The White Glove Society

The White Glove Society 8:  Autumn.

By ninja5

Part 1. Homecoming

Chapter 1.  The introduction.

Cassandra didn’t remember the monotonous awakenings from before she met Gia.  It used to be she would awake to an alarm clock; hit the snooze button and then finally drag herself out of bed and shower.  Once she had been claimed by Gia she awoke to a days that involved erotic puzzles; acts of torture or murder; or the decadence of adolescent boy’s fantasies.

This morning Cassandra awoke…. Horny; and her hands were tied with velvet ropes to the bed posts.  She pondered if she should be surprised; she was past the point of being concerned about such things.  It was obviously a precaution, no doubt, to prevent her from rubbing her begging cliterous to a blister.  She sighed and the daze of sleep cleared.  She was not surprised that she was not alone.  Usually she awoke to Anetta’s smiling face with a tray of breakfast dutifully and lovingly made to please her.  The Maid who stood before carried a tray but was not Anetta.  Cassandra saw a solution to her problem of wanting to touch herself.

“You’re going to have to untie me if I’m going to be able to eat breakfast.”  Cassandra said.

The Maid, similar in build to Anetta moved forward, but was halted in her tracks.

“Don’t untie her.” Came a voice Cassandra had not heard before.

Cassandra immediately deduced she had authority over the Maid, but she did not know the woman in the white dress who stood by her window watching over her.  Cassandra looked her over.  She was tall and slender; she had a beautiful figure matched by her face half covered by wavy dirty blond hair.  As she studied her there was a twitched on her left cheek; a nervous tick.  “I’m sorry, I don’t know you, but I really would like to be untied if you don’t mind.”  Cassandra was polite through a distinct trust that she would come to no harm at Gia’s Estate.

The Maid looked troubled as if she didn’t know whose instructions to follow.

“Cassandra.”  The woman in the white dress said, clearly knowing her.  “This is Giselle, the Maid you requested from Gia.  She will deal with your…… itch, but only after you’ve eaten breakfast.”

Cassandra usually able to deal with things with a little more grace raised her voice.  “How am I going to eat breakfast with my hands tied?  I honestly think you should just untie me.”

“And then you’ll what; play with yourself in front of us.”  The woman said making her case.  The woman in the White dress stopped leaning against wall and walked towards Cassandra as she lay helpless on the bed.  “Very well.  A compromise.”  She looked to the tiny Maid.  “Giselle; under the covers.”

The little Maid promptly put the tray of food on the night stand and lifted the side cover of Cassandra’s bed, her petite frame crawling under.  Moments later Cassandra sighed in relief and relaxed back into bed.  Despite having slept for almost eighteen hours she was still exhausted.  She closed her eyes to relax, as the little Maid went to the work she was famous for saw Cassandra’s relaxation suddenly shifted.  Her eyes which briefly closed in rest suddenly rolled back in her head.  Giselle was masterful at her art.  Cassandra began breathing heavy.

“I had hoped to introduce myself whilst you ate, but I suppose this will have to do.”  The Woman cleared a lock of hair from the front of Cassandra’s face to get a better look at her up close.  It was an act of intimacy, though the two were not familiar.   “My name is Kimberly.  I’m sought of your sister in a sense.”

“What?!”  Cassandra managed to say through jolts of pleasure.  Giselle was very good.

“I was… adopted by Gia like you, a few years ago, and went through a similar process you’re going through.  Though I was never stung by the Insatiabilis wasp.”  Kimberly had obviously been informed on Cassandra’s recent adventure with Geppetto.  “I have my own life now, but Gia and the Estate are still very important parts of my life.”

Cassandra even under pleasurable dourest felt strange introducing herself, but through her pants and sighs of excitement proceeded.  She needn’t have been embarrassesed; Kimberly seemed to be enjoying her trails.  “I’m sure Gia means us to be close.  When I can think, can we meet properly?”  Cassandra’s head pushed back into the pillow as Giselle got her rhythm just right.

“There are some things you should know.”  Kimberly was obviously waiting to give Cassandra news that could not be transcribed through a servant.  “Gia is acting against those she suspects are party to the attempted coup.  You will have duties to perform at the Estate as a result to free up Gia’s time.”  Kimberly seemed to have stated her business, and then in afterthought.  “Dalton rang.  It seems a young girl he had breed by design has been born.  Apparently you are to be told as you will play some role in her upbringing.”

Cassandra remembered the painting in Dalton’s Manor, the beautiful ebony girl he had been inspired to design and whom he wanted to have the qualities he liked in Cassandra.  “Than….. Thank you for telling….. Telling me.”  Cassandra tried to articulate as Giselle drew her closer to climax.

Kimberly giggled and started for the door.  “Giselle will untie you when you’re done.  I’ll be in the office with Gia discussing affairs all morning.”  She opened the door to exit Cassandra’s room.  “Come when you have leave.”

Chapter 2.  House Keeping.

Cassandra had been untied to her room surrounded by parcels of belongings from her house near Harvard, and new gifted belongings for the coming Autumn.  She felt the tingle in her clit as she rose.  Her lips were moist, but the urge to pleasure herself has subsided.  A note lay by her bed on the night stand from Gia.

Cassandra,

       I have preparations to make so could not be there for your awakening.  If you require servicing Lilianna will make arrangements.  Giselle will shadow Anetta for induction on serving you.  The two seem to share an affection.  Get comfortable and then seek me out.

Love Gia.

Anetta had obviously taken her leave with Giselle.  She’d likely gone to the library and had taken Giselle in tow, officially to introduce her to leisure time, but Cassandra suspected the repressed affection of her little Maid would give a new meaning to the term “leisure time” and she had to admit, Giselle was remarkable at what she did.

Lilianna knocked on the open door as Cassandra rose to unpacked.  Cassandra had taken note of the unconventional attire for a House Keeper when she wore.  The black satin brazier was visible under the cotton dress more suited to an Ibiza nightclub or rave than the Estate.  The dress was loose fitting around her waist but her breasts were prominent and perfect.  The hem line was high but did not cling to her hips.  Cassandra gave a brief thought to directing her wardrobe, but her instincts told her Lilianna’s subdued drive for independence should not be toyed with.

“Enter.” Cassandra issued and the House Keeper glided into the room shutting the door behind her.  The confidences of her steps seemed to have a hic-up, but her poise was every bit that of her Station.

“You should let your Maids do that.” She said referring to the manual labor of Cassandra unpacking, and also to the fact that Giselle was now also her servant.

“I like them to have some liberties Lilianna.”  Cassandra replied politely.  Lilianna was usually strictly business and she wondered if the House Keeper was concerned about jealousy amongst the other Maids so close to the Harvest.  Knowing that in two days time the Maids would be selected by quests for terrible deaths should mean that there would be no long term affect on discipline.

“They have locked themselves in the library so I could not enter.” Lilianna said, but there was no sign of annoyance in her voice.  Again Cassandra was confused, if her Maids making love in the library was not the issue then Lilianna’s business was almost inefficiently being held back.

“You’re Pet Kaley” Lilianna followed, giving a title to Kaley’s position in the House, “is still being kept in the breeding stables.  I assume you want her on hand for indulgences.  Have you given consideration to how she will be restrained until she has been tamed?”

“I don’t have much experience with such things. Lilianna.”  Cassandra said.  It was obvious that this was also not the issue Lilianna had come to see her about either.  The presence of her voice had changed, she was not forceful and omnipresent like usual.  The traces of resentment present at a mere intern being her Mistress were absent.  Something was on Lilianna’s mind.  Cassandra decided to play along.  “What do you suggest?”

“Shackles can be attached to your bed.  A cross like Mistress Gia has can be moved in.  A chain and collar to a secure point, or even a small padded cage can all easily be arranged almost immediately.  More intricate suggestions like suspension from the ceiling will take time, but your imagination is the limit Mistress.”  Lilianna finished the options and smiled, trying to conceal her uncharacteristic nervousness.  She still was hesitant to state her business and Cassandra suspected it may have something to do with the threat to overthrow Gia.  None of this business already discussed justified Lilianna having closed the door for privacy.

“Lilianna do you credit me with perceptive skills?” Cassandra questioned.  If the unstated business was about the threat to Gia, Cassandra would cut to the chase.

Lilianna hid her panic very well.  Only the slight tensing of her neck muscles gave her away.  “I…. I’m…” Lilianna seemed at a loss for words.  Her body language shifted.  The posture and confidence that had been held until know had naturally reverted back to childhood insecurity.  Slowly Lilianna pulled up her loose fitting dress, past her shaved privates until her belly was exposed.  A small bulge was present and Cassandra realized instantly that Lilianna was in the early stages of pregnancy.

Cassandra immediately understood.  Lilianna would be striped of her position and placed in the stables until the baby was born.  The baby would be taken by the Society to be raised and Lilianna’s fate after that would be at the discretion of the dinner guests, or at the whim of Gia’s breeding program.  Lilianna knew that Gia would be strict in this instance; she was coming to Cassandra out of hope of compassion.

Cassandra, quick in gaining position selected her tact and politely state her terms.  “If I help you Lilianna, you’re going to have to shift you’re view of me.”

“I will.” Lilianna agreed eagerly and with a sincerity that indicated thought on the matter.  Cassandra’s offer of assistance being the thing Lilianna desired.

“I mean it.  I will no longer be something you are ashamed to belong to.  You will accept the grace of my compassion.”

Lilianna dropped her dress so it hung naturally.  To her credit she had selected a wardrobe that hid her condition perfectly.  “You will have my loyalty and gratitude.”  Lilianna dipped her head, the confidence of her position returning.

“Gia has external stresses.  Hearing of this would result in her expediting the situation.  Keep your secret; when the time is right I will speak to Gia and plead for you to retain your position.

Lilianna quaked as if the point she intended had not been made.

Cassandra realized that Lilianna was not only concerned for her safety, but for that of her child.  In her experience with House Keepers as autocratic dictators of Society doctrine, it had not occurred to her that their sadist nature could be overpowered by anything, not even maternal instinct.  Cassandra had misread the situation; Lilianna was concerned for the child.

“Most of us are cattle.  Less than a handful make it old age.” Lilianna was pleading again.

Cassandra remembered the child Dalton had spoke of; the one he dreamed from a painting, inspired by Cassandra herself and how it would be raised for a special purpose.  She knew there was a chance she could make the same argument to Gia and express a desire to design Lilianna’s child.  To the point, it aided in the argument she would lay forward.  “I will make a case to have the child raised outside of Saudi Arabia.  I need to find a propose for the child.”

Lilianna was sated by hope, and her promise of loyalty seemed to be braced, for the moment at least.

“Dalton Monroe has had a child conceived to emulate my company within the Society.  I will argue that the girl requires a loyal friend raised of a similar mind.  That should grant your child a reprieve from a guided upbringing and place it above servantile status; hopefully.”  Cassandra was resourceful in plan at least.  The execution of the idea was a different matter.  Gia would see the request as a favor.  Maybe it would be granted from affection; maybe payment would be required.

“Thank you Mistress.  You are smarter than I credited you.”  Honesty to Cassandra was Lilianna’s greatest thanks.  “Is there any way I may be of assistance.”  Lilianna said resuming her role.

“No Lilianna, please tend to the Estates running.”  Cassandra paused from her unpacking.  The libido she had been infected with tingled slightly.  She was just getting used to it, but already she knew it would only increase.  As Lilianna opened the doors to leave her to finish unpacking Cassandra turned and said, “Wait, Lilianna.  Have Kaley bought to my room and shackled to the bed.” 

Our body’s chemistry dictates our behavior more than we know and Cassandra’s hesitation at the Societies indulges had been lifted slightly by a dramatically increased hunger for sex.  The knowledge she was arranging to indecently assault an abducted woman, didn’t seem to concern her like it should.  Geppetto’s words ran through her mind, “Soon you will realize this is a gift for your Station.”

Chapter 3.  Accepting no right of Consent.

Cassandra had only half unpacked as Lilianna led the parade back into Cassandra’s room.  Lilianna was followed by the guard servant Tomas, the man who had shielded Cassandra from the hungry Russian when she had first gotten in trouble at the Estate almost a year ago.  Cassandra would have smiled at him, still grateful he protected her, but she was troubled by his face, all business as he used intimidation to drag along a beautiful blond woman, clean but with matted hair she had obviously just been showered and dried.  Kaley Morris walked fearfully, on a collared leash held by Tomas into Cassandra’s room.  Her eyes lit up with surprised terror at seeing Cassandra who wore only a silk kimono.  As Kaley’s mouth dropped in both understanding and horror Cassandra calmly said, “Hello Miss Kaley Morris.  Get on the bed please.”

“Cassandra, just please tell me…” Kaley began to plea.  Tomas tugged on the leash.  A whimpering cry silenced Kaley

Cassandra knew this was a ritual.  It was three versus one and she was in charge of the trio working to dominate the helpless ballet teacher.  “What’s going on?” Cassandra said finishing her sentence, “What’s going on is that you need to get on the bed.”  Cassandra had shared Gia’s company long enough to know how to play the dominatrix.  Internally it is not how she wanted the encounter to play out.  She sought to visit Kaley in her holding cell in the breeding stables and through dialogue subdue her.  But perhaps Gia’s way, practiced and perfected was best, and her new found libido had expedited the process.  Once Kaley knew she was Cassandra’s now, Cassandra could play it any way she saw fit.

“I just want to go home.” Kaley pleaded.  Her beautiful body, always the embodiment of grace had a defeat curl to it.  She tried to shield her privates, knowing they where the prize of her forced nudity.

Cassandra turned to Lilianna.  “Has she been harmed in any way?”  She asked to make it clear to Kaley that Cassandra was in charge.

“She has not been damaged, but we did water board her on her arrival to calm her fighting spirit.”  Lilianna spoke with full servantile grace, as if Kaley’s torture had been a mundane task like sweeping the floor.  “And she has seen Rosalita, and it has been made clear things can get much worse if she is not obedient.”

“I don’t want you to have to do anything more serious.”  Cassandra said, mock traces of concern in her voice.

Kaley cried out in fear and tried to slink away.  Tomas yanked on the chain bringing the cowering woman back to attention.

“Would you get on the bed please Miss Morris?”  Cassandra asked civilly to her pet.

This time, with hesitation, Kaley started a slow fearful walk to the double bed.  Tomas followed as the leash required it.

“Lay in the centre.”  Cassandra said, as if the whole matter was taking too long, and Kaley compiled a stutter in her movements, acquiescence to urgency indicating fear of punishment.  She lay with one hand across her breast, the other over her sex.

Lilianna stepped in with shackles and fastened one to the nearest bedpost.  Kaley out of reflex cowered away.  Lilianna with her free hand grabbed her face turned turned it so she looked her dead in the eye.  “You are better off with Mistress Cassandra, than with me.”  Her tone was unmistakable and Cassandra realized despite the act the trio play, Lilianna was the true master dominatrix.  Kaley surrendered resistance and Lilianna fastened her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.  The House Keeper admired her work, tested the tightness of the ropes, and then dutifully turned to Cassandra.  She removed the leash, but left the collar. “Good day Mistress” she said and with a glance to Tomas left the room.

As they left Cassandra saw Tomas shoot Lilianna a quizative look that suggested he required an explanation on her sudden diligence in her servitude to Cassandra……. Or an update.  Cassandra had a pretty good idea of who had been responsible for Lilianna’s pregnancy.

“Well Miss Kaley Morris” she said turning to her helpless pet.  “What am I going to do to you?”

“Cassandra…. Cassandra I don’t know….” Kaley saw Cassandra as someone she could plea with.

Cassandra took a moment and examined her captive.  The months of watching and lusting after her ballet teacher came down to this.  When she was unconscious, captive in her basement she feared getting caught; but here, she was in a fortress of slaves and Masters.  She would be held in suspicion if she didn’t take every indulgence imaginable from this exquisite hostage.  Kaley saw the look in Cassandra eyes and gave up pleading.  Her face scrunched up and she started weeping.  She was not a hard woman outside the studio.  Kaley was a sensualist and student of the arts who aspired for greatness in her dance.

“I want you to get used to your new station in life Miss Morris.”  Cassandra undid the silk kimono revealing her naked body.  “You can earn liberties by complying” she crawled onto the bed and prowled up so her body was alongside the helpless Kaley’s.  “And punishments for poor attitude.”  Cassandra finally did what she had dreamed of.  She leant over Kaley and kissed her quivering belly; once; twice; and on the third time, bit it gently.

Kaley cried out in humiliation and fear.  She thought sex was the peril.  She knew nothing of the desire Cassandra had to cannibalize her new pet.

“We’ll take it slow.”  Cassandra kissed her belly again, and again; moving up towards her breasts.  She licked one nipple, it stiffened despite the lack of consent and Cassandra smiled, realizing she could use Kaley’s body against her.  Cassandra was face to face with Kaley now.  Cassandra at peace with her lust, secured by her station; and Kaley fearful and captivity.  She was a beautiful damsel in distress.  Cassandra kissed Kaley’s eye and tasted her tears.  The urge to get off was Cassandra’s ultimate concern, but she knew she couldn’t just rape Kaley.  “We’ll lye here for a while” and Cassandra snuggled into the warmth of Kaley’s fever of fear.  “Don’t speak, and nothing will happen.”

This was a test for Cassandra in two ways.  If she could resist the desire to get off then she could get control over her new urges with the thing she lusted after most; and if she could refrain from abusing Kaley, she could achieve what she wanted form her.  Admiration.

Cassandra didn’t nap.  She lay in a tantric state enjoying the warmth and slow panicked breaths of Kaley Morris.  After about an hour gently resisting the urge to touch herself she felt as if she had it under control.  She opened her eyes.  Kaley had been staring at her and immediately looked away knowing any attention would be bad.  Cassandra rolled on top of Kaley and mounted her.  A shiny line of her vaginal fluids remained where Cassandra had lain on Kaley’s leg.  Cassandra took a deep breath to counteract the urges she felt at seeing Kaley who lay still in apprehension.

“I have to figure out how to train you.”  Cassandra said openly.  “I want more from our relationship than just a hot water bottle.”  Cassandra rose, and as she did so run her fingers down Kaley chest and belly.  “So perfect” she said thinking of her pet and rose, walking naked to the shower.

After cleaning herself Cassandra dressed into a blue summer dress, one that had been left in her room as a gift.  Without Anetta on hand she just pulled her hair into a ponytail and decided to not put on makeup.  She was young a beautiful, natural could be easily pulled off.  On the way to find Gia, Cassandra walked past the library.  She tried the door and it was now unlocked.  Anetta sat in her chair; and it had becomes hers as she sat there so frequently, and Giselle sat on the floor at her side.  Cassandra hadn’t notice, Anetta being isolated from the other Maids, but she now had an air about her that gave her a natural station above her counterparts.  Cassandra knocked on the open door as she had been undetected when she’d opened it.

Anetta looked up and smiled.  She immediately placed the book down and rose.  Giselle parroting her stance to attention.  “There are still some things that need to be unpacked in my room.  Please see to them.”

“Yes Mistress.” Anetta answered.

“And please don’t speak to the woman on the bed.  Just ignore her, but call Lilianna if she gets out of hand.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Cassandra started to leave the library but a final thought occurred to her.  “Please play your affections out with each other in your quarters.”  Cassandra said in an effort to prevent the Maids from taking siege of the library for intimate acts.  “I’ll arrange to have Giselle’s effect bought to your new room.

The Maids eyes lit up in surprise.  It was unheard of, but two junior servants were being given there own quarters.

Cassandra smiled as she left them to their excitement.  And walked down the hall.  Not by accident, for Cassandra knew there were no accidents with Lilianna, she bumped into the House Keeper.  “Taken care of your needs.”  Lilianna asked politely.

“More; gain some control over them.”  Cassandra replied honestly.  If she was to champion Lilianna in her problem she wanted a clean slate with the House Keeper and honesty was a part of that.  “How do I train her Lilianna?”

Lilianna was direct.  “Torture until surrender and dependence then reward for correct behavior, or…”

Cassandra did not like the idea of hurting Kaley personally; she wanted an affection brought about by mercy without force. “…Or?”

“I think you call it good mistress / bad mistress.”  Lilianna smiled.  “I punish her daily; starve her; deprived her of relief from basic functions like expelling waste; cleanliness; and rest.”  She dipped her head as a signs he was stating the obvious; not wanting to insult Cassandra intelligence a new paradigm in her interactions with her.  “You offer treatment; rest; release; hygiene and sleep.  She will see you as her benefactor.  It will help if you are stern with me when you takeover, as if I am not doing as you please, but what is necessary.  If the process is repeated, over time it will tame her.”

“I like that plan.”

Lilianna nodded.  “The first sessions must be intense to breakdown her faculties.  I will begin immediately.  Come collect her in two days.”

“As you see fit Lilianna.” Cassandra was hesitant realizing Lilianna was masterful at torture, but the sooner Kaley was an obedient pet the better.  She had demonstrated control to herself, but it was a burden to exercise.

As Lilianna turned to go about her business from the anything but chance encounter she said, “Mistress Eros is waiting in her office with her associates.”

“Thank you.”  Cassandra said and head to Gia’s office.

Chapter 4.  Further Introductions and Plans.

As Cassandra approached the offices double open doors she could hear the Woman she’d met earlier, Kimberly, speaking to Gia in a manner not often heard; as an equal.

“I’m just saying why did I only just find out you’d taken another intern?”  Kimberly asked.  There was no malice in her voice; she was just concerned at being out of the loop.

“She didn’t know about you either Kimberly.” Gia answered, and from her tone Cassandra she could tell Gia was multi-tasking.  Cassandra wondered why Kimberly didn’t bight her tongue like she did when Gia was busy with other matters.  Gia resolved problems instantly; it was rare the urgency of something, let alone an explanation of her action, couldn’t wait.

“So why were we both kept in the dark?”  Kimberly was insistent.

“Because I hadn’t decided if I was going to eat one of you; and if so, which one.”  Straight to the point, Gia was busy.

Cassandra waited by the side of the door not wanting to further complicate matters.  It was futile.  Cassandra didn’t know Gia had a security camera outside her office so she could see those approaching.

“You can come in Cassy.  Kimberly’s not going to shut-up.” Gia called through the open doors.

Cassandra walked in and smiled.  Gia sat behind her desk in a black dress; Kimberly seemed to like posing and leant against the office window in her white dress.  Cassandra had deliberately selected the blue dress to be different from Kimberly.  “Mistress.” Cassandra said as if reporting for duty.

“I’m just collating guest preferences for the Maids for the Harvest this weekend.” Gia said.  Cassandra had almost forgot the Estate was opening and select guests were coming to exterminate the generation of Maids who currently scurried about the house cleaning and maintain Lilianna’s order of things.

“Was Anetta on the list?”  Cassandra asked.

“No.  I took her off when I sent her to you in America, though Giselle was first choice for a gentleman who has a preference to skin people alive before stripping their flesh.”  Gia looked up.  “He’ll have to settle for his second preference. You did her a big favor; she owes you so don’t allow any slackness from her.”

“No Mistress.”  Cassandra said trying not to think about the liberties Giselle had already been given.

“You never gave me a Maid.” Kimberly said and looked out the window.

“You never used one correctly.” Gia rebutted.  “You three should meet properly.”

“Three!”  Cassandra was shocked.  She suddenly looked around and sitting silently, completely undetected was a tall strong Japanese man.  He looked formidable.

Cassandra” Gia said rising and walking around her desk, “This is your sister Kimberly.”

Cassandra smiled “We met briefly under strange circumstances.”

Kimberly relaxed in posture and attitude.  “It is nice to meet you when you have your whit’s Cassandra.”

“And this” Gia gestured to the sitting Japanese man who rose as announced “Is Komatsu Takeshi.  He is Kimberly’s husband, and her marriage to him is her liberty from me.  Kimberly is here of her choice and at my request.”

Cassandra was not a student of Japanese culture but she did her best to bow.  Komatsu responded a stern look on his face.  She guessed he was not the warm type.

“Komatsu will be on hand to deal with any threats; I’ll need your help stopping Lilianna from seeing his presence as a challenge of authority.”  And presence was an understatement.  Komatsu wore a dark grey suit, but it was obvious his body was a weapon.  With a natural power in his grace Lilianna might see it as a challenge to her position.

“I will speak with her.”  Cassandra said and bowed again to Komatsu.

Gia moved back behind the desk.  “So.  People wish to see me removed from my position.  I will weed them out; Komatsu will deal with those I can’t; and Cassandra and Kimberly, you will see to the Estates affairs whilst I am preoccupied.”  Gia double checked her list of divvying up the Maids.  “Understood.”

“Yes Mistress.” Kimberly and Cassandra both said at the same time.  They shot a glance at each other and it was obvious, both were Gia’s prodigy.  Komatsu was silent and vigil.

“Kimberly, Komatsu I want you to go about getting settled.  And Kimberly, Cassandra picked out a present for you and Komatsu.  I’m sure you’ll find her selection intuitive into her mind.” Gia turned to Cassandra.  I will be busy this evening.  Prepare a dinner for your new family Cassandra.”

Kimberly started out the office followed by Komatsu.  “Send word for dinner.  Komatsu and I will be inspecting he grounds.”  She gently stroke Cassandra’s arm as she passed showing warmth towards her.  As they left and walked out of sight Cassandra closed the door and turned to her Mistress.

Gia knew something was the matter for Cassandra was being bald seeking privacy.  “What is it?” Gia said.  She must have been vexed because she added.  “Please do not let it be trivial Cassandra.”

“Now is not the time, but there will never be a good time, so I need to ask you for something and I am prepared to apply what little force I can to get it.”  Cassandra stood at attention.

Gia raised an eyebrow, as if Cassandra could apply any force.  Then Gia lowered it, realizing Cassandra was very intelligent and those who underestimated her…..  “I’m listening.”

“You will let me finish before you judge.”

“Ok.” Gia said.  Had she not cared for Cassandra she would have played it differently.

“Lilianna is pregnant.  I do not want her stripped from her position or punished, and I want to raise the child to be a companion for the special child Dalton has had conceived recently.”

Gia was silent.  “Tomas.” She said, her fast mind calculating the father.

“I like Tomas.” Cassandra extended as if her request was to also blanket his safety.

Gia took a deep breath.  “Cassandra, Lilianna is getting old for her station.  It would only be a couple of years before this fact alone saw her relieved of her duties.”

“I think we should keep her on.  She is still very beautiful and will be for many years, and how loyal will she be when rewards are showered on her child.”  Cassandra did not know how Gia would rule.

“I have a lot to do Cassandra, and soon so will you and Kimberly.”  Gia flicked open a folder and turned to her computer, as sign she had reached her decision.  “Lilianna is your belonging, write to Dalton, if he wants a companion for his special child we will do things your way, if he doesn’t she goes to the stables.”  Gia started typing.  “Tomas is a loyal servant, we will overlook his breaching the rules of fraternization amongst the staff either way, and he is needed if things go astray.”

“Thank you Mistress.”  Cassandra said and turned to take her leave.  Her next stop was selling the idea to Dalton, but there was hope for Lilianna.

Chapter 5.  Throwing Your First Dinner Party.

Cassandra reflected on things she learnt from her past when making fresh decisions.  In this instance, planning dinner to introduce herself to Komatsu and Kimberly she though back to a conversation with Gia in a New York shop whilst searching for Lingerie; White for angelic; Red to be punished; Black to seduce.  The practice taken from theory was sound, but the application was no the conventional way to introduce one’s self to your newly discovered sister.  Cassandra hoped the attention would be taken as a fumble, a means to show she was not a threat to Kimberly’s standing in Gia’s mind.  Cassandra would offer submission to the couple to show she had no intention of shadowing any of their plans, so naturally, she felt vulnerable.

