On the night Lucy Warren lost her virginity, the Marquis de Sade visited her room.
She had been on a date with Tommy Bigelow, a skinny and anemic kid in her Biology class who had mooned over her for a year, and seemed to end up in at least one of her classes each semester. At seventeen Lucy had decided it was high time she ceased to be a virgin, and she thought that it would be a good joke to give her virginity to Tommy. So she had made a date with him.
That night he came for her at seven o'clock, in his father's car, and seated her in it. He planned to take her to a movie, but before they had driven a mile she calmly suggested that they go to Loma Drive, which was a popular lover's lane among the high school and college crowds. "Fuckers' Ridge" was what the uncouth kids called it, and she rather liked the term. Naturally no one ever used it in her presence. She had learned it quite by accident, passing a group of boys on the school grounds when they didn't know she was about.
Tommy gulped, and he managed otherwise to accept the suggestion with a good deal more nonchalance than she had expected.
By the time they had reached the spot where the kids usually fucked, Tommy was in a limp-cocked state.
She had brought along a flask of liquor in her handbag. Now she took it out and offered Tommy a drink. He was too ashamed to turn down a drink. He took a tiny sip and pretended to like it.
"That wasn't much of a drink," Lucy said. "Drink like a man."
He took a larger swig, and this time she saw the results of the alcohol seeping into his actions. He handed the flask back to her, and Lucy took a drink. She gave him another drink, and another, and soon he was really drunk.
Lucy began to kiss him. He drew away at first, shy and scared. Obviously, no girl had ever treated him this way before. And Lucy knew she was the prettiest girl in the school. It had said so in the last two yearbooks. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him full on the mouth, running her tongue over his. She felt him go all stiff with the shock of sudden pleasure. Then, as he grew bolder, he put his arms around Lucy and pulled her closer, returning the kisses. Lucy ran her hands down the front of his pants, snaking it inside and reaching down until she felt his cock. It was already stiff. At the touch of her hand, it stiffened even more, and he pulled his mouth away from hers and cried out with pleasure and surprise. She unbuttoned the top of his pants and then ran the zipper down. The trousers opened to her, and she pushed his shorts down until she could see his cock.
It was surprisingly large, bigger than she had expected. She fondled it and ran her fingers over it, stroking it, and Tommy's body began to shake and jerk. She pulled away from him then, afraid of setting him off prematurely, and told him to finish undressing.
Lucy undressed at the same time. By the time she was undressed, Tommy was looking at her in an almost religious way, his eyes roaming over her body. She laughed at him and took his hand in hers. She lay down on the seat, pulling him onto her. His cock, stiff and hard, lay against her leg, and he crawled upward clumsily and positioned himself on her.
She reached down and took the prick in her hands, then slipped it into the proper place. She was tight there, and she had read and heard that it was painful the first time, but she was determined to go home a non-virgin.
She felt the cock rip into her cunt at the same moment that the little, bony body came down. She bit off a cry of pain. Then Tommy's body was bobbing and pumping atop hers, and she felt the pain melt into pleasure, a tingly pleasure that started in her loins and spread rapidly up into her belly and down into her thighs, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Tommy and hugged him tightly.
It was over as quickly as it had begun. He flooded his seed into her and then lay atop her, exhausted with the fast and furious action.
"Get the hell off of me," Lucy ordered. Tommy pulled away, rising and scooting to the other end of the car seat. Lucy sat up and began to dress. Tommy sat looking at her, bewildered by the coldness of her manner. "Put your damn clothes on," she ordered. "You're taking me home."
When they were on the road back to her house, he finally worked up the nerve to speak to her.
"What's the matter, Lucy? Did I do something wrong?"
"Christ, did you do anything right? You were clumsy, inept and a weakling to boot. I should have chosen someone else for this little experiment. Anyone else."
Lucy smiled to herself in amusement. She had planted something that he wouldn't be able to rid himself of for a long time, if ever. What had start-ed out as the greatest experience of his lifetime had become a nightmare that would haunt him the rest of his life. It gave her a feeling of power.
When he pulled up in front of her house, Lucy opened her own door before he could leave the car.
"Don't bother to see me to the door," she said curtly. "And don't bother to call me, either. Fag." Before she reached her door, she heard the car pull away from the curb and move down the street.
"Home so early, dear?" her mother asked as she walked past the living room. Lucy told her that her date had tried to get a little too familiar with her and she had asked him to bring her home.
"Oh, isn't that a shame? And he seemed such a nice boy. Didn't he, Arnold?" Lucy's father grunted and took a sip of beer, his eyes plastered to the screen of the television set.
Lucy went up to her room and closed the door. Suddenly there was something in the far corner, a light, blue and green and orange, swirling around and around, and then she saw it begin to congeal.
The light coagulated and lost its brilliance, and then she saw a man in the middle of it-a tall, slender man dressed in silks and ruffles and silver buckles. She blinked, half expecting the man to be gone and the whole thing a mere daydream on her part, but there he was, and he was smiling at her.
"Good evening, Lucy," he said. "We meet in person at last."
"G-good evening," she answered.
"Please don't be nervous," he said. "I mean you no harm, Lucy. In fact, to quote an ancient rival of mine, I bring you tidings of great joy."
"I'm not nervous," Lucy said defiantly, and the man smiled.
"Good," he said. He sat down on the edge of Lucy's bed. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said in a courtly manner, making a kind of bow even while he was sitting. "I am Donatien Alphonse Francois, the Marquis de Sade."
"Oh sure," she said. "And I'm the reincarnation of Marie Antoinette."
He laughed happily, until Lucy was afraid someone might hear him.
"Don't you believe me?" he asked finally.
"Do you take me for a complete fool? I know a little something about the Marquis de Sade. He died in 1814."
"Yes, that's true," the man said. "I did, as you mortals insist on calling it, die, in 1814. But that simply means that I no longer possess the mortal clay that once housed the spirit you see now."
"You mean you're a ghost?"
He made a wry face, as though he had tasted something unexpectedly bitter.
"A miserable choice of words," he said. "But if you prefer, I suppose the term could be stretched to mean that which I am. Actually, I am a verdelet."
"A what?"
"Never mind. Just say that I am a messenger."
"A messenger from whom?"
"Satan."
She looked at him for a moment, as though she wasn't quite sure she had heard correctly. It seemed to fall into place, and she remembered the way he had entered the room, materializing from thin air. Suddenly she knew he was speaking the truth, that he was whom he claimed to be.
"Then there really is such a person?" she asked.
"But certainly. I can't blame you for doubting it, though. I doubted it too, before my death. I am one of the few persons ever to earn my present status without once believing in the reality of my master."
"And just what is your status?"
"I'm a saint. Or an anti-saint, if you prefer."
"A saint?" Lucy laughed despite herself, and the Marquis smiled benignly.
"You went to catechism classes when you were a little girl, didn't you, Lucy?"
"Of course. How did you know?"
"Oh, I know more about you than you would like to believe, my dear. I have had my eye on you ever since you were born. But tell me, what did you learn in catechism classes about a saint? Did you learn a definition for the term?"
"Of course. A saint is one who performs every act, no matter how trivial, from getting up in the morning to going to bed at night, for the glory of God."
"Correct. Well, Satan has saints too, you know, and he demands from them the kind of devotion that his Rival demands."
"That's very interesting, sir, but what has it to do with me?"
"Why, everything. As I told you, I have had my eye on you for a long time, ever since you were born, because I knew what you had in you, what was born in you. It is the kind of thing that is born in one person in several million, as it was born in me."
"What's that?"
"Cruelty, my dear. It is not the kind of thing that society nurtures. Your training, your education, everything has led you to stifle your natural bent, to hold it back in yourself. I am here to offer you a chance to develop your talents in this direction. If you accept what you have to offer, you will be on your way to becoming one of the Devil's saints. And he will settle for nothing less than the best you have in you."
"I see. And if I accept? What can I expect as compensation for the kind of devotion I am expected to show?"
"Why, the compensation is enormous, Lucy. First of all, of course, there is the sheer pleasure of working evil. That you will enjoy very much.
You already enjoy it whenever you can. Like the way you treated Tommy tonight. Don't look so surprised, dear. Of course I know. And the way you treated Tommy tonight was delightful. Well, accept the position I am offering you, and you will find that there are ways of increasing the pleasure of such cruelty.
"In addition, there will be various preternatural gifts. For instance, if you accept this position, your I.Q. will be immediately and permanently doubled.
"And then there is the question of luck. Yours will be so good that even when your wits fail to extricate you from some difficulty, if you should find yourself in one, your luck can be depended upon to pull you through.
"And lastly, I can promise you that you will enjoy a very long life. Now what do you say?"
"I may be making a big mistake," Lucy said, "but is there any question?"
CHAPTER TWO
The house was huge, and rambling, and three stories tall. At first she had thought that the place was some kind of institution, a hospital or perhaps a lodge. She felt a bit nervous at meeting a man who could own such a lavish and forbidding place.
It was pitch-black outside, and she could only see silhouettes of objects against the sky. Along each side of the long driveway were objects that looked like hutches, the kind rabbits are kept in, and they were in long series, each unit at least twenty feet in length.
The driver let her out at the house, and she went to the front door alone and rang the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately, and Lucy saw before her a tall, cadaverous looking man in tails.
"Won't you come in, Miss?"
Lucy stepped inside. The house was warm and comfortable after the tangy night air.
"I'm Lucy...." she started, but the butler nodded quickly.
"Yes, ma'm. Mr. Kilgore is expecting you. Please excuse me." He scurried over to a pair of huge oak doors and knocked discreetly. After a moment he opened it and went in.
Then a girl came in from a room just off the hallway, and Lucy got her first inkling of the difference between this house and others. The girl was young and pretty, probably not over sixteen. Her legs were smooth and shapely, and no one could have had any trouble enjoying that fact, because the maid uniform she wore was composed of a single garment that was very tight-fitting and that ended in a skirt shorter than any miniskirt Lucy had ever seen. It barely covered the girl's pussy, and the beginning swell of the cheeks of her ass were plainly visible. Lucy felt an impulse to walk over and squeeze those cheeks, but of course she throttled the urge.
The girl looked at her and smiled in a friendly and humble manner, then she hurried off almost at a run, apparently bent upon some kind of errand. Lucy became curious, and she walked into the room from which the girl had come. What she saw there sent a pang of fear through her.
The walls were lined with pedestals, and on each of the pedestals stood a girl, young and pretty, and each of the girls was stark naked. They didn't even have on the miniscule uniform of the girl who had run from the room a moment before. But that wasn't the most shocking part of it.
Each of the girls was in some kind of painful situation.
Lucy stopped and looked at a girl who stood next to an archway. She was a tall, statuesque, Nordic-looking blonde. She stood very straight on her pedestal, and Lucy guessed the girl's height to be at least six feet-two. Her feet were anchored to the pedestal by a pair of what looked like moccasins, except that they were made of tiny chains, and each of them was padlocked over one of her feet. A kind of framework in front of her was composed of thin steel bars with barbs pointing toward her, to keep her from leaning forward. Behind her was a kind of fork with one tine pointed to each cheek of her ass. The tines were cherry red with heat, and were obviously kept that way by an electric current.
Her left arm hung limply at her side, but her right was held out rigidly before her at shoulder's height. A thin metal wire was fastened securely around her wrist, and from it a wire of equal slimness ran upward and over a kind of pully arrangement that suspended from the ceiling high overhead.
Lucy followed the wire through an intricate system of pullies and gears and saw that the device was so designed that if the girl's arm lowered it would bring the hot tines in contact with her ass.
The girl's beautiful Nordic face was contorted with pain. It was obvious that she had been standing in that excruciating position for a long time. She moaned loudly. Lucy felt a thrill of pleasure at the sight of her there, and she was surprised at her own reaction.
She moved on to the next exhibit.
This girl was smaller, petite, with small, fragile breasts. She was sitting on an arrangement that looked somewhat like a sawhorse, except that it was made of steel. Along each side of it was a sheet of metal, and they joined together in a sharp peak, which the girl straddled. Some blood trickled down the side of the arrangement. The girl's hands were fastened to the device by two manacles behind her. She too was moaning.
The next device was a bit more complex, and it took Lucy a moment to figure it out. The girl was standing on a pedestal similar to the one on which the Viking stood, and her feet were held in place by the same kind of moccasins. Her arms were behind her, and were fastened and held together by a chain that ran upward to a device over her head. The girl was bent forward in an uncomfortable position, but her legs were rigidly straight because of the braces placed around her knees.
In front of her stood a pole, and there was a plate on the side of it toward the girl. Her mouth was open and her tongue was pressed against the plate. Lucy wondered for a moment why the girl kept it there, when by removing it she could stand and relieve some of the pressure on her arms. Then the girl's tongue, weakened by the painful stretching, released its pressure on the plate for a moment. Lucy saw her reason for maintaining that position. The instant her tongue released the plate, the intricate machinery pulled upward on the chain that was strung from her wrists to the framework over her head. Her arms would be dislocated, perhaps torn from their sockets. As the machinery pulled, the girl, through a supreme effort, bent down and pressed her tongue against the plate switch again. The pressure on her arms was greater now. Every time the girl failed to maintain the pressure on the plate, she would be pulled up tighter by that machinery, and eventually, she would be pulled up so tightly she wouldn't be able to bend forward enough to touch the plate with her tongue any more, and the machine would simply continue.
Lucy was about to move on to the next exhibit when she heard the butler tell her that Mr. Kilgore was ready to see her. With disappointment, she tore herself away from the marvelous exhibits.
She walked into the largest private library she had ever seen. The walls were lined with books. The books had the look of having been read, and more than once.
There was a desk at the far end of the room, with maroon drapes behind it, covering a third of the wall. A man sat at the massive desk, in a tall swivel chair. He was tall and slender. He wore a black suit and it looked as though it had cost him at least three hundred dollars.
Beside the man's chair stood a young boy, about sixteen years of age Lucy guessed. He was wearing a silk jacket buttoned up to his chin, and a pair of silk knee-length breeches. The outfit was all blue, and very expensive looking.
At the moment the breeches were unbuttoned and below the boy's knees. Only the elastic around his upper calves kept the pants from slipping all the way to his ankles. The man in the chair was fondling the boy's cock, which was a little larger than the one she had seen on Tommy. She didn't get the impression that the boy liked the handling, but he stood at strict attention, his legs slightly apart to give the man access to his pecker and balls, his eyes riveted straight ahead, as though he didn't dare move or object to his master's familiar handling.
"How do you do?" the man said. "I am Ernest Kilgore. I believe you were told that you were to become my ward."
"Yes, sir." Lucy was beginning to wonder about the bargain she had made. The sight of those girls out there, and the silent suffering of the boy, scared her. Had she been tricked somehow into becoming this man's slave? About the only thing she could do, she thought, was what the boy was doing right now. Obey.
"Take off your clothes," Kilgore said casually. Lucy began to strip. She was amazed at the quickness with which she obeyed the command, but she had been half expecting it, after what she had seen in this house so far.
She tossed her clothes into a pile on the carpet, and when she was naked, she stood at attention and looked over Kilgore's head, allowing him to examine her.
"Come here," Kilgore ordered. She walked to his side without hesitation. He began to fondle her pussy, stroking it with deft hands, until Lucy felt a stir of passion in her loins. Kilgore looked up at her and smiled.
"You are an exquisite little thing," he said. "Are you really prepared to devote your life to wickedness in every form?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Fine." Kilgore heaved himself from the chair, and Lucy stood aside, giving him room to pass. He strode past her, and she followed him, sensing that he wanted her to.
It was a bedroom, larger and more sumptuous than any she had ever seen, dominated by a huge round bed that stood directly in the center. It stood on a little raised dais, and it was covered by a very expensive-looking black silk bedspread.
"Turn the bed down," Kilgore ordered. Then he began to undress. Lucy did as she was ordered.
When she was lying on the bed, Kilgore walked over and lay down next to her, his body half covering hers. He began to stroke her breasts, then he moved one hand down over her belly to her pussy, and she felt the passion stirring in her again. She yielded to it gratefully, hoping that it would make her interesting to Kilgore.
His hands continued to stroke her, until she felt the passion grow to a pressure that could blow the top of her head off. But still he continued to pet her, raising her to an even higher passion. Then he rose above her, and she caught a glimpse of his prick, stiff and large. He placed his legs between hers. Lucy spread her legs as wide as she could, to open herself for him. She felt him coming down, onto her, and into her, and his cock was filling her cunt, and she cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Kilgore's body began to pump and grind, and Lucy felt her own body responding to the movement. She felt the pleasure growing in her, until she was screaming with it, and Kilgore was emitting a series of hoarse grunts as the pleasure in him mounted too. Then the movement of their bodies increased. Lucy felt that she was going to explode if it got any more intense.
Kilgore gave out one last grunt, and she felt his seed spill into her. Lucy hit her own climax. She was raised to heights of physical pleasure beyond any she had deemed possible. Then it was as though a million lights went off in her head at once, and she screamed.
And then it was over. Kilgore lay next to her for a moment, breathing hard, gathering strength. Lucy wondered whether she should rise or stay beside him.
"Get up," he said finally, and she was surprised by the steadiness of his voice. She herself felt shaken to the soul by the experience. If this was what it felt like to be fucked, she intended to be fucked as often as possible.
She stood beside the bed, and Kilgore sat up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, one leg on either side of her.
"Kneel," he said, and she did so. She realized then what he meant to have her do, and she wondered why she didn't feel more horrified. Nice girls weren't supposed to like that sort of thing. But of course she wasn't nice. That was what the Marquis had said to her, and she was beginning to realize how true that was.
"You know what I want you to do," Kilgore said, and there was a smile on his face. "Suck my cock."
Lucy leaned forward and took the cock in her hands. It stiffened at her touch, and she was surprised at the man's stamina. From what she had heard, and read, a man of his age shouldn't have been able to get a hard-on that quickly when he had just finished fucking a girl. She placed the stiff organ in her mouth and began moving her tongue over it. It had a kind of salty taste. She couldn't kid herself that she liked the sensation, but on the other hand she would have been kidding herself if she hadn't admitted that it wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected.
The prick began to move in her mouth, trembling as though with a life of its own, and she went to work in earnest, tonguing and licking it until it was really going wild, and Kilgore was going even wilder. His fists clenched tightly, and he began grunting with pleasure, while he beat on the bed with emotion. Lucy began to take pride in the results she was getting. She increased her ministrations, tightening her mouth to increase the contact on the prick, and rubbing her teeth lightly over its head until it spurted wildly, and the sperm had a kind of acrid, alkalai taste that was distinctly unpleasant, but she surprised herself by swallowing it deftly, allowing not so much as a drop to run out of her mouth. Kilgore tore loose with one more cry of pleasure, and his legs came together all at once, squeezing her body between them roughly. Then he lay back. The prick was soft in her mouth, and she pulled back slightly, letting it fall loose from her lips.
In a moment Kilgore was ready to go again, and this time he told Lucy to get up on the bed and kneel. When she had done as he ordered, he told her to bend forward until her breasts touched the bed. When she had done that, he told her to reach back with her hands and stretch the cheeks of her ass wide. She knew now what he intended doing, of course, and she braced herself against the pain as she stretched her ass open for him.
His cock was rather large, and it did hurt when it forced its way into her rectum. She cried out with the first shock of pain, then bit off the cries that came to her lips after that. She wanted to please him, and she wanted him to respect her if that were possible, and something told her that her ability to withstand pain without complaint would earn his respect. The big cock pushed deeply into her, and she had to press her face into the bed to keep from screaming. She heard him grunting with pleasure again. Then she heard him laughing, amused at what he was doing to her, and making her do to herself. She could feel his body jerking as he rammed the cock into her anus then pulled it out halfway. The pain was almost unbearable, and she was struck with the desire to move away from him across the bed, to make her way to the other side and then run out of the room.
Kilgore's voice rose in pitch, and he tightened his grip on her, his fingers digging painfully into her abdomen, while his thumbnails bit into her ass. She clenched her teeth and fought back the desire to scream.
Then he came, and it was all over. He pulled back and sat down on the bed. Lucy could feel the wetness of her tears on her face, and she dried them on the sheet before she rose to a kneeling position and looked at the man beside her with a querulous look in her eyes.
He rose and walked to a closeted wardrobe. He took c it two robes, a bright red one and a black one. Re put the black one on himself after throwing the red one to the bed.
"Put that on," he said. "It belongs to my wife. Then clean yourself up and come on out to the library again."
When she entered the library, he was sitting behind the desk, his hand fiddling once more with the boy's cock. The boy was standing in the precise position in which they had left him, as though he hadn't moved a muscle while they were in the bedroom.
"Sit down, Lucy," Kilgore said, indicating a chair across the desk from him. Lucy lowered herself into the chair gingerly. Fortunately, it was a very good chair, overstuffed and comfortable, and she felt only a momentary twinge of soreness. "You're a good fuck," Kilgore said casually, and Lucy couldn't help glancing at the boy standing next to Kilgore's chair. The boy gave no sign of having heard the remark. He was covered with a deep flush, but that had been there all along, from the way Kilgore was handling his cock and balls.
"Don't worry about little Victor," Kilgore said. "Nothing shocks him any more, does it, Victor?"
"No, sir," the boy said shakily. His voice was rather high pitched, but with none of the adolescent's usual cracking.
"Victor just came here last week," Kilgore said. "Pretty, isn't he?"
"Very. How do you manage to recruit people who are willing to be-uh-subject to you, Mr. Kilgore?"
"Oh, they aren't willing when I recruit them," he said. "But we have ways here of convincing people of the wisdom of absolute obedience. Haven't we, Victor?"
"Yes, sir," the boy said. Kilgore laughed with relish. The boy's flush deepened at the humiliating laugh.
"You see, my dear," Kilgore said, returning his gaze to Lucy, "Victor was a little stuck up when he came here. He thought he had certain rights, you see, and that it was beneath his dignity to follow orders, and to let people do what they wanted with him. But we managed to convince him."
"With mechanisms of the type I saw in the room across the foyer?" As soon as she had asked it, Lucy regretted the question. Kilgore might be angry at her for having wandered into that room without his permission. But he smiled.
"Ah, you saw my little exhibits? Did you enjoy them?"
"Well, I must admit that my enjoyment is somewhat tempered by the thought that I may end up on one of those pedestals myself."
"That will never happen, I guarantee. You are a member of our group, Lucy, and we never hurt each other, only outsiders."
"What about that last little trick in the bedroom?"
"What? Fucking you in the ass?" He laughed. "Why, that isn't hurting, my dear. Not real hurting, serious hurting. That's what I was talking about. Torture. Deliberate, planned torture, like you saw out there."
"Well, Mr. Kilgore, may I ask a question or two?"
"Certainly. Anything I can tell you, I'll be happy to."
"Well, the Marquis...." she blushed. The thing that had happened to her the night before seemed fantastic now, and she wondered whether she had imagined it, or whether it had been accomplished through some optical trick. But Kilgore was looking at her attentively, as though there was nothing extraordinary about what she was saying, so she continued. "The Marquis told me last night that I had a chance of becoming what he called one of Satan's saints. But he didn't really tell me what I'm expected to do to attain that status."
"Why, just what you want to do, dear."
"You mean cruelty?"
"Of course. Now, don't deny that you've always harbored a secret desire to be cruel to people, to make them suffer, to master them, to own them?"
"All right, I won't deny that. But it's difficult to believe that I am now in a place where I'll be allowed to indulge such fantasies, to make them come true."
"Nonetheless, that is what you must believe, Lucy. My God, girl, look at those little mechanisms out there. You saw those, didn't you? Those are torture devices, which I use to amuse myself. Doesn't that tell you that you can believe what I say?"
"I suppose so, sir, but how do you plan to let me take advantage of the opportunity? Am I to serve you in some way? Take part in the torturing of people?"
