the attendant said with hesitation signaling concern at such a young girl requesting such provocative clothing. Despite her concerns, the attendant still gestured with her right hand to the change rooms at the back of the store.
As Cassandra walked to the rear Gia glided over to the attendant, intercepting her stare of concern and politely asked her name. Cassandra was curious to see Gia interact with a normal person, but feared people seldom fared well from being known by Gia. The change room was walled with mirrors and well lit. Cassandra tried on both pairs of lingerie, and both testified to her skill as a shopper, fitting perfectly. Slipping them off and wrapping the trench coat around her goose bumps covered body she exited to the store front. She was met by the sight of the Attendant leaning back against the wall, Gia’s arm extended boxing her in. For a moment Cassandra though Gia was threatening the attendant, but flirtatious laughter suggested that Gia was seducing her.
Gia turned her attention to Cassandra and gave her a smile of satisfaction. Her vanquished foe giggled again as Gia walked to the counter signaling for Cassandra to follow. Cassandra complied and watched the transaction in a daze, Gia offering a generous tip.
Before they left the attendant spoke up, “So I’ll come by the Hyatt tomorrow after work and I’ll tell you about the styles we’re getting in next month’s.”
Gia tossed her silk hair over her shoulder. “I’ll be waiting.” The sultry look Gia gave made the attendant blush and buzz excited. Cassandra forced a polite, unnoticed smile and they left, the car waiting for them as Charles held the door. As they stepped in Gia took a serious tone. “If anyone notices you like that when you’re with me I need to know immediately.”
Cassandra took her tone as a cautionary warning. “Yes Gia” she offered as compliance. “What are you going to do to her?” As she said it she wished she hadn’t.
If Gia was annoyed she didn’t show it “I’m going to take a couple of days and completely destroy her. Then I’m going to eat her.”
Cassandra dropped her head.
“It’s not your fault Cassandra.” Gia offered to remove Cassandra’s apprehension. “Working there she’s trained to observe the customers. Try to think of it this way, she’s just a girl who went swimming and met a shark.”
Cassandra hid her guilt at the fate of the concerned attendant. “I’m learning not to mind the little things.” She finished submissively, and Gia granted her silence to compose herself.
Chapter 5.
As the doors of the elevator opened on the Penthouse Dalton called out. “You’re back early.”
Gia waited till they were well into the foyer, so she didn’t have to raise her voice, before saying “I told you, Cassy has wit. She learns too fast.” Having sated Dalton’s curiosity Gia turned to Cassandra. “Your room is on the right, next to Dalton’s and mine. Go get changed and entertain him whilst he prepares dinner, I have some business to attend to.” She affectionately cleared the hair from Cassandra’s face, tracing her finger over her cheek. The motion ended with a tap, as it she was clicking a computer mouse.
Cassandra obeyed silently and hastened for the room. She closed the door. As she removed the trench coat she expected Gia to gently open the door. Even shielded by walls of the room Cassandra felt her prying eyes consuming her nude form. Cassandra slipped on the white lingerie and taking a moment closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Despite the constant pressure to please her Mistress through sexual manipulation she knew it was better than the alternative of being dinner. She stared at her face in the mirror until her expression took on one of belonging confidence (a trick she had learned from her politician father). She forced the society smile and held it till it felt natural. Self assured she looked the part she walked out of her bedroom and through the foyer to the kitchen. As she hurried through the room she could hear Gia talking on the phone in the Master bedroom.
Cassandra knocked on the kitchen door gently.
“Enter” Dalton’s voice came back and Cassandra applied a slight pressure to the door.
The kitchen was modern and the rooms light reflected of polished stainless steel and white tiles. Dalton had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and he wore a striped apron. He looked up and smiled over Alicia, who lay belly down on a wooden table between them. Cassandra hid her anxiety at the motionless loser of Daltons and Gia’s little game and presented herself in the room. Dalton looked at her expectantly.
“Yes?” He said enquiring for her business.
Cassandra realized she was staring at Alicia’s helplessness. She quickly looked away at Dalton and reinforced her smile. “Mistress Gia said I should talk with you while you prepare dinner. She has some business to attend to.”