Anetta had seen her Mistress in the mandatory negligee Gia had her wear, and had dressed her, but never for submission of this nature.  “This is perhaps very stupid given how little I know about this couple.”  Cassandra said, to herself despite the audience of Anetta and Giselle.

“They will want to eat you.” Anetta said.  Having Giselle and her own room had given her confidence she was protected at the Estate, and she had no fear of Cassandra.

“That’s kind of the plan.”  Cassandra mused on it.  “I have to get this wrong.”

Anetta looked puzzled.

Cassandra turned around and took both her hands.  “If I do this perfect she’ll see me as a challenge to Gia’s affections.  I have to screw this up, not completely, just a little.”  Cassandra looked down at her naked chest.  “I know this is the wrong statement to make, but if everything else goes as planned I’ll be viewed as capable; and a little naive.”  Cassandra turned back to her desk and the phone that only went to the operator at the other end.  She picked it up.

“Yes Mistress Blake?”

“Please have someone find Master and Mister Takeshi and ask them to the dining hall.”

“Of course Mistress Blake.”

Cassandra hung up and turned to say goodbye to Anetta.  “What are you two doing tonight?”  She said questioning the Maids plans, and hopefully encouraging them to make them.

“We’re picking out furniture and colors for our room.” Anetta said.

Cassandra smiled.  She hadn’t thought Gia would be so generous to allow them the liberty of interior design.

“Just keep the theme of the rest of the Estate in mind.  You have your own room, creating your own world might imply you are not happy here” Cassandra offered as advice and exited the room.

When naked at the Estate there is very little to do other than let everyone know you intended to be naked.  Cassandra strutted down the walkway to the dining hall as if it were a catwalk.  She passed a couple of doomed Maids, who refrained from making eye contact and the cellar keeper, most likely returning from dropping of a bottle of wine Cassandra had thought his advice on.  The cellar keeper gave her a hungry yet shameful side glance and Cassandra felt confidence that her diner guest would want to eat her too.  As she entered the dining hall Lilianna was at position and everything had been set up.  Fleur was at the head of the table, her arms stretched out and shackled to the heavy wood of the table top.  Her bountiful breast lay exposed, hanging over onto the table, above a thin glass-top hot plate.  The obvious implication that they would be cooked.  A bowl of herbed oil and brush lay between two chairs set up either side.  She had a pink ribbon around her chest as offering and a ball gag in her mouth.  He was not crying but had a defeated slump to her posture.  Cassandra summoned Lilianna with a gesture, trying not to make it seem like an order, the pair finally seemed to be getting along.  Lilianna complied and left her post.  “Gia has left it to my discretion, but I need Dalton’s approval to raise the child.”  Cassandra was straight to the point and spoke hushed save anyone overhear.

Lilianna reflected on this.  “Please do your best.”  It was very uncharacteristic of Lilianna to say please out of protocol.

“I’ve written to Dalton.  We will have his reply soon.”  Cassandra said.  “He does like me.” She added hoping her reassurance was not in vain.

Lilianna composed herself.  “Are you sure about your attire for tonight?”

Cassandra smiled.  “Deliberate blunder to indicate absence of threat.”

Lilianna nodded in understanding.  Society politics were her foray.

“You are relieved.  I will attend to our guests.”

Lilianna nodded again and exited the room only to have Kimberly and Komatsu walk in, arms folded.  They took in the scene, and the scene was Cassandra, more vulnerable than Fleur who was about to become dinner.

“I’m not sure who we’re having for dinner?” Kimberly said in comment to Cassandra’s nudity.  The pair eyed her up and down, but paid particular attention to Cassandra’s slender legs.  Cassandra realized that like Gia and herself they had a preference for a part of the female anatomy.

“If I’d known you liked stems, I’d have arranged dinner differently.”  Cassandra gestured to the two chair, one either side of the restrain Fleur.  “But the specimen is exquisite” she added

Komatsu bowed at the invitation and they broke embrace to go to their seats.  Cassandra moved around behind Fleur, who anticipating the torment of live cooking whimpered in apprehension.  As the guest were comfortable Cassandra reached around a tugged on the sash of the bow.  It fluttered free exposing Fleur’s perfect breast in their perilous situation.  But Cassandra hadn’t finished.  She reached around behind Fleur’s neck and unfastened the ball gag.

“Master and Mistress Takeshi, this is Fleur.  Cassandra ran her fingers through Fleur’s hair so it hung back over her shoulders.  “May you get to know me through my selection of cattle?”  Cassandra had blundered in attire and perhaps in dismissing servants so she was the one who served, but she planned to show she could play Gia’s games.

Kimberly clarified “Komatsu took a vow of silence with his employers.  He never speaks.”  Kimberly reached over the table and stroked Komatsu’s hand, it was then Cassandra saw the missing segment of his pinky and realized he was Yakuza.  “But I will play.”  Kimberly smiled and turned her attention to Fleur.  “Where are you from Fleur?”

Fleur was distressed, but the illusion that there was hope and a chance to plead for mercy was more than she could afford to over look.  “From the Alhambra.  I’m…..”

Kimberly shook her head and raised a finger.  “Answer only what is asked or you’ll spoil the game and bring it to an end.”

Fleur went silent through desperation.  An end to the game meant cooking.

“What did you do at the Alhambra?”  Kimberly said.  She reached for the brush in the oil and dipped it.  Fleur watched with great apprehension.  Kimberly took the bush and started to paint Fleur’s closest breast.

“I work in the Conservatory.”  She answered, not using past tense as if she was still under its employ.

“The Conservatory is where all the finest of the Societies servants are held until they are bought for healthy fees.”  She was explaining to Komatsu, who seemed to be enjoying the sight of his wife painting Fleurs perfect breasts.  “But you worked there?  You didn’t dwell?”  Kimberly was addressing Fleur again.

“I was sent there, but I am skilled at organization; logistics; and negotiations so I was promoted to a position of employ.  I also have an eidetic memory so I can remember the traits of all the girls and women housed there.”  Fleur was pleading her case; arguing she was useful as more than a meal.

“Yet Cassandra chose you over all the perfect women in the Conservatory?”  Kimberly had finished painting the closest breast and moved over to the other.

“No!  She didn’t even examine what we had to offer.  I questioned her; she just picked the first one she saw.” Fleur was making herself out to be a victim; and obviously she was the victim, but not of the claimed crime.

“So my new Sister Cassandra just walked into the Conservatory and pointed to you, and said, I’ll take that one?”

“No… no, not exactly.” Fleur realized her argument had fallen on un-empathetic ears.

“I think she chose you because you were in charge.” Kimberly said and turned to Cassandra. 

Cassandra smiled, Kimberly deducing her selection.

Fleur panicked.  “You don’t have to.  I’m smart; very smart.  I can serve you in many environments.  I’m beautiful.  I speak eight languages fluently and several more at a basic level I can offer you….

Kimberly ignored Fleur’s final attempt at reprieve and reached forward and turned the dial on the hot plate.  As the red light illuminated under the glass and the almost instant heat rose Fleur cried out.  Cassandra stepped forward with the ball gag and pulled Fleur’s head back, forcing it in.  She fastened it and stepped towards the House Keeper position.

“Please let me know when they are cooked to your liking and enjoy the show.”  Cassandra said, and produced a carving knife.

“Smart girls do suffer better.” Kimberly said to Komatsu, and he nodded in agreement.

Fleur had only just started to feel the heat from the hotplate and already she was furiously tugging at her restrained arms trying to get free.  The hotplate must have been efficient for soon the gag was muffling her screams, her nerves fresh to the heat.  The tears came; Cassandra was slightly disappointed, the monotamy of every victim acting the same way as they cooked failed to entice her she hoped for something better from Fleur; and then as a surprise, she got it.

Once the initial wave of heat had burnt out the nerves in Fleurs delicate breasts a bestial nature was exposed.  Relieved from the pain Fleur took control of the horror of being cooked and glared at Kimberly with vindictive rage; as if she was cursing her by will.  Melting lipids from the soft breasts changed their shape and welled up through the skin mixing with the herbed oil before steaming off in a delicious aroma.

Kimberly smiled amused; an act that only encouraged the defiance in the meal.  Slowly Kimberly leant over and whispered something in Fleurs ear.  Cassandra could not hear it, but Fleur went ghostly pale and started screaming again.

What did she say? Cassandra guessed it was an account of what the pair would do with the rest of Fleur.  Cooking her breast wasn’t lethal; there would be much beautiful meat left to play with.  The expressions of Fleur’s sufferings seemed to entertain Cassandra’s guests greatly.  Periodically Kimberly would apply more oil with the brush or poke a breast with the chopstick (they were Japanese after all) to see if it was cooked; signs that the skin was separating from the flesh became apparent.  The soft cooked tissue would be marbled flesh full of flavor.  After about twenty minutes Kimberly seemed satisfied.  “She’s ready.” Kimberly said over her shoulder and Cassandra stepped forward.  Picking up a plate she sliced off Fleurs nipple, the sight to Fleur bought about another round of muffled screams, before thinly slicing her breasts into a centric layers of meat thin enough to be eaten with the chopsticks.  She moved around to Komatsu’s side and repeated the process.  She served him last despite men coming first in Japanese culture.  Cassandra guessed from what little she had seen of the couple that they shared a bond were Komatsu wouldn’t mind Kimberly being attended to first.  Once the plates had their meat Cassandra turned off the hot plate.  Fleur eroded breasts had been cooked, the wounds were not fatal.

“One moment.”  Cassandra said, asking for a delay in the commencement of their eating.  She hurried down the table and produced a silver tray laden with dipping sources, gravies, and vegetable (most likely not to be eaten) for show.  She stood behind Kimberly waiting for them to taste her dinner.

Komatsu selected a piece of meat from his plate and skillfully curled it with his chopsticks.  He chose to taste it plain and chewed.  He gave a rare smile to Kimberly, and then turned his head to extend it to Cassandra.  He approved.

Kimberly turned around and Cassandra leant over to receive the comment.  “Well done little sister; he seldom smiles.”

The pair ate in silence.  Cassandra had her duties as servant and Komatsu never spoke.  Despite the quiet, it was an occasion of warmth.

Chapter 6.  Finalizing the Day.

Surprisingly, Komatsu was the one who ate slowly.  Kimberly ate fast and sampled all the dips and sources.  She even, to Cassandra surprise, took advantage of the vegetables.  When they had finished eating, defeated and a nervous wreck, Fleur, eyed them with fear.  Whatever Kimberly had whispered still held, and the dinner knew her ordeal was not over.

Kimberly rose and turned to Cassandra.  “Thank you for a lovely meal Cassandra.”

“Please, call me Cassy.  Everyone I’m close to in the Society does.”  Cassandra smiled.

“Some advice” Kimberly said politely eyeing Cassandra up and down.  “Try not to look more appetizing than dinner.”  Kimberly gently placed her right index finger on Cassandra’s swollen clitoris.

Cassandra yelped from its sensitivity despite her usual composure.  Despite Kimberly’s warning, her plan had work perfectly.  Kimberly thought her fallible and would not see her as threat.

In the back ground Komatsu unfastened Fleurs arms.  Fleur’s ravaged body slumped back and onto the floor helpless.  She tried to slink away as Komatsu grabbed one of her legs and firmly caressed it, obvious this was his choice of meat, and that the pair would be having more of Fleur tomorrow.

“You may take your leave Cassy.” Kimberly said coming over to examine the long muscular legs of their prey.  “Komatsu and I will make arrangements for Fleur’s treatment and health till our dinner tomorrow.

Though unseen as the two seemed focused on their prize Cassandra bowed and walked back to her room.  Her clitoris still itched from Kimberly’s tap and she felt her libido firing.  She hurried to her room.  Once there she closed the door and picked up the phone. 

The operator, the one who never seemed to speak answered.  “Yes Mistress Blake.”

“Could you please connect a line to the Maid Anetta’s room?”

“Of course Mistress Blake.”  There was a pause then the phone rang, and rang. 

It occurred to Cassandra that Anetta had never received a phone call before.  After a minute and a half Anetta’s voice softly answered.  “Yes.”

“It’s me Anetta.”  Cassandra said.

“Mistress?”  Anetta said, identifying her and awaiting instructions.

“Is Giselle there?”  Cassandra needed some attention.

“Yes.”

“Could you send her to my…..” Cassandra stopped.  She thought about using her little Maid as a means to get off.  She felt reliant upon it, but didn’t know the effect it would have on Anetta; Giselle being her lover.  “Actually, forget about it Anetta.”  Cassandra rubbed her sex.  “You two have a pleasant night’s sleep.”

Ignorant of what nearly happened Anetta’s happy voice came through the line “You too Mistress.”

Cassandra hung up the phone and walked to her computer.  She checked her messages.  She’d received an email from Dalton, not having his number at the Alhambra it was her only way of contacting him.  She clicked the message.

Dearest Cassy,

       A playmate for my special little creation sounds wonderful.  I trust the heritage of the child is unique coming from Lilianna and a pure Italian (Gia must have also written to him about the matter).  I would be happy for your first breeding project, even if created by accident, to act as a companion to mine.  Be mindful that the Estate is not a suitable for a child.  Quarters will have to be built to shield it from all goings on until it is of appropriate age.  However I required something from you in return for this grace.

Firstly: My father has me busy decorating (tattooing) Maids and servants for the Spring Estate.  I am running low on designs and your creativity would be appreciated.  Attached are photos of the girls.  Kindly create decoration for each and I will ink the art.

Second: Gia is under pressure.  Please offer your body to her.  Affection from someone she can trust will put her at ease.  Though I caution you, as a woman, this may involve her needle.

If these terms are met, my blessing will be continued.

Regards,

             Dalton Monroe

Cassandra finished reading the message.  It didn’t take much thought.  She was already suitably dressed and Gia would be at work somewhere.  All she had to do was find her and offer herself to her.  It would solve her libido problem, but also redefine her relationship with her Mistress.  She sighed, rose and headed to Gia’s office, where no doubt she would still be at work.

Part 2.  The Harvest.

Chapter 1.  Coming on Noon; the Arrival of the Guests.

Petite and innocent like adolescent girls the Estates Maids stood in a line.  The marching they had been taught as children came in handy, for they would have to stand at attention all day subject to the discretionary arrival of the guests.  Each Maid had been shown a photograph of a guests, or guests in the case of couples, to care for and they waited in turn for their arrival to carry their belongings and see them settled in, before serving them throughout the day.

At Nine PM Lilianna would ring a bell throughout the Estate, and the guests would pounce on their attendants.  The Maids would probably scream and try to flee in vane, only to be turned on by the very Estate they served to die for the entertainment of those they’d attracted.

“First Harvest?” Kimberly asked.  Cassandra liked to keep the door of her room open to save anyone from thinking she was keeping secrets.  Kaley was asleep on the bed, not disturbed by Kimberly’s question asked as she past the doorway.  Kaley had been through quiet the ordeal at the hands of Lilianna.  Every one of her movements suggested damage, yet she did not have a mark on her.  She had a fever and periodically woke screaming, only to be calmed and offered a mild narcotic tonic by Cassandra.  Kaley had already stopped resisting Cassandra’s gifts due to the reprieve from relentless punishment and the narcotic.  In a few months Kaley would be ready to offer gifts of her own.

Cassandra was perched on her window watching the line of Maids erode as the guests arrived.  The innocent little things, to close to adolescent girls for Cassandra’s liking, had no idea they were hours from agonizing deaths.  “Yes.”  Cassandra said rising and moved to approach her sister.

“Kimberly halted her with a gesture of the hand and walked in. “I’ve been to three, and I’ve even selected a Maid myself once.”  Kimberly didn’t seem to think there was any betrayal in the event, her voice was perfectly composed.  “I’m curious how you feel about it.  You adopted two Maids to keep.  You must have liked them.”

Cassandra smiled.  “Anetta helped me survive my first ordeal.  Reciprocating the favor was part of the deal.”

“But you also claimed Giselle.  You didn’t even know her when we first met.”  Kimberly scanned Cassandra as if checking a China bowl for cracks.

“Giselle was for Anetta.”  Cassandra didn’t see the point in concealing the fact of her attachment to Anetta.  “Anetta is my friend now.”

Kimberly’s curiosity grew.  “You mean lover?”

“No.  Lover never.  I mean friend.  The Maids are people, they are capable of feelings and they have a loyalty that never betrays.”

“Huh.” Kimberly said surprisingly.  Cassandra would have thought Kimberly’s life before her internship would give her a conscious, weather she chose to listen to it or not.  “Best locked Anetta and Giselle in your room tonight.  Sometimes the guests aren’t sated by just one victim and go looking for others.”

“I will do that.” Cassandra said taking the advice, and note of Kimberly’s indifference to the Maids.  Whatever her back story, the Maids had not helped her.

“Well.  I’ll leave you to training your pet.”  Kimberly smiled and as she exited gave Kaley naked body a healthy examination with her eyes.  “Scrumptious.”  Kimberly said in reference to the bound ballet teacher, and left the room.

Cassandra’s phone rang.  It was situated on a stand right beside were Kaley lay.  As it sung out Kaley woke and started to cry for mercy again trapped in a memory of one of Lilianna’s torments.  She must have been tortured beyond her stamina for she always woke thinking the ordeal was continuing.  Cassandra rushed to her side and shushed her, stroking her brow.  Seeing it was Cassandra and not Lilianna calmed Kaley to near silent long breaths of distress.  Cassandra answered the phone.

“I want you again.” Gia’s voice came clear through the line.  It was in reference to Cassandra’s surprise visit to her office a couple nights ago.  Gia had not been surprised, but had been delighted to educate a clear virgin in her now implemented bi-sexuality.

“Mistress I would love to comply, but I’m taking advantage of the last of my free time to tame my pet.”  Cassandra was diplomatic.

“It’s not a request Cassandra.” Gia overruled the current activity, but added.  “I’ll come to you.”  She hung up the phone.

Cassandra did not have time to summon Anetta to be propped.  Hastily she rose and unzipped her dress, leaving it lying on the floor.  No time for makeup, no time for hairstyling.  She headed straight for the shower and turned on the water.  Ice cold at first then heating, Cassandra stayed under until she was drenched, hair wet and mated.  She ran from the bathroom dripping wet leaving a trail of puddles making it to the centre of her room just as Gia closed the distance from her office.

She found Cassandra wet and slippery, shivering and totally exposed a picture of surprised vulnerability.  Just what a Mistress like Gia craved...

“Cassy” Gia said admiring the helpless intern.  “Always coming up with new ways to entice.”  Gia closed the door and then the gap between them.  One arm wrapped round her waist whilst the other grasped her sex, claiming it.  Gia leant in and kissed Cassandra passionately for a moment before pulling away, bighting Cassandra’s lower lip.  “Go mount your bed.  You need lessons on eating pussy, and your little pet will be your notepad.

It was uncommon for Gia to use words like “pussy”, but affection meant she got to see a whole other side of her Mistress, one removed from the act of perfection given to others.  Gia had seemed almost nervous at delving into Cassandra’s sex for a prolonged period of time.  Worried Cassandra would not like a woman’s bight.  Cassandra complied, she could hear Gia close the window and start disrobing.  Cassandra was on all fours, her head at Kaley’s crutch.  Kaley had been waxed to a pre-pubescent smoothness.  Her vagina was neat, her labia’s trim and firm.  Cassandra could smell the lavender wash she had been sparingly washed with to remove the sweet and saliva of Lilianna’s games.

“Kiss it.”  Gia said placing her hand on Cassandra’s back.

Cassandra went down and kissed Kaley’s clitoris.  Kaley stirred and whimpered.  It was hard to describe the noises the Societies victims made as anything other than whimpers.  There is no symmally for a distress gentle moan, and no simpler way to describe it.

“Now taste it.”  Gia’s hand stroked the sensitive skin of the small of Cassandra’s back.

Cassandra had been on the receiving end of the last sexual encounter between the two.  Now she was working.  Cassandra, being watched tasted the pretty slit from one end to the other.  A salty flavor came to her tongue and mixed with the scent of the lavender.  Kaley was feverish, but responded part way through the taste.

“Find that spot, and concentrate on it.”  Gia said, her hand skimming over Cassandra prone bottom.

Cassandra repeated the action listening hard for a change in Kale’s breathing; a twitch; a shift in her position.  She found the spot and as directed, worked it; not neglecting the rest, just focusing.  Cassandra was a quick learner.

“Good girl.” Gia said, enjoying the show as Kaley now became distress at the coming rape.  Her sex became moist despite herself and she started to thrash her head about.  Kaley seemed afraid to tug on her restraints or resist by shifting her pelvis.  Such behavior had obviously been met with punishment by Lilianna.

“Please don’t.”  Kaley begged, but didn’t insist, as if that too was an option repaid by pain.

Cassandra worked for five minutes or so, Kaley finally fatigued beyond resisting, but still being traumatized.  Kaley cried out and slumped, her belly quivered and it was obvious she had been forced to pleasure.  Cassandra pulled her mouth away, coming up her body and bighting her belly; teasing herself now with the thought of eating her former ballet teacher and now pet.

“Ok Cassy.” Gia said as Cassandra sat on the bed and faced her Mistress.  “Now do me.”

Chapter 2. 13:30 Preparing for Sadists.

Gia reciprocated what Cassandra had learnt as long as time allowed.  To Gia, an orgasm did not indicate an end to her responsibilities of sating Cassandra’s libido.  Already her absence would have been noted and she could not indulge in the hyper sexuality of her little intern any longer.  As Cassandra lay prone on the floor recovering from her last orgasm Gia crawled up her body.  “We are lovers now Cassy.”  She said staring intensely into the flushed face whom she’d saved nine months ago.  “I don’t think Dalton will mind, but you’d best be careful; you can hurt me now.”  Gia delivered the warning with a passionate kiss then pulled herself up.  “Call Anetta for me.  I’ll shower here and then she’ll have to redo my hair and makeup.”  Gia picked up her dress and marched to the room ensuite.  Cassandra was still panting on the floor.

Kaley had succumbed to her exhaustion again and lay still.  Cassandra figured when Lilianna came to collect her she would argue for her to have more rest; but surrender her to Lilianna anyway to play her part and encourage the process of their plan “Who’d have thought rape was fun.”  Cassandra said to herself thinking back to the way Kaley’s sex has surrendered to her.  What delicacies lied ahead in her domination?  She forced herself to get up and picked up the phone. 

“Yes Mistress Blake” Came the familiar voice of the operator.  Cassandra briefly wondered who she was and where she was, but didn’t care.

“Please put me through to Anetta’s room, and if there is no answer, through to the library.”

“Yes Mistress Blake.”

The phone rang through for Anetta’s room and Cassandra heard Gia humming in her shower.  It was the Spanish opera she hummed when she saw Dalton; she was humming it for Cassandra now too.  There was a click, which Cassandra assumed was the phone tapping over to the Library.  Three rings and a bashful Giselle answered “Yes”, not knowing whom she was addressing.

“Hello Giselle.”

“Hello Mistress.”

“I need Anetta to prep Mistress Gia in my quarters could both of you please come here immediately.

“Yes Mistress.”

“And Giselle.  Bring everything you need for the night.  Both of you will be staying in my room this evening, even through dinner.”  Cassandra hung up the phone.  Anetta knew what was coming but Giselle may not have.

Moments later Anetta and Giselle appeared carrying a picnic basket; plackets and pillows.  They were efficient little things.  Giselle had a book with her and Cassandra gestured to a seat by the window she could relax in.  Anetta busily got out the tools and implements for her envisaged creation on Gia.  It was not the first time she had done Gia’s polish and she had grown in confidence.  Anetta stood at attention waiting for Gia to appear from the shower.  Neither made seemed phased by Kaley’s feverish shuffle in her semiconscious state, nor by Cassandra remnant nudity from the sex she had just been party to.  They were both in their Maids costumes, a fact Cassandra would change once the new generation of Maids arrived tomorrow.  She liked the look of Anetta in summer dresses and the Mediterranean weather of the Estate lended to them.  It would distinguish them from the other servants, but more importantly offer as indication to the guests that they were protected.

Gia sat in the chair in front of the vanity and smiled at Anetta.  “Come now Anetta; spare none of your talents, I need to look perfect.”

“Yes Mistress” Anetta replied already going to work with a brush and hair dryer.

“I expect you to make an appearance too Cassandra.  Go shower and you can be done next.” Gia was directing her.

“I was going to sit guard with Giselle and Anetta.” Cassandra replied.

A look from Gia indicated she had social obligations to meet and Cassandra dipped her head and head straight for her shower.  She took her time under the water knowing that Gia would need that time to take on perfection.  Ordinarily she would question her sexuality; question her acts to Kaley, but she had no friend who would be discouraging of such events.  It became obvious, both her sexuality and morals when not judged sought to expand their horizons.  She resolved, perhaps trivially to try to hold on to her moral compass for the big picture.  Kimberly had been though the same experiences and lived in the outside world.  She was also perhaps the only person she could seek advice from; Gia might not understand her desire to keep a conscious in reserve.

Chapter 3.  14:00. Daddy Issues.

The smile Cassandra had on her face as she walked by Gia’s side vanished when her eyes met Senator Charles Blake; Father; Dad; Daddy when she was little.  When Cassandra’s Mother had died of Cancer during her high school years her father had isolated himself from them, at the time she thought not to witness his pain, but now she thought it was not to halt the momentum of his enterprise in himself.  Cassandra has spent all her school holidays and weekends on his endless campaigning, her only reprieve her dancing and homework.  Despite his lack of attention to her, Cassandra had learnt much of what had saved her from the cannibals from sitting by his side as he negotiated and charmed VIP’s.  But now she was at Gia’s side, loyal, and a newly activated lover.

“Sweet Pea”.  Her father said as He greeted Gia.  It was something at least he acknowledges his kin over the Estate Mistress.  “You look so beautiful.”

Cassandra and Gia both wore Autumn dresses for the Mediterranean.  Light fabric, tightly fitting and showing Cassandra’s pale skin in contrast to Gia’s olive velvet flesh.  Cassandra was agonized into silence and her Society smile failed.  Gia answered for her.  “One wonders why you ever gave her up!”  Gia did not release Senator Charles Blake’s hand from the shake.  She was demanding he give her his absolute attention.

“She….. It was…..” The Society did not usually give those sentenced to the kitchen a reprieve.  He must have known this would be awkward, but had not counted on Gia’s open hostility.  He was depending on the status quo expected from him to be present in the exchange.

“It was clearly a mistake on your part.  Your career obviously blinded you to the brilliance you had at hand, though, you hardly had the resources to establish her momentum.”

Charles Blake wavered, Gia still held his hand.

“Heaven knows where she’ll be when she gets released and that momentum flies in the direction of its choosing.”  Gia released her grip.

Charles Blake was intimidated to defensiveness.  “I’m still her father.”  He said looking for an exit to an interaction he should never have sought, but instead showing antagonism.  Perhaps he had held the belief that he had inroads with Gia because she liked Cassandra.

“And I’m her Mistress.”  Gia smiled.  “Come Cassandra I want to introduce you to David Mallet.  His salon, Salon de Coiffeuris the perfect place to loan Anetta.  She’ll be in heaven there.”  Gia moved on as if Cassandra father was nobody.  Cassandra followed, not having said a word to the man who’d have traded her life for votes he didn’t even need to win his election.

As they weaved through the small crowd, gathered for the coming Harvest Cassandra could see the courtyard and balconies spectacled with the Estates Maids, awaiting instruction and following the guests like duckling after their mothers.  She looked back.  An Ebony Maid she recognized, but had never learnt the name of was standing by her father’s side.  She wondered what twisted fate he had spent the year planning for her.

Chapter 3.5.  21:01. Daddy Issues (Continued).