Kilgore didn't answer her question. He gave the boy's cock a tight squeeze, one that must have been painful judging from the way he winced.
"Go get my wife," Kilgore commanded the boy. "Tell her to get her ass down here right now."
The boy acknowledged the command and pulled up his pants and went out the door almost at a trot, relieved to be free of Kilgore's ministrations. Kilgore chuckled.
"He thinks I'll forget about him for a while now," he said. "But I plan to have him share my bed tonight. It will be the first time. My disciplines only broke him last night. He'll be revolted, of course, but he won't dare refuse to do whatever I tell him."
"You derive pleasure from boys?" Lucy was surprised. He certainly didn't seem like a homosexual in the bedroom.
"Of course. Sex, my dear girl, has many wonderful aspects."
The door opened, and a young woman came in, a very beautiful and sensitive-looking woman. The woman looked at her husband with a touch of fear in her eyes, and Lucy wondered what he had put her through during their marriage. Then Mrs. Kilgore saw Lucy, and noticed her robe. She looked back at Kilgore and saw that he was wearing a robe too, and it was obvious that she had drawn her conclusion. Somehow she managed to maintain a smile.
"Sit down, Ellen," Kilgore ordered curtly, and she lowered herself into the chair next to Lucy's.
"This is Lucy," Kilgore said, and his wife nodded at Lucy. "Lucy has come to assume the position of mistress of this house." Lucy never turned a hair, but continued to look at Kilgore as though they had been discussing the matter just before his wife entered.
"Oh, I-I see," Mrs. Kilgore said. "Do you mean she's to be our housekeeper, darling?"
"I do not mean that she is to be 'our' anything, darling."
His wife had to blink back tears. Kilgore went on, talking to his wife while he looked at her insolently.
"Lucy," he said, "will take over, beginning now, as the mistress of this house, and will give all orders to the servants. They will be instructed not to obey any orders you give them, so you can save yourself some embarrassment."
"Yes, dear." She was looking at her long, slender hands, lying in her lap.
"Have the goodness to look at me when I am addressing you, Ellen," Kilgore said. His wife looked at him, and there were tears running down her cheeks. Kilgore smiled. "Since Lucy will be running the house from now on," he said, "I think it only right that you should be given some other duties to perform. Don't you agree?"
"Whatever you say, dear."
"So I'm going to leave that up to Lucy," he said. "You will do anything she tells you to do, no matter how unpleasant you find the orders, and she will have full authority to punish you if you fall below standard. Is that clear?"
Ellen looked at her husband with horror written all over her face. Lucy felt a thrill at the thought of having this beautiful and fragile creature at her beck and call. Ellen fought down the surprise and horror and choked down the objection that had obviously risen to her throat.
"Yes, darling," she managed to say. Lucy could hardly keep from chuckling.
"That will be all," he said. "Oh, unless you have something to say to her, Lucy."
"Yes, sir, thank you." Lucy looked at the woman, and felt a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she saw the impotent hate in Ellen's eyes. "I imagine that in a house as big as this one you have a bedroom of your own, Ellen?"
"Yes-Ma'm."
"Well, you get up to it and wait until I come," Lucy said. "I want to talk to you for a while tonight, and I may have a few things for you to do."
Ellen choked a little as she acknowledged the order. "Will that be all, darling?" she asked her husband.
"I told you I was finished with you," he said.
As Ellen left the room, Lucy allowed herself a throaty chuckle, knowing that it would bite deeply into the woman's pride, or what was left of it.
"Now," Kilgore said, when they were alone again, "have I answered your question about how you are to take advantage of this opportunity?"
"I would say so, Mr. Kilgore."
CHAPTER THREE
Lucy dismissed the butler at the door to the bedroom. It was on the second floor of the three-story house. Lucy opened the door and walked in.
Ellen was sitting in an exquisite high-backed chair, her face turned to the floor.
"On your feet!" Lucy barked. "I'm taking over this bedroom," Lucy went on. "It's only right, isn't it? I mean since I am the lady of the house now."
"Uh, yes, Ma'm." Ellen was still fighting hard to keep from losing control.
"That's a lovely dress you're wearing, my dear," she said, and Ellen looked down at the exquisite garment.
"Thank you."
"Ma'm."
"Yes. Thank you, Ma'm."
"In fact it's really far too lovely for the likes of you, dear. Take it off."
Ellen looked at her in horror, then defiance. "What do you think this is? I'm sure my husband didn't mean for me to obey you in...."
"Shall we test that, dear? Shall I go down there right now and tell him that you've thought it over and decided he didn't mean it when he put me in charge of you?"
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, balls. Of course I would." The two women stood staring at each other for a long moment, then Ellen's gaze wavered and fell away. She began to undress.
"Speed it up!" Lucy said, and Ellen quickened her pace. When she was naked, and her clothes lay in a fragrant, expensive pile on the floor, Lucy looked her over insolently. "Turn around," she ordered. "Slowly."
Ellen flushed deeply, but she did as she was told, turning around. She was really a beautiful woman, with slender, tapering legs, small but perfect breasts and a real peaches and cream complexion. Lucy felt the stirrings of passion at the sight of this beautiful girl, so utterly vulnerable to her. She had read books, books she had stolen from a magazine stand near her home. They were all about different kinds of sex perversions, and now the things she had read in them seemed to take on a new cogency. She remembered also the things Kilgore had made her do for him downstairs. These things had been described in the books, and now Lucy was remembering that such things often went on between women in those books, too. She took off her robe and let it drop to the floor, then walked to the bed. She perched on the edge of it, her legs opened wide.
"Come here."
"What are you...."
"Shut up and do as you're told."
Ellen came forward and stopped in front of her. The woman's beautiful blue eyes were wide with horror.
"Come closer," Lucy said, enjoying the panic on Ellen's face. "One more step, dear. Good. Now kneel down."
"If you think I'm going to...." But she was already kneeling.
"Now, now, dear, just remember before you decide to disobey any orders I may choose to give you, that you are in my command. If you refuse me anything, dear, I shall have to tell your husband about it, and you know what that would mean to your little brother, don't you?"
Ellen's eyes widened still further at the mention of her brother. She knew now that Lucy had her. There was no bluffing her way out of things.
"In case you don't know what I want you to do, Ellen," Lucy said, "it's called 'eating my box.' You just lean forward, dear, and you put your mouth over my pussy and you sort of wallow in it. And you stick your tongue way down deep inside and taste everything. And you don't hold back at all. If you hold back, I'm liable to get mad. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm." Ellen was on the verge of tears again, and Lucy laughed with delight. Then the tears did come flooding out, and she could see that Ellen was filled with self-disgust already for what she was about to do. But she didn't dare refuse. Lucy put her hands on the bedspread behind her and leaned back.
"Well," she said, "go on, dear. Any hesitation on your part and I'm liable to think you feel that you're too good for this stort of thing, and then I may have my feelings hurt and if I have my feelings hurt dear, you will be really sorry. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
Ellen forced herself to lean forward, and her fine boned and sensitive face buried itself in Lucy's crotch. At first the only pleasure Lucy got was from the feeling that she was making Ellen suffer damnably but then the woman's tiny tongue pushed into her pussy and she felt it sliding across the inside of her vulva and she arched her back with sudden pleasure. As the tongue moved through her cunt-lips and she could hear the labored breathing of the woman who was eating her pussy she felt wave on wave of pleasure sweep over her. The pleasure rose to an unbearable level, and she cried out with it. Ellen drew away quickly, as though afraid she had done something wrong, had hurt Lucy in some way. Lucy grabbed her head roughly and rammed it back into her crotch hard. Ellen gave a muffled cry and then forced herself back to her task. The tongue moved through Lucy's pussy again, and she almost passed out with the shot of pleasure as it moved over her clitoris. Then she was pounding on the surface of the bed, so great was the pleasure. Then she felt herself covered with sweat and pounding on the bed wasn't enough any more. She pounded on Ellen's back until the woman was giving choked, muffled cries of pain, but she knew better than to leave off work until she was finished.
Then the climax came, and Lucy felt her ass come clear off the bed as her muscles grew taut with an unbearable pleasure.
When it was over, she lay back on the bed and listened to Ellen's sobs. Ellen lay on the floor beside the bed, in a heap. If Lucy moved her foot, she could feel her there, soft and fragile.
"Get on your feet." As Ellen scrambled to obey, Lucy looked at the intercom on the bedside stand. She selected the one marked personal maid and pushed it.
In a moment a very pretty girl in a skimpy uniform like the one Lucy had seen earlier came in quickly. When she saw Lucy, she stopped in surprise.
"Do you know who I am?" Lucy asked coldly.
"Oh, yes, ma'm. At least I think so. You're the new lady of the house, aren't you? Mrs. Carter, the upstairs foreman, told me about you tonight, and said I was to take your orders over Mrs. Kilgore's."
"Not over them, dear. Instead of them. Ellen Kilgore is no longer giving orders. You'll get the complete word on this matter tomorrow, I imagine. Right now I have a little job for you."
"Yes, Ma'm?"
"I want you to find a maid's uniform that will j fit Ellen here."
The maid looked at the naked woman standing behind Lucy, and a kind of comprehension dawned in her eyes.
"Yes, Ma'm." She started to leave.
"You will leave when I dismiss you," Lucy said, and the girl stopped cold and turned back to her. There was fear in her eyes. "On your way out," Lucy said, "take those clothes on the floor with you, and dispose of them. Ellen won't be needing them any more."
The girl picked up the pile of clothes in her arms. When she bent over to gather them up, Lucy saw that she wasn't wearing any undergarments. The girl had a very pretty ass. "Now you may go," she said.
The girl was back in a moment with the uniform.
"Put it on," Lucy said, and Ellen struggled into the unfamiliar garment. The maid started to help her, but Lucy barked an order, and the girl fell back. Finally, Ellen had the little dress on and zipped up the back. She stepped into the shoes. They were very high heels, and they must have been very uncomfortable, Lucy thought, after a rough day's work.
"Well, now!" Lucy said. "That looks very nice, dear. Very becoming. And much more appropriate than what you were wearing before. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, Ma'm," Ellen said, avoiding Lucy's piercing gaze.
"Look at me when I talk to you," Lucy ordered. Ellen dragged her gaze up to the level.
"All right," Lucy said, shifting her gaze to the maid. "Now, I want you to find something to keep her busy. Some work."
"But, Ma'm, the regular work day is-"
Lucy slapped the girl's face, hard. The little maid fell back, and tears came to her eyes.
"When I want you to instruct me in the schedule of this house," she said, "I'll tell you so. In the meantime, you will do as you're told. And see that you don't give her an easy job. Make her do something that will have her down on her hands and knees. Then come back here. I want you to turn down my bed."
"Yes, Ma'm."
"And another thing. Whatever job you give her had better be something that will keep her busy until morning, when the regular work day starts, and the foreman can take over."
The maid was back in a few minutes. Her tears were gone, and she seemed almost to have forgotten the slap.
"What is your name?" Lucy asked as the girl was turning down the bed. "Lena, Ma'm."
"That's a terrible name."
"Yes, Ma'm."
"How old are you, Lena?"
"Fifteen, Ma'm."
"You're very well developed for a fifteen-year-old."
"Thank you, Ma'm."
"How long have you been working here, Lena?"
"I was born in this house, Ma'm. My parents both belonged to Mr. Kilgore."
"I see. You're a very pretty girl, Lena."
"Thank you, Ma'm."
"You must be very popular with the boys."
"I guess so, Ma'm. We don't really know, because they can't touch us without special permission from Mr. Kilgore, and he only gives that permission when he wants to reward a boy. Of course the foremen can order us to their beds any time they want. I've been to bed with a couple of foremen."
"Did you like it?"
"It was all right, Ma'm."
"Were any of the foremen female?"
"Thank God, no, Ma'm. I don't think I could take that. I know it's our duty to do what we're told, but I just don't think I could stand to have a woman use me."
"Really? Well, we're going to find out right now whether you can stand it."
"Ma'm?"
"Take off your clothes, Lena."
The girl looked shocked. She had been brought up to obey all orders instantly, regardless of her personal feelings in the matter. She shucked down without a word. She wasn't as beautiful as Ellen had been, but she was a very pretty girl, and certainly frightened enough to be exciting. Lucy had put the robe back on, and now she shrugged it to the floor again. She walked to the little maid and took her in her arms. The girl felt warm and yielding, and Lucy leaned forward and kissed her, a deep, probing kiss that sent a thrill through Lucy's body. She took one of Lena's breasts in her hand and squeezed it, lightly at first, then with an increasing pressure, until the girl pulled her head away, breaking off the kiss, and screamed with pain.
Lucy slapped her. She took her nipple between her nails and pinched it until the girl's scream was piercing.
"Don't you ever pull away from me, do you understand?" She demanded. "If I want to kiss, we kiss. Whatever I want to do, we do. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Ma'm." The girl's voice was tight with the effort to keep from shrieking again in pain as the nails of Lucy's thumb and index finger pinched the little pink nipple. Lucy kissed her again, and she maintained the pressure on the nipple all the time. The girl's body swayed a bit, and Lucy realized that she was growing dizzy from the pain, and on the verge of fainting. She released the nipple.
She led the little maid to the bed and told her to lie down on it. Lucy lay down beside her and began to stroke her body, softly, gently, then with an increasing firmness. The little maid began to moan passionately. She was trying to fight it down, that was obvious, but Lucy's hand strokes were getting through her defenses. She began to tremble, then writhe. Lucy chuckled at the girl's helplessness. She lowered her hand to Lena's pussy. She stroked her there, petting her and kneading the little mound of flesh until Lena was really in a fit of passion. Then she inserted a finger into Lena's pussy, and began to work it in and out. That really set the girl off, even more than Lucy had expected, more than she had dreamed possible, and it startled Lucy when Lena's body doubled at the waist with a fit of pleasure, her knees and breasts almost meeting over her waist.
"Lie still," Lucy commanded and the girl forced herself to straighten out. Her forehead was shiny with sweat, and perspiration drops were breaking out all over her tiny body. Lucy thrust the finger deeper, until she felt Lena's clitoris. She stroked it rapidly, bringing a scream of delight from her. She increased the rapidity of her thrusts, bringing the girl to the brink of a climax.
Then she stopped.
Lena looked at her with a kind of fuzzy bewilderment, and the frustration that showed in her eyes bordered on physical pain. Lucy shifted herself, covering Lena's body. She came down on her, their pussies in contact. She began to move her body back and forth along the length of Lena's torso. She increased the tempo of her movements, determined to raise the plateau of pleasure. The girl under her responded to the movements, her own body starting to move in response to Lucy's, increasing the speed and friction of the movement. Then their bodies both began the rapid trembling that meant that the climax was approaching for both of them. Lena's legs grew rigid under Lucy, and then she felt her own leg muscles tighten.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day a maid woke her, a pretty little thing in one of the short uniforms, and the sight of her sent Lucy's pulse rate up.
"Mr Kilgore sent me to wake you, Ma'm. He would like you to come to the library at your first possible convenience."
Lucy bathed in a bathroom adjoining her bedroom. When she was clean, she went back into the bedroom, where the maid had laid out the clothes Lucy had worn the evening before. They had been cleaned and pressed. The girl helped her into them, and she went off down the hall.
Kilgore was seated at a small table, spread with a sumptuous breakfast of steak, eggs, toast, melon and coffee.
"Have you eaten?" he asked. "No, sir. The maid said you wished to see me as soon as possible."
"Quite right. Won't you join me?" It was an excellent meal.
"The reason I wished to see you," he said, "is to show you the house and grounds. If you're to reign here as mistress, you will want to know precisely what it is you are taking over."
When they had eaten, he took her through the huge house. There were three basements, the first of which contained a kind of dungeon, where Kilgore kept servants who had displeased him, or who were too old to serve him any more. The second level consisted of what he called "discipline rooms," which were actually torture chambers, sporting such obejcts as the strapado, the rack, thumbscrews, branding irons, whipping posts and other devices which Lucy didn't recognize.
The third basement housed several scientists, along with their laboratories. Most of the scientists were ex-Nazis who had escaped justice at the end of the war. They were also members of Satan's group, Kilgore told her, and were allowed to perform whatever experiments they liked on the servants, drawing specifically from those who had been condemned to the dungeon.
One of the scientists was a radiologist who was experimenting with the effects of different kinds and amounts of radiation on the human body. Another was a surgeon who was experimenting in several different fields at once, including the number of organs that could be removed from a human being before the subject died. Another was a physician who was interested in seeing how much pain the human frame could endure before some sort of deterioration set in. He had some devices which had been designed to inflict great pain without doing any direct damage to the body, and he was always using these devices, Kilgore told her. Then there was a biochemist who was interested in discovering the mental effects of certain chemical imbalances.
The floors above the ground level contained the dormitories of the servants-long rows of beds, double deckers, each bed equipped with a set of chains to keep the arms and legs of the sleeper within a fairly restricted area.
"To keep anyone from wandering around at night?"
"That, and also to keep them from masturbating. I don't want anyone having any pleasure here without my permission."
The grounds were vast, covering thousands of acres of rolling lawn and huge trees. Elaborate rods ran all over this area, and the ground was tended by the servants.
The things she had noticed the night before, and thought were rabbit warrens, turned out to be warrens, all right, but of another kind. The long structures were divided into tiny cubicles, and each of these had a glass front, allowing one to look inside. Most of them were occupied with servants who were being punished. Each cubicle was equipped with an electric plate down the back wall and over the rear part of the floor, keeping the victim from leaning back or sitting without receiving a very bad shock. The only position left to him or her was a squatting one, with the head pulled down uncomfortably. After several hours in this position, he said, most people were willing to do anything to keep from going back.
"Most newcomers to the place spend a few hours or a day in one of these little pens," Kilgore said.
"Speaking of which, how do you go about getting these newcomers? You never did tell me."
"Through abduction, mostly. Thousands of people are abducted every year, from all over the world, and never heard from again. Though some very elaborate theories have been composed as to what happens to these people, no one outside of our little group knows that many of them end up here. The most attractive ones."
They went back to the library, where Kilgore ordered a lavish lunch.
"Tell me," Lucy said, emboldened now by the friendliness Kilgore had shown her so far. "Tell me, how do you get your money? I assume, from what you have shown and told me, that you are a very wealthy man."
"My dear, I am far and away the wealthiest man in the world, though very few people know it, or even know of my existence. Every few years someone publishes a list of the richest hundred men in America, and I have to laugh. Because I could buy and sell all hundred of them without even noticing the difference.
"As to the source of my wealth, it is manifold. I get a great deal of my money from legitimate investments, but the largest share of it comes from illegal traffics of various sorts. Narcotics, for instance. And white slavery, which is my favorite."
* * *
Lucy wandered through the halls, watching the servants working. The foremen and their assistants and second assistants all carried a kind of disciplining device, a long slender goad that gave a strong electric shock when the end of it touched any part of the body. They used the device liberally on anyone who wasn't working hard enough to suit them.
It was late in the afternoon when she happened to spot the boy. He was about sixteen, she judged, and remarkably good-looking, tall and slender, with blonde hair and sensitive features. He was walking behind a maid, with a pile of bed linen in his arms. Lucy called over the second assistant who was in charge.
"What is that boy doing?"
"Why, he's helping change the bed linen, Ma'm. Mr. Kilgore demands that all bed linen be changed every day in the master and guest bedrooms, whether they are in use or not. He's carrying the linen, and fetching it, so the girls can change the beds, Ma'm."
"Get someone else to do it. Send him to my room right away. I'll be waiting."
The boy showed up ten minutes later, looking scared. He wore the same blue silk breeches and jacket common to all male servants. The breeches were very tight, and she could see the lump where his cock pushed against the silk. He walked to a position behind Lucy as she sat brushing her hair. She said nothing for a while, letting him stew as he wondered why she had sent for him, and whether he had committed some offense without realizing it. Before long little beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. Lucy felt like laughing, but she maintained a dead pan.
Finally, she put down the hairbrush. She rose and walked to an armchair across the room and sat. The boy turned, facing her. Lucy had changed into a robe, one of Ellen's, and when she sat down, it opened below her waist, revealing her legs. He was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off of them.
"What's your name?" she asked in a cold voice.
"David, Ma'm."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen, Ma'm."
"How long have you belonged to Mr. Kilgore, David?"
"Two years, Ma'm." He hung his head as he said it, and she got the impression the question had brought back unpleasant memories.
"Are you an obedient boy, David?"
"Yes, Ma'm. That is, I try to be. Have I done something wrong?"
"I'll ask the questions, David. How did you come to be in this house?"
"I-I was brought here, Ma'm."
"I know you were brought here, idiot. How did it happen?"
"I had a mini-bike, Ma'm. I took it down to the beach to ride it. Some men grabbed me and chloroformed me. When I woke up, I was here."
"Did they have any trouble teaching you to do as you were told, dear?"
"Yes, Ma'm." He looked at the floor as he recalled it. "I had to spend some time in one of the hutches."
"And that taught you your lesson, eh?"
"That's right, Ma'm."
"You're a very attractive boy, David."
"Thank you, Ma'm."
"In fact you're a beautiful boy."
The adjective embarrassed him.
"I'm going to appoint some of the staff to be my personal servants, dear. I want them all to be attractive. And I've selected you for the first of them. Aren't you lucky?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Wrong. You're very unlucky, David. Because I do not intend to be kind to my personal servants. Quite the contrary, I intend to be very unkind to them. I'm going to amuse myself with them, and they won't like the ways in which I amuse myself. But you will obey every order I give you, David. Instantly. Do you know why?"
"Well-I-"
"Come here."
He walked forward and stopped directly in front of her. Lucy leaned forward and unbuttoned the fly of his pants. He started a bit but caught himself. She pulled his cock out and held it in her hand. It began to stiffen.
"My, my, David, I seem to be turning you on."
He looked straight over her head, and a flush began to creep up into his face.
"Do you know who owns this cock, David?"
"Huh? Oh! Mr. Kilgore, Ma'm."
"That's right, David. And as Mr. Kilgore's agent, I am in authority as to what is to be done to it. Now unless you prove to me that you are an obedient boy, I don't think I can see my way clear to let you keep such a valuable little thing in your possession. So if you ever disobey me, David, I am going to have to have that surgeon downstairs slice if off. Now do you understand why you're going to obey all my orders, no matter how unpleasant they may seem to?"
He was panic-stricken, as she had expected and intended.
"Ma'm, please. I'll do anything you want. I'll obey your orders, Ma'm, honest to God I will...."
"Never mind telling me about it, dear. Just see that you do. Actions speak louder than words. Now my first order for you is to take off your clothes."
He obeyed instantly. In a moment his clothes were a pile on the hardwood floor.
He was really a beautiful boy, with a slender, well proportioned body. His cock wasn't exceptionally large, but it was perfectly formed, without the twists and discolorations she had seen on Tommy's. The sight of him standing there naked excited Lucy. She rose from the chair and shrugged off the robe. At the sight of her naked body, David's breathing came faster. He was obviously turned on by her. Lucy stepped out of her slippers and padded over to the bed. She sat on the edge of it and beckoned to him, and that was one order he obeyed instantly.
When he stood directly in front of her, Lucy put out her hand, just in front of his prick.
"Put your cock in my hand, David."
He looked mystified by the order, but he did as she ordered. The cock was stiff, and much larger than she had seen when it was sitting down. She worked it in her hand for a while, bringing it to an even greater stiffness and greater size. David began to gasp with pleasure, and Lucy laughed aloud. As the sensations mounted, he clamped his eyes shut and began to roll his head around while he grunted and growled the animal sounds of pleasure. Lucy placed her fingers on the head of the prick and rubbed it, the friction sending thrills shooting through the boy's body, thrills of almost unbearable pleasure. Then, when his eyes were shut and his head thrown back, she placed her hand flat under the cock and raised her other hand high over her head. She brought the raised hand down swiftly, slapping the organ between her hands with a sound like a pistol shot.