As she finished speaking she saw Dalton shift his attention from Alicia to her figure in the lingerie. He looked her up and down. “You are very appealing Cassandra Blake.” He said as if reminding himself. He paused for a moment longer. “Look here.” Dalton grabbed Alicia’s head and slightly turned it. Alicia was alive, as proven by the gentle rise and fall of her back as she breathed, but she appeared to have lost the ability to move. As he turned her head he exposed five sewing pins sticking out of the back of Alicia’s neck. “You pierce the spinal column between the Atlas and Cervical vertebrae and the swelling of the spinal cord causes paralysis from the neck down. The repertory system still functions and the object of your desire becomes easy to manage and prepare.”
“Ingenious.” Cassandra said in a forced complement.
“Is it?” Dalton turned Alicia’s head again. This time so Cassandra could see her face.
Alicia’s eyes were wide and stared at Cassandra in desperation. The girl was silently crying. She seemed to be trying to speak, no doubt to beg, but couldn’t.
Dalton stared at Cassandra’s reaction, or lack of. There was only a subtle waver in Cassandra’s polite smile. “You’re determined to stay off the dinner table aren’t you Cassandra? Do you have any sympathy for Alicia here?”
“To be honest Dalto…………….” Cassandra paused before saying his name.
“You may call me Dalton.” He said and gestured to Cassandra in friendship.
“To be honest Dalton” she paused. “It was her or me.”
Dalton nodded, conceding the point. He took a bowl filled with some kind of aromic oil and a pastry brush. He dabbed the brush and started painting Alicia with it.
He was basting her.
“You must have a lot of questions your too scared to ask Gia.” Dalton said busy at work.
“Please call me Cassy.” Cassandra said playing another card, the first having been her smile.
Dalton looked up from his work, not at Cassandra, but at her exposed sex in the crotchless lingerie. Then he looked intently into her eyes. He seemed commanding and handsome, despite his role as murderer. Cassandra found it attractive despite the situation. Her chest flushed pink again and it contrast the white lace that accentuated her young body.
“My friends call me Cassy.” She repeated slightly flustered.
Dalton broke into a smile before returning his attention to his work. “I would like to be friends Cassy. I can tell you have made quiet the impression on Gia by the way she championed you. You must have many questions as to your future.” The brush he worked with his hand dabbed at Alicia’s vagina, applying a healthy coating.
Cassandra found her eye drifting down to Alicia’s expression of muted betrayal. “Gia told me wearing red is a signal you wish to be punished in the Society.” It was not the most obvious question, but it was one Cassandra wanted the answer to, and Cassandra hoped he would answer it even though it had not been posed as a question. “But Gia is wearing a red dress.”
“Gia offers herself to me whenever we have a meeting like this. She knows I have no desire to take that liberty, but she always makes herself available for it. Though in many ways she is more influential than me, she has never wanted to forget she belongs to me.”
Cassandra blinked. The thought of someone owning Gia shocked her.
Dalton stopped his preparation of Alicia. He ran his finger over Alicia’s oiled buttock and then stared intently at Alicia. “I think what you want to hear is the story of Gia’s origin.” He gestured for Cassandra to sit on a stool by a bench and waited for her to do so. He watched the delicate showing of Cassandra muscles in her legs, but met her eyes as she perched and waited to hear the story. “Gia was born an identical twin. Breed by my father in a large complex in Saudi Arabia. It’s were the majority of the Societies servants come from. As Gia and her sister grew it became obvious that they were more beautiful than most of the servants of their generation. So beautiful that they were trained to be House Keepers. Gia excelled at her schooling, her twin sister did not.”
Dalton spoke well but he did not have the pompous attitude accompanied by most Society members. Cassandra realized he was speaking a personal story but it was abridged of many details. She listened intently hoping that a piece of information could help her in the future.
“My father saw Gia and her sister as a package deal. Since one was failing, the project had failed. As an alternative he decided that the novelty of them being twins would make a memorable banquette, so he instructed me to place them in the abattoir and care for them until the perfect opportunity for the feast presented itself.” Dalton paused and looked at Cassandra.