“Please Gia.  I don’t want to watch.”  Cassandra had said in the privacy between groups as she and Gia navigated the scene.

Gia had sighed and run her hand affectionately over Cassandra’s check.  “Seal yourself away with your pets then, and keep them safe.”  Gia leant in and had opening kiss Cassandra on the lips, delicately, in a display of public affection.  Gia’s ownership of Cassandra obvious and unmistakable to the guests.  It was also a show that Cassandra had submitted completely.

As Cassandra hurried back to her room she pushed the door open.  Giselle still sat in the chair she had been directed for reading, never seeking another perch other than the one offered.  Anetta was absent.  Cassandra had called out. “Anetta.”

Kaley woke and cried out, but Cassandra didn’t care.  Giselle, sensing the apprehension in Cassandra’s voice had dropped her book and rose.  “She went to get milk for the tea.”  The Maids had laid out a tea set from the picnic basket.  Milk must have been absent.

“She went to the kitchen?”  The house was not safe.

Giselle was growing distress too.  Years of conditioning made her fear a Masters apprehension.  “To the milking shed.”  She almost cringed in anticipation of punishment.  The pair had been given liberties and had somehow spoiled their freedom in Giselle’s mind.  Cassandra had no time to reassure Giselle.  The grounds were less safe than the Estate house.  Anetta was not privy to the timing of the Harvest.

The Bell had rung, dead on nine.  A terrible cheer rose, and then the cries of surprise followed an introduction into the screams.  Giselle back into the corner, tears coming down her face.  All she knew is something bad was happening.

In the present Cassandra had a flash of memory to when she was learning to drive.  She was on a winding road doing Eighty miles an hour when a Fawn had stepped into her path.  In s split second she realized she could not swerve or break hard if she was to stay in control of the vehicle, she had resolved to drive straight into it.  It was a split second resolution and a mindset that had saved her countless times.  Now it told her what to do.

Cassandra picked up the phone.  The same courteous voice that always knew who was on the other end form any phone in the Estate.  This persona on the phone knew who and where she was.

“Yes Mistr…..”

“Send Tomas to me.  I’m heading to the barn,” she hung up and ran out of her room, for the first time locking the door with the key that had stayed in the lock every time she’d been at the Estate.  When she was new to Gia, it had locked her in; now it secured Giselle.

Cassandra erupted into a courtyard filled with young woman being stripped; men and women probing every gravis.  Tools and implements of torture were being produced as Maids were strapped to structures and racks being bought out of storage, where they would be slashed, lashed and broken before consumption.  She ignored it and ran now bar foot (stepping out of her heals) across the ground to the barn.  Part way there steady fit steps at her side.  Tomas, unknowingly now as loyal as Lilianna, had joined her and ran by her side as protection against Cassandra’s fear.

As they approached the barn the door was wide open and a bald Anetta protested.  “I have jewelry.”  Her voice was stressed, but the confidence Cassandra had given her indicated she knew she was not to be taken.  The cows stirred at the disturbance in their world that was filled only with their stimulation and daily attendance.

“I don’t give fuck who you belong to you little bitch.  I’m going to rape and eat you fucking raw.”  The amplitude of the voice and the malevolence of the claim as Cassandra and Tomas entered the barn was not needed for Cassandra to recognize her father’s voice, his words speaking to his character true and clear.  It was a character he hid even from the members of the Society, ashamed of it, or somehow to maintain the delusion he was better than them at a base level.

“NO!” Cassandra stood in the doorway, strangely not out of breath, the drama was not at an end.

Tomas paused for a moment at hers side.

Cassandra’s father had torn Anetta’s dress and his hand cropped her half naked body.  He threw her to the ground.  “This has nothing to do with you Cassandra.”  He said.  “Get out.”

Cassandra took in the scene.  Her father stood, cornering Anetta.  To the side behind the row of cattle, the ebony Maid lay motionless in a finalized fall.  Blood ran from her head.  Cassandra suspected her father had taken her to the barn ashamed to kill her in public and in a struggle she had fallen striking her head fatally.  Feeling entitled to a Maid, Anetta the victim of bad timing, he’d replaced his victim.

“I said no.  Anetta is mine!”  Cassandra’s tone could not be misinterpreted, even if her boast of ownership was counter to her desire for Anetta’s liberty.  She was giving her father an order.

“I paid for a Maid and I’m going to…..”

“Tomas.  Kill my father.”  There was no mistaking the words.  They were planned, weather the threat had been her father of not.  Gia was not there to see, but she would have marveled at the demeanor and poise of Cassandra as she exercised her will.  The very essence of the superiority over people as lesser beings came to a priori in Cassandra’s mind.  Her father could be disposed of for her comfort.

Tomas took a step forward.

Cassandra’s father faltered at the sentence, but more seriously at the obedience of a Society Servant at her command despite his status above him.  He stepped away from Anetta securing her escape. 

Cassandra could have called Tomas of, she had what she wanted, but she let him continue his march. 

Now Cassandra’s father realized he was in Cassandra home.  “Cassandra Blake stop this this instance.” He tried to order.

Deaf ears.

Tomas marched closer.

Cassandra’s father shuffled in stance as Tomas rounded the stupefied and insane cows so no obstacle was between them.  “Cassandra please, I’m sorry” Came the voice of absolute realization that any relationship they’d ever had was dead.  But he needed mercy.  “Cassandra please tell him to stop.”

“Stop Tomas.”  Cassandra ordered as Tomas tensed his body to beat the life out of the man who once was Cassandra’s father.  “Please carry Anetta for me.  If they see her in your arms they will know she is protected.”

Tomas, indifferent to the kill or not moved past Cassandra’s father not even eyeing him as a threat and gently scooped up and cowering Anetta.  He started to walk out of the barn carrying this pardoned vulnerable past the cows he’d branded and left to insanity.

As he walked proximal and then past Cassandra she calmly said to her father.  “You’re going to leave.  You don’t holiday here anymore.”  With total indifference she turned and walked with Tomas back to her room.

Chapter 4.  Rear View Window.

They were locked in Cassandra’s room now.  Tomas stood outside the door on guard, asked by Cassandra to reassure the two surviving Maids of their safety.  The scene upon returning to the room had been a greater ordeal than dealing with her father.  That testified to the manner in which Cassandra had grown to her life in the Society.  Anetta had been carried into the room by Tomas.  As he set her down and she thanked him Giselle, who had been hiding under the bed that Kaley laid on appeared and the duo had a touching reunion accompanied by tears and the stirring confusion that they had been raised for the screams that emanated through the inwards and door.  The betrayal of their upbringing had been exposed to them.  Cassandra realized that the hardest part of saving them would be reassuring their safety and somehow circumventing the injustice of their Masters.

The door opened and Lilianna sparing a moment from her monumental duties of the evening came.  Obviously the operator at the end of the telephone reported to her.  She stayed only briefly to pass on a small silver container containing two tablets.  “If they accept these from you, you have their trust and they will sleep calmly.”  She nodded to the two Maids, a recognition they had not received prior to tonight, and left as quickly as she’d come.

Anetta and Giselle stood before Cassandra’s bed.  “I want to give you something to help escape what’s happening tonight.  Will you take it?”  Cassandra looked at the two little Maids. Anetta was clearly still shaken from her attack but nodded with faith, trusting her Mistress.  Giselle had not experienced the prolonged relative kindness of Cassandra and was hesitant.  At first she looked like she wouldn’t take the pill, but checked, looking nervously at Anetta.  Anetta nodded, and reassured by her sister Maids Giselle complied.  Both petite Maids reached in and took the pill.  Cassandra laid out the blankets on the floor, side by side, but the Maids snuggled together on one in an innocent embrace.  Cassandra covered them lightly in a sheet as it was a warm night and already could see the narcotic putting the little helpers to rest.  Cassandra checked on Kaley.  She was oblivious and Cassandra figured she would stay that way till her return to Lilianna’s form of bondage tomorrow.  Cassandra walked across the room past the already sleeping Maids, and her pet to the window and looked out on the courtyard.

The view from the window matched any in the Estate save Gia’s office which over looked a hedge maze of rose bushes with rows towered by ceramic statues of submitting women.  Cassandra had never really examined the window view.  This was her first time here as anything other than a hostage.  The courtyard it looked out on showed the front gate slightly askew, but the main grounds for entertainment could be seen.  The courtyard center on the entrance to the dining hall.  Platforms layered down the raised build that was the Estate House, subdividing into courtyards.  The tennis courts and pool were on the angle Cassandra couldn’t see, but the layered partition now housed spits, structures like hangman’s stocks with hooks for butchering; pits with coals and little figures strapped to grates for grilling.  The party had progressed onto dinner.  The chorus of screams had subsided, but particular individuals had intensified.  In the centre of what looked like a giant wok, and figure; howling in agony; tried to scramble out of the fry pan.  The sides had obviously been grease and she kept sliding back into the boiling oil in the centre.  Directly below her window on the flat between the right angle of two staircases, a man was flaying another Maid alive.  Having removed all the skinning from her torso and extremities he was now slicing of slithers of flesh and placing them in a bowl to cook later.  Cassandra had delved deeper into the world of the Society, but she did not like the mass snuff festival playing out outside her very window.  She closed her curtains and walked over to the sleeping Kaley.  Cassandra mounted the bed and snuggled up against her pet, meditating on the thought that if the training went well, Kaley would offer her body warmth without restraints someday.  A thought only kind in comparison to the horrors outside.

Cassandra knew she was bad.  She just preyed her indulgences would remain sophisticated and absent of perverse mania bought on by there repression.

Part 3.  The First Day of Autumn

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Introduction.

The breakfast table was in abrupt silence at Kimberly’s comment.

“Kimberly.  Really?”  Gia spoke authoritarian, but Cassandra knew she refrained from actually issuing Kimberly an order; largely she suspected out of respect for Komatsu.

“No, I want to know.  Are you a lesbian Cassandra?  If she’s to be my sister I think I should know.  Does my husband have to be on guard?”

Komatsu smiled.   A rare event and Cassandra could tell he dearly delighted in Kimberly’s mischief.

“We used to spend moments together Kimberly.” Gia stated, but added “Before you met Komatsu.  Are you a lesbian?”

Komatsu took his hand from under the table and placed it on Kimberly’s arm.  A simple gesture, but one that put the question to rest.

“Which brings me back to my question, Gia.”  Kimberly teased out her former Mistresses name.  She turned to Cassandra.  “Are you a lesbian Cassy?”

Gia had attempted to direct the pressure away from Cassandra.  Cassandra was a little unsure of what to say.  To say no might offend Gia, who was her lover now; and she had Kaley as a pet of lust.  She couldn’t say no, but the answer was in her mind no.  She was not a lesbian.

“I knew it.”  Kimberly ejaculated with a wild gesture of her arms.  “You’re taking advantage of her Gia.”

“I am not Kimberly.” Gia said stern faced.

“You are.  You always do this to pretty little things.” Kimberly seemed frustrated about something in the past Cassandra was not privy to.

Cassandra thought of something intelligent to say and said it.  “My Mistress is a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she does not possess intellect and passions that I am unable to perceive.  As her intern I am responsible for attending to her service in any capacity.”

“So you don’t like being intimate with your Mistress.” Kimberly said trying to get Cassandra in trouble, somehow playfully.

“I enjoy serving my Mistress in all capacities.”  Cassandra smiled.  “Should it be otherwise?”

“And that pretty little thing you handed over to Lilianna for training this morning?” Kimberly said referring to Kaley.

“Tantric food.”  Cassandra quickly replied, her wit recovering the questioning of her sexuality.

Komatsu looked at Kimberly for an explanation English being his second language.  “Tantric” Kimberly reiterated. “The anticipation is greater than the act.” Defined.

Komatsu nodded in understanding and then dipped his head to Cassandra in a show of respect.

Gia’s phone vibrated.  It was a text that she didn’t need to read.  “The new Maids have arrived.  We’ll get them straight onto cleaning up last night’s mess.  Breakfast is over.  We’ve got guests checking out; guests checking in; and a shipment of fresh girls coming in from America later today.  Everyone get to work.”

Chapter 1.  Virgin Affairs.

Nolan Whithers had greasing, curly hair and acme.  He wore thick glasses of the style of hipsters, but his lean bone structure did not lend him to the style.  His father owned a small chunk of Silicon Valley and Nolan he spent hours on end in his room masturbating to Japanese cartoons. 

“Virgin.”  Kimberly said tossing the bio over to Cassandra’s pile.  They were going through the files of arriving guests.

Cassandra sighed.  “Why do I get the virgins?”  She opened the page and realized Nolan was lucky his father had paid his way to the Estate.  Well perhaps not lucky.  The details the Society collected to make guests happy were often intrusive.  She wondered how Nolan would feel if he knew that Cassandra was reading his blog posts about a Hentai cartoon called “Bible Black”.  She frowned.  “You live in Japan. What the fuck is Hentai anyway?”

“Guys who draw detailing of what we actually do.”  Kimberly picked up the next dossier.  I think it’s safe to say Nolan wants to try some pretty extreme stuff.”

“I’m the one with a conscience remember.”  Cassandra said flicking through the pages. “Shouldn’t you deal with the perverts? You’re more mature in the art of torture and cannibalism.” Cassandra was cocky, but the pair had established banter; and it was a teasing one.   Nolan had almost perfect marks in physics and math, but they were over shadowed by his teacher’s remarks on his art subjects.  School reports were in the dossier.

“Conscience hey!”  Kimberly looked at her sternly.  “How’s training Kaley going.  Do you still need to have her tortured, or is she eating your pussy of her own free will?”

“I have a condition.”  Cassandra rebutted in reference to her libido.

“You have a libido and total power over, what I might say, is a very delicious looking woman.”  Kimberly gathered the folders of the guests she would accommodate.  This was usually done with great efficiency by Gia, but she was busy ordering everything from hitmen to soldiers for hire to solidify her position despite the wishes of the Government of the United States of America.

“You still haven’t told me why I get the virgins?”

Kimberly smiled.  “Because you have the brains to stop them becoming the deviants who give us a bad reputation.”  It was a complement.

Chapter 2.  Goshe; awkward in the Company of Relaxed Sexuality.

It was obvious from the manner he sat that he was too nervous to enjoy the attention Cassandra had arranged for him.  Earlier she’d Googled Hentai and found numerous illustrations of doll-like, big eyed girls in Maids costumes submitting to degrading sex acts almost joyfully.  It seemed that the embodiment, the Estates new nymph Maids already at work dusting and straightening the room Cassandra and Nolan sat in.  The effect was not excitement, but made him uncomfortable despite his fantasies.

Nolan had a repressed sexuality.  Cassandra suspected his father had arranged for a visit to try and cure him of it.  His father was known, despite dorkish features, for being one to indulge in co-eds and interns at his company.  No doubt he had expectations that his son would overcome his awkward stage and become part of the nerd sheik of San Francisco.

“This will be more beneficial for you Nolan if you are honest with me.”  Cassandra opened with.  “My name is Cassandra, and I have been asked to ensure that you have a pleasant stay at the Estate.”

“Hi.” Nolan said, and went rigid as Florence, an Italian and rather curvaceous Maid, bent over to dust and vase by Nolan’s side.  Here naked rear was clearly revealed and Nolan seemed ashamed to have seen her nudity beneath the flimsy Maids uniform.

“What kind of experience are you hoping to have here Nolan?” Cassandra asked.  Despite her research Nolan may actually surprise her.

“You eat people don’t you?”

“We do.  But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.  Many of our guests just come here to live out their sexual fantasies.”  Cassandra crossed her legs and lent into Nolan.  It was deliberate body language to make him think she liked him.  She hadn’t formed an opinion of him either way yet, but she had a job to do.  “You seem shy, but if you could tell me about your fantasies, perhaps I could make them happen.”  Nolan shifted with a nervous energy.  It was part due to the Maids exiting; he was suddenly released from his prison of introversion.  Cassandra had instructed them to be in the room only during the introduction to get a feel for Nolan.  He pulled a sketch book out from under his arm.  Cassandra moved chairs so she was sitting next to him to look at the sketches.

Nolan had drawn a series of anime drawings of girl like Maids restrained in various poses.  Legs pulled up behind their heads; strung from a ceiling with their rears sticking out; even an amputee lying on a bed (Cassandra thought of Randy).  The theme; totally vulnerable to whomever had them restrained.  An ordinaries person’s reaction to the drawing would be to the perverted nature, but Cassandra having studied art under Dalton noted more; that he had not retraced lines to get the best fit, and that accurate expression of mood of the Maids was expressed.  Nolan was a skilled artist, perhaps more gifted drawing than he was at Math and Physics.  His gift, despite its perversion, illustrated and intelligent and emotive mind capable of capturing a pose of vulnerability.  With training she knew he could capture and prolong that moment, but only with confidence.  Cassandra flicked through other portraits.  They were not all pictures of bondage, some were just drawings of characters Nolan had created; his dream women.

“Nolan.”  Cassandra said putting the sketch book down.  “I could let you pick a Maid from the Estate, and we could provide any devise you wished to restrain her; but if you’ll bear with me I’d like to make a suggestion.”

Being his first time Nolan was not aware that Cassandra was there to make any fantasy a reality like some of the other guests were, and so was open to compromise.  He was not a demanding customer by nature of ignorance.

“What if you picked out a girl from those available, one close to these portraits without the bondage, and just spent some time talking to her; getting to know her; and then, spend the night with her.”

“What?.... No stuff?”  Nolan said referring to bondage; torture; cannibalism; whatever was possible.

“If you wanted you could do the stuff another time.”  Cassandra leant in as if she were giving secret council.  “Sex sometimes isn’t what you expect it to be.  Seeing someone you’ve selected in pain might make you feel like your bad, or feel that you can’t have sex any other way than by force.”  It was a valid concern.  The artwork of the girls Nolan had created were all sweet and innocent.  Cassandra saw that there was a good chance he just wanted someone who wouldn’t, or wasn’t in a position to, judge him for being nervous and insecure the first time.  Rather than replace those feelings by giving him absolute power, why not give him affection and understanding.

“But if I still want to eat them after, can I?” Nolan asked.

Cassandra suspected he was turned on by the notion.  “Sure Nolan.  Just try it my way first.”

“Ok.” Nolan said and seemed a little more comfortable.  “When do I get to pick a girl?”

Cassandra picked up the phone by her side.  The usual voice answered the Estates exchange.  “Yes, Mistress Blake.” 

“Have Lilianna line up the Maids in the courtyard.  I have a gentleman who wishes to select one.”

“Of course Mistress Blake, let me check.”  There was a moment’s pause.  “Five minute Mistress Blake.” 

Cassandra hung up the phone and a bell rang in the background moments later; Lilianna summoning the Maids for presentation.  “Come on Nolan, let’s get you a companion.”

This was Cassandra’s first formal presentation of the Maid staff as a whole.  The parade led by Lilianna moved up the stairs till they were lined up by the rose hedge maze.  The Maids seemed nervous but had been trained that they were to speak only when spoken to and even then, only briefly.  They stood at attention.  Their uniforms were different.  The skirt hems were higher and the uniform was absent of midriff.  The v line of the collar was also lower to show of the more developed breasts of this year’s servants.  All in all, they were scantly glad vixens.

“What do you think?”  Cassandra said to Nolan.  Cassandra thought these Maids were a refreshing change from the petite style.  It felt wrong being served by something so child like.  The Maids were voluptuous and curved with slender waists.  They were more sexually appealing to the mainstream, but Cassandra’s curiosity was not in their body’s makeup.  Cassandra knew that the generation’s mindset would be different as well as appearance.  At this first impression it was impossible to judge if they shared the shy vulnerability Cassandra had felt the need to protect in Anetta.  “May I?”  Cassandra asked Nolan, partly to show him the Maids acquiescence and partly to learn for herself the mindset that would make up the norm this year.

Cassandra stepped forward till she faced one Maid in particular.  She had an angelic face with a sharp jaw line and high cheek bones.  She’d guessed the Maids had done each other’s hair and makeup for the day.  Her breast, though not as large as some, were perfectly shaped.  Cassandra noted this Maids was perhaps more beautiful than her.  Cassandra smiled at the Maid.  The Maid parroted the action, but seemed happy that Cassandra was taking an interest in her.  Cassandra glided her hand to her face; felt her skin; pushed her hair back examine the side of her face covered by the shoulder length curled hair.  The smile did not waver; the Maid was comfortable being touched.  Now Cassandra glided three fingers gently over the Maids soft smooth skin moving to the centre as she past the breast the tested the Maids sensitivity.  The Maid let out an acceptable sigh of pleasure.  Cassandra continued past the belly, it twitched; ticklish (Cassandra thought of food, but was researching).  Final Cassandra’s fingers reached the Maids sex and gently probed.  The smile on the Maids face grew and her posture waivered to increase the pleasure Cassandra applied.

Cassandra removed her hand.  “Good girl.”  She said and smiled again at the Maid.

As she walked back to Nolan she could see the bulge in the crotch of his dress pants.  “They’re all so eager.”

“I know.” Cassandra conceded.  She was being professional but allowed some mock excitement to show to encourage Nolan.  They had two extra Maids, accounting for the natural attrition through Lilianna’s discipline.  “Last year’s might have been more to your liking.  They were…. Innocent.”  Cassandra made a mental note to keep Anetta and Giselle away from Nolan should he turn.  “Would you like to pick one?”

Nolan blushed.

Cassandra smiled.  “Take your time.  You only get one.”

Nolan stepped forward.  Lilianna took a few steps back signify to the Maids that they were under Nolan’s scrutiny.  He was too nervous to pry at the Maids like cattle but he started with their faces.  He walked down the line, seeming to have an interest in the Maid’s necklines.  He seemed to be looking at the way the neckline met the collar bones rather than ogling their breasts.  Cassandra noted he passed quickly by the ebony, Asian, middle-eastern and redheaded Maids, he seemed interested more in the blondes.

“Your first time should be special Nolan.  Look at the Maids you like faces.  Look at the way they react to you.”  Cassandra spoke from her own experience with Kaley.  Watching her graceful ballet teacher for months; wanting to have her confidence of poise at her command.  What little she knew of her assignments duties told her, and for her own mindset she wanted, Nolan to have a pleasant consensual experience for his first time.

Nolan, naive and not tainted by the control he would soon have over women, listened to Cassandra’s advice.  He past a Maid and she giggled.  Nolan stopped dead in his tracks and blushed, his voyeurism attacked.  The Maid must have known this man didn’t command the power of punishment.  Nolan glared at the Maid and she giggled some more.  Nolan clearly believed the Maid was mocking him.  Cassandra new this generation of Maids were raised to be eager for sex.  Breaking ranks and protocol the Maid reached out and grabbed Nolan’s hand.  Slowly she guided it under her flimsy skirt letting him touch her, replicating what Cassandra had just done to her sister Maid.

“Eeeer.” Nolan said panicking.

The Maid just smiled.

“It might be easier if you just relax Nolan.  It seems this Maids wishes to share herself with you.”  Cassandra realized had Lilianna been in control of the situation the Maid might have been sentenced to the kitchen for such baldness, definitely she would have made note of it.  “Do you like this Maid Nolan.?”

Nolan starred into the smiling face of the Maid.  Blond, not the most beautiful but larger breasted than most, but she had an eagerness to serve.

Cassandra approached Nolan, his hand still touching the Maid.  She whispered in his ear.  “This one will guide you and like you.”

They were the magic words.  Nolan nodded; a signal he would take this Maid.

The Maid seemed over joyed and Cassandra signaled for the Maid to break ranks and follow her.  Nolan, like a dog on a leash also followed.  Cassandra merely moved them away from the line up of Maids.  As they drew away Lilianna clapped her hands and the Maids dispersed, back to their duties.  Cassandra led the matched couple up into the Estate House and along a hallway of guest’s rooms till she came to Nolan’s.

“Your things have been placed inside.  You can retire now or take young….” Cassandra turned to the Maid, not knowing her name.

“Rachael.” The Maid submitted.

“You can retire with Rachael now, or perhaps view the grounds.  The choice is yours.  She will follow you dutifully and obey ANY command.”  Cassandra smiled, Nolan could figure out the rest.

Nolan fumbled for the door.  “Thank you.” He said, obviously eager to get Rachael in the room.

“If you require anything, please call for me.”  Cassandra dipped her head and took her leave.  She had almost two hours before she had to attend to her next guest and she was eager to visit Kaley, but had no idea what Lilianna had done with her.  Naturally as the question was raised in her mind Lilianna appeared.  Like Gia, Lilianna seemed to know everything she was thinking, but Lilianna lacked liberty from the Estate grounds.

“You’re pet is hanging in the slaughter house.” Lilianna said, answering the unasked question.  “I thought seeing what could happen to her might be more beneficial than torture.”  Lilianna had fallen into step with Cassandra.  “And I’m so busy with the new Maids.”

“Anything I can help with.”  Cassandra offered picking up on Lilianna’s eluded request for assistance.

“They just need to become aware of their new space.  Soon it will be like clockwork.” Lilianna paused.

Cassandra stopped with her; a fumble, Lilianna was assuming control of the conversation.  This meant she wanted something, and also she saw Cassandra as amenable to granting requests.  “I need a doctor to check my condition.” She said referring to her pregnancy.

“Of course.  What do we usually do with the breeders in the stable?”  Cassandra didn’t know.

“We have a midwife, but not the technology of the Outside.” Despite being privy to the administration of the breeding program Lilianna was not satisfied with it when it came to her pregnancy.

“Free up your time.  I’ll arrange for Charles drive you to a hospital inland.”  Cassandra smiled.  Things were going well with Lilianna; she wanted to keep it that way.

Lilianna was concerned.  “I don’t exist.”  She stressed by her tone her inability to interact with the outside world.  It may have even trouble her slightly.

Cassandra wondered if there was perhaps more to it.  Was Lilianna afraid of the outside world?  “Which would you prefer; an upgrade of our facilities; or an identity?”

Lilianna stuttered.  Liberty had just been offered without condition or caution.  Now Cassandra was back in control of the conversation.  Lilianna was stifled.  She was afraid to leave the Estate, but brave enough to demand care above that of the breeders; an interesting mix of arrogance and vulnerability.  Cassandra saw the reason she failed Geppetto’s plan to usurp Gia.  “Improved facilities.” She said composing herself.  “It will be better in the long run for all.”

“I’ll see to it Lilianna.” Cassandra said a smiled.  “I have a friend who’s going to be a very skilled Surgeon.”  She referred to Randy.  A simple phone call and he would fill her in on all they required to give Lilianna what she desired, and update the care of the breeders.

Lilianna was obliged.  She had gotten what she wanted.  “You should go to the slaughter house.  Your pet will be most grateful to be taken from there.”

Chapter 3.  Slaughterhouse Blues.

Cassandra knew the grounds but had never been in the slaughterhouse before.  The breeding stables had the feel of stables; the milking barn had the feel of a barn, they were both designed to dehumanize their occupants.  The slaughterhouse looked like a Southern Roadhouse bar a trucker might stop at for a meal.  Cassandra didn’t knock she just pushed open the door.  Most doors at the Estate were double doors, wide entrances welcoming admittance.  The slaughterhouse had a solid freshly painted red door with a brass handle and a bell rang when it opened like seldom visited shop.

“Mistress Blake.” A male servant younger than Tomas and Asian, but with a similar role rose from his seat.  The front room of the slaughter house looked like the exterior would suggest, like a Roadhouse.  Wooden chairs surrounding tables and a bar with top shelf spirits behind it.  Cassandra suspected that it was where the guests met before selecting their meals.  The servant was on hand to oversea the area; he obviously wasn’t expecting guests at this time.  Bluegrass blues could be heard from a back room.