David screamed and jumped back. His cock was suddenly soft, and shrunk to the size it had been when she had first seen it. He looked down at her with shock-widened eyes.
"Come back here," she ordered coldly. He hesitated a moment, but stepped back to his former position. "You know, David," Lucy said, "I could consider that backward jump an act of disobedience. But I feel in a good mood at the moment, so I will interpret it another way, and say that I didn't really tell you not to jump back, and you're guilty of only bad judgment, not direct disobedience. Therefore, I'm only going to give you fifty lashes for that little piece of stupidity. Now put your little prick back in my hand, dear."
He looked scared to death, and Lucy felt a surging thrill of power run through her. He picked up his cock and put it back in the palm of her hand. Lucy noticed that it looked red from the slap she had given it.
"Now this time," she said, "I am giving you an order not to jump back, or step back, or in any way remove your prick from my hand. Is that order clear, David?"
"Please, Ma'm, I-"
"I'm giving you another fifty lashes for that little plea, David. When I give an order or ask a question, I want obedience and answers, not pleas. Now, once more, did you understand my order?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Repeat it to me."
"I'm not to jump back or step back or in any way cause my prick to leave the palm of your hand, Ma'm."
"Fine. That proves you understand the order, dear. So if you don't follow it, I can only assume that it was due to willful disobedience. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Ma'm." His voice was tight, and she could tell that he was on the verge of tears. In a moment she would have him crying. She raised her free hand again, waited a moment while she enjoyed the look of scared anticipation on his face, and then brought the hand down more swiftly than before. The sound filled the room, followed immediately by his scream of pain. Lucy had never had so much fun in her life.
"I don't like noise while I'm amusing myself, dear," she said. "So there will be no more screaming. You may grunt a bit, or whimper, or even cry. Yes, I wouldn't mind a bit if you cried. But you will not scream any more. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Very good."
She raised her hand again and brought it down hard. This time the sound was joined only by a grunt from David. He clamped his jaws together and screwed up his face in the effort, but somehow he managed to keep from screaming. His eyes were filled with tears of pain. Lucy raised her hand again and brought it down, and again he almost screamed. She raised her hand again....
Eventually, her arm became tired, and for that reason she stopped, not because she was tiring of the sport.
David stood before her, covered with sweat, shaking like a leaf and crying uncontrollably. His legs seemed barely able to support him.
Lucy shifted her hand from his prick to his balls, taking them firmly in her grasp. She began to squeeze, lightly at first, increasing the pressure slowly, giving him plenty of time to realize what she was doing before the pain actually started.
His body tensed, waiting for the pressure to reach the painful point, and then suddenly he raised his head and grunted, holding back the shriek that leaped into his throat. Lucy increased the pressure some more, and he bit his lower lip, holding back the scream by sheer willpower. Then she squeezed tighter, a considerable increase in the pressure all of a sudden, and he almost fell, almost fainted with it.
She released the boy's hairy wrinkly balls all at once, and he almost cried out with the relief.
"On your knees," she ordered, and her voice was thick with desire. He fell to the kneeling position without hesitation. "Eat me," Lucy commanded. "Eat me," she screamed in a paroxysm of desire. She wasn't sure he knew what she meant, but then he dived forward, burying his face in her crotch. His tongue slipped between her labia and into her cunt. Lucy threw back her head and cried out with pleasure. She didn't know whether he had ever done anything like this before, but he went at it with a vengeance, his tongue searching out her clitoris and laving it thoroughly. He was obviously in a panic about pleasing her, because he worked frenetically, his tongue moving through her, tasting every part of her it could reach, moving over her inner walls and over her clitoris, and she arched her back with unbearable pleasure and screamed. She threw herself back onto the bed and reveled in the screaming, wallowed in the release it gave her, as the pleasure mounted to the unbearable level. Her body writhed on the bed, almost throwing David off, but somehow he managed to keep his mouth on her pussy, his tongue probing and searching through her, building the sensation constantly, not letting it subside for an instant, and then it struck its limit, its culmination, the climax, and she gave one last tearing scream and brought her knees up sharply with the pleasure, and they clamped David's head into her crotch. Then it was over and she lay still, the sweat covering her body.
After a while she sat up and looked at David. He still knelt beside the bed, and he looked emotionally drained, unable to feel anything but the pain that still raged between his legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later that afternoon Lucy got an electric goad. She took it to Kilgore's jeweler and had him plate it with gold and mount some precious stones in it. She also called in some dressmakers and had them take her measurements. She wanted a wardrobe that would put Ellen's old one to shame.
After that she got a little bored. It was getting on toward evening, and she saw that the servants were quitting their cleaning jobs and going to dinner. She walked down the hall and selected several pretty young girls at random and told them to come to her room immediately.
When she returned to her room, they were waiting for her. Lucy counted them swiftly and silently. Twelve.
"Now, girls," she said, "I'm going to let one of you have the inestimable honor of spending the night with me. Which one of you it shall be will depend on the outcome of a little contest we are going to have.
"You girls are going to have a free-for-all wrestling contest. The object is to tear off your opponents' costumes and knock them on their asses. Once a girl's clothes are off and her ass touches the floor, she is forbidden to get up again. She's out of the fight."
Lucy could see the looks of consternation crossing the maids' faces, and she almost giggled in de-
"The rules are simple. No biting, scratching or gouging. Other than that, anything goes.
"The last girl standing gets to spend the night with me, and I promise to keep her occupied. Now I know all you girls are going to fight for all you're worth, competing for that honor, but just to add a little incentive, every girl other than the winner will spend the night, or part of it, in a discipline room, and will receive one hundred of the best from a discipliner."
There were gasps of horror from the girls, and Lucy smiled.
"I want you all to take off your shoes," she said, "so you won't be tempted to use those long spike heels. Besides that, you'll find it easier to keep your feet."
The girls took off their shoes. Lucy had them toss the shoes into a pile against one wall. Then she had them form a circle, facing inward. She lay back on the bed, supported by one elbow, and said, "Begin!"
The girls fell to with a vengeance. Each of them could feel those whip strokes on her back, and they were all determined to avoid them.
There was one girl who was almost a cinch to win from the first, a tall blonde, whom Lucy finally recognized as the girl who had been on the torture machine the night before. She wondered whether the girl had managed to keep from getting the hot pokers shoved into her ass.
The blonde towered over the other girls, and she grabbed the second biggest girl first. The blonde grabbed the other girl's dress in a tight grip and, before the smaller girl could gather her wits, she was naked, the little dress lying in tatters on the floor. Lucy laughed with delight as the blonde shot one foot forward into her opponent's shin, knocking the leg out from under her and sending her sprawling. The girl started to rise, but Lucy scowled at her, and she remained on the floor. She was fighting back tears, thinking about the welts that would be raised on her smooth, pretty back.
The other girls were pulling hair and screaming in pain and outrage, but none of them had had the nerve to get really mean yet. The blonde stepped next to a couple of them who were grappling and, slipping a foot in between them, tripped one. She went down, pulling the other girl off balance before letting go of her, and the blonde hit the girl a resounding slap on the side of the head, dazing her and knocking her to the floor.
By now the other girls had seen the light, and were battling it out in earnest, slapping and pinching each other, and here and there a real closed-fist blow was delivered. One girl ran up to another and tried to grab her arm to pull her off balance, only to have a third girl kick her in the back of one of her knees, folding the leg and sending her sprawling. The girl who had been attacked by the fallen one received a barefoot kick in the stomach that dropped her to her knees. The kicker moved in quickly, grabbing her thighs and pulling them forward roughly, spilling the girl on her ass, and putting her out of the contest.
The room was a madhouse of squealing, shrieking girls, their faces smeared with makeup, tears running down their cheeks, the squeals occasionally interrupted by a louder, more urgent scream as one of the girls was sent tumbling on her ass.
Eventually it got down to three girls, the blonde and two smaller women. Without a word, the two others ganged up, standing shoulder to shoulder, against the big blonde. They moved in. Their naked bodies gleamed with sweat.
The blonde stood back, circling them warily. Then they moved in on her, coming fast. Too fast on the polished floor. They lost their footing. The blonde grabbed a fistful of one girl's light brown hair and pulled forward sharply. The forward momentum of the girl sent her forward, sliding a little way on her stomach. Her ass still hadn't touched the floor, but the blonde bent forward and took one of her arms in each hand and pulled the girl up to a kneeling position. Then until she was forced to do a split. It was a painful position, and the girl gave out a little scream just as her ass hit the floor.
There were only the two of them now. The other girl was crying, but she somehow kept facing the blonde as they circled. The blonde had a smile on her face, a look of supreme confidence. The day was hers and she knew it. The other girl obviously knew that her position was hopeless, barring some miracle.
The blonde made a roaring sound and moved in a feint which sent the other girl scurrying back a step. The blonde laughed, and Lucy laughed, too, enjoying the girl's sure and confident technique. Lucy shifted her position, getting a better view of the proceedings. She didn't want to miss a thing, and the bout couldn't possibly go on much longer.
"Take your time, blondie," Lucy said with a laugh. "I'm enjoying the show."
The blonde acted accordingly. She was a smart girl, Lucy thought.
She made a few more of the quick feinting jumps, and in a moment she had the little girl before her in a state of near hysterics. Then she began hitting the girl, reaching forward and slaping her face, and her breasts. The girl screamed in outarge. She leaped at the blonde. The blonde stepped aside, and the other girl would have fallen for sure if she hadn't caught her and held her until she regained her balance.
It went on like that for quite a while, a fiasco more than a contest, just a little show to humiliate the blonde's opponent until it was all over.
"Okay," Lucy said with a feigned boredom. "Finish her off."
The blonde moved in quickly then, and, gripping her enemy around the waist, picked her up off the floor, tipped her back, and dropped her thudding onto her ass.
Lucy beckoned to the victor. She came forward obediently. Lucy turned to the intercom and pressed the button to summon four male servants.
They were there in a moment, and she told them to take all the other girls to the basement and see to it that they received a hundred strokes apiece. The girls climbed to their feet and walked out. They were all crying by now, anticipating the beating.
Lucy looked about at the floor, scattered with the remains of torn clothing. She pulled the girl down to the bed and stroked her thigh. The blonde didn't like this kind of familiarity from a woman. That was obvious.
"You're a real tigress, aren't you, dear?" she asked, and the blonde smiled seductively.
"One tries, Ma'm."
"What's your name?"
"Linda, Ma'm."
"How long have you been here, Linda?"
"Just two days, Ma'm."
"You seem to have adapted quickly."
"The master of the house has ways of seeing to it that girls adapt quickly, Ma'm."
"Yes, I saw you down there on that pedestal last night. I'm glad to see you stuck it out. I'd hate to think of that pretty ass being scarred." They were facing each other, so close that Lucy could feel Linda's body heat. She reached around and stroked the firm, round buttocks. "You might say I've come to think of that ass as mine."
"Under the circumstances, Ma'm, I'd say you have every right to think of it as yours."
Lucy was amused at the coolness with which Linda faced her straits. She was a slave, nothing more, and she faced the situation with complete realism.
"You'd obey me no matter what I told you to do, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Even if it was something unpleasant."
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Even something painful?"
"If I disobeyed, I'm sure you'd find something even more painful for me."
"That's true, but I wonder if you'd be quite so logical about it when the chips were down."
"I'd try to be, Ma'm."
Lucy picked up her electric goad from where it stood against the bedside table. The light glinted on the gold surface, and reflected more deeply from the jewels.
"Lovely thing, isn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
Despite her attempt to keep her voice casual, Linda looked at the little rod with obvious anxiety.
"Do you know what it is?"
"I think so, Ma'm. It's one of those goads, isn't it?"
"That's right. Have you ever been poked with one of them?"
"Several times, Ma'm."
"How does it feel?"
"Like being goosed with a high voltage wire."
"Here. Take it. No, no. Grasp it up there, so the hot end is toward you. Get a good grip on it, now.
Good. Now press it against your thigh, dear. And hold it there until I tell you to take it away."
There was a slight tremor to Linda's lips, a nervous tic in her cheek, and her hand trembled visibly, but she didn't hesitate. She pressed the electric goad against the fleshy part of her thigh and then bit her lip hard and fought against the agony that welled up in her throat. Lucy lay and looked at her, watched the sweat beads form on the girl's forehead, watched her leg begin to twitch and jerk from the voltage. Linda buried her face in the bedspread and pounded one fist against the bed, but she held the goad in place. Finally, Lucy signalled her to stop. There were tears in her eyes, flowing down the girl's lovely face.
"Very good, Linda. You do know who is boss here, don't you?" She took the goad back and placed it on the bedside table. "How do your tastes run in sex?" she asked.
"I like it."
"Doesn't everyone? I didn't mean that. I meant what kind of sexual enjoyment appeals to you?"
"Just the regular kind, Ma'm. Just the kind between a man and a woman."
"Have you ever made love to another woman?"
"I've never had to."
"Well, I hate to break your perfect record, dear, but I'm very much afraid that you've reached the moment when you do have to. Does the prospect disgust you?"
"Quite frankly, Ma'm, it does."
"Good. Kiss me."
Without hesitation, Linda moved forward, her arms snaked about Lucy's neck and she kissed her, the woman's tongue pushing into Lucy's mouth and sliding across hers. The contact sent a thrill through Lucy's body, and she placed her hand on one of Linda's breasts. It was large and round and very firm, and the feel of it in her hand, naked and bulbous, sent fresh thrills through her. She moved her hand downward, over Linda's firm flat belly to her pussy, tangling her fingers in the mass of pubic hair and stroking the skin until Linda's body writhed lustfully.
Lucy broke off the kiss.
"You've never had a homosexual relationship with a woman, dear, but do you know how it's done?"
"Well, I've heard about all sorts of ways."
"Yes, well, you can start by eating my box, honey. And remember, I expect you to get right down and wallow in it. Understand?"
"I'll do my best for you, Ma'm."
"Well, for your sake, sweets, I sincerely hope that your best is good enough."
She lay back and signaled Linda to sart. The big woman shifted her position on the bed and buried her beautiful face in Lucy's crotch. She didn't wait an instant but dived into her pussy bush moving over everything in reach of her mouth. When her tongue slid across Lucy's clitoris, she jerked in a sudden, passionate spasm. It jarred Linda away temporarily, because she hadn't been expecting the sudden movement, but she was back in an instant, her tongue sliding back into Lucy's wet vagina to probe unerringly for the spot that had brought that spasm of pleasure. The tongue played over the clitoris this time, moving over it again and again, back and forth, and Lucy's body arched and strained as she cried out with a savage pleasure, her body covered with sweat now. Her hands tangled in Linda's hair and pressed her head down deeper into the humid recess of her hairy cunt. She could hear the huffing, snorting sounds as Linda did her tongue work and fought for breath at the same time. Lucy's left leg came up and clamped over Linda's head, and she felt a momentary resistance from the woman, a purely physical reaction as she panicked in her fight for air. Then she was back at work, more heartily than ever, biting and tasting and stoking. Lucy felt something explode the tipper reaches of her cunt, and for a moment she wasn't aware of anything but the pleasure that filled her body. Then it was over, and she lay back again, forcing her body to relax, fighting air back into her lungs, and waiting for her pounding heart to slow back to normal. Linda pulled her face from Lucy's crotch and lay beside her, waiting to see what she was expected to do next.
"You know," Linda said after a while, when everything seemed back in focus, "I really don't care to do all this lovemaking in a messy room. Look at all those clothes lying all over the floor. And those shoes! Such a mess."
"Would you like me to clean the place up, Ma'm?"
"Why, not at all. I have someone else in mind to do that. You just lie there and gather your strength."
Lucy called the foreman of women on the intercom and told her to have Ellen cleaned up right away and sent to her room without delay.
In about a half hour, Ellen came in, clean and starched in a fresh uniform. She seemed to have lost weight already, and there were heavy circles under her eyes. She looked almost too tired to stand up, and she trembeld, whether with nerves or exhaustion Lucy wasn't sure.
"You sent for me, Ma'm?" She was scared, and it showed in her voice as it did in her manner.
"Yes, I did. Clean up that mess, Ellen. Don't leave a scrap behind. Throw everything in the trash bin. Then come back here and I'll inspect the work."
She worked quickly, and when she had disposed of everything she came back and waited patiently for Lucy to inspect the job.
"It's all right. The only thing I have to complain about, dear, is the way you took your time getting it done."
"What? But, I-"
"I think you need a lesson, dear, a little something to speed you on your way in the future. Now, don't talk back, dear. Go get that chair over there and bring it here, beside the bed."
Ellen fetched the chair. She looked confused, as though she couldn't understand why she was being punished.
"Go sit in that chair," Lucy told Linda, and she rose and sat in the chair. "Now take off your clothes and lie across her lap, Ellen." When the girl looked at her in confusion, she snapped sharply, "Do as you're told!"
Ellen jumped nervously at the sharp command. She stripped quickly. She lay across Linda's lap, as she had been told. Her ass, slender but nicely rounded, showed up nicely in that position.
"Now, Linda, I want you to administer a little punishment to slowpoke here. Lay it on properly, dear, or I'll let you take her place, only it won't be a bare hand on your ass, honey, if you get what I mean."
Linda raised her right hand high over her head. It was a slender, tapering hand, very feminine, but at the same time good sized and competent. She held it there for a moment, and then brought it down swiftly. It made a sharp clapping sound as it struck Ellen's ass, and Ellen squealed in pain and surprise.
"Not hard enough, dear, you'll have to do better than that."
She did better. The next time her hand came down it sounded like a pistol shot, and the squeal that came from Ellen was louder, and a little longer lasting. She raised the hand again, and again brought it down, landing a stinging blow on Ellen's already stinging butt.
Lucy lay on the bed, watching the show with real enjoyment. Ellen looked so pitiful there, so vulnerable and helpless, and her screams were soon joined by pleas for mercy, as she begged Lucy to stop the punishment and promised to do better if Lucy would give her another chance. After about ten minutes, Linda's hand began to fall with considerably less force. Her arm was tirin?."
"You're letting up, Linda," Lucy said. "Lay it on, dear, or get a good sound whipping yourself."
The blows gained in force again. Ellen's ass was bright red by now, and she squirmed with a delightful wiggling each time the hand fell on her.
"Hold it a moment, Linda," Lucy ordered when the punishment had been going on for about a quarter of an hour. Linda dropped her hand gratefully to the tormented ass and rested her arm. Ellen winced at the contact and then lay still, grateful for the respite too.
"Do you want the spanking to stop now, Ellen?" Lucy asked in a sweet voice.
"Oh, please, please...." Her voice broke into sobs.
"Just how badly do you want it to stop, dear? What are you willing to do in order to have it stop?"
"Oh, anything, Ma'm. I'll do anything you want."
"Well, it's not what I want, dear. Linda admires your looks and poise, and finds you very attractive. She'd like to have you kiss her snatch for a while, dear. The way you did it for me last night. Are you willing to do that for her?"
"Yes, Ma'm. Anything. Please."
"That's fine, dear. Then do it."
Ellen rose gingerly from Linda's lap and managed to get down on her knees. She moved forward on her knees to a place between Linda's thighs, which the big woman had conveniently spread for her. Lucy looked at Linda with amusement. She wasn't looking forward to what was about to happen with much more pleasure than Lucy was. Lesbian acts disgusted her. But of course she knew better than to contradict Lucy. And Lucy was sure that Linda's distaste for lesbianism was something that could be overcome readily enough.
Ellen moved up into Linda's crotch snugly and leaned forward somewhat gingerly to press her lips against the blonde's pussy.
"Get down there and do it, honey," Lucy ordered in a voice laden with threat. In a panic Ellen pressed her face forward, her hands came up to spread Linda's labia open. Linda's body stiffened with pleasure as Ellen's tongue probed for her clitoris. Then the stiffening increased, until Linda's body was arched with an agony of pleasure, and little shrieks of joy came out of her contorted mouth. Her face was screwed up with the contortion of pleasure-pain, and her body began to tremble. Her hands moved to the back of Ellen's head and pressed it tighter into her crotch, and the snorting and lapping sounds of Ellen's work were joined by a wheezing as she fought for air, but she made no attempt to pull back. She allowed herself to be pressed forward, even seemed to help in the action, and then Linda's legs began to shake furiously with the approaching culmination. Suddenly her whole body went rigid and the outpouring of her vaginal syrup smeared across Ellen's lips and darting tongue.
It finally ended, and the two women both looked worn out.
"That's fine, Ellen," Linda said sweetly. "Now you put your clothes back on, dear, and go back to work. Of course we'll have to dock you for all the time you spent here enjoying yourself in sexual dalliance with Linda. Together with the time it took you to get cleaned up and change you clothes and get over here, and the time it will take you to go back, I'd say that two hours was about right, wouldn't you, Linda?"
"Oh, yes, Ma'm. At least that." Ellen dressed quickly.
"Don't forget to tell your foreman to have you put in an extra two hours of work tonight, dear. I may ask her about it later."
"Yes, Ma'm. I won't forget."
Lucy noticed something in Linda's eyes as Ellen left, and when the girl was gone, she turned to Linda thoughtfully.
"You don't like her very much, do you?"
"Wha-well, it's not for me to-"
"Answer the question, dear."
"No, Ma'm, I don't like her at all."
"Have you encountered her before?"
"No, Ma'm."
"Well, then, how can you form such a strong dislike for her so quickly? I admit you've come to know her rather intimately in the last few minutes, but that doesn't mean you know her well."
"I don't know, Ma'm. It's just something in her attitude. She seems to think she's better than the rest of humanity."
"She seemed docile enough."
"She's obviously learned better than not to be docile. But she still thinks that what happens to her is worse than what happens to other people, simply because it is happening to her. You can see it in her eyes and in the way she holds herself."
"Do you know who she is?"
"No, Ma'm."
"She's Ernest Kilgore's wife."
"What? I mean-Oh, my God, no!"
"Relax, dear, she's no better than you are in this house. Mr. Kilgore hates her well-brought-up guts. He's given her to me as a toy, to amuse myself by making her miserable."
"Well, quite frankly, Ma'm, I envy you." Lucy had been playing with an idea. Now her decision was made.
"Ellen is a little project of mine, dear. My job is to break down this haughty attitude of hers. Part of my method of doing it is to work her into a state of exhaustion, and then force her to go on, and then punish her with pain and humiliation for not being able to do the impossible. I've been thinking of appointing a special supervisor just for Ellen, someone whose sole job it would be to go around with her on all her jobs and see to it that she doesn't slow down just because she's tired.
"The job carries foreman status, which means a private room of your own and your pick of the boys' and girls' dorms when you feel horny. The woman would have an electric goad like mine, except not as fancy of course, and she would be expected to use it liberally.
"Would you be interested in a job like that?" I certainly would, Ma'm."
CHAPTER SIX
Kilgore asked her to come to his library that night. When she entered, he was sitting at his desk reading some papers. He had a wine glass in front of him, and when it was empty, Lucy walked around to the side of the desk and refilled the glass from a decanter.
"Sit down, my dear," he said cordially, and she took a seat in one of the two chairs before his desk. "I've been reading your biography, my dear."
I'm flattered, sir. I didn't realize that I have a biography."
"Oh, of course. I've read it through before this, of course. I'm just refreshing my memory. I recalled from my reading that you have a brother and a younger sister. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, what would you say to the idea of my bringing them here to this house, as servants?"
Lucy saw that he was studying her quite closely, and she realized that Kilgore was trying to see whether she was ready to accept his suggestion, or whether her upbringing was too strong. She smiled.