Cassandra offered her genuine expression of bafflement.
Dalton seemed to appreciate Cassandra disbelief at her Mistress ever being in a position like her own. “One morning I came to feed and clean Gia and her sister” he paused “as I walked down to their stable I heard cries of distress. I approached the stable where Gia and her sister should have lain shackled to the floor. I found Gia had freed herself and instead of escaping with her sister had taken to torturing her twin with a steel nail she had wormed out of the woodwork. She rose to my approach and offered her sisters suffering a penance.” Out of polite curiosity Dalton asked “has she exposed you to a similar act Cassy?”
“Frequently.” Cassandra said softly, repaying Daltons honestly in kind.
Dalton resumed his task of preparing Alicia, rolling her onto her back. His audience was a captivated captive and he continued his tail.
“I thought it special, and she was (and is) beyond beautiful. So I asked my father if I could keep her as a pet now that her twin was ruined. He agreed believing I would tire of Gia. And that night Gia and I roasted her twin. Gia’s only request that she be the one to eat her sex. We made love many times that night and in the morning as well.” As he spoke he pour some oil onto Alicia’s belly and then spread it around her breast with the brush.
Cassandra found the smell of the herbs appetizing, but the meat had not yet taken on the same appeal to her, despite always having its tender, sweet taste.
“We grew close.” Dalton continued. “And my father became concerned I was developing feelings for her. He told me I was to have her roasted and served for him.” Dalton stepped back and digressed from the main narrative. “You have to understand my father is a very proud man and feared I would develop sentimental feelings for a failed project. Gia was something to be erased in his mind.” The break in narrative over he resumed basting, this times coating Alicia’s firm legs. Alicia staring at him intently as if trying to will his attention. “Gia overheard the command from my father, but I did not have a chance to sentence my lover to the oven. As I looked for her to break the sad news a Servant offer her whereabouts. She had gone immediately to the kitchen and demanded to be cooked.”
Cassandra could tell Dalton was pleased as her mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Hearing this I ran to the kitchen where the delicious aroma told me Gia was in the oven roasting away. But for the first time I could remember the idea of the meat did not fill me with excitement. I felt sad that I was about to lose my lover.” Dalton stood up straight and adopted a bold expression almost (almost) childish for his years. “In an instance I tore open the oven door and grabbed the tray despite the heat.” He held up his hands so Cassandra could see scars covering the palm of his hands. “I pulled her out of the oven and carried her to a table a lot like this one.” Dalton withdrew from the conversation his work on Alicia almost finished.
“Then what happened?” Cassandra asked, forgetting herself.
“Then” Dalton said “my father walked in and found me crying in Gia’s arms. He saw her comforting me with what little strength she had, and knew from my pleas, directed at Gia, for forgiveness that I loved her.” Dalton finished the basting of Alicia, but Cassandra guess from the amount of oil left there would be another coat after she had cooked for a while. “Once she recovered she resumed her training as House Keeper at my father’s disgust. Hoping distance would break our bond my father sent her to the Autumn Estate. Within in a year she had usurped its caretaker and has been amassing influence ever since, the Estate firmly hers now. My father has made many attempts to replace her. Lilianna was educated in sadism for the sole purpose of usurping Gia. But she fell firmly under Gia’s control.”
Cassandra gave herself a moment of reflection at the story. She realized that Dalton was waiting for something. Scanning the room she noticed Dalton was looking at a pile of thick twine beside her. Believing that Dalton wished to see obedience she grabbed it and carried it towards him.
Dalton nodded and took the twine, unwinding it. “The question you should have asked is; what does Gia want with me?”
Cassandra flushed again, this time white. Her mouth stuttered, not sure if she should ask.
Dalton began winding the twine around Alicia’s ankles. It was obvious he was going to remove her paralysis so she would feel herself roast. As he finished and moved onto her wrists he smiled and looked up at Cassandra. “Too late to ask now. Perhaps another time.” His victim secured he tilted her head and removed the pins. Like a fireman carrying an unconscious body he lifted her up and placed her in a large tray.