“I’m sorry; I don’t know your name?”  Cassandra said politely.  The servant seemed taken aback.  Cassandra was not like Gia, Lilianna, or Kimberly in the manner she interacted with the Servants.  It was deliberate; she wanted to be seen as something different; perhaps allowing her a privy to workings and culture the elite sailed upon without notice.

“Bryce.”  The servant replied and stood to attention, perhaps worried he was being audited.

“Relax Bryce.  I’m just here to collect my pet.”

Bryce smiled as if remembering something funny that had happened.  Perhaps Kaley being witness to the happening in the slaughterhouse was a novel event.  “Most don’t leave after seeing what she’s seen.”  Bryce said.  “Unless they’re headed for the oven.”  Bryce was easily relaxed by Cassandra’s casual approach to him.  Whatever extremes happened in the slaughterhouse it had obviously warped his sensibilities.

“May I see?”  Cassandra said.

“Of course.”  Bryce hurried pasted the furniture that also served as a recreation area (sort of an office tea room) for the slaughterhouse workers to a back door and opened it.

Cassandra wished she’d not worn her new shoes.   The Bluegrass Blues sounded from a tinny radio.  Blood rippled across the concrete killing floor into an inadequate drain with her first footsteps.  Cassandra looked past the fat man in plastic overalls carving at a corpse to the isolated figure that hung covered in blood in the splash zone of the butchering.  Cassandra could tell by the look in Kaley’s desperate eyes that she was prepared to do anything to get out of that room.  Perfect.

Bryce came to her side.  “We took one of the cattle to stock up on bacon, sausage meat, and mince for the breakfast menus.  Lilianna said to keep her nice a close to the action so she could get a good idea of what she is now.”  Bryce was smiling.  “She screamed herself silent when we started.  Hendrix a real artist, he can keep the cattle alive by cutting around the arteries, but when the time came she got painted.” Bryce boasted his busy colleague’s skill.  “Hendrix made it clear what we do with cattle.”

Hendrix must love his work, he did not stop to acknowledge Cassandra but continue to harvest from the corpse of the woman hanging from a meat hook, the only indication it was once a woman were the two breasts that hung; once beautiful.

“Tonight Lilianna’s going to come down and select a dozen to line up on the row of meat hooks back there.”  Bryce pointed to a row of hooks at the back of the killing floor in front of three evenly spaced solid steel doors.  He was explaining the workings of the slaughterhouse.  Cassandra guess they were entrances to long cell blocks housing the abducted girls that became the Estates exquisite meals.  “The guests come and pick the ones they want.”

Cassandra gave Bryce her politicians smile.  He was dim enough to buy that she appreciated the details he was going through.  “Could you bring my pet to me please?”

Bryce, remembering he was a servant, nodded and walked towards Kaley.

Kaley hung from shackled wrists from a meat hook.  She was painted red from the blood of Hendrix’s victim, but the desperate shock in her face told Cassandra she was now abundantly aware that the torture of Lilianna was not the worst thing that happened in her new found prison.  She cried out as Bryce fumbled with the shackles.  Her body slumped as her suspension was released.  She fought Bryce’s guidance, but weakly, aware of what angering him result in.  It was a wrongly directed concern, Cassandra or was the only one who could make the sentence Kaley now feared.

As Bryce led her humbled stance to Cassandra, the Mistress grew serious.  “You understand where you are now?”  She asked.

Kaley couldn’t answer but eyed Cassandra with terror.

“Obey, and you will never have to come back here.  I’m going to take you from here, but you’ll have to trust me.”  Cassandra spoke softly, but with sincerity.

There was a long pause.  Kaley realized she had to respond to move away from this place.  She nodded, not willing to speak.

Cassandra didn’t push for verbal confirmation.  “Come on.  Let’s get you somewhere safe.  If you behave you won’t have to deal with Lilianna anymore.”  Cassandra turned and started to walk out of the slaughterhouse.  After a moment Kaley realized escape meant following and hurried up to walk embarrassesed and vulnerable in her nudity behind Cassandra.  Cassandra, a novice, didn’t realize that she had succeeded in the early stages of gaining the submissive obedience of a human being; dehumanization, with reprieve upon acquiescence.

Kaley followed briskly exposed and covered in death.  Cassandra noted her urgency and gifted her a fast pace.  “Come on.” She said as if her pet’s needs were a priority in any sense.  Cassandra ran across the grounds to the entrance of the Estate House closest to her room.  Kaley ran weeping behind her.  Without a care, Kaley hastened through Cassandra’s door and sought shelter in the room she had been raped in last night.  The extreme of Cassandra’s act diluted by the horrors of the slaughterhouse.  Cassandra shut her door and allowed herself a smile of satisfaction, hiding it, she turned to face Kaley.

The gorgeous blond stood, knees bent in the centre of the room one arm over her breasts, the other covering her sex.  Cassandra took a step towards her.  Kaley cowered and cried out in horror.  The isolation in the room was making her feel vulnerable.  Cassandra noted that human psychology was strange that vulnerability still played a role when it had been made clear to Kaley that the stakes were very high by what she had witness this morning.

“Come.  Let’s get the blood off you.”  Cassandra gestured to the door, obviously to her adjoining ensuite.

Kaley wavered.  She wanted to move but was afraid.  “Are you going to kill me?”  It must have taken all the courage Kaley had left to ask.  She was both desperate for answer, but terrified that she might be sentenced.

“No.  I want to keep you.”  Cassandra said.

“Keep me?” Kaley shook as she spoke.  The climate was mild; she was chilled by fear, or perhaps a pause in the release of adrenaline.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I own.  I want to take care of you.”  Cassandra stared, not with affection, but with lust into her former ballet teacher’s eyes.

“You can’t own a person!” Kaley said, not in challenge; she was too afraid for that, but out of a remnant value from her past life.

“Yes you can Kaley.  Come on.  Let’s get you clean.”  Cassandra gestured again to the ensuite and Kaley took slight steps towards it.  She had a mild panic attack when she realized Cassandra was following, but the prospect of being watched when she showered was mild in comparison to the desire to remove the horrors that had been painted on her body.  Kaley perhaps would have protested if she’d realized Cassandra would be doing the washing.  As it stood Cassandra slowly stripping and stepping in the shower happened in stages, gentle steps in an act of intimacy accepted under fear of losing the only protection Kaley had.

The warm flowing water concealed how wet Cassandra’s pussy was at the act of washing her pet.  She did not scrub away the dried blood, but removed it by gentle strokes that loosened and diluted the blood.  Kaley, both safe and in the process of an indecent act cried softly.

“Stop crying.”  Cassandra said gently.

Kaley didn’t waver in her grief at her situation.

Cassandra paused from cleaning her.  She rose and grabbed the back of Kaley’s head.  Her arms came up in protest.  “Don’t challenge me.”  Cassandra said firmly.  “I’m the person you want to deal with.”

A desperate reality.

Kaley’s arms dropped from their defensive position.  Cassandra stared intently into her eyes and again in a calm and reasonable voice said with compromise.  “If you can, please stop crying.”

The free Kaley who taught Harvard’s elite dances ballet wouldn’t have understood why the woman in the shower did her best to stop crying at the request.  Cassandra resumed the slow cleaning of her pet, delighting in gliding the loafer over her firm and perfect flesh.  When she was clean Cassandra stepped back and admired her.

“Ok rinse.”  Cassandra stepped out of the shower and Kaley lunged under the centre of the flow as if trying to wash away the trauma.  “Turn off the water and come out to dry.”  Once one request had been met, simple instruction seemed easy to follow without repercussion.  Cassandra handed Kaley a towel.  When the ballet teacher was finished she covered herself with the white towel.  Cassandra reached in to a slight jerk of fear and pulled the towel away, at first seemingly to expose Kaley again, but then the explanation that Cassandra need to dry herself was offered by way of Cassandra’s actions.  Kaley was naked and vulnerable.  Cassandra knew what to do next.  “I’ll send for my Maids.  She will find you some clothes and tend to you.”  Cassandra walked naked to the exit of her ensuite.  Kaley didn’t move.  “My Maids are the only other people who will not hurt you.  Do not hurt them in an act to seek freedom.”  Kaley slowly followed Cassandra back into the bedroom.  Cassandra slipped back into her clothes before picking u the phone and summoning her Maids to tend to Kaley.  “They will bring you food, drink clothing, and anything you desire for entertainment.”  Cassandra was now acting all business.  It was not all an act too; she had to get back to work.  Once dressed she put her hair in the usual ponytail that signified she had not been made up by Anetta and moved to the bedroom door.  As Cassandra reached it she turned.  Kaley stood covering herself in the centre of the room.  “I’m leaving the door unlocked.  Make any attempt to leave and you will find yourself in Lilianna’s hands again.”  Cassandra smiled.  “Be nice to the Maids, remember, they’re the only other ones who can help you.”

Kaley stood naked conquered.  Cassandra was confident in her obedience.  But the interaction had not only affected Kaley, Cassandra’s libido had been awakened.  She headed for the tearoom she and Kimberly used as an office.  On the way she had past Anetta and Giselle with a tray of food and some clothing for Kaley.  She smiled at her obedient little friends.  Their faces mirrored the happy exchange.  Kimberly was waiting for her in the room.  “Nearly late.” She said and presented the bio on her next client.  “This one should be easy for you.”

Easy normally.  But Cassandra felt an overpower urge to get off.  Geppetto’s curse.  She fought it back and opened the bio.  She remained silent for a moment as she looked at the client.

“Problem.”  Kimberly asked observing Cassandra’s reaction.

“No.”  Cassandra replied a smile coming to her face.

“Good.  Gia specified you were to handle this one.”  Kimberly collected her things and waving her next load of work made her way out of the room.  “Mush, mush.  He’s waiting in the dining hall.” Kimberly said urging her sister to work.

Cassandra followed her out and head to the dining hall.  As she entered the familiar over done handsome figure of Randy Kennedy turned and smiled at her.  His arms opened to hug Cassandra.  Cassandra smiled and met the embrace.  As they hugged she kissed him on the check and whispered in his ear.  “This is hard to explain, but I really need you to fuck me senseless.”

“What!”  Randy went rigid at the surprise request.  His playboy nature called into question by the demand.

Cassandra stepped back arms still around Randy’s waist.  “Sex Randy.  Right now.”  She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from his luggage to towards his room.  “Come, come Randy; sooner rather than later.”

Chapter 4.  Pillow talk.

Randy had climaxed two minutes ago.  Cassandra, like she had been trained by Gia, kept going until she was done.  This bought some surprise and discomfort to Randy who usually dominated in the bedroom; but Cassandra was on top.  She sighed in orgasm and roll of to her friend’s side.  She allowed herself a moment to breathe deeply.  “Again.”

“What?!”  Randy almost sounded almost scared.

“Again.”  Cassandra prepared to mount the quarterback but his powerful arms lifted off back to his side.

“I’m going to need…. Like an hour before I’ll have anything more to offer.”  Randy was more sexually experienced than Cassandra and still seemed at a loss to sate her appetite.

Cassandra closed her eyes.  She’d only been living with her new libido a short time but its gentle nagging seemed to have relaxed.  “Ok.  I can probably make do.”  She rested on her back for a while.

“So Geppetto stung you with a wasp?”  Randy said seeking confirmation of the explanation for Cassandra’s insistence of sex, given during the act.

“Yep.”

Randy rollover and looked at her vagina.  He’d seen Cassandra naked before when he’d rescued her from being cooked.  “It is bigger.” He said examining her clitoris.  “And you crave sex?”

“Yep.”

“Doesn’t sound like a handicap really?” Randy said.

“Maybe not to a guy, but when it gets in the way of fore filling my Society obligations, it’s kind of a drawback.  I’m afraid, Dr. Kennedy; you’ll have to be on call 24/7.”  She smiled at Randy.

Randy smiled.  “Will Gia mind?”

“She might.”  Cassandra said truthfully.

“I should probably ask her permission.”  He said.

“It’s probably for the best.”  Cassandra sat up.  “So! Guest of the Estate.  How may I serve you?”  Cassandra placed her fingers around Randy’s shaft and gently pumped it.  It was going flaccid, but the stimulation would please.

Randy smiled, “That’s right; you have to attend to my needs.”

“Only if you attend to mine.” Cassandra said and tugged a little roughly.

“Didn’t I just do that?”  Randy didn’t rise but kissed Cassandra on the shoulder.

“I need a list of everything we need to make the breeding stables state of the art.”  Cassandra took the opportunity of Randy’s arrival to get what Lilianna needed.

“Ok.”

“And I need you to back of your pursuit of Lilianna this year.  She’s off limits.”  Cassandra looked at Randy sternly.  She knew Randy had wanted to get Lilianna on his operating table for years.  She was making it clear their friendship didn’t give him access to her.

“Ok.  What do I get?” Randy said.

“Go to the slaughterhouse and pick out any girl you want to play doctor with.  You can have as many as you like free of charge.”  It was a generous offer, but in reality Randy strived to keep his patients alive for as long as possible.  Cassandra knew she wasn’t sacrificing many lives.

“Anything else.”  Randy prompted trying to sweeten his deal.

“If it’s ok with Gia you can have me as a girlfriend.”  Cassandra was working a rhythm on Randy’s flaccid member.  She could feel the pulse in it strengthening.

“I’m kind of a playboy.”  Randy said.  “I really just want to keep my options open.”

“No.  You need a girlfriend.  It’s time to grow up.”  The pulse grew stronger; there was an influx of blood to Randy’s penis.  He liked the idea despite how he acted.

“Will definitely have to run that by Gia.”  He said almost ready for another bout.

“Ask; and share.  Remember she owns me.”

The suggestion of Cassandra’s bondage and the lesbian encounters had Randy ready for action immediately.

“I thought you needed an hour?”  Cassandra asked playfully.

Randy dropped the casual act and pounced for Cassandra, determined to be on top this time.

Cassandra had gained so much from a minute of conversation, she permitted it.

Chapter 5.  Experimental Stage.

The third shower for the day in Randy’s room meant that Cassandra needed Anetta to attend to her appearance again.  Randy had fallen asleep.  Cassandra had worn him out.  As she entered her room to meet her little friend she saw Giselle lying confidently on her bed.  She was reading, showing more enjoyment in the past time already than Anetta ever had.  The fact that she now felt comfortable to occupying Cassandra personal space meant the horrors of the harvest had not scared her psyche against her.  She smiled at her.  Giselle smiled back briefly, and then turned back to her book.  Anetta had taught her liberties faster than Cassandra had taught Anetta; proof that training from Society servants worked better on Society servants than any outside influence.  Cassandra briefly pondered what influence she could have over the Estate now that she had Lilianna on side.

Anetta waited by her Station.  Cassandra stole a look to the corner.  Kaley was dress in tracksuit pants and a cardigan.  She was curled up in the corner of the room.  A tray of food was before her and Cassandra was relieved to see the she had eaten most of it.  It had perhaps been some time since she’d been offered nourishment.  Cassandra sat and Anetta set straight to work.

“How are you finding things now that we’re back?”  Cassandra asked.  She hadn’t had much time with Anetta since their return.

“Too many people.”  Anetta said.

“You prefer our quiet little house?”

“Yes.  I miss TV.” Anetta began cleaning of the blemished makeup she’d applied this morning.

“I get one for you for your room.  You can show Giselle.”  Cassandra wanted nothing other than to give Anetta more.  The attention Anetta gave to every detail of Cassandra’s appearance was the safest form of affection available in this Estate.  Despite her status as servant, it was an act of free choice for Anetta.  “I’ve got some news.  You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but there was a man here who owns a salon in France.  You could go work for him for some time and perhaps learn, and practice what you know.”

“Away from the Estate?”  Anetta asked.

“Yes.”

“Could Giselle come?”  Anetta questioned.

“Not this time.  But if it works, perhaps in the future.”  Cassandra secretly wanted Anetta to take this opportunity.  Though she felt certain Anetta would be watched if given liberty to enter the outside world it was the first step to her emancipation.  If it was what Anetta wanted, she could pull Giselle out with herself.  The trick was making Anetta want freedom.

“Ok.”

“Ok?! I can tell Gia to set it up?”

“Yes.” Anetta said.

“Awesome.”  Cassandra said out of character.

Swift of hand Anetta finalized Cassandra’s natural look.  “Done.” She said, issuing a mini order for Cassandra to stand up. 

As Cassandra rose she hugged Anetta.  “Give Kaley her space.  She needs time to recover.  She’s not used to this place.”  Cassandra smiled again at her little friend and made her way to check if Nolan Whither's was a man yet.  Cassandra picked up the phone by her bed.

“Yes Mistress Blake?”

“Where is Nolan Whither's?”  As Cassandra asked she scanned the ceiling of her room looking for a camera.  The person on the other end of the phone had eyes everywhere, perhaps on her.

The voice took only a brief second to come back.  “The guest Nolan Whithers is by the pool with the Maid Rachael.” 

“Thank you.”  Cassandra hung up the phone.  She pulled a funny face at Anetta and said “Duty calls.”

“Bye.” Anetta chirped and set about straightening up the room.  The two little Maids would stay in the room to keep an eye on Kaley until their Mistress returned.

Cassandra found Nolan sitting legs folded by the side of the pool.  Rachael the busty blond Maid was between him and the water, her top of; healthy breasts exposed.  Nolan was busy sketching out a drawing, his first time lover acting as his muse.  “How was it Nolan?”  Cassandra asked approaching the guest from the side.

Nolan turned with a grin on his face; his movements had temporarily lost their jerky nature and taken on an exaggerated swagger.  “She bled, but she knew what she was doing.”  Crude and to the point, Nolan realized he should have phrased it differently.  “Rachael was very kind and generous.”  He corrected.

“I’m glad.”  Cassandra said and smiled.

“Could I try some other stuff?”  Nolan asked.

“Of course.”  Cassandra said.  She was obligated to attend to Nolan even if he turned on his first love.

“Not with Rachael, but with someone else.”  Nolan stressed. 

Cassandra deduced that timing and tact wasn’t things Nolan was gifted with.  He’d already miss-represented his lover and implied she experience ordeals.  “What would you like to do Nolan?”

“I would like to torture someone please.”  The words sounded comical in the manner they were presented.  “And then eat someone.”  Nolan paused awkwardly.  “Not Rachael.  Neither with Rachael.”

Cassandra smiled.  Nolan was not an unappreciative sociopath despite his intent to commit a violent assault and homicide.  It was a strange world were that was the best possible outcome.  “Ok Nolan.  Let’s send Rachael back to her duties and I’ll take you to someone you can torture.”  Nolan had graduated from his virginity into an experimental stage where he seemed interested in sampling the Societies options.

As Cassandra gestured to take Nolan on his adventure he tore the sheet of paper he had been sketching and handed to Rachael who was replacing her top.  The Maid smiled in delight as she was handed her anime incarnation on paper and rushed in and kissed Nolan, who probably had never had that type of attention from a beautiful girl before.  Cassandra nodded for Rachael to move on and the Maid obeyed taking care to take her portrait with her.

Nolan watched as she slipped away.  When she was gone he turned to Cassandra.  “They’re going to kill her in a year aren’t they?”

“Unless she makes a mistake and is sentenced to the kitchen; yes.”  Cassandra said honestly.

“I want to be the one who eats her.  Make it quick.”  Nolan it seemed had developed an affection.

“If that’s what you want Nolan.  I’ll see it put in place.”  Cassandra lifted her posture.  “Come on.  I’m going to introduce you to Rosalita.  Anybody who’s anyone has torture Rosalita.”

Chapter 6.  Rosalita Still Hanging.

As she stood in the stables Cassandra marveled she was still alive.  “Nolan; this is Rosalita.”  Cassandra presented the chained pain slave to Nolan.  Rosalita cringed at the introduction.  She had been moved off to the side and grown even skinnier, but Rosalita hung in silent terror at the realization the visitors had come to pay her the daily special attention.  Rosalita didn’t beg for mercy anymore, she just prepared herself for the abuse; a look of a terror filled life panted on her face.  Rosalita had given up on escape.  Damage control, and drive to maintain her sanity were her priority; visible to even a novice of torturers like Cassandra.

“What do I do to her?” Nolan asked.  Clearly he liked Rosalita’s psyche and her presentation.  He eyed her naked body with more confidence now.  He was not embarrassed she was helpless to his whims.

“Whatever you like.  But Rosalita has been sentenced to a life of pain.  No mortal wounds.  No breaking her sanity.  We have to keep her alive and healthy so she can go on suffering.”  Cassandra stepped forward and ran her finger tips over Rosalita exposed belly.  Her skin was firm from hunger and the scares from her ongoing abuse read like brail at the caress.

“What do most people do?  I mean, what does she hate?”  Nolan clearly understood that torture was psychological as well as physical.

“Two separate answers.”  Cassandra went to the cabinet draw that hide the tools most frequently used in Rosalita’s punishment.  “The needle is most popular, and very painful.”  Cassandra spoke from experience at both ends of this simple metal tool.  “But as you can see from the thin lines of scares meshed over her body; Rosalita is often cut.  She fears that the most.”  Cassandra removed the long scalpel from the draw and moved back to Nolan presenting it to him handle first.  In her own hand she kept a long silver needle, the favorite of her Mistress.  Cassandra knew that if Rosalita didn’t satisfy Nolan, that she knew exactly where to put the needle to persuade Rosalita to give Nolan his power trip.

Rosalita closed her eyes tightly and jostled her body.  She was preparing for the onslaught.

Nolan approached her slowly and slower with the blade.  He was targeting her hips; or lack off; Rosalita had been starved down to nothing, desperately accepted what human flesh she was offered for sustenance.  To her credit, she had an unfortunate will to survive despite all hope being lost.

Nolan made is first cut and darted his head as Rosalita gritted her teeth and bore the suffering.  A droplet started a trail of blood.  “Too deep Nolan.”  Cassandra corrected, she knew he would make the rookie mistake, but felt it best to teach him from experience.  “Glide the blade gently over her skin; like paper cuts.”  Nolan repeated the cut an inch above the last.  His depth was good, the skin was sliced and tinted red, but no blood trickled out.  “Perfect.  Now cut at an angle, the more skin you cut, the more nerves you flare.”  Nolan followed direction well.  He made two more cuts in quick succession.  Rosalita reacted but she was dealing with the pain.  Cassandra saw a problem.  “If I may have a moment with Rosalita, Nolan?”  Nolan stepped back and Cassandra stepped forward.  With a sharp jerk she stabbed the long thin needle she held into Rosalita’s left armpit.  The brutal wound called Rosalita to cry out and she breathed, as she had learnt through trial, to control the sudden pain.  “I don’t like this tolerating of the pain.”  Cassandra said brutally and up close to Rosalita. 

Rosalita eyed Cassandra fearfully.

“Scream for him.  Let him know what he is doing or you’ll have to deal with me.”  Cassandra pulled on the protruding needle like a joystick.  Rosalita screamed despite herself.  Cassandra pullout.  “And after I’m done, I’ll have Lilianna give you a going over for impeding my work.”

Rosalita got the point.  As Nolan stepped back into place to resume his education Rosalita made no attempts to hide her suffering.  Moans, tears, a scream when Nolan got it just right.  Rosalita gave Nolan a satisfying taste at the delights of power and the ability to grant mercy.  Cassandra was glad to see that Nolan did grant mercy, but only after Rosalita had started to breakdown; maybe Seventy-five cuts later.

“I’m done.” Nolan said.  Cassandra forcing Rosalita to let her mental defenses down meant the pain salve was worse off than a session with Lilianna.

“I have a little knowledge of the needle.”  Cassandra confessed.  “If you want to learn more I can arrange for someone more experienced to give you further advice.”

“I’d like that.”  Nolan said.  He clearly enjoyed power.  “Maybe someone fresh next time.”

“If you like.  Just be careful, you may actually feel bad when punishing an innocent.”  Cassandra offered the council.

“This one’s not innocent?”  Nolan asked.

“She was a reporter who infiltrated the Society and nearly exposed us.”  Cassandra filled in Nolan on Rosalita’s tale as she placed the tools of torture back in there draw in the cabinet.  “Rather than eat her they sentenced her to pain, and a long life of it.  Rosalita is not allowed to die.”

Nolan looked at Rosalita with a little appreciation.  “You’d think that’s what she wants most, but she tries to survive.”

“Psychology Nolan.  At a base level Rosalita wants to live, even if her intellect tells her she should die.”  Cassandra placed her arm around Nolan.  She could see why he got such good marks; he was an excellent student of concept and technique.  “Come on Nolan.  Let go pick out your dinner.”

Their trip to the slaughterhouse had been intersected by an ebony Maid called Tricia with a softly spoken invitation to join Gia at her table this evening.  Cassandra would have been dining with Gia anyway, but the invitation was presented to both her and Nolan.  Cassandra turned a smiled to Nolan.  “Have you met Gia?”

“No.” Nolan said.  “Heard about her.  She’s supposed to be pretty scary according to my Dad.”

Cassandra sighed.  “She’s pretty, but she just wants to make her guest happy.  The scary part only comes into it if you cross her.”  Cassandra pointed her finger teasingly at Nolan, their relationship more relax after sharing Rosalita’s suffering.  “Best behavior just to be safe.” She smile, knowing Nolan was in no danger and the newly ex-virgin and master of pain took his leave to change into dining clothes.

Chapter 7.   The Captains Table.

“I see.” Gia said and looked sternly at Cassandra.  “Thank you phrasing these as requests rather than demands; it has saved you a lesson.”  Gia and Cassandra stood alone in the dining room next to their intended dinner.  The reason for Gia’s strictness in tone was to prevent Cassandra from developing independence so quickly.  Cassandra would be released into the world and freed from her bondage when Gia saw fit for it; Cassandra knew this.  Cassandra had arrived early to make her two requests to Gia; firstly to upgrade the stables; secondly for permission to date Randy.  Gia’s focus was not on Cassandra but the buxom blonde fastened by ropes at all fours.  She was helpless and to be dinner.  Gia played with her hair.  The blonde, in her mid to late twenties pleaded softly.  Gia instantly grew bored with the common placed nature of the pleas of her the dinner and turned back to Cassandra.  “Yes to both, but do not rob me of my fun; have Randy come to me ask permission to bed my ward.”  Gia smiled mischievously, not ignorant that the two had already been intimate, but tolerant.  Naturally she would make Randy squirm for Cassandra’s affections.

“Thank you Mistress.”  Cassandra said and took her leave to the House Keepers position.  It was a deliberate act of contrition after Gia’s generosity to assume the role of servant until Lilianna arrived to relieve her.

“And you.”  Gia turned her attention back to the blonde dinner.  “Do you have any idea what we’re going to do to you?”  Dinner looked scared, but from her expression it was obvious her fears ran short of the truth.

Cassandra pondered if any of the girls housed at the slaughterhouse knew the nature of their captivity until they were sentenced by appetite.

Kimberly arrived, Komatsu in hand.  “Evening Gia.”  She said smiling.  Komatsu bowed.  “I see dinner is here.”

With her fate outed the blonde dared a panicked look at Gia, whose smiled confirmed the unobvious fate.  Dinner believed the sentence, but had difficulty in comprehending the thought to allow her to beg; instead she cringed in her restraints.  Gia delighted in her vulnerability, a true Mistress.

“What’s with Cassy?”  Kimberly said questioning Cassandra’s stance.

Cassandra stayed at attention.

“She’s sucking up to me.”  Gia said with a smile and resumed fondling dinner.  “Something you should have done in your time.  It makes me happy to know she is prepared to work for privileges.”

Kimberly rolled her eyes, but didn’t proceed to argue like her body language indicated she wanted to.

Nolan stumbled into the room and looked nervous, though not as nervous as he did this morning.  He was guided by Lilianna who Cassandra assumed had collected him to make sure he was not late, lost in the House of sin.  As Nolan stood in the centre of the room Lilianna moved to Cassandra’s temporary station and the two changed over.  Cassandra was now free to greet Nolan and commence introductions.