"I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Kilgore. They are both quite attractive, and should furnish you with a great deal of entertainment."
"I wasn't thinking of entertaining myself with them, Lucy. I was thinking of giving them to you, to see what you can do with them."
"I think I could treat them with even greater cruelty, just as I have treated all the other servants, sir."
"If that's true, my dear, you are adapting more quickly than I had thought possible. You have no objection, then, to the bringing of these two young people here?"
"Quite the contrary. I would object, I think, if you changed your mind about it. I'm only sorry the idea didn't occur to me. However, you may have some trouble getting your hands on my sister. I don't know whether you know of her present residence."
"You mean the convent? Yes, I know all about that. She entered it when she was thirteen, I believe."
"You have been most thorough." He smiled.
"As I said, you leave that part of it to me."
She went back to her room and found Linda and Ellen and David waiting there. Ellen had been cleaned up and Linda had obviously brought her there for the first of the nightly reports that were to be made. She had given orders for David to be there.
The three of them were standing outside her door.
Lucy opened the door and entered, and they followed her in. She sat in front of the vanity. She was wearing one of the outfits the dressmakers had recently come up with, a pair of tight black pants, black boots and a bright red silk blouse, so thin her nipples were visible through it. She told Linda to proceed with the report.
"Well, Ma'm," she said, "I wasn't with her the full day today, of course, so I don't have much to tell you. But for what it's worth, she is very slothful. She takes her sweet time about everything, and when I try to hurry her it does little good. I think she feels she doesn't have to obey orders the way the other girls do, because of who she is."
Ellen looked horrified at the report, and started to speak. Lucy waved her into silence and told Linda to proceed.
"There was only one direct violation of the rules, Ma'm. She used one of the guest bathrooms, instead of going to the servants' quarters."
"I did nothing of the sort," Ellen objected, her voice filled with anger. "I-"
"Fifty strokes," Lucy said. "For the violation. And another fifty strokes for lying about it."
"But I'm not lying. I-"
"Fifty more strokes for lying again." She looked into Ellen's face, a faint smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Ellen closed her mouth. She looked outraged, but she knew the game now, and knew that she could only do herself further harm by denying the charge.
"That's better, dear," Lucy said. "Now I'm going to ask you specifically. Did you do what Linda says you did?"
"I-" Ellen looked at Lucy for a moment, then forced herself to give the wiser of the two answers. "Yes, Ma'm. I did it." She seemed to choke on the words.
"That's better, dear. If there's one thing I cannot abide it's lying. Don't you feel much better, now that you've made a clean breast of things?"
"Y-yes, Ma'm."
"Fine. Now I've given you a hundred and fifty strokes for the violation and the two little lies you told. But Linda also says you were lazy today, dear, so I'm going to have to give you another fifty strokes to remind you to work a little harder from now on. Two hundred in all." She took out a piece of stationery, and wrote out the punishment order. She gave the paper to Linda. "Take her down to the discipline section." The two girls departed.
When they were gone, she had David strip. He looked nervous, not sure of what she had in mind, but of course he didn't hesitate an instant to obey. His prick seemed to have lost all the redness it had received from the punishment.
"I have something new I want to try out, sweetie," she said. "Something I had the carpenter throw together for me today."
She led him to a table in the corner of the room. There were some straps on it, small ones, about as wide as rubber bands, with little buckles on them. There were two separate beams of wood. Each of these boards had another strap and buckle.
She had David stand on the two horizontal beams and fasten the straps over his own feet.
He finally got the straps fastened tightly. He looked at the contraption with frank apprehension, wondering what kind of punishment lay in store for him.
Lucy placed his hands behind him and fastened them to the manacles. Then she reached down and slipped his prick up onto the table. She fastened the little straps around it, careful not to draw them so tightly that they would cut off circulation. She wanted him to feel everything.
He had figured out what was going to happen to him by now, of course, and she could see the quickening of his breath, the widening of his eyes. He pulled at his bonds a little, strictly a muscular reaction, and then made himself stand still. He knew that whatever she wanted to do to him, he would have to put up with it. Unless he wanted to be castrated, of course.
Lucy had had some whips made by the leather worker. She had several now, and a rack to hang them in. The rack had been put together by the carpenter, and it was designed to hold two dozen whips, including her electric goad.
She selected a riding crop, stiff but flexible, with a knurled brass knob on the end of it. As she walked back toward David, she struck herself in the palm with the brass knob, lightly, watching his eyes as he stared at the whip and reflexively tried to cower away.
She stopped at the end of the little table and looked at his prick, strapped down and vulnerable. She reached forward with her hand and stroked it lightly a few times. It puffed up a little, a purely physical reaction to the stroking. David bit his lower lip. She looked into his eyes and smiled coldly.
She raised the whip and held it for several seconds while David clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, on the verge of tears already. Then she brought the crop down smartly. The crop made a meaty sound accompanied by a sharp rap as the leather struck David's cock and the brass knob banged against the surface of the table.
He cried out with pain, arching his body and throwing his head back. The chains behind him rattled as his arms jerked on them, and his prick stretched with his effort to pull free.
"There will be no more noise, David," she said coolly. "I told you, I don't like noise while I amuse myself. So there will be no more screaming. Do you understand?"
"Yes, M-Ma'm." He gasped the words, trying to catch his breath.
"Repeat the order, dear."
"I won't scream, Ma'm."
"Fine. You may gasp if you like, and you may cry, of course. As I told you, I don't mind your crying a bit." She raised the crop again, then brought it down, a little harder this time. It struck with a sharper sound and left a little welt on the cock. David bent his neck back and clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. Even so, he barely made it. The pain must have been excruciating, Lucy thought. She felt a tremor of pleasure pass through her. She brought the little whip up over her head, then brought it down. She was getting the swing now, and each time she struck a little harder. David shook his head rapidly in his attempt to work off the pain without screaming. Linda laughed aloud, unable to contain her enjoyment any longer. She raised the crop again, and this time the brass knob struck David's cock. It made a kind of rapping sound, the knock sounding against the table through the meaty tube of flesh, and this time David cried out, unable to hold it back any longer. Lucy looked at him sharply.
"Do you want to lose this thing, sweetheart?"
"No, oh, no, God, please, I'm sorry-"
She raised the crop and brought it down, striking with the knob again, and this time the edge of one of the knurls struck his bloody penis, and the sound he made was close to a scream, though he managed to strangle most of it.
Lucy raised the crop again and again, striking with an increasing rapidity. When she could see that he was almost ready to pass out from the pain, she stopped and stepped back. She went over to the bar in the corner of her room and drew herself a glass of wine. She sipped it slowly, savoring both the wine and his suffering. Lucy put the glass on the arm of a chair and stepped in close again. She began whipping his cock again, and he bit off the cries and flung his head back and forth with the effort. David was captive, held rigidly in place. Even his wrists were fastened rigidly to the post behind him, holding him in place, and his legs were jammed up against the edge of the table. With his wrists and prick held at table height, he couldn't bend his knees more than a fraction of an inch.
So far she had struck only the shaft of David's prick. Now she moved the arc of her swing slightly outward and brought the leather part of the whip down on the head of his bludgeoned organ. The surprise of it almost wrung a scream from him, and he had to choke it back hurriedly. She raised the crop and slapped it down across the glans of his prick again, and then again, and then again, and after several strokes she saw his face start to go slack, his eyes dull, and she knew he was close to passing out.
She threw some water in his face. The cold water revived him, and he screwed up his face as the pain of this throbbing cock returned full force. Lucy laughed and began the whipping again. This time she brought the brass knob of the crop down onto the head of the boy's dick, and he nearly passed out with the first blow. She waited for a moment, slowing her rhythm to give him time to recover between strokes. She struck him again, and again, and then again, and she knew she would have to stop now, at least for a while, or she would damage his prick permanently.
She sat down in an overstuffed chair and had another glass of wine while David stood with the sweat pouring down his body in reeking drops.
She walked to the rack on the wall and exchanged the crop for a cat-o'-nine-tails. Each of the lashes had a little knot in the end. Lucy pulled the whip back and swung it in a sidearm delivery, slapping the lashes against David's belly. They struck with a stinging smack, and he stiffened with the sudden pain. Now she struck lower, smacking him in the abdomen, just above his cock. He jerked again, and she made a mental note to have him shaved there so that the whip would strike against the soft skin with nothing to deaden the blow.
She struck him on the belly a dozen times or so, until he had a crisscross of red welts there. Then she moved behind him and lashed out at his back and shoulders.
She noted that the post that held his hands behind him was an obstacle that prevented her from whipping his ass. He had such an inviting ass, nice round cheeks, that she decided she would have to redesign the table some way, or do something that would permit her to strike him there.
She hung the whip back on the rack and took down her new electric goad. She wanted to try it out before she released David from the table. She walked up behind him and touched him lightly on one cheek with it. He jerked. She touched him again, in the ribs this time, and his body went into a shaking fit. She drew it away. She thought of giving him a jolt through his prick, but thought better of it. The prick had taken about all she dared to give it for the time being, if she wanted to keep him for her pet, and not go searching for another one.
She hung the goad back on the rack and then came forward and opened the manacles. David almost fell with the sudden release of support.
"Open the straps," she commanded, and he worked gingerly at the two little thongs that held his cock to the table. He jerked several times with pain before he finally managed to open them. He finally managed to free himself.
"Come here, David," Lucy said from the edge of the bed where she was perched. He came forward on shaky legs and stood before her, fearful that she might mean him more pain.
Lucy reached into the drawer of her bedside table and removed a fancy gold device. It was studded with jewels, and was quite beautiful.
"I have a little present for you, David," she said. "Can you guess what it is?"
"No, Ma'm." He looked at it fearfully, as though afraid it might be another torture device, and Lucy laughed. She fastened the upper part of the device about his waist, and he jerked a little as the cool metal wrapped about his skin. Lucy fastened the snap securely. The remainder of the device hung down behind him, and she reached between his legs and pulled it forward. It was a cup-shaped grillework, and it covered his balls and pecker neatly. She had had the jeweler make from measurements she had got from the tailor. It was fastened to the back of the belt by means of two metal straps that circled the cheeks of his ass in such a way as not to interfere when he had to shit. She fastened the front strap to the front of the belt, locking his prick and balls neatly behind the grillwork. It was a fancy grillwork, and it showed his privates clearly, though it would be impossible to touch them with more than a fingernail. Nothing would interfere with pissing, as long as he sat down to do it, but there could be no sexual activity of any kind while he wore the belt. The clasp in the front that held the belt closed and also held the grillwork in place was actually a tiny lock. Lucy reached into the drawer and produced the key, also made of gold.
"You have such a pretty prick, darling," she said, "that I thought I'd give the girls a treat and let you show it off. But at the same time I want to be certain no one else is amusing herself with my property. So from now on you'll wear this belt all the time except when I take it off of you. And you will wear nothing else, dear. No clothes. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm. I understand."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two weeks later Lucy's brother arrived. She met him in a guest room, where he sat on the edge of the bed, looking scared and confused.
"Sis, what the heck is going on here? Where are we? How did I get here? What are you doing here?"
She laughed.
"One question at a time, Bobby. And don't look so worried. You're here because I wanted to see you, that's all. I can't tell you much about this place, but it isn't as bad as you think, I assure you."
"But, gosh, sis, the folks are really scared sick over what could have happened to you. What's going on?"
"Now, don't worry about it. I'm all right. The reason I had you brought here was so that you could go back and tell our mother and father how I am, and they'll stop worrying about me. All right?"
"Well, I guess so. Only if you're here of your own free will, why don't you tell them yourself?"
"That's one of the things about this house that I can't tell you, dear. Now, trust me. Don't you trust me?"
"Well, gosh, sure I trust you, sis. I just-"
"Here. Drink this wine." She handed him a wineglass which she had just filled from a decanter on the dresser.
"Do you think I ought to?" Bobby was only fifteen, and had never been allowed even a sip of wine.
"It's all right this once. You're understandably nervous, Bobby, and this will relax you, and help you to sleep."
He took the wine, sipped it and made a wry face.
"Now, none of that. Drink it down, dear. Sister knows best."
He looked resigned and drank the wine at a gulp.
The wine had been heavily drugged. In a moment he was in a deep sleep. Lucy stood looking down at him for a moment. He was a very attractive boy. She wondered why she had never noticed before that he was so attractive. He was really beautiful, with soft, wavy brown hair, a little long right now, like her own, she knew, was finely molded, sensitive looking, with long lashes and a fine, straight nose.
On a whim, she undressed him. He was too deeply drugged to have any idea of what was happening to him, of course, and she enjoyed the job, stripping off one garment after another while he lay there, not knowing what was taking place.
When he was naked, she looked him over with real appreciation. He was every bit as good looking as David, she thought, and a year younger.
She reached down and took Bobby's cock in her hand. It lay limp in her palm and she manipulated it, enjoying herself. It wasn't very large, of course, but then he was only a boy, though a remarkably well developed once.
"He's very pretty, isn't he?" The voice at her shoulder startled her, and she dropped the cock and turned quickly. Kilgore laughed.
"I didn't mean to give you a start, my dear. I say, he really is pretty, isn't he?"
"Oh. Yes, sir. Very."
"I'm almost sorry now that I promised to give him to you. He's the kind of lad who could furnish me with hours of great fun."
An idea suddenly occurred to Lucy.
"Then let me give him back to you, Mr. Kilgore. As a gift."
Kilgore looked at her with an expression of disappointment.
"No," she hastened. "I'm not trying to get out of my duty. In fact, I'm looking forward to it. I want to give him to you, but not yet. Give me a couple of months to carry out some changes in him that I have in mind, and I'm sure you will find him more pleasing than you do now."
The expression on Kilgore's face changed subtly.
"You intrigue me, my dear. Very well. Two months."
"You told me when I first came here that you were going to give me a three month apprenticeship, after which you would judge my aptitude for cruelty on the basis of what I had done to your wife. Why not let me bring you your little gift at the same time?"
"The idea has merit. Very well. On the first Saturday of the month after next, you will come to dinner with me in the main dining room. There you will present me with my wife, showing me what you have done with her, and also with my gift, as you call him, changed in whatever way you have in mind. And I don't mind telling you that you have really aroused my curiosity, something that isn't easily done."
When he had left, Lucy went back to her own room and called one of the ex-Nazi surgeons on the intercom.
"Come to my room, Doctor," she said when the man had answered her call. "There is something I want you to attend to. At once."
* * *
The drug in the wine was a powerful one, and he slept until two the next day.
He finally stretched and yawned and opened his eyes.
"Well, hi there," she said in a cordial voice. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day."
He looked puzzled at first, as though he didn't remember where he was. Then he smiled up at her with comprehension.
"Oh, hi, sis. Did I really sleep that-" He tried to sit up and realized that he was strapped to the bed. He looked at her in puzzlement. "What's this, sis?"
"Oh, that's just to make sure you didn't roll out of bed and hurt yourself, dear. You see, you've had a little operation."
"Operation?' He sounded alarmed. "I didn't need an operation."
"I thought you did, Bobby."
"What kind of an operation?"
"Well, you might call it a kind of-amputation-dear."
"Amputation? What are you talking about?"
"Don't you notice something missing?"
He looked at her for a moment before he realized what she meant. Perhaps he felt the cross-work of bandages over his crotch, or the soreness there. Whatever it was, the knowledge dawned on him all at once, and she couldn't help grinning broadly at the sudden comprehension on his face.
"Christ!" he screamed in a high, almost feminine voice, "What have you done to me, sis?"
She chuckled.
"Nothing all that important, dear. Just removed something you don't need. You still have your eyes, and your limbs, and everything you need to work. And I promise you, you will be doing plenty of work and precious little screwing around from now on."
He was screaming and raving now, trying to get up, straining against the strap. Lucy reached forth and touched him with the electric goad. He jerked away and suddenly fell quiet. He lay sobbing, his body shaking with huge, hard sobs. She tried talking to him, but he made no sign of hearing her, so she left.
She came back an hour later. He was lying in the same part of the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes unblinking.
"Hello, dear," she said jovially. "Feeling any better now that you've had a chance to think things over?"
"Why, sis? For God's sake, why?"
"Just because it amused me, Bobby. Oh, that reminds me, dear. I'm changing your name. Bobby is a man's name, and you're not a man, are you, dear? I think Barbie is a pretty name, don't you? So that's your name from now on. Get used to it honey." She smiled at him.
"And one other thing. All the servants here address me as Ma'm. So knock off that sis stuff. Understand?"
"Eat shit," he said in a slow, measured syllables. Lucy reached forward with her electric goad and touched him at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He tried to pull away, but she followed what little movement he could make. The electricity hissed and burned his skin, and finally he pleaded with her to stop. She pulled the goad away.
"Don't ever talk to me that way again, Barbie," she said quietly. "Or I'll have to take stronger measures to teach you a lesson. Even for a sexless monster, pain is quite as horrible as it is for a man or woman. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I understand."
She rammed the goad against him again. He screamed with the pain this time.
"Yes, Ma'm. I understand, Ma'm."
"Yes, Ma'm. I understand, Ma'm." His tone was surly. She jabbed him again.
"Don't speak to me in that tone, Barbie, dear."
"I'm sorry. Ma'm."
Lucy smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
David was waiting for her outside her room, where she had left him. She signaled him to follow her inside. She closed the door and undressed, then went to the bed and sat on it, beckoning to David to come forward. He moved closer without hesitation.
Lucy opened his chastity belt. There was a ring on his flesh, a mark left there by the belt. Lucy rubbed it gently, and saw his prick rise at the touch.
She lay back on the bed, scooting to the center of it, and told him to lie next to her. He did so. Lucy took his cock in her hand and fondled it. It stood instantly, hard and ready. His entire body tightened at the sensation, and his breathing quickened. She amused herself for a while, moving her hand over his balls and thighs, sending little thrills through his frame as her hands caressed him. His prick was brick-hard now, standing like a monument on his body. She laid her hand along the shaft and touched the tip with her thumb. She began to massage the head of the cock with her thumb.
David began to twitch and churn as she worked over his cock. He grunted and choked back cries as his body reacted to her ministrations. Lucy smiled to herself at the sensations she was able to bring him so easily, with so little effort on her part.
"Eat my box," she said. The command was given softly, almost as a request, but David reacted instantly, as though she had barked the order to him.
He lowered his body on the bed and began to delve his face into her crotch. Lucy spread her legs wide, allowing him better access to her pussy. His tongue slipped between the lubricated labia and entered her. Lucy's body arched with pleasure. She hadn't realized how stimulated she had been. Her pussy was already moist, and she felt the sensations of joy running through her vagina in ripples.
"Just a minute," she said. She handed him a pillow from the opposite side of the bed. "Put this under my ass," she ordered. With the pillow under her, her body was arched and more available, more exposed, to his mouth. David buried his face in her crotch again and began to tongue her with abandon.
The pleasure rose swiftly to a peak. Lucy let it flood through her, overwhelm her. She had become accustomed to pleasure in the past weeks, but it was always like a new experience to her when she had an orgasm.
When the climax hit, it was powerful. It left her weak and debilitated. David, sensing her spent state, relaxed in his efforts. After a moment she ordered him to his feet.
"That was very good, David," she said. "You're learning quickly. But then I guess you have an incentive to learn, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"I feel like a little amused now, dear. Let's go over to the table, shall we?" The table was what she called the whipping device she'd had the carpenter put together. David hesitated at the command, but only for an instant.
She strapped him in securely, lashing his prick to the top of the table. Then she went over to her whip rack and selected a bludgeon of rubber, flexible but hard and strong. She walked back to him and smiled. He was covered with sweat already. He was choking back sobs of fear. She could see the muscles in his thighs grow taut with fear. Lucy raised the knout high over her head and hesitated for another moment, smiling at the boy, then brought it down smartly.
He choked off a cry, and his eyes filled with tears at the pain. Lucy laughed aloud at the expression on his face. She picked up the whip and brought it down again. The first time it had struck the shaft of his prick. This time it hit the head of his organ. A choked cry escaped his throat. Lucy raised the knout without hesitation and brought it down again, and then again. After a couple of dozen swats her arm was tired, so she hung the knout up and took down her cat-o'-nine-tails. She walked back to the table and put the whip on the table, where David could see it. She walked around behind him. The new framework left his ass exposed to her. Lucy picked up the whip. She wound up, crossing her body with her whip arm, and let fly with a backhand swat that landed the whip's tails across the tender skin. David almost let out a howl at the surprise blow. She could tell when he was close to the edge.
She worked around his body, using the whip in different places at random. She had ordered him to shave his entire body every day to keep it smooth for her, and as she moved to the front of him, she could sense his growing fear. The protective mat of pubic hair was gone from him, and the whip, striking the front of his belly, had nothing to hit except bare tender skin.
Lucy pavised, letting the whip play over his hip for a while. This, too, was a kind of preliminary, letting him worry about the greater pain to come when she stepped around to the front of him and with her hand alone, keeping her body in the same position as before. David let out a little yip of surprise, and Lucy stopped the whipping and stepped in front of him. She smiled up into his face.
"You know, I could interpret that sound you just made as a scream if I wanted to," she said. He blanched, and if he had looked frightened before he seemed terrified now. "Shall I do that, David? Shall I interpret it that way?"
"No, please, Ma'm. Please don't."
His begging was music to her ears. Lucy liked to be begged. It was something she had learned about herself in the weeks she had spent in this house. She let him go on a while, feeling a new excitement in her loins as the naked, bound and whip-marked boy pleaded with her.
"What would you suggest that I do instead, David? You can't expect me to let you get away with such an unseemly noise without some punishment, can you?" She had made the game up a week ago, and the rules were that if David ever suggested a punishment which was too light in her opinion, she would either order a much greater one than she had originally intended, or would just have him castrated and end the whole matter. So far David hadn't yielded to temptation.
He had been wise enough to be hard on himself.
"I-I'd suggest two days without food or water, Ma'm. And a hundred strokes from a discipliner. And sixteen hours of extra work duty," he added for good measure.
"All right," Lucy said. "I think that's fair enough. In fact I wasn't going to be that hard on you. But since you feel that is what you deserve, I wouldn't want to cheat you of the opportunity to appease your conscience."
The excitement she had felt in her loins was growing to a fire heat. Lucy pressed a button, releasing the cuffs that held his hands to the framework behind him. "Get out of that contraption," she ordered. "And come over here." In a moment he was next to the bed. Lucy sat on the edge of it and spread her legs. "I don't suppose that prick of yours could get hard now if I wanted it to. A little batting around and you turn impotent," Lucy said with contempt. "I think you must be a latent fag. But that's all right. You still have a tongue, haven't you, David?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"All right, use it. Get down on your knees."
He knelt down and burrowed his face into the damp, hot vee of her crotch. Lucy widened her legs farther, letting him go all the way in. She leaned back, bringing her slit in easy reach. The tongue slid moistly into her, and she began to gasp. Her passions had been built up to a fine pitch by the cruelties she had just inflicted on David. She gave vent to her emotions, crying out as the pleasure built up. David tongued her expertly, his tongue sliding over her vaginal walls and her clitoris, whipping the pleasure higher and higher. Lucy gasped and moaned as the sensations flashed through her, building to a higher and higher pitch and intensity. When it hit the climax, it was as powerful as the one she had felt only minutes earlier.
"All right," she said to David when the act was over. "Now get up." She put the chastity belt back on him, locking it securely. "Go on back to your foreman, dear. And be sure to tell her that you're under a sixteen hour extra work punishment. Also tell her about the hundred strokes, and the two days without food or water."
When David was gone, Lucy summoned one of her personal maids and had the girl draw a bath for her. She bathed and perfumed herself, then put on a fresh outfit from lingerie out to her stretch pants and blouse. She dressed all in black this time. The servants had learned to keep out of her way all the time if they could manage to do so of course, but particularly when she was dressed in black. She liked to put on black clothes and go hunting for someone to fuck up.