The swelling of her spinal cord obvious began to subside as Cassandra could see Alicia begin twitching.
“Let's see what she has to say.” Dalton said, obviously from experience timing his comment to the moment Alicia found her voice.
Alicia groaned and gasped before saying “Why. Dalton please why.” The tears came fresh and she stared desperately at Dalton.
Coldly Dalton looked up at Cassandra. “One of the first things you’ll notice about the Society is that the meat seldom says anything original.” Unceremoniously Dalton opened the oven door and lifted the tray into it. Ignoring Alicia’s pleas he closed the door and her distress turned to panic and pain.
Dalton did not hesitate for a second, but immediately started to clean the table Alicia had lain on. “Right” he said, “Since you’re here you can help.”
Cassandra rose from her perch position ready to work.
“Lay on the table please.” Dalton said.
Cassandra froze momentarily. If Dalton could so quickly turn on Alicia after six months together what chance did she have?
Dalton grinned at her hesitation. “There’s no room in the oven for you Cassy. Lay on the table please.”
Cassandra stepped forward hesitantly and slowly climbed up till she lay right where Alicia had. She could feel the remnants of Alicia’s warm body against her back. She pierced her lips and eyed Dalton cautiously.
“Alicia needs all her strength to survive the roasting. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind giving me some of your blood to make gravy.” He produced a needle and some tubing.
The needle was stainless steel and glass and obviously kept for this very purpose. Cassandra knew there was no answer other than yes. Fear made her say “Need you ask.” And she eyed him with suspicion.
Dalton stopped grinning. “Cassy I’m not going to hurt you.” As Cassandra tried to look intimidating to discourage him Dalton laughed. “Oh Cassy you’re too much.”
As grabbed her ankle and pulled her legs apart, Cassandra realize he was going to try to find her femoral artery. She gasped nervously, but also slightly excited by the commanding man stroking her in thigh so close to her naked sex. The weird excitement continued as the sharp prick of the needle broke through her soft white skin. She gasped and looked at Dalton.
Dalton was positioning the tube into a saucepan. He released the valve and crimson blood flowed through the apparatus. Once the trickle had started he looked at Cassandra. “Do you know what I see at this very moment Cassandra?”
Cassandra bottom lip shook in response. She did not take her eyes of Dalton’s as he leaned in and gentle placed his index finger between the lips of her labia.
Dalton worked the finger up and down as Cassandra held her breath. “I see a very smart and pretty girl whose equal parts afraid and excited.”
As Dalton removed his finger Cassandra looked at it. Its tip was shiny with her vaginal fluid. Cassandra would have blushed save the blood flowing out of her inner thigh. Dalton beamed a huge smile and closed the valve on the needle.
“That should be enough. Thank you very much Cassy.” He pulled the needle out. In the brief time of the transfusion the saucepan had been adequately filled.
Cassandra tried to get up, but felt light head. Dalton seeing her vulnerability placed the saucepan down and came to her side to help her to her feet.
“I think you should have a lie down before dinner. If Gia protests tell her I insisted.”
Cassandra took shuffling steps trying to keep her balance. As she reached the door of the kitchen she turned. “Thank you Dalton. And thank you for your story.”
“My pleasure Cassy. I’ll see you at dinner.”
Chapter 6.
Cassandra awoke to gentle knocking on her door. She sat up, her peaceful moment drained by Gia’s voice.
“Cassy. Dinner will be served in five minutes.” Her voice was polite and friendly.
Cassandra shut her eyes to remove her feeling of fatigue. “Thank you Gia” she replied to prevent her entering the room.
She lay on her bed, still in the lingerie. Realizing her imminent duty to entertain she rose, still a little light headed, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her slumber had mangled her hair and she quickly brushed it. Once she had straightened it she repeated the process of earlier in the day, staring into the mirror to her face had a natural expression of graceful ease. Slowly she walked to the door and opened it.
The smell met her instantly. Alicia lay on a platter in the centre of the dining table, steaming a succulent smell. Her body glistens from the glazing and her soft whimpers could be heard over Dalton and Gia’s fluid conversation.