“Nolan.  This is my Mistress Gia Eros.”  Cassandra took Nolan over.  Nolan was obviously attracted to Gia greatly as e fumbled the hand shake and blushed at Gia’s confident smile.  “And these are Gia’s guests Kimberly and Komatsu.”  Nolan hid his attraction to Kimberly.  Komatsu’s penetrating acknowledgement of the boy showed some contempt for his obviously awkward social skills.

There was a designed silence in the room.  After a pause Nolan broke it with nervous energy.  “Is this the woman we’re going to eat?”

“The blonde struggled against her restraints and looked around the room for an ally, someone to grant mercy.

“Yes.”  Gia said, taking control.  “I thought we’d leave it up to you to pick how she would be prepared.”

“I… I….” Nolan didn’t know what to say.

Cassandra championed her charge.  “Come Gia, Nolan doesn’t know his options.  And there’s always the chance he may not wish to eat this one; or at all.”

Nolan seemed to relax a little knowing he was not being tested.  “I would like to eat her; I just don’t know what the options are.  I’m a little new to this.”  Nolan shifted his stance and alternated between clutching his hands in front of him and letting them dangle.

“Of course Cassandra.  We are making the boy nervous inviting him to the Captain table on his first time.”  Gia assumed a less formidable pose.

“We can cook her anyway you like.  Live is better though, and includes the oven; marinated over a spit; grilled; boiled in broth, oil; sushi, steamed, or any variation you can imagine.  She can be butcher and cooked anyway you like if that is what you please, but we are all fans of the spectacle.  A woman’s death should be an indulgence if it is to be beautiful.”  Gia paused.  “We can cook parts of her or all of her; you may want to keep parts of her alive to feed on tomorrow.”

Nolan was overwhelmed.  “What would you prefer?” he finally asked Gia.

Gia knew he wanted to get off the hook of everyone’s expectations, she didn’t trail the boy.  “I would like to give you a demonstration.”  Gia strode over to the now terrified blonde.  The blonde, perhaps unique in the absence of screaming or loud begging, twitched and struggled as Gia drew close and wrapped her arm around her.  “I know you’re scared, and I know you want out of what’s about to happen; so I’m giving you a chance.”  With her other hand Gia pulled a blue pill from the sash around her waist.  “Take this pill, and you won’t have to do anything you don’t what to.”  Gia smiled allowing the blonde to see her attraction for her.  Gia had selected this one to her tastes as well as Nolan’s.  “Will you take it?”

“What is it?”  Came a fearful voice.  Quiet unless tasked, obviously the motive for her predicament under Gia.

“It’s a blue pill.  Nothing more.  Just a pill.”  Gia presented it and held it in front of the blonde’s lips.  The blonde dinner took one look around the room, at the lack of mercy from anyone and opened her mouth.  Gia smiled and gave her the pill.  “You don’t need to be tied up anymore.”  Gia said and started undoing the ropes.

Kimberly grew anxious and shift position.  “Gia what are you doing?”

“Setting her free.”  Gia said confidently.

Kimberly wasn’t satisfied.  “Cornered cattle can be dangerous dear Mistress.”  Komatsu shifted his stance now, bought to alert by Kimberly.  Cassandra and Nolan were merely witnesses.  Cassandra trusted Gia, and Nolan didn’t know what the hell was going on.

By the time the blonde was free the blue pill had taken affect.  Liberated, but still under threat she retreated back in the room.  “Stop.”  Gia said.  Surprisingly to everyone, though not using an authorative tone the blonde responded, furthermore at the instruction she seemed to calm.  “Are you scared?”

“Yes.”  The blonde confessed, though she was not acting scared.

Gia beckoned with her finger for the Blonde to approach.

She did.

Kimberly’s mouth dropped.  “How are you doing……?”

Gia held up her finger to silence Kimberly.  “I know you’re scared because we are going to eat you, but if you’ll just relax you’ll find that that’s what you really want too.”  Gia put her arm around the blonde’s waist and started walking her to the patio doors.  As she approached them two male servants on the other side opened them to reveal a giant hollow bronze bull in front of a peer of fire.  “You want to give us what we want, don’t you?”

The Blonde seemed confused but calmly kept walking towards the Brazen Bull.  It was an ancient Greek torture device, but Cassandra could compared how it would easily bake the helpless blonde who seemed unalarmed by how easily the bull could be pushed back over the fire behind it.  “Yes.”

“You want to make me happy.”  Gia walked the blonde right up to the bull.

“I think…. I think I do.”  The blonde now completely relaxed, as if only the vexation of not knowing how to please her murderers was her only problem.

“Be a dear and get in the bull for me.” Gia smiled and kissed the blonde dinner on her cheek.

The blonde blushed and began to climb in the bronze bull, to be sealed in by Gia once helpless inside.  Gia stepped back; the male servants stepped forward and pushed the bull back over the fire.

“What the fuck!” Kimberly said in disbelief.

Cassandra realized the pill worked as some kind of hypnotic aid, or brainwasher.

Gia strolled over to Nolan.  “If you could have total control over any woman, who would it be?”

“My Specialist Math Teacher.” Nolan said, unsure of what to make of what he had just witnessed.

“Is she beautiful?”  Gia asked playfully

“Yes.”  Nolan admitted, not worried about reveling crushes or being judged.

“But that’s not why you want to control her is it?”  Gia knew Nolan’s mind.  Boys all thought the same, and geeks all had the same design.

“She gave me a B minus.” Nolan seemed angry.  Nolan wanted power.

“Give her this pill.  Slip it into a drink, or trick her to take it; in thirty seconds all she will want in the world is for you to tell her what to do.”  Gia handed over a small silver pill case.  “The first one is free; the second will cost you Ten Thousand dollars US.”  Gia smiled.  Inside the bronze bull the metal had heated to the point the blondes muffled screams could be heard.  She had started cooking.

“You never stopped to think things like this are the reason the NSA want you gone.”  Kimberly said.  Cassandra didn’t know if she was angry at being kept in the dark or angry because Gia demonstrate the ability to control anyone.  “Presidents holiday here.  What secrets might they tell if given one of those pills.”

Gia was not thrown.  “What orders might they make whilst under my control.”  She was relishing in her accomplishment.  “What do you think Cassy?”  Gia asked Cassandra.

Cassandra smiled to both Kimberly and Gia.  “This is a conversation for another time I feel.”  She walked towards Nolan how was passionately grasping his pill case.  “This is Nolan’s first meal.  The mood should be lighter.”  Cassandra had many questions, but the nature of all of them told her they were best reserved for a private audience.

Kimberly seemed to pick up on Cassandra’s reservations.  “Quiet right little sister.  Another dinner’s conversation.”

The screams were becoming more intense.  The blonde had reached the point in cooking were she could feel everything and escape nothing.  “A shame we can’t watch her suffer, but rest assured Nolan; she’s having the experience of her life.”  Gia sat them down and began an anecdote about a Chinese diplomat; any intelligence agency in the world would have like to be privy to the information that Gia used as pre-dinner conversation.

The curvy blonde lay helpless on her back, paralysis induced by cooked muscles; the beauty had been baled inside the bull.  Once the bronze had heated it had been removed from the fire and she had been cooked at a gently cooling temperature till, once cooled, she could be safely removed from the Brazen Bull.  She breathed shallowly and quickly.  Gia sat at the head of the table watching the subtle expressions of the meal.  Lilianna had stepped forward to carve.  Nolan being the guest got first pick.

“Shoulder and arm.” He finally said, picking up on the pause.  Lilianna tested the meat with the blade.  The blonde was not cooked deeply so she carved shallowly from her shoulder and bicep.  To Cassandra’s observations Nolan liked womens necklines and arms; his preference as an artist.  The blonde watched; and Nolan watched; and Gia marveled at her pill at work.

“You want this.” Gia said sincerely to the dinner.  “You really do.”  It sounded as if it was something she had always wanted; willing meat.

Nolan served, Lilianna set about seeing to Gia and Nolan’s mouth dropped as he saw what selection she was having.  Once Gia had been seen to Kimberly and Komatsu were served, then finally Cassandra claiming the delicate meat from her belly.  The conversation was civil as they ate and did not pause as the dinner expired quietly as they bantered.

As the Maids appeared to clear the table Rachael was amongst them.  She giggled and beamed a smile at Nolan.  Gia picked up on the exchange.

“Rachael entertained Nolan this morning.”  Cassandra filled her Mistress in.

“Really!  Do you like her Nolan?” Gia asked.

“Very much so.”  Nolan replied.

“Then please retire with her now.  She may stay with you for the night.” Gia smiled and dismissed Nolan from the table.

Nolan rose.  “Thank you for a delightful evening.” He said and mustered away, eager to get Rachael back to his room.

“Do you think Nolan will eat Rachael next Harvest?”  Cassandra asked Gia after Nolan had left, seeking her experience.

“That will surprisingly be up to Rachael.”  Gia said watching the pair make their way back to Nolan’s room.  “If he is really special to her, Nolan will probably make an offer to emancipate her and keep her for himself.  If every guest she entertains is treated the same way as he is, Nolan will feel cheated; and torture; and cook; and eat her.”  Gia already had an understanding of her new Maids.  Cassandra knew she wasn’t saying it, but chances were Nolan would feel cheated by the undemanding nature of Rachael’s affections and the ease at which they were offered to others.  “But Nolan has not become a maniac Cassandra.” Gia complimented on Cassandra’s work.  “Well done.”

“Yes, good job Cassy.” Kimberly followed with.

Cassandra dipped her head and smiled.  Kimberly and Komatsu took their leave and left Cassandra with her Mistress.

“Now Cassy, a test.” Gia turned her attention to Cassandra.  Their time in this room was short as the Estates servants gathered to finish of the meat of the blonde under Lilianna’s supervision.

“A test?”  Cassandra queried.

“Yes.  Punishable by a night on my cross if gotten wrong.” Gia smiled deviously at Cassandra.  “Whom should you spend the night with?  Randy or I?”

Cassandra’s eyes opened widely.  Was it a trick?  She stared at her Mistress gauging for the correct response, but Gia was on her game; she gave nothing away.  “Ummm.”  Cassandra verbalized, not sure what to say.

“Come, come Cassy your answer.”  It was of course a trick.  Gia was just on a power rush after testing her pill.  No answer would result in Cassandra not being tested by her silver needle; the downside to being owned by a loving sadist.

Part 4.  One Month into Autumn.

Chapter 1.  A Particular Kind of Woman.

Don Mateus an elderly Portuguese man who had not suffered at the recent financial crisis that gripped his country was short, bearded, and portly.  He wore a grey suit, unbuttoned, and his large gut hung in front of him.  He had badly cratered skin and the blue veins on his red nose suggested he drank too much.  He was accommodating that assumption with a brandy in his hand.  It was only ten o’clock; morning tea time.  “Where is Miss Eros?”  He said.  His English was perfect but his accent heavy.

Kimberly, being the senior of the two girls answered.  “Our Mistress…”

Don Mateus interjected with a tut and a raised finger.  He had not been introduced to Cassandra.

“Pardon me Don Mateus.  This is Cassandra Blake.  She is an intern to Mistress Eros as I once was.  We are working together to help lighten Miss Eros’s load whilst she deals with some internal affairs of the Estate.”

Cassandra smiled.  Gia’s latest internal struggle involved abducting the daughter of an intended rebel and offering her safe return for a concrete assurance of passive acceptance of her position.  The daughter was in the process of being returned; minus a kidney.

Having accepted the introduction Don Mateus continued.  “It doesn’t matter who I speak to.  Something must be done.  All you have are these American girls this year.”

Kimberly took lead again.  “The Americans were by far the most popular last year, so we arranged to have more this year.  If there perhaps another Nationality or ethnic type you would like I’m sure we can provide it in a timely manner?”  Both Kimberly and Cassandra sat legs uncrossed facing Don Mateus.  The man still didn’t seem satisfied.

“No; American; European; African.  Who cares?  I don’t want a girl.  I want a woman!”  He gestured with both arms, spilling some of his brandy, as if he was summoning a wave to come to him.  Despite the fact that he would rape and torture the person he spoke of, Don Mateus was clearly not inclined to young women.  It was a quality in a very strange way.

Cassandra, who despite being the junior, picked up on Don Mateus’s intent.  “You don’t want an innocent Don.  You want a woman who as some……invitation of our indulgences.  Bad?!”  Cassandra used the term “bad” as a test to further narrow the type he was after.

The Don chuckled.  “As bad as you can get.”  He said.

Kimberly stepped in with the follow up questions.  “Blond; Brunette; Redhead.”

“Just bad.  Strong body; angelic face; sin in her poise.”  Portuguese translated to English is difficult as the romantic language lends to a more emotive description that English sometimes can’t pick up on.

“We will do our best.  When would you like her by?”  Kimberly asked rising indicating their meeting was finished.  “Tomorrow morning.  I want to spend all day on her before I eat her.”

Kimberly didn’t let the difficulty of the short timeframe show.  She smiled.  Cassandra rose and smiled as well.  Both girls shook Don Mateus’s hand.  The Portuguese usually kissed woman of both cheeks, but there position under Gia accorded them more reverence and the Don, though demanding, didn’t dare test his limits to service.

As he left the room Kimberly turned to Cassandra.  “What do you think? Pretty Dominatrix!”

“I don’t know.  Rock band groupie?”

Kimberly sighed.  Her facial tick kicked in.  She’d managed to repress it throughout the meeting.  “I need a night out.  Away from the cannibalism and the sexual torture, you know.” 

Kimberly smiled at Cassandra and she felt genuine support from her pseudo sister.

“Let’s take the night off.  We’ll hit a biker bar in Jerez.  Pick up some two wheeler trash for the Don and have some fun.”  She wasn’t showing neglect for her mission, she just seemed to want to have some fun with it.

“Do they even have biker bars in Spain?”  Cassandra asked slightly surprised at the notion.

“On the coast.”  Kimberly started walking out of the room.  “And get your pet Kaley or that little Maid Giselle to get you off before we go.  I don’t want to have to go down on you in a car park.”  Kimberly turned her head and poked her tongue out at Cassandra as she left the room.

“Bitch.”  Cassandra playfully said, but the point stood.  Spending a couple of hours with Kaley couldn’t hurt.

Chapter 2. “En El Polo”

“En El Polo.  I’ve heard that phrase before.”  Cassandra said reading the neon sign above the coastal shack bar with dozens of American style bikes in front of it.

“It means, on the pole.  It’s what they say to the spit muffins before they mount them for the gyro.”  Kimberly answered casually, perfect comfortable with the act of murder in that manner.

Cassandra was less taken aback than she would have been before returning to the Estate.  “Are we dress ok for this place?”  She asked.  She was wearing slashed jeans and a white sweater top that slightly revealed her belly and was loose around her neck, showing enough skin to catch the eye.

“You worried we’re gonna get raped or something?”  Kimberly said in a fair more precarious little black dress.  “This bar tailors to poser American bikers on holidays and local mechanics.  Real bikers can’t afford a ticket to Spain, and don’t have passports.”  She smiled at Cassandra.  “We’ll be fine.”

“We’re going to get hit on.”  Cassandra said, stating the obvious.

Kimberly knocked on the driver’s side window of the car they had been chauffeured in.  Charles it seemed had a car on every continent and merely flew from one country to the next to drive Gia’s kin at her will.  The car window came down with an electric hum.  “Charles, Cassy’s worried about unwanted male attention.  What are you carrying?”

“A Glock G31 in my vest, and a Thompson sub-machine gun under the dash.”  He replied his face unexpressive as ever.

“Thompson?”  Kimberly questioned distracted from Cassandra’s concerned.  “Like in those old gangster movies?”

“Mistress Eros has a flair for antiquities.” He replied and pressed the button for the window to go up.

“Ok.”  Cassandra conceded.  “So we’re packing.”

The pair walked to the front door and had every slumming prep-boy-tourist; local greaser; and middle aged America wanna-be-biker on the veranda checking them out.  Cat-calls and whistles, a couple of beckoning calls; not from the bolder men, but from the stupid who think women like them would come at a holler.  Kimberly pushed the door open, a wry smile came on her face as she saw the splintered and worn wood panels and tables lacquered and chipped.  At the back of the bar was a pathetic excuse for a stage with a striper’s pole shining over the dim lighting.  Classic rock played, but it was not so loud to overpower the quests chatter.  Everyman was looking at them as if they were meat; the irony being, they both nearly had been.  “Cassy.”  Kimberly paused as she turned to two open stools on the bar.  “Let's get shitfaced.”

In America Cassandra was underage.  Here in Spain, she didn’t even need to show ID.  Not out of competition, but out of solidarity of spirit she slapped her hand on the bar twice.  “Dos Tequilas ahora” she shouted and Kimberly laughed and seemed to relax that Cassandra was onboard.  The pair were bound through Gia, but Cassandra did want someone in her life she could have; a counterpart to the strange bondage she lived in.  And furthermore, Kimberly had broken free from it and made her own life.  Luxuriating in Society life, but returning to Gia by choice.

The shots arrived.  Kimberly raised the shot glass in a salute.  “To sisters.”

Bam.  They both slammed them down.  Kimberly face was composed, her tick flinched, but otherwise she handled her liquor with ease.

Cassandra on the other hand was not used to spirits.  She coughed and spluttered trying to catch her breath as the alcohol shocked her throat.

“A ha.  Little Cassy talks a tough game, but can’t handle Tequila.”  Kimberly took a mocking stern look.  “You must be punished for your failure.”  She slammed her hand on the bar.  “Dos Tequila ahora.”  Cassandra put her hand on her forearm to try and get her to slow down, but no sooner had she caught her breath than the next two shots came.  Kimberly raised the glass again in salute.  “To Mistresses.”

Bam.  Cassandra nearly fell back off her chair.  Kimberly laughed again, not the slightest phased by the spirit.  She and Komatsu had sake for breakfast instead of coffee.

“Shit we’ve got to slow down.”  Cassandra said looking down at the bar.

“Why Cassy?  Afraid if you get drunk you’re gonna get horny.”  Kimberly touched her exposed skin through the torn jeans.  It was not sexual, if anything it was a reassurance Kimberly was looking out for her.  Cassandra just had to choose to trust her.

“I’m afraid; we’ll get to drunk to find a woman for Don Mateus.”  Cassandra straightened herself and turned to survey the bars occupants.

Kimberly was way ahead of her.  “There’s a cute Redhead with the poser joke by the juke-box; too young.”  Cassandra followed Kimberly’s direction.  “Now, those two are biker chicks, but I think a little too old and they have the looks that they’ve picked something up from the experience that comes with age.”  Cassandra shifted to the woman Kimberly referred to.  One was attractive, but she had bad complexion at a late age; testimony to poor hygiene or perhaps confirmation of Kimberly’s subtle hint of an STD.  So far it wasn’t going well.  “The night is young.  We’re early.  Bad girls don’t come out till late.”  Kimberly turned back to the bar.  “Dos Tequila ahora.”

“Oh shit.” Said Cassandra and turned to drink with her sister.

Americans are viewed as arrogant in Europe and Cassandra expected an American tourist looking for a memorable night to be the first to hit on them; but the Spanish are bolder, and it wasn’t till the third local had been shot down, not even allowed to buy them a drink, that the Americans starting coming.  To them, Cassandra learn, Kimberly was not polite.  Once Cassandra even felt like apologizing for the harshness of a rebuke.

Some activity stirred behind them and they got a reprieve in advances.  Cassandra was drunk; Kimberly was holding it together well.  “How’d you meet Gia anyway?”  Cassandra asked.  It was the most obvious question she could ask her, but it had only occurred to her now.

Kimberly’s tick flinched.  “I lived in Philadelphia.  I went to a rave when I was twenty-one, took a pill of ecstasy; woke up hanging naked from a meat hook in a shipping container.”

Cassandra went ghostly pale.  Cassandra had been saved from being eaten to get her internship, but Kimberly’s journey started much darker.

“After a boat ride I was delivered to the slaughterhouse where one by one the girls I’d been transported with were selected by a beautiful woman and disappeared.  One day as she perused me I spat on her. She had me taken down and strapped to a cross in her room and tortured me with a needle for days till I had a nervous breakdown.”  Cassandra didn’t know what to say.  She’d been through a similar thing, less intense, but the edge of Kimberly’s voice hinted that she was still damaged by her early experience with Gia.  “That’s how I developed my tick.  Physiological manifestation of a nervous condition bought on by hours of unrelenting torture.”  Kimberly touched the side of her face as if expecting it to fire at its mention.  “Gia liked the way I suffered.  And as you know, when you are dominated, and under total control, you fall in love with your torturer.”

“How long were you her pain slave?”  Cassandra asked.  As much as she loved Gia she felt great empathy for Kimberly’s journey.

“I don’t know, nearly all Autumn.  But then rewards came for correct behavior, and submissively I obeyed.  I studied; I learnt; and I evolved.”  Kimberly realized that she had taken the story too dark.  She straightened her neck and forced a little mood.  “Something you have to watch out for as you train your Kaley, Cassandra.”  Kimberly just slapped the bar; the bartender knew what they were drinking by now.  “It goes both ways.  As the slave falls in love with the Mistress; the Mistress falls in love with the slave.”

Cassandra was inebriated but the message was received.  “It goes both ways.” She parroted, and the next day her sober mind would understand her Sister.  Cassandra’s little epiphany was interrupted.

“It’s been a good three minutes sense we’ve been hit on.  What’s going on?”  Kimberly was showing signs of being drunk now too.  She surveyed the room and with a gasp clutched at Cassandra.  “Lookie here!”

Cassandra turned, woozily, to see a Spanish beauty dancing on the stage.  Raven haired, dark gorgeous eyes; and a sinful, toned figure covered in tattoos and fishnet stockings.  She didn’t dance on the pole, though she was fit enough to, but leant over a stool proudly displaying a tight, perfect rear.  Her waist was narrow and in the pose she looked like a greyhound. “We found our woman.”  Cassandra said, head swimming.  “She looks bad.”

“I do want to punish her on sight.”  Kimberly, suddenly sober on adrenaline turned to meet the bartender as he bought the shots.  “Who’s that woman on stage?”  She asked.

“Esmeralda!”  The man said surprised.  “She’s the reason everybody comes here.  Bitch gets paid out of the bar till.  Makes more than any of us for twenty minutes of dancing.”  He left the drinks and stormed down the bar, clearly not a fan of the operator’s payroll distribution.

“Cassy.”  Kimberly said pushing the two shots away.

“Yep.”  Cassandra said, drunk.

“You’re the smart one.  How the hell are we going to abduct Esmeralda?”  Kimberly was all business.

Cassandra hic-upped.  “Lap dance.”  Cassandra was brilliant even under all kinds of pressure.  A mind muddled by alcohol was far less limiting than someone asking you to give them a reason not to eat you.

“That would get us alone with her.” Kimberly conceded.

“Get a lap dance, take her out back.”  Cassandra, beyond knowing her limits took the shot off the bar and drank it.  It was easier to handle the drunker you were.  Kimberly rose and approached a large man in a black t-shirt with black jeans by the side of the bar.  Though she couldn’t see from her stool he had a name tag in English that said “Big Andy”.  Big Andy was on hand to make sure no one tried to get up on stage with Esmeralda.  Cassandra couldn’t hear what Kimberly was saying to the big man, but he shook his head.  Kimberly took as step back and from her purse produced a wad of cash.  She started counting out bills.  Cassandra deduced that Esmeralda didn’t give lap dances, but Big Andy seemed to be coming on side as Kimberly continued to flick out notes.  She held, what must have been 2000 Euro’s out to him.

Big Andy had been bought.  He moved away from his position and closer to the edge of the stage.  Esmeralda, not breaking from dance strutted over to him and leaned in.  Big Andy whispered something to her and she looked at Kimberly.  Kimberly fanned the cash and Esmeralda nodded to Big Andy who returned to Kimberly, who then in tandem came back to Cassandra.  “We go out back when she finishes her show and she’ll give us a private dance.”

Cassandra’s head wavered from the Tequila.  “Do you ever feel sorry for them Kimberly?”  Cassandra asked, reflecting on what was about to happen.

“To get of Gia’s cross I had to stop thinking of people as people.  We’re all just meat, and the biggest predator wins.”

Chapter 3.  Is That Even Your Real Name?

Big Andy guided them back through the brown wooden door with a marbled window and clear sign that read “Privado”.  It looked like the door to a detective agency from the noir films.  Kimberly walked through first and Cassandra followed.  Big Andy closed the door behind them leaving them to the stripper’s hospitality.  Intuition told Cassandra that they were not worried about trouble with Esmeralda from two delicate girls, and Esmeralda didn’t seemed worried either.  She smiled a vixen’s smile, but it had the hunger for the cash Kimberly had fanned behind it.

“You girls want a private dance?”  Esmeralda said in the hallway.

“Sweaty” Kimberly said talking down to her.  “We’re taking everything you have to offer.”

Esmeralda clearly liked being desired, and she clearly liked money.  “I’m no whore, but, you add another ten bills to that cash fan of yours and you can touch whatever you want.”  She turned and started walking down that hall.  It became obvious there were no private rooms for lap dances.  They were going to Esmeralda’s change room.

Cassandra was taking the back seat, but she could see Kimberly getting the lay out.  A door with a green light above it saying “Salida” was just a few strides past the room they turned into.  Esmeralda’s changing room consisted of a seat, a make-up bench and a large mirror.  There was a wooden bar with hooks that her normal cloths hung from; nothing of interest.  Esmeralda took her chair and placed it in the centre of the room and looked at Kimberly.

“Esmeralda?”  Kimberly said calculating the distance from the changing room to the exit.  “Is that even your real name?”

“Giving me a pet name means regular deposits.”  Esmeralda took the cash from Kimberly’s hand.

Kimberly pulled out her phone and looked surprised as Esmeralda kept looking at her.  “Oh.” She said.  “The dance is for my friend.  She’s shy, but she just wants to eat you up.”  Kimberly was texting, and Cassandra knew it was to Charles, telling him to drive around the back door for an easy exit.  As Cassandra took her seat, not sure how this would go down, Esmeralda provocatively started moving her hips from side to side.  The only thing she wore was a satin g-string and the stripper shuffled forward, hops still motioning sideways.

“You want to see it now; or should I tease you first.”  The Spanish accent was provocative to American ears.

Esmeralda’s eyes were convincing in seduction and it liberated Cassandra.  “I want to bight your belly.”  Cassandra said, partially because of the Tequila and partially because Esmeralda’s sleek stomach looked mouthwatering to her.

“Oooh.  You don’t want to see my prize just yet.”  Esmeralda hunched forward, mounting Cassandra so her naked breast were at head level.  “Kiss me twice first.”  She said, clearly requesting her nipple be sucked.

Cassandra complied, but in honesty her breast were ice cold.  Esmeralda was acting a part, superbly, but her chest was not flushed with passion.  It made Cassandra a little angry, and concreted a dark part of her that took new as Society she could take what she demanded.  Were Esmeralda hers like Kaley, she would be punished for the lake of arousal.  A realization.  Esmeralda would be punished, and Esmeralda’s sexuality for sale suddenly seemed just cause to hand her over to the Don.  Cassandra smiled and turned her gaze to Kimberly who nodded and started to shift into position behind Esmeralda.  “Esmeralda.  Is that even your real name.”  Cassandra dressed the stripper.

“It is for you Blondie.” She replied playfully ignorant of the situation.

Cassandra had developed a sense of standing in the Estate and being called Blondie by a stripper vexed her slightly.  “I’m going to ask for an invitation to eat you.”  She said, and her face portrayed the confidence of her Mistresses.