The halls were a bustle of activity as always. When there was no work to be done naturally the foremen were under orders to make some. With so many slaves about the place it became a chore to keep them busy.
She wandered through the halls for a while without knowing precisely what she was looking for, or what she wanted to do. From time to time she would amuse herself by nudging one of the workers with her goad. The girls in their short skirts and no lingerie were extra fun, she thought. It was an easy matter to find one of them bending slightly forward and insert the goad under her skirt. They squealed beautifully.
The idea came to her after an hour. She enjoyed looking at the boys, all pretty and all cowed by the punishments that they had already suffered. They scurried about, obeying the orders of those placed over them.
Lucy saw a new boy, handsome and tall, with black hair and dark eyes. His mouth had a sensuous quality, and his skin was smooth and soft-looking. Lucy called over the assistant foreman in charge of him.
"How long has that boy been here?" she asked.
"I just got him this morning, Ma'm. He's been in the house for a week. That's what he told me." The boy trotted behind the girls, carrying linen, just as David had done the day Lucy had found him.
"Send him to my quarters," Lucy ordered. She walked through the halls with more purpose after that, looking over the new boys with the idea in mind. She picked them at random, not bothering to keep track of the number. She walked all over the house in her quest, picking out the best looking male newcomers in every hall she entered.
When she was satisfied that she had collected enough of them for the present, Lucy went to the discipline office, a room in the lower section of the house, and ordered a half dozen big security officers to follow her. They walked along behind her in a loose formation, the goads swinging at their sides.
The boys were all standing outside her door, looking miserable and scared. A subtle buzz of conversation hovered over the group as the boys conjectured in subdued voices about their fate.
"Shut up," Lucy said, opening the door. The boys looked more frightened at her presence, and at the sight of the security men. The security men were chosen on the basis of proven loyalty. They were also chosen on the basis of size and strength, and of inate cruelty in their personalities.
Lucy had the boys form a group in the middle of the room facing the bed. The security men took up a place next to the door and stood at loose attention. She made a count of the boys. There were thirteen of them. An excitement filled her at the thought of what she was about to do. The boys were silent, waiting for her to tell them what was in store for them.
"I have decided to organize a special cadre of servants," she said without preamble. "I chose to select them on the basis of looks. Since all of you boys are exceptionally good-looking, I've chosen you to be the first members of the new group." She paused. The boys relaxed a bit. Some of them even seemed happy at the news. A soft job, they no doubt thought.
"You're all very lucky, aren't you?" she said, as she had said to David when he had become her first male servant. None of the boys said anything, but they all looked as though they agreed with her. "You're a bunch of fools if that's what you think," Lucy said. She didn't change the tone of her voice when she spoke the words, but she could see the effect on the boys. They tightened and looked at her with an increased awareness. Lucy let them stew for a moment longer before going on. "I do not plan to bestow any special privileges on my personal servants," she said. "I plan to make your lives miserable from this moment forward. You will be held accountable more rigidly than the other slaves, and your punishment will be swifter and far sterner."
They were all impressed by the words, of course. She could see the agitation in them, and it amused her.
"Once enlisted in my private service," Lucy said, "there are two ways to leave it." She held up a stiff finger. "One. You can die. Or two." She added another finger. "You can be mustered out of my group of boys, so to speak, and into another group which I am going to form. Strictly speaking, of course, this won't be a way out of my service, but only a way out of my cadre of male servants and into another cadre." She looked them over before going on.
"My other cadre," she said, "will be composed of servants who are not, in the strict sense, male. They will be servants who used to be male, but who have for one reason or another been relieved of their masculinity." Now most of them understood her, and she could see their eyes widening at the realization. Lucy smiled. "For the edification of those among you who haven't figured out yet what I mean, I am going to castrate you and make up a whole group of new servants who have been sexually altered.
"I do intend to let all of you have a chance to keep your balls and your peckers a little longer by convincing me that it is in my interest to keep them hanging between your legs as at present."
Lucy stopped arid looked the boys over. One or two of them were actually crying. The others looked frightened, but not as totally demoralized as she had expected them to be. The idea of their fate was too distant to terrify them, she supposed.
"Now, I don't want you to think that your ability to give me pleasure will save you for one moment," Lucy said. "I have boys galore, and a lot more will be joining your ranks as time goes on.
While I do enjoy the things that can be done with a male, I'll remind you that I own so many of you that I could afford to send this whole group under the knife this day and never even miss you. Your pricks are all hanging by a thread. And while you will all be gelded eventually, that doesn't mean that the gelding can't be used as a punishment. Some of you will be castrated sooner than others. Some may be castrated tomorrow. Or even today."
That had an effect on them all right. They looked at each other for a moment, and there was sweat on a lot of foreheads. Lucy laughed softly.
"Yes, I thought that idea would hold some interest for you. And now, just to convince you that I mean what I say, and that this is no idle threat, I'm going to choose someone from your ranks to serve as an example." She had to laugh again at the reaction she got from them. Some of the boys looked foolishly toward the door, as though escape were a possibility.
"You," Lucy said, pointing to a blonde boy in the front of the group. The boy almost fainted, and Lucy smiled coldly. "No, no, dear, I'm not choosing you. Go over to that desk. In the center drawer you'll find a ruler. Bring it to me."
The boy moved to the desk at a run and came back even faster. Lucy took the ruler and waved him back into his place.
"Now," she said, "I want all of you to take off your clothes. Every stitch, boys. And toss them in a pile over there next to the door."
They stripped with obvious reluctance. But not one of them put up any objection. They were all young. Most of them had never been naked in the presence of a woman, Lucy surmised. A bunch of virgins for the most part, and even those who weren't virgin were probably only a little less inexperienced. In a few moments they were naked. They seemed painfully embarrassed. Lucy pointed to the boy who had fetched the ruler for her, and he stepped forward on shaky legs.
Lucy took his cock in her hand and laid it on the ruler. "What's your name?" she asked the humiliated boy.
"Louis, Ma'm," he said. There was a catch of fear and embarrassment in his voice.
"Take this down," Lucy said to one of the security men. "Louis: four and three eighths inches." The security man pulled a pad from his breast pocket and wrote down the name and figures. Lucy motioned the boy back into formation and ordered the next one forward. "Name?"
"Billy, Ma'm."
"Billy: three and seven eighths."
Lucy went through the entire group of them, recording the length of each one's cock. When she was finished, she tossed the ruler aside and motioned for the pad. The security man stepped forward briskly and handed it to her. Lucy leafed though the pad, looking at each name and each number. When she had double checked her reading, she looked the boys over slowly, smiling. They all fidgeted under her gaze.
"Donald," she said finally, referring to the pad. She looked straight at the boy. He was a short, slender youth of about fifteen. He looked terror-stricken, but he stepped forward. "Donald," Lucy said, "you have the shortest cock in the entire group." She said nothing else for a moment, letting him sweat. "I've decided to use that as my criterion for choosing the example I mentioned," she went on. "So I'm afraid you're it, dear."
She signaled two of the security men over, and they grabbed Donald's arms. The boy began to fight and plead at the same time. The other boys looked horrified. Lucy ordered the security men to wait for a moment. She looked over the group. "I seem to detect some disapproval among you," she said. "Perhaps there is an opinion abroad that my decision is unfair. If that's the case, I'm prepared to be lenient just this once. If anyone here really thinks that I chose Donald on a basis that was too arbitrary, I'll be happy to allow that boy to save Donald from his fate by volunteering to take his place." She paused. "Louis, do you think I've been unfair in my decision?"
"N-n-no, Ma'm," he stuttered.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day the jeweler took the measurements of the boys and started to work on their chastity belts. Lucy asked him for a tight estimate as to how quickly he could turn the belts out, and then cut his estimate in half. She sent for the security man and had him fetch Louis for her. The boy came into her room with obvious trepidation.
"Hello, Louis." Lucy was lying on her bed, fully clothed. "How do you like your new quarters?"
"Fine, Ma'm." His voice was unsteady. Lucy smiled with amusement. "How old are you, Louis?"
"Seventeen, Ma'm."
"The same age I am," Lucy said. "Tell me, have you ever fucked a girl?"
"No, Ma'm," he said after a moment's hesitation.
"Well, would you like to? I mean wouldn't you like to find out what Nature intended your prick for, while you still have it?"
"Yes, Ma'm." He bit his lip, no doubt jarred by the casual reminder that his cock was destined to be separated from the rest of him.
"Well, perhaps I'll allow you some sex, dear," Lucy said with a sweet smile. "You're a nice looking boy."
"Thank you, Ma'm." He seemed embarrassed by the compliment. He was completely nude, since the belts hadn't started to arrive yet. His body had been shaved smooth as a baby's.
"Come closer, Louis," she ordered. He stepped to the spot she indicated. Lucy ran her fingers over his thighs and then his belly, deliberately avoiding his prick for the time being. His body quivered with the thrill of her touch. "Do you think you'd be able to fuck if I wanted you to?"
"I-I don't know, Ma'm. I think so-"
"Well, you'd better do more than think so, boy," Lucy said ominously. "I don't keep fags around the place. Don't you think I'm an attractive girl?"
"Oh, yes, Ma'm."
"Well, then, if you're a normal boy there shouldn't be any reason why you can't perform whenever I tell you to, should there?"
"No, Ma'm."
"Of course not. So don't ever fail." Lucy took his cock in her hand. It swelled and stiffened at once, and Louis jerked with the sudden sensation of her hand there. Lucy smiled again. "You don't seem to have anything to worry about, darling. I can't recall ever seeing a prick come to attention more quickly. Kneel down beside the bed."
He knelt down, looking baffled. Apparently it hadn't occurred to him that there were ways to please a girl besides fucking.
"I want you to eat my cunt, Lou," Lucy said casually. She watched the boy's face as she gave the order. A look of repugnance came over it. "My, my, have I wounded your sensibilities? Is this something that is beneath your dignity, dear?"
He looked like someone caught between two horrible necessities. To a seventeen-year-old boy who had never known any sexual contact at all, this was bound to be repellent.
"No, Ma'm. No, of course not," he said quickly and stammered a little. "It's just that it's something I've never done before, and I don't quite know how-"
"Well, don't worry about that, sweetie. This is one kind of sex in which willingness is more important than experience. You are quite willing, aren't you?"
"I-uh-"
"Speak up, Lou. If you aren't willing, there are a lot of other boys in this house who will be, especially with you held up to them as an example of the consequences of reluctance."
"Oh, no, I'm willing, Ma'm." Lucy laughed at his eagerness to please.
"All right," she said. "Do it. And since you don't know anything about this sort of sex, I'll be obliging enough to give you some pointers, or at least tell you the general procedure.
"You bury your face in my cunt, Lou, and you slip your tongue inside of my pussy, and you lick me all over inside. You keep on doing that without pausing until I hit my climax."
"Well, I-How will I know-"
"Oh, you'll learn to know when I've had a climax. For the time being you can just keep on until I tell you to stop. You just keep licking and sucking away until I get tired of it. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"I'm waiting, dear," Lucy said sweetly. Lou visibly gathered his willpower, then forced himself to bury his face between Lucy's spread thighs. She felt a thrill of triumph shoot through her as his smooth-shaven face nestled into her crotch. His tongue moved over the outside of her slit a few times as he tried to muster the willpower to slide it into her.
"I'm running out of patience, Lou," Lucy said. "I'm not going to wait much longer for you to make up your mind."
The tongue drove between her labia and into her pussy. Lucy tightened at the sudden feeling. The tenseness of her body, coming unexpectedly, apparently made Lou think he had hurt or offended her in some way, because he withdrew the tongue instantly.
"Get it back in there!" Lucy shrieked. The tongue slithered snake-like into her cunt again, and she bit her lip as the pleasure began to sweep through her body. "Move it around," she said. The soft, moist thing moved through her. She could feel little fits move over Lou's body as he fought down the urge to gag and vomit. The idea of his disgust intensified the thrills in Lucy, and she gripped the bedspread under her. Little cries began to escape her throat. She moaned and her body started to pitch with the pleasure.
"Uh, uh, uh," she cried, reveling in the sensations that now swept throughout her body. Then his tongue happened to slip over her clitoris, and the pleasure rose from intense to almost unbearable in one shot. "There!" she said. "There, there, go back!" He moved his tongue exploringly over the ground he had just covered until he found the bud again. He was a smart enough boy to continue there, to work on that spot over and over, sending the pleasure shooting through Lucy in ever increasing waves. When the climax came, it was more than she could bear. It swept over her and wrenched a scream from her throat. It left her limp.
Lou remembered his orders and kept on with his work. Lucy lay back on the sweaty bedspread, enjoying the pleasant sensations of his tongue moving through her coital emissions. Finally she told him to stop and come to his feet.
"You did a good job once you got started," she said. "In fact I'd say you did an excellent job for the first time." She looked up into his face. It was smeared with sweat and cunt juice. Lucy yawned delicately and went on. "Now, as to that miserable performance you put in at the beginning, I don't think we can overlook that. After all, when I give an order I expect instant obedience. No hesitation, no expressions of disgust, nothing but instant and uncomplaining obedience. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
Lucy stretched and yawned again. "Under the circumstances, I'm going to be very easy on you this time. I'll have you taken down to a discipline room for one hundred strokes of the whip. Then maybe the next time I give you an order you won't be so repelled by it."
"Ma'm, please, you don't have to have me whipped. I won't ever-"
"That makes it a hundred and fifty strokes," Lucy said. "See how the game works? Now, if you have anything else to say, it will cost you another fifty strokes for each sentence or sentence fragment." She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. He opened his mouth an closed it again. Lucy laughed deliciously. "That's a good boy, Lou. You do learn quickly. Now I'm a little sleepy, dear. I'm going to curl up here for a few winks. I want you to stand there next to my bed until I wake up." She looked at him, gauging his position in relation to her own. "No, move up this way," she said. He moved to where she had indicated. Lucy took his prick in her hand. He was in a good position, a convenient position. "Yes, that's nice," she said. "In case I should wake up and want to play with you a little. You stay right there until I tell you to move, Lou. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Spread your feet wider." She slipped her hand between his thighs, playing with his balls and petting his inner thighs. His pecker stood at attention, and she laughed. "That's right, darling. Now you just stand there like that. Now don't get the idea that you can go over and sit down or anything like that, because I don't want you doing that, and I may just wake up before you expect me to, and then you'd be in trouble. For that matter, you don't really know that I'm going to go to sleep at all, do you? I may be faking the whole thing, just to trap you." His eyes widened at that thought. Lucy smiled at him.
CHAPTER TEN
It was a nice, bright day when Lucy decided to go and visit her brother. She had sent him to a special room set aside as his training room.
Two of the maids had been selected to instruct him, and Lucy had selected them carefully. She had chosen two young girls who might enjoy holding sway over Barbie.
Lucy had just been outside, looking over the grounds and the workers. She had come to find amusement in the farm, where young girls were hitched to plows and made to pull them. The suffering of the slaves pulling those plows was something that Kilgore cherished, and something that Lucy had learned to cherish as well.
Watching them for some reason made her think of Bobby-Barbie, Lucy reminded herself-and she had decided to go and see how the training was coming.
She entered the room to find the two girls standing in front of a chair in which Barbie sat with his legs crossed. Under Lucy's orders he had been dressed in feminine attire. At the present he was wearing a maid's outfit: short-skirted dress, high-heeled shoes and stockings just long enough so that the tops of them showed beneath the hem of the skirt. His hair had been allowed to grow since his castration, and by this time had reached a length just short of his shoulders. Meanwhile, every other part of Barbie's anatomy, with the exceptions of eyebrows and eyelashes, had been rendered hairless and kept that way. The massive hormone injections helped to keep the growth of body and face hair to a minimum. It had also had some effect on his skin, smoothing and softening it. And there had been a noticeable change in his body shape. Barbie's hips had flared.
His ass had grown a bit, and there seemed to be an addition of fat to the thighs. While it could hardly be said that he had grown breasts, there was a softening in the chest area, and he had begun to jiggle, in a pleasingly feminine way.
Barbie was the first to see Lucy enter. He rose instantly. Lucy noted with delight that his manners had been improved in the weeks he had been under training.
The two maids were as different in appearance as they could be. The taller one, blonde and light-skinned, was named Helga. She was about twenty-three, Lucy guessed. The shorter girl, Rita had dark-skin with black hair and dark eyes that slanted in an exotic way.
"How is the little student coming along?" Lucy asked Helga.
"Fine, Ma'm. He's learning quickly, although of course we have to encourage him a little from time to time." She smiled, and Lucy congratulated herself for judging the girl properly. She had a sadistic streak a mile wide. And from the grin on Rita's face, she guessed that the two were about equal in that department.
"What were you doing when I came in?" she asked.
"We were teaching him how to sit properly, Ma'm. He's had a little trouble with crossing his legs. He can't seem to get used to the idea that there isn't anything in the way any more." She grinned broadly, and Lucy enjoyed the hang-dog expression that crossed Barbie's face. The reaction gave Lucy an idea that delighted her.
"Not he," she said. "From now on this person is to be spoken of in the feminine gender. Barbie is a feminine name, and certainly she is as close to being a female now as a male. Understand?"
The two maids grinned even more broadly. "Yes, Ma'm," they said in unison.
"Good. Time is running short, now, and if you fail me, and Barbie isn't trained in all the proprieties a young lady should know by the time I specified, you will wish your mother had been born sterile."
"Yes, Ma'm," they chorused.
"Fine." Lucy walked over to where Barbie was standing. "Why isn't she wearing any makeup?"
"We try to save time, Ma'm, by having him-I mean her-get right into her training without waiting for makeup and such."
"I won't quibble over your methods," Lucy said, "but I hope you have her trained in all the feminine talents by the big night. That includes the use of makeup."
"Yes, Ma'm. We are training her in such things. Really."
Lucy turned to the tall girl and smiled. "That's fine. I believe you. But on the night I am to present this little package to Mr. Kilgore, I'd better see someone who knows how to make herself attractive in every way. If you fail, you know the kind of punishment that awaits you. If you succeed, I'll tell you what you will receive." Lucy paused a moment to let their curiosity sharpen itself. "I'm going to have a lot of these castrates shortly, and I'll want them all trained in the feminine arts. I'll want each of them to be perfect little ladies. That means this can be your permanent job, with assistant foreman status, perhaps, eventually, foreman status for one or both of you. I think you both enjoy your work here," she went on. "This could be what you do for the rest of your lives. Everything depends on what you do now, and how well you impress me."
When she left, they were busy on Barbie, teaching her how to walk attractively. Lucy heard a yelp as a goad touched bare flesh. She smiled to herself. Those girls would run their little charge ragged now.
It was late in the afternoon when Lucy reached her room, and she decided to go and visit Linda. The girl ran Ellen during the morning and afternoon hours, then turned her over to an assistant for evening and night time. Lucy had made Linda a foreman, and she had a private room, a small one on the third floor. It had a lock, as did all the foremen's rooms, to give them a measure of privacy against those of equal or lesser rank, but of course Lucy, like Kilgore, had a skeleton key that would open any door in the house.
She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She saw Linda lying on her three-quarter size bed, her knees drawn up around the waist of a handsome young boy. The boy was fucking her for all he was worth, plunging his prick in and withdrawing it with the gusto of youth. Lucy leaned against the doorjamb and watched with interest compounded of amusement and a measure of excitement. It took a few moments for Linda to notice her, of course. When she did, she started to push the boy away from her, as though frightened or embarrassed at having been caught in the act. The boy was too busy to notice her first feeble attempts. Lucy waved a signal to Linda to continue with the business at hand. She felt like laughing aloud. The fucking continued, and shortly the boy reached a climax.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he cried, and Linda looked even more embarrassed at his sounds. The fact that she was being watched, and by her boss, seemed to kill the desire in Linda. She no longer tried to end the act prematurely, but she didn't appear to be taking much pleasure in it either.
It was a moment after the act ended before the boy noticed Lucy. He came up with a gasp of surprise at the realization that he had been putting on a show for someone. A second later he seemed to realize suddenly who Lucy was, and then he really looked dumbfounded, and not a little frightened.
"Don't worry, pretty fellow," Lucy said with a laugh. "You weren't breaking any rules, as long as you were acting under orders from an authorized foreman." She turned her gaze to Linda, who was standing now, too. The tall woman looked more embarrassed than she had on the bed, and while she was doing a good job of concealing it, Lucy was pretty sure she was also a bit miffed at having been barged in on. Lucy looked at the boy again.
He was really remarkably handsome. She wondered how he had managed to escape her notice before. "What's your name, boy?" she asked.
"Ralph, Ma'm." He was tall and slender and well proportioned, and his hair was light-brown. His eyes were brown, too, and almost feminine-looking in their size and depth. He was trembling.
"You're a very good-looking boy, Ralph," she said.
"Thank you, Ma'm."
"What's your job here?"
"I haul trash, Ma'm. And any other chores that need doing."
"Yes, so I noticed." He turned redder than before at her joke, and Lucy laughed again. She was enjoying the boy's embarrassment. "How would you like to belong to my personal cadre of servants?" she asked. "Don't answer that. Get out of here right now, Ralph, and go to supply. Get you-self a bunk and some fresh linen, and tell them to notify the jeweler to make you a chastity belt. Then haul your bunk to the new dorm and find a space for it. As of now you are enlisted in my personal servants' cadre. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'm." He looked as though he would like to cry. Ralph stooped to pick up his clothes, which had been tossed to the floor, apparently in haste, when he had been ordered to get on and start in.
"You won't be needing clothes from now on," Lucy said. "Just get going."
When they were alone, Lucy grinned at Linda. She could tell the girl didn't like losing her boyfriend. "You had him for a while anyway, dear," Lucy said. "You should have expected me to discover him sooner or later. I always reserve the best for myself, Linda. Second best is good enough for you. Understand?"
"You want me to do something nice for you."
Lucy had been sitting on the edge of the bed. She unzipped her stretch pants and pushed them past her hips. "Pull them down, sweets. Take my boots off first."
Linda knelt before her and pulled the boots off of her feet, then peeled the tight pants off. Lucy had her pull off her panties, too. She pulled the tails of her blouse out of the way, and without waiting for a command, Linda buried her beautiful face in Lucy's crotch and began to suck her slit. Linda was an expert by now, Lucy thought, and her common sense, her complete obedience and eagerness to please, always drove her on like a gadfly. In a moment the moist pink tongue was stroking Lucy's clitoris, and she leaned back on her hands, arching her body luxuriously as the feeling mounted in her. She could feel the softness of Linda's cheeks against her bare thighs, and hear the girl's labored, hissing breath as she delved deeper into the heat of Lucy's crotch. Lucy closed her eyes....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kilgore, she thought, was not looking too chipper. Not that he looked desperately ill, but there was a something in his demeanor that made her wonder if his life of iniquity hadn't begun to catch up with him. But when she mentioned it to him over breakfast, he only smiled as though he knew a secret, and changed the subject.
"I have been following your actions, my dear, as you might expect."
"I'd be delighted to hear any comments you have on my accomplishments, Mr. Kilgore. Or my lack of same."
"I'll save my comments for the big day, Lucy, except to say that so far you are doing quite well. I tell you that because I don't want your performance to be marred by any nervousness."
"Thank you for that." Lucy cut off a morsel of steak and speared it with her fork.
"Have you thought about the manner in which I keep the house staffed with servants, Lucy?"
"Well, you told me that you kidnapped as many people as you needed. And the servants I've talked to have said pretty much the same thing. From time to time I've wondered about the exact means, but it never occurred to me to ask you. I felt that if you wanted me to know, you'd tell me."