As Cassandra closed her bedroom door they heard the click of the latch and both turned smiling at her. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” She said addressing the couple who sat either end of the long table. A spare seat was positioned in the middle of the table’s side for Cassandra.
“Of course not dear.” Gia said and gestured to the chair. “We were just discussing your future.”
Cassandra politely accepted the seat and sat directly in front of the dying Alicia. Her head was tilted to the side and she had the same look of desperation Cassandra had come to custom with at the Autumn Estate. She knew she was too damaged to survive, but also not yet about to die. Cassandra wondered how many time Alicia had dined with Dalton over the six months they were together. She suspect Alicia knew only too well what would come next.
“Gia and I feel we should further direct your education.” Dalton said interjecting Cassandra’s thought. “Some subjects we feel positive you should study, whilst others you will be free to choose yourself.”
Cassandra collected her thoughts. “That’s very generous of you both.” She said politely, and then submissively said “Which University should I attend. The surrender of her future intended to lengthen her life span.
“Dalton has some friends at Harvard.” Gia said.
“Harvard?” Cassandra questioned, and then realized it was a mistake. She looked down and placed her hands in her laps as a sign of her apology at questioning.
Gia smiled at her gesture contrition. “Yes. I know a University like Brown would be more suited to a young lady of your intelligence and breeding, but we have plans for you that involve Harvard.”
“It’s very kind of you to have given me such thought.” Cassandra said. A University degree meant the chance of a long term plan that would see her freed from a fate like Alicia’s. Cassandra knew it was at the very least a good sign. She decided to offer Gia something in return “Shall we eat” she said.
Both Gia and Dalton became animated at her signal. Gia unfolded a napkin over her dress and Dalton rose and walked towards Alicia. The steaming strumpet’s whimpering turned to moans of panic as Daltons gripped a carving fork and knife. As Dalton perched over Alicia he said “Gia?” enquiring what cut she would prefer.
“Need you ask?” Gia replied, and Dalton slowly pressed the blade against Alicia’s flat belly just above her sex.
The distress of the scene as Alicia turned her head from side to side and moaned in misery was testament to Dalton skill at cooking. Like the other times there was a flood of juices from the wound as he expertly carved around her vagina producing Gia favorite cut. He balanced the removed flesh on the blade of the knife and transported it to Gia’s plate. Returning to the centre of the table her looked expectantly at Cassandra.
“What would you recommend?” Cassandra said without delay. It was what she thought Dalton wanted to hear. She was right.
Without delay Dalton punctured Alicia’s shallow left breast and carved from her midriff to shoulder. The blade was so sharp he didn’t have to apply any visible pressure. The pancake like meat was delivered to her plate. As if to prove it was the best cut he immediately removed the second breast for himself as Alicia’s breathing became labored with the shock of the damage.
Before sitting Dalton picked up and silver gravy boat and poured a healthy serve of Gia, Cassandra’s and his own meal. Cassandra looked at the gravy but fought back her unease at its origin. She hesitated in eating only to let Gia taste first and then ate with polite haste.
She had correctly assumed she should not speak at dinner, but instead listened to Dalton and Gia discuss a racehorse and the stock market. It was simple conversation that struck a contrast as Cassandra watched Alicia die before they had finished their meal.
Gia wiped her lips with her napkin and stood. Dalton imitated her. Gia turned to Cassandra and said “Dalton and I are going to retire for the evening. Feel free to watch TV or listen to Music. We will see you in the morning.” She extended her hand and Dalton stepped to take it. Hand in hand the pair walked to the Master bedroom and closed the door.
Chapter 7.
The phone rang beside Cassandra’s bed. The same sensation of being summoned at the estate struck her and she picked it up quickly fearing punishment.
“Yes.” She said expecting instruction.
“Good morning Cassy.” Dalton’s voice came at the other end. “Come into the Master bedroom I want to show you something.” He hung up the phone without pause.
Cassandra quickly rose and took a dressing gown from the closet. She wrapped it around herself and walked into the main room of the penthouse towards the Master bedroom. The main room had been stripped of the table settings and its contents during the night. Cassandra briefly wondered who amongst the hotel staff were aware of the Society.