Esmeralda clearly sought she meant Cunninglingus as stepped back, inches from Kimberly now situated behind her.  “Touching only.  I no whore……..”

Kimberly clamped one hand around her mouth and pushed her thumb into the soft spot between the base of the ear and the neck.  Esmeralda’s eyes went wide and beautiful in shock and she struggled, but the blocking of the flow of blood to her brain quickly subdued her.  “Why are people heavier unconscious?”  Kimberly said as she lowered Esmeralda to the floor.

Cassandra was impressed, and after a moment’s reflection on how well Kimberly had taken down a woman equal to her weight she said.  “Where do you guys learn that stuff?”

Kimberly smiled.  “Cassy, you’ve got the brains, leave the martial arts to us hunters.”

Chapter 4.  Anatomy of Rape.

“Magnifico.”  Don Mateus circled Esmeralda as she hung from the centre of the room.  Sin bound captive.

“Happy Don Mateus?”  Kimberly asked, knowing the answer.

Esmeralda’s eyeliner ran down her face with her tears of fear, but the victim raged in a furious captivity.  She spun around; contorted her muscles kicked at the out of reach Don as her circled her.  She wouldn’t let him get behind her.  She hung suspended on tip-toe from the roof of the brick building whose walls were lined with sex toys and devices to inflict pain from every empire and period...  A furnace burned so ever item could be heated to add to its effect.  The stripper was not gagged and a string of obscenities and threats in Spanish came in an angry determined tone.  Her helplessness did not seem to have dawned on her.  It was as if she believed her fury could keep what must have been evident at bay.  Her muscles were taught, her skin clean, oiled and ready to be lashed.  She darted her eyes between Kimberly and Cassandra cursing and crying. 

She turned her anger to Don Mateus.  “You’ll have more luck raping the virgin Mary.”  She said in English.

“Very happy.” Don Mateus said, turning to smile at the girls as if Esmeralda’s performance was background noise; like a jukebox playing in a bar.  “Will you lovely ladies join me for dinner tonight?”  The Don asked jovially.

“I’m afraid my husband would be jealous if I dined with anyone but him.”  Kimberly said and started moving to the exit.  “But Cassandra will join you” Kimberly decided for her.

Cassandra despite her hesitation at Cannibalism knew the Estate was one giant social event, and eating of the captured meat was required.  “I’d love to Don Mateus” she said, without a hint of the hesitation she felt.

“She likes bellies.”  Kimberly added as the pair left the room.  It signified the end of their duties and the beginning of Esmeralda’s true ordeal.  As they left the room dedicated to torture Kimberly vocalized a musing thought.  “I wonder how long it will take him?”

“What will take him?”  Cassandra asked.

Kimberly stopped dead in her tracks.  She took unclipped her necklace and pulled of her wedding ring.  She thread the gold chain through the wedding ring so it dangled.  “When a man has sex with a woman she submits.”  Kimberly let the chain hang loose, holding the ring, and put her finger through the circumference.  “Don Mateus’s will rape her.  His game is beating the woman down.”  Kimberly now held the end of the chain, the ring swung slightly.  As she tried to place her finger through the dangling ring it was knocked from side to side indicating the difficulty of sex without submission.  “The act of rape is achieved through strict restraint, inebriation, surrender through fear, or immobilization from injury.”

Cassandra had not thought on the matter.  Her activities with Kaley had always been accommodated through Lilianna’s discipline; or the fear of Lilianna’s discipline.  She knew what gratification she got from Kaley came from fear.  “She’s going to fight.”  Cassandra realized.

“She’ll loose.  And when she does he’ll rape her and then eat her.”  As Kimberly placed her jewelry back on Esmeralda’s first muffled scream filled the air, it was followed with more Spanish damning obscenities.  “I’d have a snack something this afternoon.  “You’re going to have a late dinner.”

Interlude to Chapter 5.

“This is becoming a real drag.”  Randy had Cassandra pinned against the wall.  He wasn’t intimidating her, just signifying he had some claim over her.  He pulled her hands out to the side so she hung cruciform against the wall and leant in and claimed his kiss.

Cassandra had learnt she was a submissive, a clever one who got what she wanted, but a submissive none the less.  As the prolong kiss parted she smiled at her boyfriend for the past month, and hopefully the distant future.  “I have responsibilities to Gia.  I have to entertain a guest tonight.”

“What about our time together.  I’m leaving tomorrow.”  Randy wanted Cassandra to himself.  Already he started to crave the normality of the affection of their relationship despite the fact he could clearly be classified as a serial killer.

“I’ll come by after.”  Cassandra broke away from his hold.  Randy offered no real insistence to keep her at the mercy of his affections.  “I’ll send a treat to your room; one that will make up for it.”  As she pardoned herself she kissed him briefly on the lips again.  She had an idea he would just love.

Chapter 5.What Every Boy (With a Fetish For Vivisection) Wants.

Sweet, petite and with a youthful flair Anetta had started dressing herself and Giselle.  She ordered clothes from designers and flea markets alike and mixed and matched to create her own interpretation of what Cassandra’s helpers should look like.  Cassandra was proud and relieved that the bright summer colours they wore showed signs of happiness, but realized the flimsy and scanty nature was a mark of their upbringing.  The pair where sexual creatures and showed it, even if the affections they shared were only for each other, the twin beds Cassandra had had placed in their room had been pushed together.  Cassandra was conflicted like a big sister at the display sexuality from such innocents, but accepting had the two beds replaced with a queen size as way of giving her blessing.  Giselle was the submissive of the too having less time with liberty and never having escaped the Estate.  But Anetta was caring and only demanding when they worked.  Giselle though capable at her tasks lacked Anetta skill and creativity.

The two young women from the slaughterhouse sat quietly as Anetta and Giselle applied the detail that polished off their appearance.  Both had slender angelic faces; the first had obviously had a boob-job, but Anetta had complemented it by peroxideing the tips, and strands of hair platinum blonde, giving her an artificial but still stunning feel.  The second had smaller natural mounds of breast and Anetta died all her hair platinum.  Anetta understood the job at hand; she needed to make the girls similar, but not too much like, Cassandra.  Both girls had the same long slender legs and gentle curves of Cassandra, both shared her grave full arms and perfect flat belly.  The two captive girl’s acquiescence was largely due to two little blue pills Cassandra had requested from Gia.  Having gotten the pills she traveled back to the slaughterhouse with its Southern feel and religious blues music strangely at home in the horror of the site.  Bryce had taken her on a tour of the cells out back.  Cassandra had selected the two most beautiful girls she could find and with Bryce as muscle, force feed them the pills.  Half an hour later she emerged with two obedient angels who were taken back to her room and washed, and then seated where they were now, being touched up for Randy.

“They’re very pretty.”  Anetta said hopefully from pride of her work.  Giselle was silent.

“They’re a present for Randy.  He’s leaving tomorrow afternoon.  I want to give him something to remember his trip by.”  The Cassandra of ten months ago couldn’t have known she would be offering the lives of two young women for the whims of her handsome and disturbed, yet extremely capable boyfriend.  All the extremes she had taken; cannibalism; torture; master of slaves, had come from developing relationships and thereby establishing a norm of protocol under un-policed liberty.  Cassandra sighed at the memory of making out with boys in the back of their cars.  It seemed so strange that letting a boy feel you up was once a way to create a memorable experience for him.  Life without limits certainly created desensitization.  “They do look perfect Anetta.  Excellent work.  You too Giselle.”

The shy little Maid and lover to her friend smiled at the praise.

“Done.” Anetta decried as she stepped back, and Giselle finished up and stepped back too.

Cassandra viewed the two naked girls.  “Rise please ladies.”  Cassandra said, and in the unknown hypnotic state the two girls were in, they both rose and turned to face her.  Slender and lean, beautiful in vulnerability and in state the girls wanted to be commanded.  “Now.” Cassandra said to her two little helpers.  “We need to dress these helpless lasses so they look absolutely appetizing.”

“Gift wrapping.” Anetta said.  It was cheek.  Her little friend had developed a mischievous nature as an accessory to the crime of sending the two lovely girls to their fate.

Cassandra did not correct her, given her upbringing it was perhaps liberating for Anetta to be casual at the two girls fate, comfortable she would never share it.  “Lingerie and high heels.  Jewelry and shiny things.”  Cassandra paused.  “I want them to look like Victoria Secrets models.”

Anetta given her love of reading fashion magazines knew exactly the effect that Cassandra was after.  Anetta through experience and talent sized up the two drugged victims measurements and with the confident proclamation of “I’ll be back” hastily took her leave.

The now stunning, doomed women wavered but stood at ease in front of Cassandra.  Giselle fidgeted off to the side, not relaxing as her work was not yet finished.  Giselle and Cassandra had not spent time alone before, and though she trusted Anetta would be prompt Cassandra seized the moment to get at the mind of Giselle.

“How are you?”  She said to Giselle.

“Fine.”  Came the brief response.  Giselle looked at Cassandra who smiled at her.  Slowly the little Maid, less than a year younger than Cassandra started to realize Cassandra was interested in her.  “I like games.” Giselle said, perhaps she did not have the confidence to ask Cassandra for something and so hinted as she dared.

“Would you like me to get some games for you?”  Cassandra asked happily.

“Yes please Mistress.”  As Giselle relaxed Cassandra became aware of a flirtation in her body language.  The strange though occurred to her the scanty nature of her an Anetta’s attire was largely due to Giselle being a naturally sexual creature.  It fitted with what she had experienced from Geppetto.  In Anetta he would have encouraged her talent for grooming; in Giselle her skill at Cunninglingus had no doubt seen the need for her sexuality to be developed, or vise versa.

“You’re a very pretty Maid Giselle.”  Cassandra tested.

The response came.  Giselle blushed and smiled.  “I think you’re pretty too.”

Cassandra stepped forward and hugged the Maid, rewarding her honesty with affection.  Naturally she had no interest in taking advantage of Giselle’s talents, but she now knew the means to deal with her was as an object of affection.  Cassandra would have to praise her appearance and encourage her to express it, without forcing Anetta to follow.  Cassandra had saved them both and wanted to see where their particular talents would take them given time to develop.  As Cassandra engaged Giselle in conversation about what kinds of games she liked Anetta returned, carrying very little clothing that was sure to make a very big statement.  The victims, whose names Cassandra didn’t want to know submitted to the fitting and with only minor adjustments were perfectly clad to appeal to Randy.  Cassandra took her leave, dismissing the Maids to free time and headed to Randy’s room with his presents.

One of the perks of being indentured to the Estate was the Master key she used to open Randy’s door.  She stewarded the two drugged subjects into the room and once inside simply said, “I would really appreciate it if you got on the bed.”  The girls obeyed.  Already Cassandra had learnt the commands given to those one the blue pills worked best is the subject believed they were giving the controller what they wanted.  The controller could be anyone.  Cassandra curiously wondered what would happen to a subject if two people gave conflicting commands.  She picked up the phone and he operator voice came through loud and clear as always.

“Yes Mistress Blake.”

“Please have a servant send word to Randy Kennedy that I am waiting for him in his room.”  Cassandra hung up the phone and to a final examination of her present.  “A man is coming” she said to the two helpless.  “He is the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and you want…. You really want more than anything to do exactly as he commands.”  To Cassandra satisfaction, both girls gave a hazy smile.

Randy thinking he was about to get lucky, but not knowing how lucky, must have run to the room for he was there in just over a minute.  He came through the door smiling his smug smile, but it dropped to an open gape as he saw his present.

Cassandra smiled Gia’s dominatrix smile, something that had come to her naturally a moments like this.  “Happy birthday Mr. President.”

The two girls, recently encouraged at the notion of Randy gave a smile of excited delirium and flexed in seductive poise.

Randy was overwhelmed into motionlessness.  Lovingly bombarded with adolescent fantasy brought true.

Cassandra walked forward and kissed him on the check.  “They’ve been drugged and will do whatever you tell them to.  Anything at all.”  She walked past her boyfriend, usually such a casual playboy, still stunned by the eroticism of the scene and potential Cassandra had created.  “Do anything you like, I’ll be by after my dinner assignment and then, again, we can do anything our like.”  As Cassandra left she smiled to herself.  She felt like the most awesome girlfriend in the world.  She would have to look into the dominatrix role a little more.  It was; satisfying.

Chapter 6.  “En El Polo” 2

Cassandra had developed perfect timing.  She navigated the Estate like Lilianna and had developed the knack for appearing exactly when needed.  The trick was to follow the natural flow of the servants.  They moved as a group around the guests and if the cluster of them headed in one direction an event justifying their need was taking place.  Cassandra followed Tomas shadowed by two Maids one the ebony with the short afro Tricia; the other the Italian Maid Florence.  As they exited the Estate House Cassandra followed walking out onto a patio where a spit was set up awaiting Esmeralda.  Don Mateus was overseeing the operation, either pretending to be in charge, or deluded into believing it.

“Don Mateus” Cassandra said with a curtsey.  She wore a short blue cocktail dress, but had not gone to excessive effort on the surface.  Below the surface she wore red lingerie for her after dinner encounter with Randy.  Red signifying he could punish her like the girls now definitely helpless at his whims.

“Menina Bacana.”  The Don said briefly and turned his attention back to the preparation of the spit. 

The subdued compliment of “Nice girl.” Was reassuring that the Don had no confusion of Cassandra’s duties towards him.

“I trust Esmeralda was to your liking.”  Cassandra took the Don by the hand and guided him away from the spit towards the dinner table being set up for the el fresco dining.

“She fought tremendously, and when she broke, retribution for her sins came assuredly.”  The Don was surprisingly civil in his description of his indulgence.

Cassandra smiled.  Over the last month her smile was becoming less of a politician’s smile and more at home with others who shared her lifestyle.  The advice given to her at her time of conflict had been to accept her lifestyle to avoid becoming a monster.

Crying could be heard coming closer as Cassandra took a sip of red wine.  Both dinners turned their attention as Esmeralda was bought to the spit.  Her body was still beautiful, but painted with lashes and paper thin burns.  Her legs, buttocks and breast had suffered the brunt of the onslaught that had reduced her from vixen to cattle.  She was softly crying and praying in Spanish as the two servants who bought fastened her to the spit.  Don Mateus picked up on the pray, both their languages being romantic and similar, and parroted it as if sharing intimacy with her.  The Don pulled a silver crucifix on a chain from beneath his shirt and kissed it as the pray finished.  Esmeralda was stretched on the spit and lifted onto the rotisserie.  In place and sentence to a slow cook all the staff exited save Tomas and the ebony Maid Tricia.  The Don sipped his Red wine and eyed the little Maid.

Cassandra had not come to excessive effort on the surface (below the dress she would blow Randy’s mind again), but she knew she looked stunning.  The Don did not seemed charmed by her appearance and watched as the busty Maid began to marinate the weeping Esmeralda, the heat not yet having taken effect.  Cassandra mind kicked into gear as did her duty of care to the guests.  “Don, you seem to like Tricia?”  Cassandra queried and also offered the name to the Don infatuation.

“She reminds me of my first victim.  A young woman in Africa who stole my wallet.”  The Don eyes hazed over and he gulped at wine.  “Two days to find her, but with so few laws in the Sudan no one cared what I did to her.”

Cassandra reflected.  “Well, you may not punish the Maid, but if you would like to charm her, perhaps she can be your companion whilst I tend to the cooking.”

The Don’s eyes lit up.  A “yes” in any language.  The Portuguese are so expressive.

“Tricia.”  Cassandra called, and the Maid parted from her duties to attend the guests.  As she came to the table Cassandra introduced the Don.  “This is Don Mateus.”

The Don smiled at the Maid and she beamed her eager smile back at him.  The Maids had no preference for appearance or age.  Everyone who showed them warmth bought out the nymph nature.

“The Don would like your company.  You have the privilege of dinning with him if you like (of course she would like), and if he likes; you are to share his company for the evening.”  Cassandra rose and signaled for the Maid to take her seat.  The Maid followed instructions and the smile at Don Mateus grew.  Cassandra, before she headed for the spit, leant to the Don ear.  A whisper of “She is not to be harmed” was acknowledge with a nod of understanding from the Don who would no doubt take up the offer to spend the night with the little sex pot.  As Cassandra walked to the spit giggles came from the couple and the Don, who was charming to innocents, began his ploy of enticing the eager Maid further.

Esmeralda was magnificent in defeat.  The element had only just started to gain heat and the warmth it radiated was not yet painful.  Esmeralda was speaking in Spanish, soft and desperate.  Cassandra did not know if she was pleading or making her peace.  “No hablar Espanol.”  Cassandra said and picked up the brush, liberally dipping it in the marinate. 

As she started to paint Esmeralda, satisfying herself by painting her belly first, Esmeralda reasoned in English.  “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes I do.”  Cassandra said without explanation of the complexity of her station.

“Please.”

Cassandra continued marinating the gloss over the exquisite figure.  Her tattoos sparkled under the marinate.  She looked appetizing.  “There are many others far more deserving of mercy who will die to our indulgences.  Sparing you would crime against them.”

“You fucking bitch.”  Esmeralda spitted realizing she was not going to get mercy.

The element was heating too slowly for Cassandra’s liking.  She turned the dial and the precision instrument responded, heat flooding out of the element.  As Esmeralda rotated away from Cassandra and toward it she cried out for the first time.  “It’s important to scream.”  Cassandra said coldly.  “It lets us know we are above you, and in control.”

Esmeralda’s breathing was heavy, dealing with the heat that would soon be beyond her durability.  As she turned around to Cassandra the marinate was steaming off her breasts, her belly, her sex and legs.  Cassandra worked fast to apply another layer.  Successfully kept moist the skin would crackle and would turn a beautiful oiled brown.

“Please.”  Esmeralda pleaded again her desperation now in contrast to her anger of moment ago.

Cassandra had already seen this.  The common placed exchange of begging.  Either barter or beg, Cassandra wondered if she would ever have a meal that would offer anything else.  She sighed. Familiarity with such a strange and erotic act of cooking someone alive told her soon Esmeralda would be begging in incoherent bursts between fighting the unbeatable heat.  Finally she would surrender and suffer overwhelmed by it.

“No you can’t…. you have to…. Stop!  Please stop.”

Esmeralda began another turn.  She had so many ahead of her Cassandra wondered why she was wasting her energy now on pointless begging.  The aroma of the marinate filled the air, it was tinged with a salty flavor that was the thin layer of fat beneath Esmeralda’s skin melting as diffusing between her skin the mix with the sauce.  Her juices were flowing; she would make for a very succulent meal.  Cassandra used to feel sorry for the meet, but Esmeralda seemed to have it coming.

Cassandra scanned the patio for observers.  Tomas had temporarily taken his leave and Tricia was as enthralled by the Don; and he with her.  Cassandra had no witnesses.  Slowly she glided her free hand down her side and unknowing to her dinner guests she lifted her short dress up and glided her finger between the lingerie and her bare skin.  She focused on Esmeralda’s belly, twitching invitingly, allowing herself to become aroused as it began to turn a golden brown.  She scratched her itch and moaned to herself.

“Cassy!”

Cassandra was sprung; she turned hastily allowing her dress to fall she meet the delighted expression of Kimberly.  Her sister not accusing her of the luid act laughed raucous.

Cassandra blushed.

Kimberly calmed and smiled.  “Ok Cassy.  Komatsu can wait.  Go meet up with Randy.”  She stepped forward and took the basting brush from Cassandra who was still embarrassed by being sprung.  Cassandra smiled, realizing her behavior was below her station, but not as bold as some of the guests behavior, started away.

“One moment.” Kimberly said and moved the side of her face to Cassandra.

Cassandra stepped forward and kissed her on the check.  “Thank you big sister.”  Cassandra said composing herself.

“You’re welcome little sister.”  Kimberly not knowing where Cassandra was up to on the basting started from scratch, applying a thick coating.  “Make sure he satisfies you.  Relationships go both ways.”

Chapter 7.  Anatomy 101.

Cassandra gently pushed the door to Randy’s suite open.  Randy was concentrating and didn’t notice the slow approach of Cassandra who skillfully removed the blue dress as she silently prowled up behind him.  Randy stood nude, erect shaft polished and still moist from sex.  The young drugged woman with the fake breast and blonde tips lay on the table, hands up around her head, fists curling battling with some seemingly phantom pain.  Randy was standing over her mid-drift and Cassandra knew exactly what he was doing.  He made a motion with his wrist and the girls knees buckled with the pain and jerked.  She was fighting intense discomfort to stay placid for him, the little blue pill having made her a driveless slave who sought to satisfy his sinister whim.  Cassandra saw the girl, the one with the dyed tips and fake breast cough.  Blood came out instead of spittle and started to roll down her cheek.  Randy took a surgical swab and caught the droplet.  “Nearly got away from you.”  He said, and having dabbed the blood he ran the swab over her lips painting them crimson red.  “You’re doing remarkably well.”  Randy said to her.  He seemed professional and totally enthralled in his work, unaware Cassandra was closing the gap between them.  “You are perhaps the most enjoyable patient I’ve ever had.”  The girls head waived from side to side, she was going into delirium.  Any woman in her state would have gone into shock, but Randy’s signature combination of coagulant and stimulant kept her alive as he performed his vivisection.

“How is the patient Dr. Kennedy.”  Cassandra said as she closed the final step to Randy.  One hand rested on his muscular back, the other reached around and embraced his erect penis.

Randy was not startled.  “Well hello nurse Blake.  Have you come to assist in the procedure?”  Randy put the scalpel down and turned as he did so Cassandra loosened her grip so she was still holding his penis once he’d turned.  His bare hands were bloody but he held them off to the side.  He kissed Cassandra mouth open.  Randy was in a passionate mood his favorite pastime adding excitement to his life.  The kiss broke away.  “Whatever you did to them is remarkable.  She’s just lying there whilst I…..”

Cassandra looked past Randy at the girl, pretty in pain and delicious in delirium.  Her belly had been cut down the center and spread from the base of her rib cage to just above her clitoris.  Her intestines had been removed and her bodily tissue was being cleared away leaving her reproductive organs exposed to the open air.  The girl was doomed, but Cassandra knew Randy would have spent his time sealing every artery and vein so she would endure her death for as long as possible.  “You do brilliant work.”  Cassandra said.  She did not find the sight at all appealing, but she supported her boyfriend’s hobby.  She had been trained by Gia to skillfully put deviant sadists at ease.  It was a sick fact that the years he had spent doing this had made him into a capable surgeon before even graduating as a doctor.  He would be a brilliant surgeon and perhaps save more lives than he’d taken.  “Kimberly took my dinner obligations from me.”  She said and stepped back allowing Randy to see the red lace lingerie.  “We can eat, and you can have me as much as you want.” 

“You’re wearing red.”  Randy pointed out.

Cassandra smiled as someone comfortable with being dominated.  “What does Randolph Kennedy want to do about it?”  Cassandra took several steps backwards towards the bed.  The other girl was lying on it still, curling her hair.  Cassandra mounted the bed and the girl in the same motion.  Verbal instructions were not required the movement was so obvious of intent.  The girl placed her hands on Cassandra’s hips and stroked her.

As if jealous Randy interrupted the immanent affection between the two ladies.  Cassandra rolled off the girl and Randy, no longer worried, felt her warmth with his bloodied hands.  “I want to taste you.”  He confessed.

“You want to eat me?”  Cassandra said for clarification.

“No.  Just taste.”  Randy swallowed, he was engaging in an intimacy he had not conceded to in the past.  “I want a part of you inside me, joining with me forever.”

Cassandra was not sure how severe this sacrifice would be.

Randy picked up on the hesitation, his confidence and ego meant he did not question Cassandra’s willingness to submit to his request, but he clarified to put her at ease as to the severity of the sacrifice.  “Just a tiny cut of your flesh from nowhere you’ll ever miss.”  Randy held her tighter, desperate for Cassandra to consent.

Cassandra had her reservation but questioned “No scaring?”

Randy smiled.  “I’m very good at giving stitches.”  He said confident his girlfriend would permit the act.  “There will be no trace.”

Cassandra took a dip breath and nodded.  As Randy happily rose to get what he needed to remove the tiniest portion of Cassandra’s flesh she surprised him by saying.  “Leave a scar.  I won’t everyone to know you’ve tasted me.”  The tension had reached its peak and with perfect timing Cassandra broke it.  She ran her finger over the belly of the blond still on the bed.  “Then we take this one to the kitchen.”

Randy returned to the bed with his fresh scalpel, needle and surgical thread.  Cassandra pulled the lace knickers down and rolled onto her belly.  Randy ran his hands over the velvet soft skin of her buttocks.  “You are the best girlfriend any guy has ever had.”

Cassandra gritted her teeth as Randy readied to cut.

The sting of the tiny V shaped cut came quickly and Cassandra turned her head over her shoulder to see, but blood had started to spill.  Another sting came over the spreading pain as Randy curled the skin back and held it with a pair of tweezers.  Gia’s needle had penetrated her muscle before and what came next matched the intensity of anything she had every done.  “Got it.”  Randy said victorious and Cassandra couldn’t believe the tiny triangle of flesh, less than a centimeter square had caused so much pain.  In a strange way Cassandra thought Gia was kind to restrain her.  The shackles gave something to fight against during the pain.  Cassandra relaxed and a series of gentle pricks came as rand set the stitches to seal the tiny wound.  He strung them tight so the flesh would meet at an indent and leave a tiny mark of their relationship. Randy placed the flesh in a ting crystal dish and kissed Cassandra’s bottom.  “Done.”  He said.  “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen.”

Cassandra pulled up the lace panties, slowly not to pull the stitches and put on her dress.  The surviving blonde was pulled and coaxed to rise as Randy dressed.  The party of three set out on the short walk to the kitchen.  On their way they passed the patio where Esmeralda had been roasting on the spit.  The Spanish vixens cooked flesh filled the surrounding area with a rich aroma.

“She smells good.”  Randy said in passing.

“That’s Esmeralda.  She’s wicked.”  Cassandra said and gently pulled along the dazed blonde who would be their supper.

As they entered the kitchen the chief was not on hand.  Florence the Maid who was busy cleaning put down a pan and stood to attention.  “At ease Florence, is the chef around?”  Cassandra said with a smile.  Florence shook her head and then survey Randy.  She seemed captivated by his looks.  Randy of course gave his smug smile and the flirtatious Maid was reminded of her station and blushed.  Cassandra broke up the interaction of allowed attraction.  “Please fetch him for us, and then come back to be on hand.  Mr. Kennedy and I will be having an unplanned dinner date this evening.  Florence looked at the lingerie glad blonde who wobbled in her haze and understood.  She nodded and ran off to fetch the chef.

Randy took advantage of the pause.  He reached for some olive oil and drizzled it over a small frying pan before placing it on heat.  Gently he took the crystal dish containing the sample of Cassandra and dropped the tiny red portion onto the pan.  It didn’t sizzle and Cassandra understood the flesh was so small anything other than gradual heat would cook it away.

“Stay” she said to the blond and again came up behind him and hugged him.

Randy indulged in the embrace but watched as the small piece of Cassandra started to brown as the oiled began to steam away.  Finally the piece was ready and Randy stabbed it with a fork.  Cassandra squeezed Randy tightly as he lifted to his mouth and placed it on his tongue.  He didn’t chew; savoring the taste of his girlfriend he rolled the meat up and down his tongue.  The flavor in his memory he briefly chewed and swallowed. 

He started to say something but Cassandra interrupted.  “Don’t verbalize it” she said softly and relaxed her grip.  Randy turned and kissed her.  By accident Cassandra could taste the sweet meat on his mouth; her sweet meat.

The intimacy of the moments was interrupted by the return of Florence, chef in tow.  “Comment puis-je server?”  The chef asked in French.  Cassandra had not yet learnt enough Spanish; French she knew a little, but the chef spoke to fast.  All the kitchen staff spoke in French so that the servants would not know if they were on the menu. 