Kilgore seemed pleased with her reply. "The time has come," he said, "when you should begin to learn more about the running of my house, and my whole business establishment." He looked at her with a slight smile, as though waiting for some reaction.
"I'm delighted," she said. "I didn't think I rated that kind of confidence from you yet. Not by a long sight. May I ask why you have decided to tell me such things so soon?"
"I could use an assistant. Someone who can be trusted, and who will devote her energies to my enterprises as assiduously as I do. Someone, in short, who will be totally devoted to the pursuit and advancement of cruelty."
"And I fill the bill?"
"I think you do. Of course, if you're not interested in the offer...." He let the sentence trail, and Lucy could see that he was teasing her.
"I couldn't be more interested in anything," she said. "Of course I accept, with all humility."
"Fine." Kilgore finished his meal and sat back in his chair. A very pretty girl standing beside the table instantly produced a cigar, already unwrapped, which she handed to him. She lighted it. Lucy had almost forgotten the presence of the girl. But of course it would be all right to discuss secret business in front of her because Kilgore had told Lucy that the girl was one of several servants whom he had had deafened for that very purpose. And at the first sign that any of them showed of learning to read lips that servant was done away with. "I'll start with the subject of the servants," he went on through a cloud of expensive smoke. "I have scouts, full time, who roam about the world seeking attractive people for my service. I believe I told you before that some of the girls are used in whorehouses. Most of them in fact. A few girls, and a few boys, are brought here. They are the most attractive. The cream, as it were."
"And who selects them?"
"More agents of mine. Hightly trusted men and women, who are expert judges of beauty. They receive a bounty for every servant they weed out of the common herd. The scouts also receive a bounty for every person they abduct who is of quality high enough for use, and a bonus if that person is chosen for my personal service."
"Pardon me, Mr. Kilgore, but I have to ask this. Are you unhappy with the way I'm using your servants? I mean, with such an elaborate system necessary to gather them together, I can imagine that you'd be anxious to keep the rate of attrition low...."
"Tut, tut. Nonsense. I want you to amuse yourself to your heart's content. I shall simply tell my agents to send me more of them. The difference in expenditure will be so slight that I'll never notice it, and everyone will be happy."
"Except the servants."
"Yes, well, we don't want them to be happy, do we?" He rose from the table and walked to a map behind his desk. Lucy followed. Kilgore turned a knob beside the map and a light glowed behind it. He twisted another knob and the map crawled downward, unwinding at the top and winding itself on a roller behind the wall, at the bottom. The map was covered with dots of various colors.
"The white dots represent individual scouts," he said. "They kidnap girls, or dupe them into leaving home by promising to marry them, or whatever. The red dots represent the points of convergence where all the girls are taken. The agents at these points separate the girls on the basis of attractiveness.
"At the points marked in black, the better girls, those who have not been sent to a regular twenty-dollar-a-trick whorehouse, are divided again, into groups comprised of those who will be sent to houses one step better, those who will be sent to houses a step better than that, etc. The very top quality ones are sent here, of course, depending on my need for servants."
"What about the boys? You haven't said anything about them."
"Boys aren't used in whorehouses, of course, but my scouts still abduct them in fairly large numbers. I have mines and other enterprises where a supply of cheap labor is handy."
"And the boys are sent there?"
"Except for those who are judged to be attractive enough to serve in this house, or on the grounds."
"You have a lot more boys and girls here than you could ever want, sexually."
"Even given the increased sexual capacity which I enjoy as a servant of Satan, that is true. But I enjoy surrounding myself with beautiful slaves. It does wonders for my morale." He grinned.
"Just how extensive is this system?"
"I have over twenty thousand whorehouses in all parts of the world," Kilgore said, obviously enjoying the startled look that crossed her face. "The number of girls needed to keep these houses running is staggering. I keep the girls circulating, of course. Once a man has fucked a girl a few times in a whorehouse, he wants a new face."
* * *
If she had thought that Kilgore looked a bit ill, his wife's appearance made Lucy laugh aloud. She hadn't been allowed to bathe in two weeks, and her clothes had gone that long without changing. Her hair was matted and stringy, and she looked as though she were about to drop from sheer exhaustion. Lucy sprayed some perfume about to cut the smell of the girl's body.
"You look just lovely, Ellen," she said and tittered. Linda, standing behind the distraught girl, smiled. Ellen said nothing. She stood before Lucy with her head hung forward, her shoulders rounded. Her skin had lost the clear transparent quality it had had when Lucy had taken over command of the house. It was sallow and muddy looking. Lucy turned her gaze to Linda. "How did she do today? Any better?"
"No, Ma'm. She seems to get worse. The more we punish her, the more stubborn she gets. Lately she's taken to dozing off right at her work."
"Tsk, tsk," Lucy said, grinning. "What a shame. We'll just have to try harder to teach her a lesson. For falling asleep on the job, a hundred strokes, and an extra five hours of work to be discharged before the end of this week. Any other infractions?"
"Yes, Ma'm. She was late reporting this morning." There was a little twitch of Ellen's body at the charge, and Lucy guessed that it was a complete fabrication on the part of Linda. "Also," Linda said, "she just isn't putting any concentration in her work. She's sloppy and careless. I had to gig her seven times today and the night girl handed me a list of four more gigs that she gave her last night."
Lucy turned to her mirror and began to comb her hair. "Go on."
"She's fresh. Insolent, in fact. I don't like the way she talks to her betters, including me. I think she ought to get a little something for that."
"I couldn't agree more," Lucy said. "Let's see, now. Late for work. That's good for a hundred whacks at least. For carelessness at her work generally, another hundred. Another twenty-five strokes for each of the particular gigs. And for insolence, we'll give her another two hundred. I think that comes to six hundred and seventy-five. Right?"
"That's right, Ma'm."
"Just to make it easy for the discipliner to keep track, we'll round it off to a nice seven hundred. How many strokes does she owe us now?"
Linda consulted a pad. "Including tonight's, three thousand, two hundred."
"And how many are we giving her every night?"
"A hundred and fifty, Ma'm."
"Well, I don't know, Ellen," Lucy said. "You just seem to be getting deeper and deeper in the hole don't you? I think we'd better up the nightly strokes to two hundred."
"Yes, Ma'm?"
"And now if you girls will excuse me, I'm expecting some company. I do think that Ellen has more work left tonight, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Ma'm. Just as soon as she gets out of the discipline room."
Alone, Lucy let the picture of Ellen wash through her mind. She was coming along faster under the new rides. It was strange how pain and exhaustion could do only so much to such a woman, but the simple fact of not being allowed to bathe could double the effect.
There was a knock at the door. Lucy rose and opened it. "Come in, David," she said without expression. The boy stepped into the room and stood stiffly. Lucy closed the door and walked to the bed. She sat on the edge of it. She was wearing a filmy nightgown and a negligee. Both garments fell away as she sat, revealing her legs. She could see David struggling to keep his eyes off of them.
"Come here," she said. He stepped in front of her instantly. Lucy took the little gold key out of the drawer on her bedside table and opened the chastity belt. David stood still, his legs slightly parted, as they had been to allow her to remove the belt. Lucy looked at his face and then at his pecker. He was a good-looking boy, she thought. A thrill of anticipation crossed her body at the thought of what she was about to do.
Taking his cock in her hand, she squeezed it lightly and relaxed her hand, then squeezed again, harder, hard enough to make him wince. "Still the little chicken, aren't you?" she purred.
"Yes, Ma'm."
Lucy moved her thumb over the head of his cock, and he shivered with pleasure.
"How would you like to fuck me tonight, David?"
"I-I'd like to do anything you want me to do, Ma'm."
"No, I mean you personally. Don't you find me attractive?" She opened the negligee, leaving the front of her body covered only by the transparent nightgown.
"Oh, yes, Ma'm."
"Well, I'm thinking of letting you have a little piece tonight, dear. You've been such a good boy all these weeks. So obedient. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Ma'm. I surely would, Ma'm."
She could tell by his voice and his face how fervently he meant the words. She stood suddenly, and he stepped back to make room for her. Lucy shrugged off the negligee and then opened the nightgown one clasp at a time. She could see the sweat glistening on his forehead, and on the edge of her vision she saw his prick stand slowly. It was almost throbbing.
When the gown was completely open, she shrugged it off, and stood before him as naked as a new born baby. He stared at her. He had seen her naked many times in the preceding weeks, of course, but he seemed unable to become inured to the sight. Then again, this was a different situation from most of the times she had stripped before him. She had promised him something he had seldom been allowed.
"Come here," she breathed. He stepped close to her, and Lucy put her arms about his neck and kissed him. Her kiss was gentle, her touch light. She slipped her tongue between his lips and tasted his own. David's arms crept around her as though by a will of their own. Their naked bodies pressed together, and she felt her nipples harden as his cock stiffened more strongly than before. He was like a man in a trance. She could smell desire in him as she could smell the perspiration of his body.
Lucy tilted her body back toward the bed, lowering it gracefully, and pulled David with her. His weight pressed her to the bed, and she found herself responding. His cock, stiff and hard, jutted between her legs.
They moved to the middle of the bed and Lucy spread her legs for him. He was still awkward about sex, inexperienced, but he managed all right. His prick slipped between her labia and into her cunt, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Lucy arched her body, meeting his belly with a slapping sound. The friction induced in both of them by the movement sent a spasm over his body, and an answering quiver over Lucy's:
It was short and sweet. He was a young boy, not really used to sex yet, and the tricks of prolonging things were unknown to him. But while it lasted it was great. Lucy felt his hands moving over her as they fucked, felt the pressure of his fingers on her breasts, and the pumping, surging action of his hard young body. She wrapped her legs around him and locked him to her, crossing her ankles behind his back. The action seemed to spur him on to greater power, and their bodies accelerated in a mutual movement, a kind of dance of erotic joy.
The climax was quick and intense for him. She sensed it in the sudden stiffening of his body, the locking of his joints. For Lucy it was less satisfying physically. She had never played the purely feminine role with any of her boys. She had concentrated on having them suck her slit, and the times she had allowed them to fuck her, she had taken an aggressive role, placing herself atop her partner. This was nice in a psychological way, she discovered. Not that she wanted to limit herself to this position in the future. She still preferred to master her boys even while allowing them to penetrate her.
The lack of physical satisfaction had stemmed from David's lack of control. He had been too quick, coming before she could approach her own climax. But that was all right. She had so many attractive young men at her beck. She looked at David's face and felt a kind of affection for him, and was almost sorry for what she was about to do to him.
Lucy sat up and pushed a switch on her intercom. David didn't seem to notice the motion. He was lying on his back staring at the canopy over the bed. There was a large mirror set into the canopy, and she thought that he looked almost narcissistic there, staring at the full-length image of his own body.
There was a knock at the door.
David sat up abruptly. Lucy smiled at him and patted his cheek. She rose from the bed and without waiting to put on any clothes, strode to the door and opened it.
"This boy," she said, pointing to David, "is to be taken to a surgeon. I don't care which one. Any one who happens to be in his office or laboratory. I want him gelded immediately. Is that clear?"
The two security men acknowledged the command and moved toward the bed. David was too surprised to move. Hands closed about his arms and he was dragged to his feet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lucy decided to stabilize the size of her cadre at twenty-five boys. As she selected new ones, she decided, she would keep the size constant by weeding out some of those who had been there for a while.
The television and audio pickups had been placed in the dorm. No effort had been made to hide them. There wasn't a square inch of floor space that was out of range of all the cameras. No boy could possibly hide from them.
The sound pickups were highly sophisticated devices, extremely sensitive and capable of high fidelity. No sound louder than breathing could escape them. They too had been placed with great care so that they would pick up everything in the room, but would not interfere with each other.
Lucy had had her television set equipped with a remote control device which allowed her to lie in bed and switch from one camera to another.
She lay in bed one afternoon, looking at the dorm on her set, relishing the luxury of lazing in bed while more than a score of boys were prevented from getting off their feet even for a second.
They looked exhausted, drawn and tired, and she stretched and thumbed the remote control, switching from one camera to another, watching them with real enjoyment. The gold chastity belts gleamed on the color screen. The sight of the boys, so tired, so helpless against her will, excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins, and decided that she would like a little sexual enjoyment.
She rose and dressed. She summoned a maid to make her bed up with fresh linen. Then she picked up her goad and went to the dorm.
The boys were standing up. They seemed to spruce up a bit at the sight of her. Slumping shoulders were pulled back. None of them looked directly at Lucy. They knew better than that. Some of them had whip marks on their backs from mistakes in decorum. They kept their eyes riveted straight ahead.
"I've come in for a little inspection," Lucy said. So far she had never found it necessary to gig anyone, simply because she hadn't wanted to. The cadre was still forming, still building up to the size she wanted. But now there were twenty-five boys in this room, and she was in a bitchy mood. What was the use of having potential victims if they remained potential?
She stopped beside one bunk and looked it over. The boy standing beside it was already breaking out in a sweat. He was a tall boy with very white skin and very black hair. His eyes were blue. His name, Lucy knew, was Eugene. She looked him over for a moment, then pulled a quarter out of her pocket. She bounced the coin on the bed. Lucy grunted and moved on to the next bed.
The boy at this one was named Anthony. A Latin she guessed. He was medium height and slender. Sixteen years old. Lucy flipped the coin onto his bed. It didn't bounce quite high enough. She looked up at the nearest television camera meaningfully and moved on to the next bunk. In a moment the door opened and three security men entered.
"That one," she said, pointing at Anthony. The boy made a break for the door. He hardly managed to cover five steps before the security men had him. As they were hauling him out the door Lucy called out an order to send some more men to the dorm. She was just beginning....
* * *
She gigged four boys that day. The others looked a lot more terrified at the end of the inspection than they had at the beginning. Lucy walked to one end of the room, flanked by four security men on either side, and ordered the boys to face her.
"All right," she said, enjoying herself thoroughly. "Now you sloppy bastards know I'm not fucking around. When I say I mean to have a neat dorm I mean I want an immaculate dorm. I'm not going to be as easy as this next time. There were twenty-five boys in here this morning. Now there are twenty-one. The other four are no longer boys, or soon won't be. Now I don't mind doing the same to all the rest of you tomorrow morning. There are plenty more where you pigs came from. Get that idea through your fucking skulls. I don't need you. You need my good will. You live on it. Your lives, and your pricks, are hanging by a cobweb. I can snip either one loose any time I want to, and there isn't one of you I'd miss."
Lou was standing in the row nearest her. She pointed to him. "You." She pointed to another boy, a tall blonde. "And you. Both to my room now. On the double. Wait at my door."
The two boys took off at a run. Lucy looked the rest of the boys over. "And just to convince the lot of you that I mean what I'm saying, I want every one of you little pricks to go down to the discipline section tonight during your sleeping time and take a nice, round hundred strokes." She turned to one of the security men. "See to that." He nodded with a brusque courtesy. Lucy returned her gaze to the boys and smiled quietly. "I have been altogether too softhearted with you little shits, " she said. "From now on you will learn that you are absolutely nothing here. And you can be turned to less than nothing by one of the surgeons any time I give the order."
She moved through the group of boys and out into the hall. Once there she stopped and smiled to herself. She had played her role of outraged commanding officer so well she had ended up fooling herself. The two boys were standing in front of her door as she had told them. She moved to the door and opened it. The bedroom was empty. The maids had learned not to fuck around when she gave an order.
"Close the door," she barked over her shoulder. She walked to the bed and stripped, removing her clothes quickly. When she was naked, she turned to the two boys, standing in the middle of the floor watching her with mixed excitement and trepidation.
"Come here. Both of you." She took out the little gold key and removed their belts. They stood inches away from her, naked and obviously embarrassed. Lucy fondled their cocks one at a time. Then she scooted back on the bed and looked them over with a speculative eye.
"I'm in the mood for some fucking," she said. "And one of you boys will be the lucky one. Maybe both of you. I haven't decided. But first I want to enjoy a little show. I've never seen a genuine homosexual act between two males. I want you two boys to just do that for me." She pointed to Lou. "You can suck his cock," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And don't let me hear one whining plea out of you. I'm not in the mood for it, and the surgeon is already overworked this morning."
"I-I don't know how to begin," Lou said with a helpless gesture. Lucy chalked it up to a lame attempt at stalling.
"In that case," she said, "You'd better figure something out, baby."
He fidgeted for another second and then dropped to his knees, facing the other boy. The blonde boy stood stiffly, obviously dreading what was about to happen almost as much as Lou was. Lucy wondered with amusement whether the boy would ever be able to get a hard-on. Well, if not, both of them would suffer for depriving her of her show.
Lou picked up the limp cock and held it gingerly between his fingers. The other boy trembled, but it was probably from humiliation rather than pleasure. Lucy felt a growing interest in things.
Lou ducked his head forward quickly. He touched the head of the cock with his lips and then withdrew immediately, as though he had touched something profane. Lucy clucked her disapproval, and Lou dived in again. This time he touched his lips to the cock-head and held them there by sheer force of will. He didn't open his mouth at all, and the blonde boy seemed to be fighting himself just as hard to keep from jerking away. Lucy laughed softly.
"You'd better get on with it, fellows, or you'll never have to worry about getting sucked off again. Either of you."
Lou parted his lips and took an inch of the cock into his mouth. His body heaved with a strong gag reflex, and for a moment Lucy thought he was going to heave his guts out. But he managed to stifle the reflex. He drew his mouth away and began to lick the head of the prick. His tongue moved over the organ lightly, as though he were testing it for poison. Lucy snorted, "Get with it, you little shithead, or I'll have you de-nutted within a quarter of an hour."
He moved his tongue over the cock-head more freely then, and the prick began to stiffen. The blonde boy looked horrified at his own reaction. Horrified and embarrassed at the same time. Lucy smiled her amusement. The cock softened again. Lou kept up the licking, running his tongue over the soft and tender skin again and again. He began to run it over the shaft, higher and higher. Lucy's threat had frightened him. He was as anxious about failing as he was humiliated at the thought of succeeding. The blonde boy seemed to be suffering the same mixture of emotions.
It took a good ten minutes, but the prick finally began to stiffen again. It grew larger and stronger, stretching out timidly, and Lucy felt an experimenter's interest at the same time that she felt excitement at the sight of a hardening cock.
It grew more, and moistened itself, and once again Lou's body shook with the reflex to gag. But this time he didn't hesitate. He kept at his work. The cock was just about at its maximum hardness now.
"You can go ahead with the sucking, dear," Lucy said sweetly. She felt a warm excitement in her loins. Lou pursed his lips and began to move them over the head of the cock, concentrating on the crown. The blonde boy began to shake with pleasure, and little grunts escaped his throat. He clenched his fists hard a few times, and then, out of simple need to do something with them, clamped them down on Lou's shoulders. The sounds coming from him had progressed from grunts to the stage of little squeals.
"Aaa! Aaa! Aaa!"
Lucy felt her muscles tighten, and her belly churn with expectation, as though she were about to experience the orgasm herself.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The blonde boy cried out with the intensity of the pleasure, and his come spewed into Lou's mouth. Some of the fluid ran over, dribbling out between Lou's lips, and ran down his chin. Lucy saw him look at her out of the corner of his eye. He must have caught a look of disapproval on her face, because he started to lap up the come then, swallowing it as it flowed from the blonde boy's cock.
When it was over, they both hung their heads. The blonde boy seemed a little less disgusted than Lou, as she had expected, but he seemed less humiliated. No doubt because of the fact that he had been put in the position of enjoying an act he considered hateful. From his position in things, Lou hadn't had a chance to enjoy the proceedings. In a way, he had been the luckier of the two.
"You boys put on a nice show," Lucy said with delicious malice. "You have the makings of a pair of first class fags. Come here, Lou." He started at his name, apparently surprised to be called. Lucy wondered if he was in some kind of shock from what he had just done. He hurried to the side of the bed. Lucy stood up.
"Lie down there," she commanded. He obeyed without a moment's hesitation. No doubt just being allowed to lie down was a real treat to any of these boys. She sat next to him and took his cock in her hand. It was limp and cold.
"You really .turned me on," Lucy said. "You and your little fag friend there. Now I'm in the mood for a good fucking. And what do I find on you? A limp dick. You'd better do something about that, son, because I'm not going to put up with that kind of dereliction of duty. If you don't know what to do with that cock, you don't deserve to keep it for another hour, in my opinion." While she delivered this venomous litany Lucy continued to massage the boy's prick with her hand. There was some response, but very little. She knew she was making it more difficult for him to perform by scaring the shit out of him, and out of sheer devilry she continued. "There are a lot of other cocks about, Lou, and it you can't get this one hard, I'll find someone who appreciates an opportunity to fuck a beautiful girl. You can't shove a limp weenie like this into me, you know. Use it or lose it, sweetheart. That's the new motto of this place. If you can't use it, I'll have it sliced off. And that's not a threat, that's a promise."
He was bathed in sweat, and the cock was no harder than when she had begun. Lucy smiled coldly at him.
"I guess maybe I'd better go find another boy. One who isn't such a fag he can't even get a stiff when a beautiful girl massages his prick in her hand. I think we'd better retire your prick, dear. You just don't know what to do with it."
She watched him while she spoke. Veins stood out in his head, and she felt his abdomen tighten with muscular reaction, as though he were trying to make his prick stand up by a voluntary action, a sort of clenching of his gonads.
"Please," he whispered. "Please, give me a little longer, Ma'm. I'll do it. I'm not a fag, honest. Just give me a little longer."
"Why should I? There are plenty of other boys right in the next room who wouldn't need longer. Why should I wait another instant for my pleasure?"
She was teasing him, of course, tormenting him. Instead of an answer to her question, all he managed were more pleas, almost incoherent pleas. Lucy ran her fingers over his balls and thighs, and he shivered with response.
And his prick began to stiffen.
Lucv toyed with the idea of giving it a pinch to soften it again, but she was feeling a pretty hefty excitement herself by now, and she decided to try to raise the cock. She played with Lou's balls for another few moments, and the cock stood straighter. It was almost completely erect by now. She ran her fingers lightly up the shaft of it and over the head, and it went hard as a ramrod.
With a chuckle, Lucy threw her leg over Lou's body, straddling his thighs. The cock was directly in front of her, only an inch from her pussy. She looked at him with a smile and came up on her knees, positioning her cunt directly over the rigid cock. Then she lowered herself slowly, squatting down onto the prick.
Lou gasped at the contact. Lucy took the prick in her hands and guided it into her. She squatted all the way down then, driving the shaft into her as far as it would go. She cried out with pleasure at the deep penetration, and the cock throbbed with power. Lou dug his fingers into the bedspread, and his hips began to work spasmodically. Lucy leaned forward, pressing her hands against his shoulders and pushing him down into the bed. The shift of position sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them. Lucy began to churn her hips in a back-and-forth-and-circular motion. Lou clamped his eyes shut and grunted with pleasure that was nearly painful in its intensity, and Lucy rocked her body in a slow rhythm.
The pleasure was shooting through her own body now, so strong it almost drove her out of her mind. She almost stopped the motions once, as the pleasure achieved such intensity it was almost unbearable. But she ground her teeth together and forced her body to continue, and the sensations grew more and more powerful until she had to shut her eyes and blot out everything else. It washed through her, and over her, and the quivering of the masculine body beneath her was an added excitement.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Lou's voice came out in quick, tight grunts, and Lucy heard herself answering him with little yips of pleasure, and then it was at the climax stage, and then Lou's come flooded into her, filling her belly, and she almost screamed with the pleasure. The cry that escaped her mouth was as involuntary as the beating of her heart, and she gave up trying to hold herself in. It came out again, and her whole body shook in a huge spasm of pleasure, as one last shot of come spewed from his cock.
She collapsed, her body falling onto his heavily. Dimly, she was aware of the feel of him under her, and it was a pleasant feeling. Finally, she rose. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him.