As she reached the master bedroom she gently knocked on the door.
“Enter” came Dalton’s voice as he spoke softly.
Cassandra peaked her head through the door and saw both Gia and Dalton lying naked on the huge bed. Dalton lay on his back and Gia seemed to be draped around him, an arm and her beautiful leg crossing his body. She was asleep.
“Come in” Dalton urged and Cassandra gently stepped towards the bed her eye widened in bewilderment.
Gia had an expression of peace on her face. Relaxed from its appearance of standing she seemed like a sleeping beauty. Tranquil and at peace with the world.
“How would you describe your Mistress having seen her as she is now?”
Cassandra tried hard to find the words. “She’s even more untouchable at ease.” She finally said. The situation was an oxymoron; at a moment of vulnerability Gia true beauty came out.
“Because I like you Cassy, I’m going to tell you; if you wish to be free again, you must put Gia at ease.” He looked at her sternly. “Eventually she will tire of your act, no matter how clever it is.”
Cassandra was shaken at the thought that her stretch for survival was view as an act. For the immediate time it was acceptable, but she would have to somehow make life in the Internship what she really wanted, rather than a series of trails to survive.
She immediately took the first step. “Thank you Dalton. I will meditate hard upon your advice.” She said it with sincerity and Dalton smiled like a proud parent. Cassandra knew she had made a valuable friend somehow.
As if on cue Gia stirred awake. As with everything she did so gracefully. Immediately she asked. “Why is Cassy here? You’re not having her breakfast.” It was said in flirtation, but had the impact of an order.
“Oh come one.” Dalton said teasingly. “I let you eat Alicia.”
“Alicia was a little nymph. Cassy is going to be so much more.” As she said it she rolled onto Dalton, spreading her legs either side of him so she knelt above him.
Cassandra realized the two were about to make love (because she now saw it was love) again, and started backing out the door.
As she stepped out Gia called “You didn’t look at his penis Cassy.” From Cassandra view she saw Gia rise up and then lower herself with a sigh, clearing burying that very thing inside her. “Treat all my friends with the same respect Cassy.”
As they both started to breath heavily Cassandra closed the door behind her and softly said “Yes Mistress.”
Epilogue.
Despite his joke about breakfast Dalton left shortly after Gia emerged from the bedroom. Cassandra and her Mistress ate breakfast in silence, and it gave Cassandra time to think about genuinely becoming a member of the Society and saving herself. Despite Dalton making it sound easy Cassandra suspected she would have to make Gia love her.
Having finished the innocent meal Gia asked Cassandra, “Is there anything you’d like done back at the estate?”
Cassandra, not knowing what to say was honest, “In regards to what specifically.”
“Lilianna of course. If you don’t give her some orders she will forget you own her.”
“Oh.” Cassandra thought for a moment. Realistically she had no desire to make Lilianna do anything. Punishing or humiliating her would make her more of an enemy, and generosity would be wasted on a sadist. Cassandra thought of Anetta who had helped her navigate the Estate and its staff. “Please ask her to lighten the Maid Anetta duties and give her some leisure time.”
“Anetta does not understand leisure; she will most likely sit in a corner and watch the servants work.” Gia took a sip from her coffee and walked to a purse on a stand by the window. As she returned she produced a business card and hand it to the seat Cassy. “This is my number. I want you to call me when you arrive in Cambridge for the semester, and when you’ve decided what leisure time your little friend should have. On the back is the address of the House you will be yours for the duration of your time at Harvard. The time before semester starts is yours to do with as you please. Go back to Mexico if you like.”
Cassandra silently accepted the card.
Gia reached into her purse and pulled a platinum silver credit card. “You may use this to purchase whatever you need. I suggest going shopping before you leave New York.”
“Thank you Mistress I will do that.” Cassandra looked up at the woman who was both her guardian and tormentor. “I do want to make you happy Gia.” Cassandra was telling the truth, even if her words came from her incentive to stay off the dinner table; she sounded sincere.
The motive behind the words did not escape Gia’s notice. “We’ll see Cassy” she said, but smiled with a trace of affection.
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