“Pourriez-vous s’il vous plait rot ice beau morceau pour nous?”  Randy said fluently.  He gesture to the blonde girl and the chef smiled.

“Bien sur.”  He replied.

Cassandra did not know the specifics of what they had said but caught the gist.  The girl had just been sentenced to the oven.  “Stay and assist please Florence.”  Cassandra said grabbing Randy’s hand and walking him back towards his room.  “Call us when she is cooked.”  They left the kitchen and made haste back to Randy’s room.  Her flavor caught from Randy was still in her mouth.  All in all she mused; at least she knew she tasted good.

Part 5.  The Second Month of Autumn.

Prelude.

A skinny girl with hidden beauty worked away in the garden in the early hours of the morning.  Marisa’s grandmother yelled at her through a back window.  The old, bitter woman was sitting in the kitchen yelling in croaky Spanish about her porridge being too hot.  The girl in a tattered dress and shoes with no socks ignored her, knowing that if her Grandmother had any patience for her she could wait for it to cool, but also she knew she was angry they had no sugar to sweeten the porridge.  Money was scarce and Marisa picked the saffron flowers from the back garden.  When dried she could sell them to Laurentus at the general store and receive pocket money.  Money she knew she would spend to buy sugar for her Grandmother.  Despite having no one else besides each other, the pair did not get along and scraped by on the allowance they received from the Estate up the road and money Marisa earned by doing chores.

Lourinha was a small Spanish town of about a thousand inhabitants.  It was located slightly inland from the coast, but the roads along the coast had only one paved route though it and that led straight to the Estate.  The Estate owned all the land in Lourinha, but the inhabitants could live for free if they kept to one simple rule; never enter the Estate grounds.  The nature of accommodation meant that the town was populated b gypsies and degenerates.  There was a drug problem and no one to police it.  Marisa was viewed by most men in Lourinha as something that had come to fruit, and she did not like the prospects that such glances left open.  More than once since her development into a young lady she had been offered money in exchange for things.  But her hardship and the uncertainty of her prospects made her cling tighter to the ideal that she would live the life of a good person.  She had no education in God, but a sense of right had been born from all the bad things that she endured.

Marisa sighed.  She did not have enough flowers even for a bag of sugar.  She placed the ones she had in her basket and walked back inside.  With direct contact her Grandmothers temper took a turn, she flipped her bowl of porridge in Marisa’s direction in disgust.  Marisa lost her composure.  In pleading Spanish she begged her Grandmother to stop.  They had no income and wasted porridge which meant chores for Marisa to get more.  Hungrily Marisa’s grandmother snarled and Marisa stormed out the front.

In the muddy street out front she allowed a single tear to flow down her cheek.  She breathed deeply and looked around.  The run down mud brick cottage fronted an uninhabited street and Marisa looked beyond the houses with slumbering drug addled inhabitants to the Eucalypt forest that thickly bordered the Estate.  No one went into the forest or near the Estate, which meant perhaps she might find something in the forest; saffron flowers; blueberries; and what about the Estate.  It occurred to Marisa that if she was stealthy she could perhaps find something in the grounds.  The better of Lourinha’s inhabitants might buy flowers if the Estate had gardens.  So bleak were her immediate prospects that she decided to chance it.  She walked back inside and her Grandmother started yelling at her again.  Marisa ignored her and grabbed her basket and a red over coat and defiantly walked back out the front door she walked up the muddy street and into the forest.  She would try her luck there first and having explored a little try and sneak a peek into the Estate.

Introduction.

Kaley’s resistance was down.  It had been since Randy had left and Cassandra had become more demanding for attention.  Cassandra lay spread eagle on the bed as her pet, no longer reluctantly, ate away at her sex.  She had started to show enthusiasm for the act.  Stockholm syndrome was a beautiful thing Cassandra had realized the night, fearful of screams in the courtyard, Kaley had allowed Cassandra to snuggle against her and permitted her stroking as a debt for safety.  A more decadent variety of food had been offered to the captive; freedom to roam the Estate grounds chaperoned by Tomas; the belief that torture and torment was behind her.  All these simple rewards had reinforced what Cassandra dictated as correct behavior.  Cassandra had brainwashed her first victim and she had no intention of stopping the beautiful ballet teacher from falling deepen under her control.

A knock came at Cassandra’s door.

Cassandra ignored it, close to climax she had no intention of being teased to the edge of temporary satisfaction.

The knock came again, more insistent.

Again Cassandra ignored it.  Thirty more seconds; a minute perhaps her urges would be sated and she could address the door.

The phone rang beside the bed.

“Fuck.”  Cassandra said frustrated and with her shift in mood Kaley stopped and looked uncertainly at Cassandra.  Cassandra did not let her frustration extend to her treatment of Kaley.  “Good girl.”  She said, as if Kaley was a pet; ironically; technically she was.  Cassandra answered the phone.  “What!”  She let her frustration show to the intruder of her personal time.

“Mistress Blake” came Lilianna’s voice on the other end.  “There has been an event that I thought you would like bought to your attention given your compassion for innocents.”

“What do you means?”  Cassandra puzzled then in a worried voice “Are Anetta and Giselle Ok?”

“They are fine.” Lilianna reassured.  “Security found a trespasser.”

Cassandra was still frustrated at being interrupted; she hadn’t picked up on the gist of Lilianna’s view that this concerned Cassandra.

“They will make an example of her and seeing as she is so young and underprivileged I thought you might have some sympathy for the girl.”  Lilianna’s respect for Cassandra had extended to the point that she gave thought to her values.  A grand gesture for someone as sadistic and self righteous as Lilianna.

Cassandra still didn’t fully understand, but Lilianna’s link in the exercise of mercy would not take place unless something dark was about to happen.  Cassandra sat up in the bed.  “I’ll get dressed, where is the trespasser?”

“In the tea room with Mistress Gia and Mistress Kimberly.”  Lilianna stated.

“Thank you Lilianna” Cassandra said looking for some clothes whilst Kaley wrapped herself in sheets for modesty.  “I’ll check it out.”

Chapter 1.  Guilty of Innocence.

Cassandra wished she’d had thirty more seconds as she past the final hall to the tea room.  She was salivating, something that now happened when she was horny.  Food and sex had been mixed inseparably in her mind.  Getting off stopped her from being hungry for the forbidden meat that was available upon request to her, but came at the expense of someone’s life.  As she walked to the doorway of the tea room Gia and Kimberly sat either side of a young woman, Cassandra’s age if not younger who looked terrified and cried without comfort.  A male servant Cassandra had no pull over stood guard by the door Cassandra walked through.

“Gia.  What’s going on?”

Kimberly and Gia both turned away from the girl and looked at Cassandra.  “This doesn’t concern you Cassy.”  Kimberly said sternly.  The sternness indicated she did not want to complicate the matter by having Cassandra’s remnant morals acting to defend the girl.

“Why doesn’t it concern me?  What has she done?  What are you going to do?”  Cassandra walked into the room and stood before her Mistress and sister.

“Cassy…” Kimberly started.

Gia interrupted having more experience with Cassandra.  “This girl is from Lourinha, the town that serves as cover for the Estate.  She trespassed on the ground and may have seen something.  We are questioning her to find out if she has done it before, what she has seen, and who knows she is here.”

“And then?”  Cassandra knew what came next, but couldn’t challenge until it was verbalized.

Gia obviously knew what Cassandra was playing at, knowing her so intimately, but allowed the move and in so dictated she had a response.  “Once she had answered the questions she will be asked them again while being tested by pain.  When we are satisfied there is no threat we will send her to the kitchen.”

Cassandra looked at the girl.  She seemed more scared by the words and Cassandra guessed she spoke English as well as Spanish.  A basket of flowers lay on the coffee table, evidence of the girl’s crime.  “We’re going to kill her because she stole some flowers?”  Cassandra said allowing her voice to be emotive.

“Christ Cassy.”  Kimberly said, annoyed at Cassandra need to protect innocents.

Gia was logical.  “And what are the women in the Slaughterhouse, stables and dairy guilty of Cassandra.”  Gia looked sternly at her.  “Marisa is pretty.”  Gia said naming the accused.  “That is more than enough to qualify us taking her for nourishment.”

Cassandra played for honesty.  “It doesn’t feel right.”  She crossed her arms and stood defiantly.  “I don’t like it.”

“Cassandra.”  Gia said her interns name in a manner that denoted she should take caution in her interference.

“No.  When I eat, I see girls who don’t know how privileged there lives are; and girls so vain they think being desired gives them power.  I don’t see the poor and the desperate that trespasses just to pick flowers.”

“Cassy you’re showing weakness.”  Kimberly expressed, perhaps to spare Cassandra a denial from her Mistress.

Cassandra tried a different tact.  “If I’m being weak then where is the loss of honor in this?”  Cassandra had been musing over Komatsu and Kimberly’s choice in meat.  Always mature and intelligent, they never seemed interested in the weak or feeble.  “You know there is no game in taking a victim that has no experience to have known better.”

Kimberly seemed taken aback.  She had not expected her eating habits to have been used to prevent her exercising control.

“And Gia this girl is already suffering.  She had not challenged you in any way.”  Cassandra pointed at the girl.  “Look how humble she is.  What can you gain from exerting power over her?”  Cassandra stood defiantly at attention to her Mistress.

Kimberly may have had her momentum slowed but Gia had already decided how to deal with Cassandra’s defiance in defense of the girl.

“Very well.  If you a willing to sacrifice our desires for yours, you should be willing to sacrifice yours for ours.”  Gia did not look the loving mentor.  “You can save this girl if you sacrifice one of your own.”

“What.”  Cassandra said surprised that her Mistress could be so cold to her.

“Lilianna, Giselle, Kaley, or perhaps your precious Anetta.  Offer anyone of them to us and this girl may go free.”  Gia stared superior in context.

“Gia please.” Cassandra let escape caught off guard at the price put on her values.

“You wish to challenge my decision; you should show how intent you are.”  Gia did not smile.  Disciplining Cassandra was not something she enjoyed unless it was intimate by bondage.

Kimberly.  Now a spectator voiced “No need to be so strict Mistress.  Cassandra loves you remember.”

The fact that Cassandra had pulled Kimberly onto her side by raising the stakes frustrated Gia.  She was not going to be outplayed by her property and Cassandra was becoming fearful of what might happen if she actual out witted her Mistress.  “Well Cassy, which one?”

Cassandra slumped defeated.  She could not give any of her property to Gia out of affection or the knowledge what she would do to them.  Kimberly’s advice to be careful with Kaley seemed true.  As the slave falls in love with the Mistress, the Mistress falls in love with the slave.  That went double for Anetta and Giselle.

“You know they all trust me Gia.”  Cassandra said indirectly pointing out Gia wasn’t playing fair.

Kimberly came to the rescue.  “How about you give Cassandra what she wants and I’ll order you something special from the Conservatory.”  Kimberly was trying to defuse the tension by offering Gia a gift from the Societies finest slaves.  So subtle was the play that Cassandra did not detect Kimberly was endearing herself to Cassandra, her own endgame a mystery.

“You let her outsmart you.” Gia said to Kimberly also ignorant of Kimberly’s play, but the exercise of crossing both her girls seemed too great a cost for her to pay for her will.  “Very well Cassandra you may escort Marisa back to Lourinha.  But you’ve cost my cross a guest.  You will have to fill the vacancy, and you will dress enticingly.”

“Yes Mistress.”  Cassandra consented and curtseyed to show submission.  Not allowing time for Gia to change her mind she walked forward and took Marisa’s hand.  The girl rose and allowed Cassandra to guide her way from the argument.  Cassandra collected the girl’s basket as she guided her out of harm’s way.

Chapter 2.

Never having taken the path before Cassandra found she was wearing the wrong type of shoes.  She no longer held Marisa’s hand, but the girl stopped crying and calmed considerably when she saw the gate and knew she was being guided out.  Cassandra had thought to let her pass freely, but Gia had specified Cassandra was to escort her home, most likely to report her address so she could be found if she started any trouble.  Once they were out of earshot of the Estate Cassandra turned as said “You speak English don’t you?”

The girl who walked along side Cassandra turned and raised her head slightly, sneaking eye contact.  “A little.”  She confessed worried at what this might mean.

“Did you understand what they were proposing?”  Cassandra followed with.  Having championed the girl the outcome of guaranteeing her release now reflected on Cassandra.  If the girl caused trouble Cassandra would be punished.

“No.”  The girl answered.  Her voice was not a singing one.  It was high but not musical and her nervousness was expressed clearly by it.

“That’s good.  You are safe, but do not enter the Estate again.”

Marisa nodded furiously in consent.  It was obvious she had no desire to challenge the two women who held her.

The pair walked in silence.  Cassandra held onto the girl’s basket full of flowers as security that she would stick by her side.  As they cleared the forest after ten minutes without a word Cassandra entered the realm of Lourinha.  The coble stoned gutters of the dirt roads were bordered by rundown and dilapidated houses.  Broken glass and plastic rubbish littered the streets and stray dogs crossed the roads.  Cassandra thought of a medieval village at the edge of a Victorian palace.  The segregation between the Society and those who served as cover was astounding.  By not forcing a conversation and the proximity to home Marisa had calmed, she point Cassandra in the direction of her house down the near abandoned street.  Upon seeing Cassandra a gypsy woman ran out to the street and scurried two playing children inside.  Cassandra knew the very fact that she was from the Estate guaranteed her safety despite the obvious signs of vandalism.  As if to reinforce her view a crowd of rough heads dispersed as Cassandra rounded a corner.  It was like she was a cop with a warrant.  Marisa took her to a door of a shambles of a cottage.  She stood still, not moving waiting for Cassandra to remove the final sting of arrest.  Cassandra handed her the basket as she did so Marisa hastily turned for the door. 

“Uno Moment.”  Cassandra said.  She did not know much Spanish.

Marisa turned back and looked apprehensive.

Cassandra took in the decay shoes and tattered dress.  She lifted her dress and pulled her emergency cash out of her belt.  Marisa seemed puzzled by it.  Cassandra flicked out two thousand Euros and handed them to the trespasser, little by stature and not age.  Marisa’s eyes grew wide.  Not having tested her English by conversation Cassandra said.  “Be quiet.  We will know if you tell tales.”

Marisa nodded in understanding, snatched the money and quickly placed the door to the house between them.  As Cassandra left she heard an old woman yelling inside the house and understood Marisa did not have a happy life.  As Cassandra walked her way back to the Estate to spend the day, and perhaps night, on Gia’s cross the ruffians and drug addicts peered cautiously from alley ways and corners.  It occurred to Cassandra that Marisa braving the Estate was either an act of stupidity or desperation; most likely the later.  She allowed herself to feel sorry for the girl, but then something that shouldn’t be in Europe caught her eye.  No one in Lourinha could afford that car, and no guest of the Estate would drive a Chrysler 300C.  The quests how visited the Estate always came by Society cars, the location a secret not to be shared with town car drivers.  The black sedan was only partially visible behind a corner cottage.  Cassandra walked down the street to get a better view.

“Shit.”  Cassandra said.  Torture from her Mistress seemed unimportant as a familiar woman stood beside the car.  She was wearing aviator sunglasses, but the slender suited figure was easily recognizable as the woman who had approached and warned Cassandra of the plot against Gia.  The NSA was camping out in Lourinha.  Hiding in plain sight in the town no decadent would ever set foot in.

The agent spotted Cassandra and smiled, immediately rising from her perch leaning against the car and taking her long strides to a very apprehensive Cassandra.  A panic device would have been handy.  The distance between them was closed quickly.

“Cassandra Blake.  What reprieve brings you to Lourinha?”  The agent was confident.

Cassandra as always composed herself.  The NSA’s presence in Lourinha had just been discovered, it was unlikely they would attract others, more dangerous than Cassandra, by preventing her return to safety. But Cassandra could not be certain if there discovery was counter to their desires.  “Badge 34931” Cassandra said identify the agent by the only means she knew.

“We know you informed Gia of our little meeting.”  The agent said.  Cassandra could not see others, but it was unlikely she was alone.  “She may not have told you, but that little memory trick of yours let her know that I had made a move against her.”

“So she knows you by name then Agent…...”  Cassandra waited to be filled in.

“Renoldus.”  The woman said.  She eyed Cassandra with content now.

“You should have taken me up on my offer.”  Agent Renoldus paused.  “Instead you put a target on my back.  When the time comes I assure you I will make you pay for that.”  She was close enough to touch Cassandra, but it was obvious whatever reason she was there the threat was not imminent.

“I think Gia has the situation well in hand.”  Cassandra smiled falsely, intent on expressing distain.

Renoldus stayed dead panned.  She said nothing.

Cassandra curtseyed as she would to her Mistress or a respected guest and turned to leave.  She hid well her apprehension at turning her back on Agent Renoldus.

“You’ll know it’s happening when you see me again.”  The voice pursued Cassandra; she did not turn around to see if the Agent left the town.  Once she was around the corner Cassandra ran to the Estate.

Interlude.

“NSA.”  Cassandra panted, out of breath from her run.  “In Lourinha.”  Her brief statements imparted the information as quickly as possible to Gia as she sat behind her desk in her office.

Komatsu sat on the sofa against the back wall.  Gia turned to him and said “Go.”

Komatsu rose and ran out of the room towards the exit.

Cassandra was startled and concerned.  She turned to Gia.  “Doesn’t he need…...?”

“Komatsu will kill them.  You needn’t worry about him.”  Gia looked in control.  Like a shark, so long as she was moving she stayed alive; composed; and in control.  She had every intention of remaining at the top of the food chain.

Cassandra was a little lost for how to move next.  The drama had been dealt with so rapidly.  For her agent Renoldus was the judge who could hold Cassandra accountable for everything she’d done in the Society.  To Gia she was just a member of an organization that needed to be disarmed, as it could not be destroyed.  After a silence where Gia was reprocessing her position Cassandra awkwardly turned to take her leave.

“I hope you’re going to get ready.”  Gia called after her.

Cassandra turned back.  Her Mistress had made her move and still intended to toy with Cassandra on her cross whilst it played out.

“Um?!”  Was all Cassandra could say.

“Don’t disappoint.  I’ll meet you in my room in an hour, and you will be disciplined.”

Chapter 3.

Something was wrong.  Twenty minutes ago Cassandra had summoned Anetta to polish her appearance for her date with Gia’s cross and Anetta had not shown.  Cassandra fidgeted.  She had been on the cross many times, but never to be disciplined.  The prospect indicated she would have to endure more than the usual test of her limits.  Cassandra allowed herself the guilty pleasure of wondering if saving Marisa was truly worth it as it would be Gia’s intention to ensure Cassandra’s mercy did not happen again.  Apprehensively she picked up the phone and requested from the familiar voice that she be connected to Anetta’s room. 

The phone rang out.

As she hung it up her phone immediately rang.  Cassandra answered it expecting her little friend.  “Anetta” she said.

“Funny you should mention her” came Gia’s voice.  “Cassandra, there’s a martyr on my cross.”

Cassandra didn’t understand Gia’s comment.  She looked at her own reflection in her dressing table mirror and saw her eyes grow wide as she realized what was happening.  Cassandra hung up the phone and for the second time today ran frantically, this time to Gia’s room.  Her Mistresses door was closed but ajar and Cassandra burst through it.  Gia stood proud in front of her cross teasing the bound Anetta with her finger; testing for her sensitive spots.

“What are you doing?!”  Cassandra voice came out with no regard for Gia’s station.

Cassandra distress delighted Gia.  “Just playing.  I came in here to wait for you and look what I found.”

Anetta was naked.  Wrist and ankles bound to the cross obviously by her accomplice in mercy; Giselle.  The pair had sought to spare Cassandra the discomfort of discipline by allowing the volunteer to take her place.  Her hair had been done like a 1950’s house wife and she looked nervously at the exchange between Cassandra and Gia.  Her slender petite build made her the picture of vulnerability; innocence in willing peril.  How could Gia resist her favorite scenario?

Gia stopped gliding her finger over Anetta’s body, and ignoring Cassandra frozen in panic reached for her silver needle.

“No. No. NO!”  Cassandra pleaded.

Gia excited about sampling a new victim and punishing Cassandra in one stroke guided the needle to Anetta exposed waif belly.

Cassandra gave no thought to tact but rushed Gia.  Boldly she grabbed Gia’s wrist, to prevent the first bloodletting, wrapped herself around her Mistress body and pulled back.

Gia complied if only to prolong the game.  She turned to face her desperate intern.

Cassandra caught her breath from the panic and stared intently in Gia’s eyes; loving, from a position of power.

“Gia.”  Cassandra pleaded a paragraph in the tone she said her name.  “I worship and save you.  Please don’t hurt my friend.”  A tear of desperation ran down her check.  Gia caught it, luxuriating in the total control she had over the situation.  Cassandra knew she was willing to do anything to protect Anetta.  Gia was at peace in the moment.

“Sweet Cassy.”  Gia said as a phrase of ease.  She leant forward and kiss Cassandra; gently at first, but then with discovered passion.  Cassandra went limp and submitted despite her desperation.  Gia kissed until Cassandra was reassured of affection and value.  As Gia slowly pulled away she saw her Mistress compose herself as she did.  “I’m sorry.  I haven’t seen Dalton for two months and the threat remains even as the suspects dwindle.”

Cassandra dipped her head rested it on her Mistress chest released Gia ended the game, and out of support.

“If he were here no one would be challenging me.  Geppetto knows this, that’s why he keeps him away.”  The statement may not have been entirely true but it was testament to her dependence upon Dalton.  Gia was missing her lover.  “You will make up for your indiscretion with a chore.   You will leave tonight.  You and your friend Anetta can be safe.”

“Thank you Mistress.”  Cassandra was so grateful and entwined by Gia that she did not question her relief came after great threat from her Mistress.

Cassandra stepped past her and approached the cross.  Anetta looked for appreciation but all she got was an angry look from Cassandra.  The sensitive Maid became sad as her wrist and ankles were released.  “I’m sorry.”  Anetta chirped.

Cassandra sighed but after a moment hugged her little Maid.  “We will talk about this Anetta.”  She placed her hand on Anetta’s back and guided her towards the door.  “Go wait in your room.  I will join you and explain why you are to stay out of my affairs.”  Anetta looked concerned at Cassandra’s disapproval.  Cassandra discipline to Anetta and Giselle would be a clarification of her fondness for them and an explanation of her desire to keep them safe, but to a Maid raised by the Estate such things were hard to express.

As Anetta cleared the room Gia’s phone rang.  Phones were ringing all too frequently for Cassandra’s liking.  Gia picked it up, smiled and hung up.  “That was Kimberly.  Komatsu had killed the NSA agent.”

Cassandra faked a smile.  Gia would be able to tell but it was the effort that counted to her Mistress.  “That frees the path for your chore.”  Gia said, her fast mind moving on from the tension of a moment ago.  “You’ll be visiting a Gentlemen’s club in Lisbon.  My breeding stables are two short.  I want you to find two perfect women to fill it.  Do a satisfactory job and all will be forgotten.”

“Yes Mistress.”  Cassandra curtseyed and with a mind to her immanent discussion with Anetta and Giselle started to take her leave.

“It is incredible Cassandra.”  Gia was prepping to return to her office, placing her silver needle away.  “The loyalty you’ve acquired from your Maids.  They’d die for you.”

“If only they understood me.”  Cassandra said frustrated with their complicity to serve and ignorant of her own loyalty to Gia under dourest.  Though Gia wasn’t looking Cassandra curtseyed again and left to attend to her Maids education.

Chapter 4.

Cassandra wore an evening gown.  Black; made from a synthetic thread she did not know.  The dress was an experiment in the fabric.  Cut and sewn to show how it would encompass the high cut.  Her shoulders were bare and her breast, not her most pleasing attribute, were completely covered.  But the fabric had a slight elastic quality and showed her gentle curves and dancers bottom.  One leg constantly came exposed through the slit down the side revealed her perfect legs.  Anetta had polished her hair and Charles, Gia’s driver, had driven her to Lisbon.  The gentlemen’s club was invitation only.  Don Mateus had put Cassandra’s name on the guest list though he doubted she would need to be listed given the beautiful women dressed like Cassandra proved popular with the clientele.  True to her instinct she walked past the velvet rope unchallenged.

Fusion opulence mixed the old niche of the club with modern styles.  Freshly stained and polished beyond the capabilities of the past, the club bar had probably never looked better despite having a history back to after the great earthquake.  It was filled with trust fun legacies and the gorgeous women who could sell their attention and what wealth couldn’t buy.  Beauty.  Cassandra smiled her burgeoning carnivores smile.  She had no issue bringing anyone of these women down.  So eager to sell their bodies for the chance to get a rich husband.  Cassandra walked to the bar and placed her purse on it.  Inside were two tags.  Tiny GPS trackers that would allow unknown muscle to follow and abduct whomever she selected for the nefarious fate of becoming a breeder.  Gia had not specified a type she wanted; just two women who would give beautiful and healthy babies for her hobby farm.  Approaching the bar she had seen a couple of mortals she wanted to get a closer look at, but she was subtle and ordered a drink.  In English she said, “Russian Vodka. Crushed ice.”

The bartender, a handsome young man nodded.  He had no interest in Cassandra even though she looked stunning and Cassandra guess he thought she was just another woman offering her body to his rich benefactors.  She didn’t mind.  When he came back with her drink she gave him two hundred Euros, smiled and said “Keep the change.”  The young bartender’s eyes revealed she had changed his perception of her.  Cassandra was one of the wealthy, not a slut for sale.

She sipped her vodka and turned to look at the bars occupants.  She knew from her father’s campaign trail that the uber wealthy always surveyed the less wealthy with a smug look of superiority.  She acted on that part, and scanned the club room with a smug look on her face.  Cassandra spotted a young redhead in a red dress.  She was eyeing the men as they walked buy, acting casual but it was obvious she was eager to be approached.  She was new at this game but her perfectly sculptured body suggested she was perhaps an aspiring model or actress.  Her ambition probably drove her but her eagerness to be seen was most likely her shortcoming.  She was not the natural photogenic type.  She lacked the grace when watched that the talented had.  Despite this, so far she was the most likely candidate.  A breeder didn’t have to be a genuine talent, just naturally beautiful and fuckable

Though fifty percent of the women were Portuguese, the other half were made up of imports from Europe.  Cassandra guessed she was the only American, but any of the Germanic or Dutch looking girls could have come from the mid-west like her.  She made a mental note of the redhead and started looking for better quality.

“See anything you like?”  The flurry of energy came from the stool beside her.  Cassandra saw boisterous movements and a friendly smile coming from a young woman wearing a tuxedo.

“I’m sorry?!”  Cassandra said suddenly distracted from her task at hand.

“Hi.  I’m Kate.”  The girl, clearly a Tomboy in her early twenties offered her hand to shack.  She had an Australian accent and friendly excited eyes.

“Cassandra.”  Cassandra said, slightly thrown.

“I like the Dutch one who looks like Holly Valance.”  Kate didn’t wait for any extension of the greeting before bouncing along with the conversation.  “Too bad about the nose.”

Cassandra didn’t understand.  The woman she spoke of was a classic beauty with a sinful body and round sultry face.  Cassandra at first thought Kate might have been implying that she had had a nose job, but as she looked closer she could see the slight eroded nostrils of a cocaine lover.  “Freaky.” Cassandra said out of character.  She turned to Kate.  The tomboy outfit and lack of makeup and the obvious implication that she had noted Cassandra watching the women of the club formed the hypothesis.  Kate was a lesbian.  “Oh!”  Cassandra realized.  “No.  I have a boyfriend.  His name is Randy, he’s a quarterback.  A Kennedy.  Rich.  Going to be a doctor.”  Cassandra was thrown off guard by Kate’s energy and the way she was mischievously smiling at Cassandra.  Finally the delayed blush came and Cassandra broke eye contact and skulled her Vodka.