"You did all right," she said, "once you got started. But I don't like slow starters." She waited a moment. "I won't have you sliced," she said. "Yet. But I will send you down to the discipline room for two hundred and fifty of the best. And if you ever fail me, dear, you'll be sitting down to piss."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When she had first taken over running the house for Kilgore, she had been vaguely afraid that she might become bored with the position. But the job became more exciting rather, as though she were developing her taste for evil, becoming a connoisseur.
When she entered her bedroom, she saw the Marquis de Sade sitting in her wingback chair. He smiled at her surprise.
"Hello, Lucy. It's good to see you again. Not that I haven't been seeing you right along. We've had our eyes on you from down below, you know."
"I hadn't thought about it, but I suppose you would. I am on trial, aren't I?"
"Not any more. You've passed. The Master himself says that the rest of your trial period can go by the board."
"I see." Lucy felt a touch of disappointment.
"You don't seem greatly pleased. This is an unprecedented honor, Lucy. Even the greatest of His Satanic Majesty's servants, men like Hitler and Stalin, and my humble self."
"Of course I'm pleased. It's just that I'm surprised, and I don't know what this will mean to my future. Will I be given a new job?"
"Indeed you will, my dear. Indeed you will." The Marquis almost grinned. "You are to take the place of a servant of Satan who will soon be leaving this world to take his rightful place among the hierarchy of Hell."
"Oh? Who?"
"Mr. Kilgore."
Lucy gasped in surprise. Her hand covered her mouth. "Oh, no," she said.
"Tut, tut. I know you've grown fond of him, and rightfully so. He's a man of considerable magnetism, and great genius. But we mustn't let earthly attachments hold too strong a spell over us.
"I know. But I can't help being sorry. I like him very much. And I think it's a shame that he has to die so young. I thought you told me that followers of Satan were rewarded with a long life."
The Marquis laughed. "Indeed I did. Not always though. But in this man's case long life was granted. Kilgore is over two centuries old, Lucy."
"Two-" Lucy stopped herself. Then the full import of what the Marquis had said to her struck home. Her eyes widened, and he laughed again.
"That's right, Lucy dear. I said you were to take Kilgore's place. You will inherit his entire estate. All his holdings, both legitimate and illegitimate, will be yours."
"My God!"
"You are thanking the wrong person, my dear, if that was a thanks."
"It's a staggering idea."
"Of course it is." He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
"Docs Mr. Kilgore know about this?"
"Certainly. That's why he's had you learning all about his holdings lately. That story he told you about wanting an assistant was a complete fiction. He told you that because the Master hadn't decided yet for certain that you were the one to take his place."
"When will he die?"
"Oh, not for a while vet. When it comes it will be sudden and painless. He will simply go to sleep in his bed and wake up at the side of Satan."
"Does he know I know?"
"Of course. I'm in his library with him right now telling him about it."
It took a moment for the statement to penetrate.
"How can you be down there when you're-"
"Being in two places at the same time is an easy task for one of us, dear. Some day you'll be able to do it too."
"After I'm dead?"
"Of course. And now, if you'll forgive me, I must say adieu."
He vanished instantly.
Lucy felt like celebrating the good news.
The hall was full of servants, bustling about doing their jobs with dispatch. Lucy walked down the hall and picked a dozen servants of both sexes at random and had them sent to a discipline room for whippings.
There was a new girl in the hall, a pretty little blonde with beautiful legs. Lucy beckoned to her. "What's your name?" she demanded.
"Lisa, Ma'm."
"Come with me, Lisa."
She took the girl to her bedroom. "Strip, dear." Lisa looked surprised at the order, and a bit reluctant. "How long have you been with us, Lisa?" Lucy asked while the girl pulled her dress over her head.
"Three weeks, Ma'm."
"How come I haven't seen you before this?"
"I've been in processing, Ma'm." She said it as though the memory was a painful one.
"You must be a very stubborn girl."
"Oh, no, Ma'm. Not any more. I was, but I've learned my lesson."
"Are you obedient now?"
"Completely, Ma'm." The little maid was naked by this time. Her body reminded Lucy of a Dresden doll. It was tiny and fragile seeming and perfect. Lucy crooked a finger and Lisa stepped forward. With one finger Lucy traced a line from the girl's shoulder down over one perfect breast, touching the nipple and then the full length of Lisa's belly to her cunt. Lucy stopped her finger there. She looked at Lisa and smiled. Lisa shivered with revulsion, but she managed a weak smile.
"You don't like to have a relationship with a woman?" Lucy asked.
"No, Ma'm. But I'll do my best for you."
"That's wise of you, dear. I hope your best turns out to be good enough. Come over here." She made Lisa lie on the bed. The little body looked exquisite there, the legs slightly parted, her pussy peeking out through the mat of fur at her belly. Lucy felt a strong desire stirring in her. She crawled onto the bed next to Lisa and began to play with her breasts. Lisa seemed to have a bit of trouble remaining submissive at first, but she managed. Whatever had been done to her in processing, Lucy thought, it must have been a marve-lously horrible experience.
She covered Lisa's lips with her own, pressing her tongue into the girl's mouth, and Lisa stiffened for a moment before she caught up with herself and forced her body to relax and accept Lucy's lovemaking.
Lucy crawled onto Lisa's body and straddled it, sitting up with her crotch on the girl's thighs. She looked down into clear blue eyes and smiled, then scooted upward. She stopped once on Lisa's waist, then slid up to the level of her tits, and then covered her face.
Lisa gave a muffled cry of surprise as Lucy sat on her face. Muscles contracted with surprise and horror, and her hands clenched. Lucy laughed throatily and repositioned herself so that her slit was right over Lisa's mouth.
"You know what I want you to do, baby," she whispered. "Now don't disappoint me after doing so well this far."
Lisa opened her mouth, and Lucy felt her tongue, warm and moist, slip between the labia to move along inside her body. Lucy stiffened with pleasure. "Yes," she said. "Yes, that's what I had in mind, honey. Just keep it up. Don't let up."
The tongue worked diligently, laving her in-sides, slipping over the inner surfaces of her cunt, licking and sucking, and occasionally it moved over Lucy's clitoris, sending an especially powerful bolt of pleasure through her.
The climax was swift and powerful, doubling Lucy over her own loins with its strength. Lisa was almost dislodged by the movement, but she stayed there, her mouth locked on to Lucy's crotch, her tongue moving over the clitoris with an increasing frequency and pressure. Lucy felt her knees lock in a rigid position, and she almost died of heart failure as one last powerful shot of joy coursed through her.
"You're very talented at that," she said when it was over. Lisa still lay under her body. Lucy liked the feeling of the tiny form under her. She had scooted down so that their bodies were even, one below the other. She sensed a distaste in Lisa, and that added a bit to her own pleasure. "Very talented," she said. "Are you sure you've never done it before?"
"Quite sure, Ma'm."
"Well, you could have fooled me. I'd have thought you were a hardened dike, from the way you sucked me off."
Lucy rose finally. "Draw me a bath," she ordered. Lisa went into the bathroom and a moment later Lucy heard the bath running. Some steam found its way through the door. A hot bath would feel delicious, she thought.
She had Lisa attend her through the bath, washing her back and running in more hot water when she felt the desire for it. Then she had the girl towel her down, using several of the huge, thick, terry towels that she kept in the bathroom.
"You can put your dress on and get back to your duties, now, Lisa," she said after she had dressed in fresh clothing. "I'll be seeing you. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other for a while dear. I like the way you suck pussy."
She lay on the bed for a while, relishing the Marquis's news. It seemed too good to be true, and yet at the same time it was perfectly logical, perfectly fitting.
There was a sound in the room, a soft popping noise that wouldn't have been noticeable if the room hadn't been silent. At the same instant Lucy detected a faint odor, or rather a fragrance, like some exquisite and costly perfume. She sat up and looked around.
A boy was standing in the doorway. He was wearing the standard silk uniform of the male servants. Lucy glared at him.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Oh, excuse me," he said. "I though the bed needed fresh linen in here." He turned to go.
"Just a minute, you." He turned toward her again. "Come here." He approached her. His arms were loaded with sheets and pillow cases. That, no doubt, accounted for the perfume smell, Lucy thought. Her personal linens, and Kilgore's were always treated with a fragrance. But this wasn't the one she usually had.
As the boy walked toward her, Lucy had a chance to get a good look at him. She had turned off all the lights in the room except for the lamp beside her bed. Now she touched a switch on the bedside table, flooding the bedroom with light.
It was a startling experience.
The boy was far and easy the handsomest person she had ever seen. He was more than handsome. He was perfection. His body was medium height, muscular, yet not the kind of muscularity that one sees on the cover of beefcake magazines. His skin was startlingly white, and his eyes a deep blue. He was a blonde. But the real effectiveness of him couldn't be described. He was simply beautiful. His face had the fine chiseled look that would have made a woman rich and famous, and could have done the same to him.
"What's your name?" she demanded.
"Love, Ma'm."
Lucy looked at him dubiously. If the little shit was playing some kind of a joke it would be his last attempt at humor. But his face looked serious. It had a serenity about it that excited Lucy even while it annoyed her. The bastard had no right to look that happy in this house.
"Your full name."
"That's all the name I have, Ma'm."
"Look, you little asshole, I'm not in the mood for pranks."
"No, it's true, Ma'm. I was a foundling, and the people who raised me never thought to call me anything else."
"How long have you been in this house, Love?"
"I'm not certain, Ma'm. Not very long."
"Did you go through processing?"
"Processing, Ma'm?"
"Never mind. Are you obedient?"
"Of course, Ma'm."
"Good. Who told you to carry linen, anyway?"
"I don't know her name, Ma'm. A woman with an electric rod of some kind."
Lucy smiled. "Did she give you a little tingle with her electric rod?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
"Did you like that?"
"I had the distinct impression that I wasn't supposed to, Ma'm."
Lucy smiled. It would be fun to break him down, to replace the serenity in those blue eyes with the kind of groveling fear she liked.
"Take your clothes off, Love."
He didn't even hesitate. He seemed to look forward to the act that was coining. After placing the linen on the nearest chair, he stripped off the tight pants and shirt and jacket.
His body was perfectly formed all over. His skin was without blemish. But the most impressive thing about him, without a question, was his prick. Lucy hadn't even considered the possibility of a boy of his youth and comparatively small size having a prick like that. It was amazingly large, and a very pretty one too.
Lucy rose and stripped quickly. She felt a heat in her loins, a heat of desire that was improbably-strong so soon after satisfying herself with Lisa. She had intended to have Love eat her box, but the sight of that cock had changed her mind. Right now she wanted that lovely rod in her cunt. She hoped that he wouldn't have any trouble getting it hard.
There was no need to worry about that. As her body emerged from its clothing, the cock came to attention, and if it had seemed big before, now it was mammoth. It was almost comically large, out of proportion to the rest of his body. But it didn't look comical to her. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. If the sight of that prick made her want to laugh, it certainly wasn't because it was funny. It was just that the thought of it pumping away in her pussy made her feel a delighted anticipation beyond anything she had ever known before. She was two thirds of the way towards an orgasm already, she thought, and she had just looked at the little bastard in the raw!
The fire of passion was too strong in her for any foreplay. She wanted the main event to start right now. Lying on the bed with her legs open to him, she motioned him forward. He came to her instantly, with none of the embarrassment or fear that she might have expected from a young male virgin. But then she couldn't really be certain that he was a virgin. He just gave her that impression.
He piled onto her all at once, and his body seemed amazingly light. His skin was so smooth it almost drove her mad to feel it. The excitement in her had reached intolerable heights now. "Give it to me," she cried, and he gave it to her without a moment's fumbling. His aim seemed as perfect as his form. There was no lining up the cock with his hand. Lucy had been prepared to help him, but it wasn't necessary. A motion of his hips and he was into her, the connection completed in a thoroughly competent fashion. This boy was no virgin, she thought.
And that was the last thought she had for some minutes. The pleasures that flooded through her body as Love began his movements were more powerful, more exquisite, than she had ever believed possible. He moved with the grace of a Balinese dancer, the pumping and surging of his body taking place with none of the awkward, almost comical air that usually accompanied the sex act. It was an art, and the result was such an experience as Lucy had never felt in her life.
She cried out and felt the weakness fill her as the pleasure chased the strength out of her body. She was helpless before the onslaught of the joy he brought her, she was the slave for this moment, and he the master. She felt her body responding automatically, with no volition of her own. Their forms merged and parted, and merged again, and she had the feeling that she had been turned into a puppet, with the capacity to feel her own sensations, but without the power to control her muscles. That power had been usurped, stolen from her by the mighty, conquering surges of joy that coursed through her body.
At the same time that his lower anatomy moved, ramming his wonderful, hard prick into her, Love's hands worked their magic on her breasts, and his mouth moved over her face and neck and shoulders. She couldn't imagine how he was able to concentrate on such nice extras when her own body was a sweat streaked automaton. The mere fact that he was able to think of such things was proof to Lucy that she had been bested by him, that he was her master at this moment. The idea flashed and left, sucked away into the same void with all other thought as the pleasure, which had seemed unbearable before, rose to a peak, climbing steadily toward what frighteningly potent orgasm she couldn't imagine.
When it came, it rang a scream from her, a scream that would have brought people running in any house but this.
It took her minutes to compose herself.
"Jesus," she croaked. "Jesus, where did you ever learn to do that to a woman?"
"I don't know. What is there to learn? It just seems the natural thing to do."
"Natural! It seems supernatural to me."
He laughed. "We weren't bad together, were we?"
Something about his casual manner annoyed Lucy. He should be down on his knees in gratitude for the opportunity to fuck her. She owned him body and soul, the little shitass.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"Oh, that's right. You're a foundling. How long have you been fucking?"
"I don't keep track of time very much. I think time is just something to be enjoyed, not counted. I've made love to women from time to time. I find them willing enough."
"I'll just bet you do. Well, that's all over now. Your talents will be reserved to me." She waited for him to say something, to object or acknowledge the command, but he just looked at her with that infuriating serenity in his expression. "Have you heard anything about my cadre of boys?"
"Yes, Ma'm. I've been curious about it. Is it as bad as I've heard?"
He was getting too fucking casual for his own good.
"You won't have to wonder about it any longer, Love," she said ominously. "I'm putting you into it. You'll use that cock only when I feel like enjoying it, and the rest of the time you'll keep it behind a gold chastity belt to which I will hold the only key. You'll do whatever I say whenever I say it, and you won't ever express any personal opinions on my orders. Is that clear?"
"Yes, it's clear."
"Goddamn it, you can't be that indifferent to your own fate. Don't you know that I enjoy making people suffer? Don't you know that I'm going to make the rest of your life miserable? And when I get sufficiently bored with your screwing, I'm going to have that goddamn thing sliced off of you. What do you think of that?"
"I think I'll worry about it when the time comes."
Lucy felt herself go livid. The anger she had felt a moment before grew into a white-hot rage that she couldn't control. She jammed down the summoning switch on her intercom and stood looking at the boy who smiled up at her from the bed. She felt a touch of regret already at what she was about to do, but his words had seemed too direct a challenge to her. She couldn't retreat from a challenge like this in this house. Her authority, the terror everyone here felt of her, rested on her complete willingness to sacrifice any of them to her whims.
The security men were there in a moment. Lucy pointed to Love, still lying on the bed. "Take him to the surgeon," she said. "I want him gelded. Tonight." Something in her voice, an unaccustomed vehemence, caused the men to hesitate, looking at each other. Or perhaps it was Love himself, so beautiful a man, who caused the men to hesitate, looking at each other.
"Goddam you," Lucy screeched. "When I give an order I expect it to be carried out instantly. Get him up there, or take his place yourselves, you miserable sons of bitches!"
They grabbed Love by the arms and hauled him to his feet. He didn't struggle, or even object. He only looked at Lucy with that same serene gaze.
"Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked calmly. The security men almost let go of him in surprise at his mild reaction to the impending loss of his manhood. Lucy felt the rage in her boil over.
"You're fucking right it's what I want. We'll see how goddamed cocky you are when you've been castrated like a steer! You'll sing a different tune, Love, when you've lost your sex! Get him out of here!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The big night arrived, and Lucy felt all the jitters of a leading lady on opening night.
Kilgore had informed her that a dinner had been planned and prepared, and she was to meet him in the dining room at eight o'clock for cocktails.
She dressed with care. She knew Kilgore's appreciation of feminine attire. To appeal to his liking for the sight of female flesh, she had had the dress made especially with a low-cut top and a skirt that was slit up the front, showing her legs whenever she took a step.
She arrived ten minutes early, with the intention of having things ready for Kilgore, but he was already there, with a drink in his hand, waiting for her.
"Ah, Lucy," he said, and she had the feeling that his pleasure at the sight of her was genuine. "I've been like a child waiting for a birthday. I'm also dying to see my loving wife, of course. The temptation to see how you've been coming along with her has been great, and I am not a man noted for resistance to temptations, but I have managed to hold myself back for this moment."
They sat across from each other at one end of the table. Servants began to bring food, and they ate the sumptuous meal with relish.
Finally dessert came, and Lucy smiled at Kilgore.
"I think we might enjoy our dessert more with something equally sweet. Don't you?" She clapped her hands once, in a prearranged signal, and two security men came through a door to Kilgore's right. They were in special dress uniforms Lucy had had the tailor make up for them, and each of them held a gold chain. The chains led to rings set in opposite sides of a gold collar, and the collar was on the neck of Ellen Kilgore.
It was almost a shock to Lucy, when she saw the woman.
Ellen was shriveled looking. Her hair was matted and stuck together with dried sweat, and her face and body were equally dirty. She seemed to have gained fifty years in age and lost thirty-five pounds in weight. She had trouble walking, it seemed. Lucy, who had been afraid that her results might not please Kilgore, was instantly put at ease when she saw Ellen now.
Kilgore stared at the apparition for a moment with a look of mild distaste. It took a moment for Lucy to realize that he didn't even recognize his own wife.
"Mr. Kilgore," she said with an impish grin, "may I present Mrs. Kilgore?" He almost dropped his spoon in surprise, and Lucy couldn't quite suppress a giggle.
"My God," he breathed. "My God, girl, you've done it. I didn't think you'd be able to reduce her to this. Not in so short a time."
"Then you're pleased?"
"Don't ask ridiculous questions. I'm not just pleased. I'm elated. You've surpassed my fondest expectations. I can see why Satan has chosen you for the position you will soon have."
The mention of that made Lucy sad for a moment, thinking that Kilgore would soon be taken away from her. She had really grown quite fond of him.
"How long do you have?" she asked.
"A few months." He seemed happy about it. "I'll be ready when my time comes," he said. "I'll be ready to take my place among the greatest of Satan's worshippers."
"I can't imagine a man who deserves it more."
They had finished dessert, and servants appeared to take away the dishes. Kilgore kneaded the ass of one girl absently for a moment. She stood still until he let go, then hurried away. Kilgore lit a cigar and sat back with a sigh of contentment.
"And now, Lucy, what of the surprise you promised me? I warn you, it had better be good. After all this waiting I've done, I expect something worth while."
Lucy smiled. "Would you mind calling back the girl who just took away your dessert dish?"
Kilgore looked mystified, but he rang the bell before him, summoning all the servants who had been waiting table, then he pointed to the girl Lucy had mentioned. The girl stepped toward the table and stood respectfully, her eyes lowered. Kilgore waved the other servants out of the room.
"Well?" He looked at Lucy expectantly. Lucy grinned.
"Don't you recognize this girl?" She maintained her smile, though she was really nervous. There was always the chance that he wouldn't approve of what she had done to Bobby.
Kilgore looked at the servant for a moment, then at Lucy again, still mystified. Suddenly his eyes darted back to the maid's face, and he almost dropped his cigar as the truth occurred to him.
"My God," he said. "You've trained him to act like a girl. And he's very damned good at it, too."
"I've done more than that, Mr. Kilgore," Lucy said. At his baffled expression, she suggested, "Look under the skirt of that little dress. Or feel, if you prefer." Kilgore ran a hand under Barbie's skirt. He looked like a man humoring someone at first. Then, as he realized what his fingers were finding there, a look of fresh amazement came over his face. Suddenly he shoved the skirt up past Barbie's waist, revealing the bare skin where the genitalia of a young man had been so short a time before. His expression was one of complete astonishment for a moment, and Lucy wished he would either look pleased or angry, so she would know where she stood. Then he threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"Castrated, by God," he chortled. "What a brilliant idea. Jesus, girl, I never cease to be amazed by you. You're a genius of sadism." He laughed again, then looked at Barbie with a grin of pure enjoyment.
"We call her Barbie," Lucy said, trying to keep the relief from her voice.
"You've done a brilliant job."
"Yes, well, Barbie is merely the first of many like her. I intend to have an entire cadre of maids who used to be boys."
"Well, as the recipient of the first of these maids, my dear. I want to tell you that I am touched by your thoughtfulness." He laughed again. "Does he-I mean she-know how to suck a cock?"
"I thought that kind of training would best be left to the man who would be getting the benefit of it."
"Good thinking, Lucy. And I intend to start the training tonight." He took a puff on his cigar. "And now," he said, "I think it's my turn. I have a little present for you, too, Lucy. Something I've had for a long time."
"I can't imagine what present you could give me that would make me any happier than I already am, Mr. Kilgore."
"I think you'll find this gift interesting, though. And amusing. Come with me."
He took her down to one of the lower floors and led her through a hallway.
Kilgore took a jingling ball of keys from his pocket and with one more smile at Lucy opened a door. He stood aside for Lucy.
It was dim inside, and it took Lucy's eyes a moment to adjust to it. At first all she saw was that she was in a kind of cell, though by no means one similar to the dungeons on the last floor down. This room was clean and well kept.
Then she saw the form on the cot at the opposite end of the room. It was a small form, and she knew it must either be a woman or a young boy.
As her eyes became accustomed to the lack of light, she noticed that it was a girl wearing a long garment of some sort, and then she recognized the garment as a nun's habit. Finally it occurred to Lucy that she was looking at her own sister.
The girl stirred, apparently roused by the light from the open door. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at the two forms for a moment before reacting, as though she had forgotten where she was and forgotten that she might have something to fear from people entering her cell.
She sat up quickly then, and looked at them for a moment longer. Her eyes seemed to take a moment to adjust to the increased light from the hallway. She looked at Lucy blankly for a while, then at Kilgore, and then her eyes darted back to Lucy with a convulsive quickness.
"Lucy?" she asked softly, as though not daring to believe her eyes. "Is that you?" Lucy said nothing, only smiled. The young girl placed her feet on the floor and stood a little shakily, still weak and unsteady from sleep. She took a step toward Lucy and said "Lucy?" again.
"Yes, dear. It's Lucy."
"Oh, thank the saints! Lucy, where are we? What kind of place is this? Are you a prisoner too?" she asked with a sudden chill in her voice.
Lucy laughed. "Now, now, darling. I'll answer your questions for you one at a time. Don't worry. I'm not a prisoner. Far from it."
"How did I get here?"
"You were abducted, dear, and brought to this place."
"But why?"
"Because this man ordered it done that way," Lucy said. She turned to the door, but Kilgore was nowhere to be seen. "Well, he appears to have left us alone, doesn't he?"
"Why did he order me abducted and-" she broke off suddenly, looking at the door, and Lucy turned again, to see four security men standing there stiffly, waiting for orders.
"He had you brought here as a favor to me," Lucy said. "He and I are friends, and he wanted to give me a present. What better present could he have brought me than my own dear little sister?"
Lucy's sister smiled tremulously. "But how long will I be here?"
"How long will any of us be anywhere?"
"No, I mean when will you send me back to the convent?"
"Oh, you'll never see the convent again. Or our dear parents. You may, however, see our brother again. I may let the two of you meet some time."
"Bobby? Is he here too?"