Kate laughed.

Cassandra collected herself.  “No, I’m sort of a talent scout for a friend of mine.”

Kate laughed again, clearly finding Cassandra’s shyness at being identified as a Lesbian funny.  Cassandra wondered if her time with Kaley had perhaps created a marker that others could pick up on, then reason told her it was just because she was looking at the women, not the rich legacies.  “Too bad.”  Kate said and her eyes drifted over Cassandra.

This Cassandra was comfortable with, and regained composure.  “So Kate, you going to interrupt my work or are you going to help me?”

Kate smiled a feisty smile and shuffled closer.  She obviously wasn’t interested in pursuing Cassandra if she was not comfortable being called a lesbian, but was instantly friendly.  “You've seen the redhead?”  Kate asked.

“I did make a note of the redhead.”  Cassandra replied at full ease again.

Kate leant over, body open to Cassandra, clearly confident and at ease with people.  “Don’t rule out the natives just because they’re so common.  You’re friend obviously sent you to Portugal for a reason.”  Kate was scanning the room sizing up the women.  “Do you want a conquest, or a submissive?”

“My friend loves conquests, but submissive are easier to deal with.”  Cassandra said.  It was strange that she could speak so openly about this to Kate without actually giving the game away.

“Don’t be so sure.  Submissives are needy and insecure.  They worry their contribution isn’t enough to satisfy.  Most times it better just to take what you want from a strong woman.”  Kate bit her lower lip and watched two Portuguese girls who were talking to gentlemen across a table.  Sexually at least she had experience and knew how to size women up like the Society.  The Gender Studies student in Cassandra didn’t know if she liked the explicit may a normal identified the women.

“You’re good at this.”  Cassandra complimented cautiously.

“Thanks.”  Kate said in employ.  “No.”  She said to herself disregarding the two Portuguese women.  ”It’s early, but the Red heads your only prospect here.”

“Pity.”  Cassandra said, not yet resigned to giving up.  She’d just met Kate and despite her experience would stick it out for the night.

“So what do you want her for?  Dinner; Torture; Sex slave.”

Cassandra froze and recovered so quickly it could be seen as only a minor hesitation.  “I’m sorry, what?”

Kate drew her head back.  “Don’t play coy.  Don Mateus asked me to check up on you.  He said you were” Kate put on a husky Portuguese accent imitating Don Mateus “generous in her duty and intuitively gracious.”

Cassandra didn’t know if Kate was being truthful.  No introduction had been offered prior to Kate sitting next to her.  “Where do you holiday?”  Cassandra asked.  The answer would offer proof of identity and was innocent is recorded.

“I don’t holiday.  But I know the Autumn Estate is in Spain.  The Winter Estate is in Denmark.  The Spring Estate is in……..”

Cassandra cut her off.  “What’s your last name Kate?”  Cassandra said composing a text to Gia.  A quick check with the Master and Cassandra would receive Gia’s acknowledgement of Kate’s status as Society and instructions if she were safe.

“You checking up on me?”  Kate asked.

“Yes.”  Cassandra said.  Charles was waiting downstairs in the car.  Cassandra knew the notability of the club ensured a safe exit.

“O’Hara.”  Kate had too much energy just to sit there.  Whilst Cassandra waited for a reply she turned to the bar and ordered an ice water.

A text came back “Enjoy” and a smiley face was all that it said.  Cassandra calmed.  Kate was sitting facing her legs swinging on the stool.

“Sorry.”  Cassandra apologized.  “You can never be too careful.”

“No problem.  I get it.”  Kate shrugged the suspicion off and sipped her arriving water.

“So if you don’t holiday what do you do?”  Cassandra had made the conversation a little more formal.  This was obviously not to Kate’s liking but she had to know who she was dealing with.

“I’m the Don’s pet.”  Kate said.  “He likes keeping a Lesbian on hand to deal with some of the Catholic women he takes.  Man has a thing for Nuns and Nun like women.”  Kate winked.

Cassandra got the picture.  In a strange way the bigotry and history of discrimination of the Catholic Church put them in the Don’s category of non-innocents.  Kate humiliated the women and probably betrayed their desires as the Don worked to break them down before he ate them.  “I’m an intern.”  Cassandra said.  “That’s my Mistresses polite way of saying pet.”

“Do you join the Don in his meals?”  Cassandra wanted to know the extent Kate participated.  She didn’t want to incriminate herself or reveal sins not matched by Kate.

“No.  I’m a vegetarian.”  Kate finished her water.  “I just take from those who think my sexuality is an abomination.”  Kate seemed to want to move away from the questions.  “Come on.  Let’s tag the redhead and get out of here.”

Cassandra resisted as per her instructions.  “I need two.”  She said.

“This is Lisbon.  You can bump into the perfect woman down the street.  Come on.  The Don wants me to treat you tonight.”  Kate rose and her body language indicated she wanted Cassandra to follow.

“I’m sorry, my Mistress was implicit.”

“You’re Mistress knew you were going to bump into me here.  Come on.  The Don likes you.”  Kate had a bossy edge to her.

“Everyone seems to like me.”  Cassandra said and rose in complacence a little worried she was being distracted from her duty.

“That’s because you’re the real deal Cassandra Blake.  Someone will always be looking out for you.”

Chapter 5.

Before they left the bar Cassandra had approached the Redhead.  The ruse was to compliment her on her dress.  As Cassandra felt the fabric the tiny adhesive GPS tracker rubbed onto the Red dress, marking her.  Her job done Cassandra wished the hopeful floozy a good night.  If all went according to plan she would be seeing her shortly.  Kate was waiting by the door.  She beamed a happy smile and together they descended the stairs and exited past the velvet ropes.  Cassandra’s departure with Kate caused the bouncers on guard to huddle and exchange snide remarks.  Portugal was almost Ninety percent Catholic and though the younger generation was good open people, the older generation and lower class still held prejudices.  Towards two women the prejudices where of the perverted kind.  Kate obviously dealt with this every day and paid no attention to it.  She started walking down the street.

“Wait.”  Cassandra said stopping adjacent to Charles and his Black Roll Royce Phantom.  “I have a ride.”

“Sweet.” Kate said with enthusiasm and the two entered the vehicle.

“All done Mistress.” Charles said eyeing Kate.  He’d obviously sized her up as not being dinner and was assessing any threat.

“Half done Charles.”  Cassandra said honestly.  “Kate here’s Society and wants to entertain me on behalf of Don Mateus.”

Charles never usually spoke up, but cautioned (oddly enough out of affection for Cassandra).  “Is that wise Mistress.  Mistress Eros will be disappointed with only one.”

“Yo Charles dude.” Kate beckoned the embodiment of a tomboy.  “I live off the fashion strip.  She’ll see plenty of fine meat tomorrow morning checking out the latest trends.  She’ll have a plethora to choose from.”  Kate was non chalant about Cassandra’s task, probably because she didn’t know Cassandra had days of punishment on the line.

Charles looked at Cassandra for the final word.

“I’ll be fine Charles.”  She pulled a face.  “I can always tag Kate if I come up empty.”  She was joking and delighted in the outrage; compression of the tease; and drunken laughter from a soberate, all played out on Kate’s expressive face.  Kate hid nothing.  All her feelings and intentions were on display to see.  Cassandra felt as if she had found a woman in the Society outside her immediate family of Gia and Kimberly she could hang out with.  Don Mateus had shared something new with her.  She would report him favorably to Gia.

The Gentlemen’s club was central to Lisbon’s nightlife, and Kate was similarly positioned.  The house she directed Charles to could not be described as Victorian.  After the great earthquake of 1755 the Kings power was cut and the Marquis of Lisbon technically rebuilt the city to his design.  The three story house dated to that period but must have had a distinct past.  Unlike the limestone houses either side the granite building stood obvious but also indented the building line.  It appeared like an opulent black hole with right angel brickwork forming a tapestry of heritage. 

“Nice hah.”  Kate said and got out of the car.  As Cassandra shuffled over to get out on the side walk Kate popped her head back in and in a mocking town.  “Thanks Charlie boy.  I’ll keep her happy.”

Cassandra didn’t apologize for her new friend but said.  “Thank you Charles.  It’s appreciated as always.” Sincere gratitude for making Charles sit on guard all night and diluting Kate’s smart ass comment.

The pair of young Socialites walked to the front door.  As Kate turned the key in the lock she opened a panel and typed in a six digit code.  An electronic click sounded.  “Redundancy.”  Kate said.  “If the cops raid the electronic lock prevent entry till I can get out…. Or something like that.”  Kate didn’t sound happy.

“You don’t sound happy with that.”  Cassandra questioned.

“I think it can be remotely triggered.  If the Don wants to imprison me he can.”  Kate pushed the door open.

The townhouse was cool and brightly lit.  Movement in the next room showed Kate had company.  Kate did not offer a tour.  “Do you want anything?  Drink?”

“No I’m fine.”  Cassandra said.  Approaching footsteps came from the movement in the room they were headed to.  Cassandra remembered the invite back to Stephanie’s house where she had been tricked into an oven.  She did not suspect Kate, her intuition told her she was safe, but she wanted to know who else was in the house.  The footsteps were sharp, but light, indicating a woman in heels.  “Sabrina.”  Kate summoned.  The footsteps took direction and moved hastily towards the entrance they had just come through.

A very slender and elegant Maid appeared.  Her face was beautiful and her comfort in her uniform indicated she was one of Geppetto’s creations.  Sabrina came to the doorway she poised as if posing for a photo.  She was a stunning Latin beauty.  “Good evening Kate.” Sabrina said.

“Cassandra, this is Sabrina.”  Kate approached the Maid and with affection the two touched.  It was obvious the two pets of the Don had discovered intimacy whilst stored away n the townhouse.  “Sabrina was born from the Don’s greatest challenge; a woman who would not break.  The Don tortured Sabrina’s mother throughout her pregnancy, but it wasn’t until Sabrina’s birth that she crumbled and the Don could finally claim his prize.  Sabrina was given to the Society, but reclaimed when she came of age.  She’s his good luck charm.”  As Kate told the story in brief her hands found Sabrina’s hips and she fell distracted.  Cassandra started to feel like a third wheel.  “Lexi is for Cassandra.  Is she ready?”

Sabrina glanced at Cassandra briefly.  “Yes.”  She said.  “All is in place.”

“Good.” Kate said.  Cassandra realized that though Kate did enjoy Sabrina’s disposition as obedient Maid that her behavior towards her was what a Maid wanted.  Lust and affection from the Masters.  “Go to bed.  I’ll see Cassandra right and then I’ll join you.”  Sabrina looked comfortable and with a curtsey to Cassandra turned and left through the main room of the lower level.  “Come on Cassandra Blake.  The Don has a present upstairs for you.”

The pair of newly slated friends ascended the stair case to the second floor and entered a guestroom lit buy dozens of candles.  On a king-size bed lay a curved blond woman, eyes closed posed to be admired.  The sheets had been crumpled to create the effect that the bed had long been occupied.  It had a welcoming effect, like the bed was meant to be slept in.  The woman on the bed, fit and muscular was deliciously pale and had the polish of a Maids attention.  Her makeup was subtle but complimentary, but what Cassandra salivated at was the intricate rise and fall of a slender toned belly exposed.

“This is Lexi.”  Kate walked past Cassandra and lifted Lexi’s wrist.  With intent she let the hand drop and it fell to the bed, the unconscious woman did not stir.  “Lexi is a Sleeping Beauty.”  Kate walked back to Cassandra side.  “She takes a client, she is put under by anesthesia and then she wakes up; not knowing whom she has slept with or what has been done to her.”

Cassandra swallowed and said “Except Lexi won’t be waking up?”

Cassandra had tended to guests whims at the Estate for the last two months; it was strange to be catered to in this manner by Kate.  “She can wake up if you choose, but she has come onto the Society’s radar.  If you don’t, someone else will.”  Kate didn’t seem happy about Lexi’s sentence by beauty, but wasn’t defending the girl either.  “You have all night; you’ll find everything you need in this room.”  Kate moved away from Cassandra and left her alone with her appetite.

Cassandra didn’t move at first

Cassandra’s mouth started to salivate and she felt the tingle in her clit that usually resulted in her seeking out Kaley.  “Well.”  Cassandra said to herself, alone in the room.  “It would be rude if I didn’t.”  It was a half assed excuse for breaking her moral code but Lexi was very appetizing.  A double shelved tray was positioned beside the bed.  The top shelf had small bowls of sources and oils, silverware, a steak knife, surgical tools, and a syringe Cassandra guessed would wake Lexi up, hospitably on a white napkin.  On the bottom shelf was a strap on dildo and shackles, a couple of small woks…… and a polished hot plate; the kind office workers used to heat a percolator.  Cassandra saw an approach that would work.  Slowly she walked toward the helpless and circled the bed.  She was still a little cautious, half expecting Lexi to be disturbed and wake.  Intuition told her she would not wake, but guilt at being exposed was an issue in this scenario.  Cassandra was not under dourest to eat; she wanted to.

“Lexi?”  She said softly.  No response came.  “Lexi wake up?”  Cassandra didn’t want her to wake up but gently shook her to test.  As no response came Cassandra leant in and stared at her beautiful Northern European features.  “Lexi” she said again leaning in over her face, “if you don’t wake up I’m going to eat you.”  Lexi remained silent and motionless apart from the gentle rhythm of slow breaths.  Cassandra leaned forward more and kissed her deep red lower lip.  She closed her own lips around it and pulled back the lip coming but then pulling away as the warm living Lexi stayed whole.  Cassandra allowed herself one final test.  She stroke Lexi’s perfect breasts and as no response came bared her teeth and bit down on her nipple.  She tightened her jaw until the coppery taste of blood came.  Lexi gave no response save a mild change in breathing.  Cassandra felt happy that some detectable response would come.  With the typical response of dinner; pleas for mercy, removed Cassandra found she was more willing to cause pain, and wanted it more.  Her mentality was supported by the president of when she had sentence to girls to suffer under Randy under Gia’s magic blue pill.  Without higher functions Cassandra was more severe.  She knew she needed to find someone to be her moral compass as she developed as a Socialite.

Direction set in her mind Cassandra straighten Lexi’s legs and placed her hands to her sides like she was a doll.  She went to the tray, so much like a stewardesses, and took a bowl of sauce.  She dipped her finger into it and with great pleasure started painting the flavor onto Lexi’s belly.  Flat and toned, Cassandra’s favorite peace of the female body was warm and egged her arousal on.  Her sex became moist and once things were in place she would pleasure herself as she watched Lexi cook.

Once the sauce was distributed she picked up the hotplate.  It was meant to heat the woks but Cassandra switched it on and turned it upside down before placing it on Lexi’s stomach.  It heated fast, the aroma of the oil came quickly and Lexi’s breathing caught once before returning to normal.  Cassandra sighed and lifted her dress off.  As per uniform she wore no knickers and she spread her legs over Lexi’s thighs.  She scratched her itch and felt the pleasure from the practice movements of her hands on her swollen clit.  Intently she watched Lexi’s face.  It was peaceful, but the growing heat from the hotplate teased a shift in expression.  It was subtle Lexi’s body reacted but the anesthesia prevent a defensive response.  Without the begging and psychology of desperation this was a whole new experience and Cassandra could see that if she was a Sociopath she would be far more sadistic.  She assured herself any other member of the Society would be far more brutal.  The aroma shifted from the sauce to that of cooking meat.  Cassandra intensified herself satisfaction and allowed herself to vocalize with a moan.  From the back of her mind a voice came “You’ve earned this.”  It was Gia’s voice and Cassandra steadied the pace of her masturbation so as not to come.  She would pleasure herself until Lexi’s belly was ready to eat.  She wanted to taste her as she came.

Chapter 6.

Cassandra awoke next to a corpse.  It was unlike Society members to have the consequences of their action left for them to discover.  Usually the servants scavenged what was left for protein and disposed of the bodies.  Lexi lay as she had while Cassandra fed.  She’d allowed herself to be put to sleep never to awaken, unaware of the unspeakable act Cassandra had committed to her helpless body.  Cassandra rose naked from her rest and lifted and straightened the sheet, pulling over the body.  A tell-tale sign of remorse to any detective, but a case into Lexi’s disappearance would never be launched.  Cassandra didn’t know how she felt.  Lexi would have died anyway in a matter of time.  She’d been caught on the Societies radar.

She rose and went to the guest’s room’s ensuite.  She was startled by her reflection.  Blood stained the sides of her faces and speckled her chest.  She looked like the Joker from the Batman comics, labeled manic by her act of cannibalism.  She ran the shower and tested the water.  The centuries old house had modern plumbing and vanities.  She stepped under the water and washed away her guilt.

It was only as she dried and brushed her hair she realized she had been spoilt by Anetta and Giselle.  Making herself up seemed like a chore and she knew she hadn’t the training of her Maids.  Once she was done she slipped into her dress of last night and descended the stairs to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of cartoons.

“Morning Sabrina.”  Cassandra said stepping past the Maid luxuriating on the floor.  She leant against the plush sofa and was topless.  Two small but perfectly shaped breast stood bare; modesty absent as she enjoyed leisure time from her duties.  As Cassandra stepped past the bright glow from the large television towards the scent of coffee (the perfect bait in any trap to lure Cassandra first thing in the morning) she entered the Dining room.  Kate sat sipping juice, her head rose and she smiled happy to see Cassandra.

“How was your present?”  She said and looked mischievous.  Though a vegetarian Kate obviously enjoyed her station above the commons.

“Delicious.  Sweet and tender.  But lacking the psychology of my past indulgences” Cassandra confessed.

Kate’s rapid expressions turned to business.  “Do I need to put her down?”  She asked, and it was obvious she did not enjoy killing.

“No.”  Cassandra answered to her new friend’s relaxation.  “She slipped away without waking.”

“Good.”  Kate picked up the paper.  She had left a fresh coffee for Cassandra. 

Cassandra drank from it and said “Thanks.”  The sensation of being awake embraced her as the coffee took hold.  Good coffee, the kind she was spoilt with, was Cassandra’s favorite indulgence.  “What stories do you follow?”  She said in reference to the paper, trying to make conversation.

Kate put the paper down.  It was obvious the quiet morning was an offer to Cassandra.  Kate seemed to prefer conversation.  “Anything on the environment; women’s rights; immigration; animal cruelty.”

“An activist.”  Cassandra labeled Kate.

“I wish.” Kate said, and there was ambition and longing in her voice.

“If you’re not an activist, what are you then?”  Cassandra meant to illustrate Kate’s passions made her a campaigner, but she underestimated the burden Kate’s position in the Society placed on her.

“I’m just a young girl, who rapes women to avoid being eaten.”  Kate seemed sad, but it was obvious the confession of unhappiness was a trust placed in Cassandra.

Cassandra reciprocated with sympathy and support.  “You fear for your safety?”

“No.”  Kate was thinking.  “I trust the Don.” She continued with an effort to seem grateful.  Her rapid shift in expression and natural talent to express emotion came through.  “I don’t want to hurt people, I want to help them.  Make up for all the things I’ve done.”  Kate looked at Cassandra, not expectantly, but the emphasis was now on Cassandra to offer something.  Kate lived in a house with a simple Maid and the knowledge she was the Don’s property.

“I’ll tell the Don how good you were to me.”  Cassandra offered.

“Anything less than good to you would have embarrassed him.” Kate rebuked with.

“I don’t know what to tell you Kate.”  Cassandra paused.  “I’m kind of in the same boat.”

Kate seemed taken aback.  “Cassandra you’re the reason Evelyn Kennedy hasn’t claimed Gia’s head.  Everyone in the Society wants to own you or eat you.  All I am is some dyke who humiliates women before they die.”

“It’s not like that.”  Cassandra defended.

“Yes it is.  You’re the new big thing.  Your Mistress eating you would piss a lot of people off. You’ve made friends.”  Kate was speaking from experiences outside the tiny circle Gia restrict Cassandra to.

Cassandra didn’t holy believe her own hype; such a thing would be too bold for someone without resources.  “Well then be my friend.  My boyfriends a serial killer; my Mistress is happiest when she’s torturing me; my sister is so in love with her husband she hardly has time for me; and all my closest friends are slaves.”

Kate was looking away.  She wasn’t prepared to look Cassandra in the eye as it might betray something.  Kate despite her energy and spark was a submissive through dependence.  It was obvious she needed someone.

“I’ll talk to Gia.  I’ll talk to Don Mateus.”  Cassandra reached out over the table and touched Kate’s hand.  “All I ever do is try to make those in the Society happy.  That’s what Cassandra Blake is spared the oven for.”

Kate broke her contemplation and turned her stare to a look of passive acceptance.  She had her outbreak as a cry for help and Cassandra was playing her part and offering her friendship.

“I need friends who can function in the world.  With a feisty, kick ass lesbian at my side I’m going to be better off.”  Cassandra smiled.  She was promising a lot but she didn’t think Gia would prevent her from following through.

“He won’t realize me from bondage.” Kate confessed, but there was hope to her voice.

“We’re Society.  We’ll never be free.  We just have to improve our stations.”  Cassandra knew a tiny revolution was not in order.  She had a big brain and she would find something to give Kate freedom from the Don’s prison.

Kate seemed worried the conversation had been too much of a success.  She compulsively finished her juice and rose.  “Come on Cassandra Blake.”

“Cassy.”  Cassandra offered.  “To my friends it’s Cassy.”

“Ok Cassy.” Kate replied and seemed to gain energy.  “I’ll take you to the fashion strip and help you get number two for your Mistress.

“You want to do some shopping while we’re there?”  Cassandra asked.

“I’m saving my allowance in case.”  Kate admitted.

“I have my Mistresses no limit credit card.  My treat.”  Cassandra skulled her coffee and followed Kate to the front door.  “We can get you something and buy something scant for Sabrina.

Kate purred in response like Catwoman.  Cassandra laughed and started out with her new friend.

Charles sat at attention behind the driver’s seat of the Rolls Royce Phantom.  He had probably been there all night.  Cassandra parted path from Kate and tapped on the passenger side window.  With a hum of mechanical perfection the electric window wound down.

“Christ Charles, have you been up all night?”  Cassandra was concerned, partly because Charles was driving her all the way back to Spain and part out of empathy.

Charles was thrown.  “Mistress?”  She queried probably never having had his well being a matter of concern before.

“Go get a cup of coffee and a big breakfast Charles.  That’s an order.”  Cassandra looked at him sternly.

“Yes Mistress.”  Charles said but fumbled as to whether to take the car or not.

Cassandra knew he would obey and caught up to Kate who was walking slowly down towards the fashion district.  The long strips were bordered with Portuguese designers Felipe Baptisa, Fatima Lopes, and Isilda Pelicano taking prime position of their turf.  Cassandra was in heaven.  Despite her well off upbringing Lisbon remained the street she had never walked down.  “Pick something out for me.”  Cassandra said as they walked along the strip.  They’d had their breakfast and it was obvious Cassandra was more interested in clothes than Kate.

Kate pulled a face and from her peripheral vision Cassandra saw her looking at her body.  Kate looked away not interesting at as flirtation.  “I buy the suits in the windows I don’t know what’s in.”  Kate was resisting Cassandra’s efforts to get her involved in the exercise.  Cassandra had discovered Kate was imprisoned in the Don’s house with Sabrina, her natural energy stiffened by her duty of servitude to him.

“Come on.  What do you like girls in?”

“Don’t tease.”  Kate cautioned, but she took to the task.  “I like the dress you’re in now.  Do you always dress sophisticated.”

Cassandra chanced a guess at the answer.  “My Mistress picks my style.  She wants me to look opulent and sophisticated, but she dresses me in contrast to my youth.  She likes to highlight how young I am.”  Cassandra changed tact.  “It helps.  People underestimate you when they think your dressing above your age.”

Kate obviously took it in, but had a different idea.  “You have a perfect ass and hot legs.  I’m going to pick you some slim fit slacks.

“Ok.” Cassandra said happy her friend was on board.

They were standing out front a window about to enter when a tall, waif, slender woman with a cloth bag bumped shoulders with Kate as if she had stepped in her path.

“Hey.” Kate said in protest.

The woman turned from her trajectory.  She was beautiful, dressed high end and slimmed faced.  “Dyke!”  The woman said in a Northern Italian accent before marching forward a perfect stride showing her self confidence at the minor assault.

Cassandra grew angry.  After a good meal last night and excellent coffee she quickly reacted.  She took hasty and long strides and caught the woman even though she was brisk.  Cassandra glided her finger over the back of the cashmere cardigan she wore and the adhesive GPS tracker stuck.  The woman did not see Cassandra and with little effort that would not even be not worthy to a passer, sentenced the homophobe.  Kate was still at the shop window Cassandra walked back and smiled at her.  “She’ll regret doing that.  I’ll be sure to explain her error to her.”

Kate looked at Cassandra a little concerned.  “Thanks.” She said taking Cassandra in.  The idea that Cassandra would defend her settled into her brain and Kate started to smile.

“Pants.”  Cassandra said.

Kate moved beyond Cassandra sentencing the young woman to the breeding stables.  “Ok.”  Her energy returned.  “Pants.”

Chapter 7.

Cassandra did not retire to her room on her arrival back at the Estate.  Instead she sought out Gia who was busy at her desk.  The door was open but she knocked anyway.  It was unnecessary, Gia would have detected her approach.  “Good morning Cassy.  How did your hunt go?”  Gia looked up from her papers.  She was viewing a modeling agencies profile list.  Examining the girls for someone she liked.

“I met someone.”  Cassandra said.

Gia smiled.  “Someone handsome.  Randy will be jealous.”

“You know who I met.  She told me Don Mateus was asked her to go to that club.”  Cassandra was just being straightforward.

“She campaigns, futilely, for the fair treatment of servants within the Society; yet she enjoys a love slave.”  Gia sat up straight and smiled at Cassandra.  “Kate has no qualms about what we do, but wishes to use the Society to satisfy her and help others outside our ranks.  I thought you might get some inspiration from her.”

Cassandra paused and then stated her case.  “I want to help Marisa from Lourinha get a better life.”

“You saved her, you feel responsible for her.” Gia offered as if Cassandra’s motives were honest and matter of fact. 

“May I.”  Cassandra asked.  She had an allowance from Gia but was unsure if she was allowed to use it for charity.

“Of course you may.  Get to know the girl and help her as best you can.”  Gia looked lovingly at Cassandra.

“And Kate.”  Cassandra paused.  “She trusts the Don, but I want you to extend your protection to her.”

“Anything else you would like.” Gia spoke coyly but it was obvious she would give Cassandra her requests.  Her subverted will of yesterday had been forgotten and her reaction was to give Cassandra things that made her more dependent on her and her favor.  Marisa and Kate were now ammunition to keep Cassandra in place.  Gia had stopped Cassandra tiny rebellion and made her love and need her more.

Cassandra had what she wanted, but felt the urge to add more.  “I understand why you do it; torture me and then give me what I want.”

“I was raised by the Society Cassy.  Torturing you is how I love you. The gifts are the same message translated so you can understand it.”

Cassandra wondered how her Mistress had been raised to make her so simple and complex.  Cassandra knew that bondage and the uncertainty of her fate early on had made her love her Mistress.  But on a basic level it was how she had fallen in love with her mother figure and an object of her desire.  Without denying those feeling she said “Can I spend the night with you.  Anyway you like.”

Gia rose from the desk.  “Oh Cassy, your loyalty makes me love you more.”  Gia walked past Cassandra taking her hand as she did so.  “Come on.  Let’s see if I can do as well as Kaley.”