"Oh, ves, but Bobby isn't his name any more."
"What?"
"I'll explain all that later, dear. Right now I think you should take off that habit and make yourself comfortable."
"Take off my habit? But how can I? With those men standing there?"
"The same way you would if the men weren't standing there. One garment at a time." They looked at each other for a long moment.
"I don't know what you mean, Lucy. I can't do that."
"Then I'll have to have it done for you," Lucy said. She turned to the security men at the door. "You and you," she said.
The men came forward with alacrity. They were smiling with anticipation. The little nun backed up until her legs were against the cot. She opened her mouth to scream just as the men reached her. She was really too frightened and too stunned to offer much resistance. Lucy watched the show with amusement. Garments came away with a ripping sound, and undergarments of strange shapes and colors emerged. Finally the girl's body itself began to appear, one limb at a time, and the trunk as well, and she was naked, except for the veil, which the security men hadn't bothered with as yet. One of them reached for it.
"No," Lucy said. "Leave that."
"God in heaven," Lucy's sister breathed. "What are you doing?"
"Stripping you naked," Lucy replied matter-of-factly. "After all, nakedness is the proper state for a slave girl, in my opinion."
"Lucy, what?"
Lucy stepped forward with her goad in her hand and touched one soft white thigh with it. The younger girl squealed and jumped back, pressing herself against the cot again. Lucy moved up and touched the goad to her belly.
"Don't!" she screeched, and at the same instant her knees bent and she sat down hard on the cot. Lucy gave her another touch with the goad.
"Don't you like that, dear? That's a shame, because you're going to be feeling it a lot from now on. If you're quick to obey, and efficient about carrying out orders, you may not feel it nearly as much. But somehow I think you're going to need a bit of extra tingling to teach you efficiency. Not obedience. I don't think you have the guts to resist me. But I do think you're going to have to be brought up short until such time as you learn to do your jobs well."
She was crying by this time. "Lucy, I don't understand-"
Lucy jabbed her with the goad three times in rapid succession. The girl screamed at each jab and then rolled up in a ball against the wall, her arms crossed over her naked body, her knees drawn up to her breasts.
"Now you understand a little better, don't you, dear? I'm in charge here. And you're the one who will obey. Instantly and without comment. No matter how distasteful you find the order. Is that clear?" There was no answer but continued sob-big. Lucy reached out and prodded her again, and she screamed.
"Yes," she cried suddenly. "Yes, I understand."
"Well, that's good. You're learning that lesson even more quickly than I had expected."
"My God, Lucy, why are you-?" Lucy jabbed her again.
"Lesson number two. You never address me as Lucy. Is that clear?" Lucy started to move the goad again.
"Yes, yes, I understand!"
"Ma'm."
"I-I understand, Ma'm."
The girl looked at Lucy like a hurt dog. Lucy had to laugh. She couldn't remember when she'd had more fun than at this moment. "Get up," she said.
She hesitated a moment, then rose from the cot. She still held her hands in front of her body at the strategic points. Lucy laughed. "I've seen you naked before, dear. We used to share the same bedroom before you got religion and decided to join the Christers." These men-
"I told you not to worry about the men. Now put your arms down and let me look at you. Unless you need more of a lesson."
"No, I-I don't need any more lesson,-Ma'm." She dropped her arms from in front of her and stood straight, flushed with embarrassment. Lucy looked her up and down slowly. She wondered why she had never noticed before what a lovely body her sister had. She probably developed somewhat in the time she had been in the convent. It was a good thing Kilgore had abducted her, Lucy decided.
"You're very pretty, honey," Lucy said. Lucy stepped forward and ran a fingertip down over the girl's shoulder and breast. She smiled.
"Don't you like that?"
"I don't-I don't understand."
"Really? Well, I suppose you've led a very sheltered life in that convent. Now you're going to learn a lesson in the facts of life. You're going to become quite well versed in those facts. Haven't you ever heard of women making love to each other?"
"No. I-" She looked terrified, more frightened than before. "Yes," she amended. "I've heard of it. But that's abnormal. It's a mortal sin-"
"Oh, shit. Everything's a mortal sin to you psalm-singers." She reached forward again, and this time cupped the girl's breast.
The little nun drew back in shock and disgust. "No, I won't put up with that. I don't care what you do to me."
Lucy smiled. "Come here," she said to the four security men. They came forward instantly. "Stretch her across that bed," Lucy ordered, looking straight into her sister's eyes as she spoke. "And give her a whipping. Whip her ass until it's the color of a stoplight."
The security man was back in a few moments.
Lucy's sister lay face down on the bed, no longer struggling, her face buried in the thin pillow while she cried softly. The man had a cat-o'-nine-tails in his hand. He looked questioningly at Lucy.
"Begin," she said languidly. Her sister emitted a muffled scream almost lost in the pillow. Her tiny, fragile body strained and twisted vainly against the men.
The security man with the whip drew back a muscular arm, and then brought the cat forward in a wicked, whistling arc.
The lashes struck soft flesh with a sound that was a combination of a slap and a snapping noise. The little body on the bed went rigid and still for a fraction of a second, too shocked to react.
The scream came with such an intensity that Lucy had to laugh. The high-pitched shriek filled the concrete cell and ricocheted from the walls and ceiling. Lucy watched the girl's body twist in shocked agony, and come to rest again. The man with the whip had drawn back in the meanwhile, and now he brought the whip down again, hard and fast.
The first blow had left lines of red across the girl's ass, and now more lines crossed them. Another scream followed the first, and once again the body twisted.
"Oh, please," she begged. "Please, please, I can't stand it any longer."
The security man paused and looked at Lucy.
Lucy signalled him to continue. The whip rose and fell again. And again ... And again....
"Continue," Lucy said, and the whipping resumed. After two more whacks Lucy's sister broke.
"All right," she shrieked. "All right, I'll do it. I'll do anything you say. Anything at all."
The whipper looked at Lucy again.
"Now, now, dear, surely your vows mean more to you than that. A nice, religious girl like you needs more than a few swipes with a whip to make you agree to commit a mortal sin, doesn't she?" Lucy waved her hand, and the whip came down again. The ass on the bed was covered with marks now. Welts had raised on welts until it was almost impossible to see the white skin underneath.
"All right," Lucy said finally. "I'll tell you what. Since this gentleman went to all the trouble of bringing the whip for you and the chair for me, I'm going to let him give you five more good smart ones, and then you'll have an opportunity to prove your obedience and devotion, little sister."
She signalled the man, and he began the whipping again. The girl screamed hoarsely, her voice almost gone by this time. The whip rose and fell five more times. The body on the cot relaxed. Lucy held up a single finger to the whipper, and he grinned and brought the whip up silently and struck once more. The unexpected blow brought a hard twist of the little body, and another scream of agony. Lucy laughed.
"I just couldn't resist that last one, little sister," she said. She stood up. "Now, if you gentlemen will let my darling little sister up from the bed, I think she and I have something to do together."
They stood back, and the girl rose from the bed. She was still wearing the veil from her habit. It had been pulled aside during the whipping. Now it dropped into place, and as the light cloth whispered across her bare ass, she winced.
"A little sore back there, dear? Don't worry about it. You'll learn to live with pain from now on. Pain and humiliation. Now kneel down beside the bed. Right there."
She complied, but with an apparent reluctance. Lucy sat on the bed and positioned herself in front of her sister.
"Tou know what I want you to do now, dearie?"
"No, I-I don't know anything about-"
"Well, I guess I can't blame you for that. After all, you haven't had much opportunity to learn about such things where you've been, have you?"
She spread her legs even wider. Her pussy yawned open. "What you do now, honey, is to lean forward. You put your mouth over my slit and slip your tongue inside, and then you lick all over until I have an orgasm. And if I don't have an orgasm, then we go back to the whip."
"Please, I can't. I mean-"
"I guess we're going to need the whip at that. You disappoint me a little, honey. I was beginning to think you were a smart girl. Now I see you're really a very stupid one. Eventually you're going to do everything I tell you to. But you're so goddamn interested in making it look good that you're ready to go through the tortures of the damned first. Then you'll give in."
"It's not that I want to look good. It's a sin, it's a disgusting thing to do...."
"Yes, but you're going to do that disgusting thing anyway, aren't you? You're going to commit that sin, and a lot of others besides. What difference does it make whether you start your life of sin three-quarters of an hour earlier? Will you burn in hell any longer, or any hotter for that?"
"I-Please. I'll do anything else."
She looked up at the security men. "Resume the punishment."
They moved forward. Lucy's sister threw herself forward, hugging Lucy's knees. "No, please! I'm sorry! I'll do it. I'll do anything you want."
Lucy thought the offer over for a moment. "No," she said. "I don't think I'll accept that offer, sweetie. You had your chance this turn. Now you'll have to learn your lesson some more. I can't let a refusal to obey go unpunished." The security men grappled her sister away.
They stretched the girl out on the bed again and went to work with the whip. Lucy sat and looked around at the bare walls, a little bored with things. She heard the pleas and cries distantly, her mind closed off from things. When the clock in her mind told her that it had been long enough, she stood up.
"All right," she said. "Let her up now." Her sister rose from the bed with difficulty. Her ass was covered with welts and bleeding cuts. She swayed on her feet, unable to gain her balance.
"Now, dear, would you like to suck my snatch for me?"
She nodded mutely, rubbing tears away. "Speak up!"
"Yes, Ma'm. I do. I want to."
"Want to what?"
"To-do what you said."
"Well, say it."
"I want to suck your snatch," she said, choking on the words.
"All right, dear. Now let's have no more nonsense, shall we?" Lucy sat on the bed again and opened her thighs, revealing her pussy. The girl looked at it with a tinge of disgust in her eyes, but she fell on her knees and moved forward into the recess of Lucy's crotch. Lucy drummed her fingers on the cot as a visible sign of impatience. The girl dived forward, burying her face against Lucy's cunt and holding it there for a moment.
"Tongue in the slit, dear," Lucy said, "or we go back to the whip again."
Lucy felt the warm, moist tongue slide into her, and she quivered with pleasure.
The tongue moved through her insides, slipping over her vaginal walls and then touching her clitoris. Lucy's body shook in a spasm of pleasure, and the tongue stopped and drew back as though the girl were scared by Lucy's movement, frightened that she had hurt her in some way.
"Go on!" Lucy hissed. "Go on, go on, go on!"
The tongue moved through her again, and Lucy leaned back, placing her hands flat against the top of the cot to support her. The position opened her body more, allowing her sister's tongue greater penetration. It moved over her clitoris again, and Lucy arched her back with the sudden and over-powering sensation.
This time her sister knew better than to draw back. She had learned that the sudden movement meant pleasure, not pain, and she kept her tongue in that spot, massaging Lucy again and again, the tip of her tongue petting the clitoris until Lucy thought she would lose her mind. Cries escaped from her throat, and then actual screams as the pleasure became unbearable.
When the climax came, Lucy sat straight up again and clutched the veiled head in her hands. She jammed it more deeply into her crotch, pressing the tiny face against her cunt as the tongue moved through her with a frantic speed. Then Lucy's knees came together, clamping the head in a vise-like grip between her thighs, and she gave one last terrible trumpet of joy.
Then she sat, drained for the moment, looking down at the girl in front of her. Her sister knelt with downcast eyes, the picture of shame and humiliation. Lucy laughed, her voice low and loose with the satisfaction of her lust. This was the finest wine she had ever tasted, she thought, the best revenge, the best pleasure she had ever known.
"Well," she said, standing and stretching, "I'll just be leaving you now, dear. I'm going to bed and sleep like a baby."
When she was at the door, Lucy turned to the security men. "You men have done good work tonight," she said. "Just enjoy yourselves the rest of the night. She's all yours. Do anything to her that won't reduce her ability to give me pleasure in the future." Lucy flashed a bright smile at her sister. "And if she gives you any trouble, resists you or refuses to do anything you want, you just let me know about it. You will be a good girl, won't you, dear?"
"Yes, Ma'm."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kilgore died four months later. Lucy gave him an elaborate funeral. She had all scheduled punishments for that week doubled. She had him buried in the grounds, near the farming section, which he had loved so much, and she had Barbie buried with him, alive. She spent the day going about the grounds and the house looking for excuses to punish people, and enjoying herself famously.
The next day she went up to the surgeon's quarters to look over the current crop of geldings. The collection had grown, and the girls training them had received their promotions. Linda had kept her rating of foreman and had assumed leadership of the training department.
The moment she stepped into the convalescent room, she noticed Love in a cot toward the back. She frowned to herself and started toward him. He should have been out of the convalescent room a long time since. Lucy was annoyed with the surgeon for letting the little malingerer hang around that long, and with herself for not missing him until this moment.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. He looked at her with the same serene gaze she had seen that day months before, when she had let him fuck her. "Recuperating," he said. "At least that's what I'm supposed to be doing."
"You little shitass. You should have been down in training months ago, by now you should be working with the other maids." She walked to the door that joined the convalescent room with the surgeon's clinic. "Doctor," she said, "come in here, please. I have something to talk to you about."
"Ja, Fraulein?" The doctor came scurrying away from his operating table where a young boy with light brown hair was just about to go under the knife. "What is the trouble?" The doctor looked and sounded nervous. Lucy turned without a word and led the way back to Love's bed. "How long has this little bastard been lying here?"
He looked at the chart clipped to the foot of the bed. "Ach," he breathed. "Mein Gott. How could I have overlooked him all this time?"
"That's what I'd like to know. You've let him lie here eating and drinking up our substance when he should have been earning his way downstairs. Now get him out of here."
The doctor bobbed a few bows and pulled the blankets back from Love's body. Lucy saw the bandages on his crotch, a neat patchwork with a tube hanging out. The tube, of course, was to allow him to urinate.
"Strip him," Lucy said. "I think I'd like to watch. Perhaps we can wipe that happy expression off his face the first time he sees himself without his balls."
The doctor managed a smile. He was obviously still nervous and upset by the error he had made. He worried a corner of the tape away from Love's abdomen and, taking it between thumb and forefinger, ripped it away.
Love's expression didn't change any, but Lucy's and the doctor's did. For there, between Love's legs, was the biggest and healthiest prick Lucy had ever seen. His balls were there, too, undisturbed. Lucy turned white with rage.
"I don't think I care for your brand of levity, Doctor," she fumed. "And I don't think you'll have much to laugh at either, unless you give me a goddam good explanation of this right now."
"But-but, there can be no explanation." He grabbed up the chart again, as though it were some kind of proof of his innocence. "You see? Right here, my notation. I castrated this boy the day you sent him here, as you ordered. I remember it now. I remembered the unusual size of his genitalia for such a young fellow. And I remember I did an extra careful job of it, because the security men said you seemed especially interested in this particular case."
"I don't give a shit about your chart!" Lucy dashed it from the man's hand, and it clattered to the floor. The other boys, lying in their bunks, looked up with a bit of fear. Lucy's anger was something they all had learned to dread.
"But I tell you, I did what you wanted, Frau-leinl I swear-"
"Doctor, how long have you been practicing medicine?"
"For over thirty-five years."
"Good. Speaking as an expert on anatomy, tell me this: Is it possible for a human male, once he was deprived of his pecker, to grow a new one?"
"Fraulein Warren, I assure you-"
"Answer my question. Is it possible?"
"Why, no, of course not. At least no such thing has ever happened. But I know that I-"
"Doctor, you are growing old and senile. Perhaps your usefulness here is waning." She let that sink in for a moment, then spoke again. "Now, I want this son of a bitch castrated, and I want it done right this moment. No more bullshit. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Fraulein, of course. Just as soon as I finish with the boy who is on the table at this time."
"Just as soon as nothing. You will take that boy off of the table, and place Mr. Love there in his place. Then you will slice off his prick and his balls, and this time see that you do it."
"Yes, of course. Of-" But Lucy was already walking away with long stride, striking her hip with her goad as she walked.
It wasn't until she was almost on the stairs that she decided to go back. She walked in just as the surgeon was preparing to anaesthetize Love.
"Just a minute," she said. "I've changed my mind. Let him keep his prick for the time being. Maybe the experience has taught him a lesson." She thought about the way it had felt the time he fucked her. This stupid error on the part of the surgeon might yet prove to be the best thing that had happened to her in a long time.
The surgeon looked at her with a momentary flash of annoyance before he regained his composure and bowed. Lucy ordered the boy to follow her.
She took Love to her bedroom and chased away the maids who were busy cleaning up there. The "maids" were all castrates, former members of her cadre. They hurried out at her command.
"Now," she said, "I hope you've learned something in the past months."
"Oh, yes, Ma'm. Indeed I have."
"I'm not the soft-hearted type, Love, and I have no intention of making your life easy or pleasant."
"I'm sure of that. You've never tried to make anyone's life pleasant, except Mr. Kilgore's. And now he's being taken care of."
Lucy was too shocked to speak for a moment. Then she burst with rage.
"Why, you little cocksucker! Who do you think you're talking to?"
"I think I'm talking to the most vicious, vile and totally corrupt person I've ever met, and I've met a lot of them in my time. I think I'm talking to someone who has had her fun for some months past and is about to pay the price. You're even worse than that old reprobate who died. You're worse than anyone has ever been. That should please you, since your ambition has always been to be just that evil."
Lucy looked at him in astonishment. The only sentence that seemed to make any sense at all was the one about her paying for her crimes. No doubt the little idiot intended to fuck her up some way, perhaps even kill her with his hands. She had her goad of course, but if he was insane, such a weapon might not stop him. She wished now that she had been provident enough to carry a gun. She edged toward the intercom. Security men were always near her room. If she could only summon them.
Love smiled. "You want some of your goons in here?" He cut her off, and just as she was about to make an impossible break for the door, he pushed down the button on the front of the intercom that would summon the nearest security men. Lucy stared at him in bafflement, then smiled. He really was insane, and this was the last insane act he'd ever commit. She wouldn't bother having him castrated this time. She'd have her men kill him.
They knocked at the door, and she cursed silently for leaving that order. "Come in," she called shakily, and they were in the room, four of them, huge and powerful. Lucy felt a flood of relief. "Take him," she cried. "Get him out of here and kill him!" They came forward in a body, fanning out a little to cut off any attempt to get by them. But Love made no attempt to escape. Instead he reached back a hand, without even turning to look at the men, and a brilliant flash of light that combined every color of the rainbow flew from his fingertips to the men. As suddenly as they had appeared, the men were gone. There was a mild smell of ozone in the air, but not even a pile of ashes marked the spot where the men had last been. Love smiled.
"Now," he said, "perhaps you begin to understand who I am. You poor little idiot! Did you really think that the forces of evil could stand against the forces of good? Didn't you know how little chance you had? Or rather that you had no chance at all?"
"Please," Lucy said, backing away. The boy didn't advance on her, but suddenly she found that she couldn't move. Her limbs simply refused to function.
"You admired the size of my tool," Love said. "Well perhaps you'd like to see what I can really do with it." As he spoke the organ stood in an erection, and it grew enormous, impossibly big, bigger yet, until it was three feet long and a foot in diameter. Love laughed, and the tool shrank back down to its impressive but not impossible size. "Yes," he said, "your surgeon amputated the thing. But I grew it back. I can grow it back as often as I like. I could have prevented the man from cutting it off in the first place, of course, but I wanted to see the look on your face when you found that one of your geldings had refused to remain gelded. And now I think we'll dispose of you."
He waved his hand again, this time in Lucy's direction. The multi-colored light flashed once more, and when it was gone, so were her clothes, and the goad she had held in her hand. "All that you have done here will be undone," he said. "All the people you have brought here will be returned to their rightful places, and the harm you have done them will be set right. None of the malignant things done here will have happened, in the memory of anyone else. Your brother and sister will be restored. As for your fate, the people who knew you will be provided with someone else, a replica of you outwardly, but possessing all the virtues you negate."
He waved his hand again. When the light had vanished this time, Lucy felt a furious itching in her crotch. She wanted to scratch it, but she couldn't move. She managed to tilt her head downward, but she couldn't see the source of the trouble.
"You are growing whole there again," Love said. "You will be as tight as you were before you surrendered your virginity in the seat of that car. You will grow a hymen, too. You have grown it, in fact. That is one magical power you will have, Lucy. You will be able to grow a new hymen whenever it is ripped away. And you will be able to grow your vagina tight and new again when it has been stretched and torn. In fact you won't be able to help doing so."
"Please, I don't understand. What-"
"And now, Lucy, this is good-bye. I won't be seeing you again. Where you are going, I never enter. Nor will anyone else except a single creature other than yourself. But you, dear, will remain there forever."
Lucy started to say something, to utter some plea, but Love waved his hand and she felt a whirling motion, a fast, sick falling sensation that took her breath away. Colors of every description flashed before her eyes like a crazy kaleidoscope, and she tried to scream but couldn't.
When it stopped, she felt her arms and legs stretched in a hideously uncomfortable position. She felt chains on her wrists and ankles, and sharp rocks dug into her back and her ass. She tried to move, but the chains held her completely fast.
She could move her head, however, and now she looked around. She was on the peak of a mountain, and the sky about her was a dull, milky white, completely featureless. The mountain on which she was chained seemed to rest on nothing more substantial than clouds.
The bird came from a long distance. She saw it as a speck at first, a tiny black thing that plummeted straight toward her. She watched it, fascinated. She felt some fear, but mostly she was interested to see what kind of being would share her semi-private world.
It took a lot longer to reach her than she had expected at first sight. Presently she realized that it was far bigger than she had thought, and much farther away.
Then it came closer. She could see it quite clearly. It was a hideous looking thing, with shaggy feathers and huge talons. It had no head, only a neck that ended in a single giant, bloodshot eye. The eye was directed at her, and she imagined she saw expression in it: a look of joyous hatred, with perhaps just a touch of lust mixed in.
But the most striking thing about the bird was the prick that hung below it. It was a huge cock, like a man's, actually, except that it was at least four feet long and as big around as a small tree.
The bird hovered above her for a moment, making no sound, of course, because it had no mouth. It beat its wings, and she could feel the hot wind from them, and smell the stink of the bird's body. The prick centered on her cunt. She finally realized what it intended doing, and she gave one huge muscular twist to avoid it. But she was unable to move at all. As the weight of the giant fowl pressed on her, she cried out from the pain of the rocks digging more deeply into her back, and her ass. She didn't think about that pain for long, because suddenly it was superceded by a far greater pain.
The prick tore into her, stretching and tearing her newly tightened pussy, and then ripping through her cherry with a hot burst of pain that she thought would make her pass out. But consciousness was a persistent thing, and she knew suddenly that unconsciousness was a boon she would never be granted again.
Never.
The prick pushed into her until she screamed with pain greater than anything she had ever imagined possible. She tried to writhe and pull away, but even the pitiful solace of that was more than the chains would allow her. She felt blood, hot and sticky, running over her legs and belly, and the bird, silent and loathesome, with the single eye directed at Lucy's face, continued fucking her with great thrusts, thrusts more powerful than any man or beast had ever delivered before. She couldn't imagine how her body was able to withstand the punishment. But of course that was part of Love's work. She would be here forever, he had said. Did that mean she would be fucked by this bird without a moment's respite? That wasn't possible.
The fucking went on without let up, and without pleasure for her, until she thought her mind would snap. She lost all track of time. The milky sky gave her no hint, or perhaps she was just too distracted to notice it. Because all at once the bird turned its neck, and its eye, upward. The prick didn't pause, but the movement of the eye registered on Lucy's mind somehow, and she noticed that the sky had indeed become darker. So there was such a thing as night and day in this world.
She was aware of the bird's weight lessening, and then she felt the wind of its wings. The prick left her and the bird hovered above her body for a moment, as though getting its bearing or receiving some kind of instructions which Lucy couldn't hear. Then it wheeled and winged away. Only to return again.
