Mistress For Sale: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book Three

Chapter Four-1

Chapter Four

“Undress for us, ladies,” Thaddeus instructed.

Lucy’s looked at her husband, “Sir?”

“Do as he says, Lucy. You will obey Thaddeus as you would me and you will call him Sir from now on.”

Nora was already half undressed by the time Lucy reached up to unbutton her chemise. Beau was her Master not Thaddeus, Lucy thought. Why should she have to obey him, too? She held back her words and let her drawers drop to the floor, as naked as her cousin. Lucy’s hair hung down over her face. She didn’t want to see Nora. A man’s gentle hand reached out and took hold of her arm, “Come here, Lucy.”

It was Thaddeus that led her to the frame. Lucy’s whole body tensed and shook. And while he anchored her to the board, binding her ankles apart and her arms to her side, Beau did the same to Nora beside her. Lucy turned her head away from the sight. She couldn’t bear it. She belonged to Beau, not Thad.

“Blindfolds, doctor?” Thaddeus asked.

“Yes, blindfolds,” the doctor replied. Lucy was certain she heard him chuckle under his breath.

She had only a brief chance to turn her head back to where Beau stood by Nora at the other frame before the silky black cloth was wrapped around her head and over her eyes. She wanted to protest, to plead, but found the words would not form. Maybe it was best. She did not want to be gagged as well. The bottom of the frame tipped back until she lay at a forty-five degree angle, her toes pointed upwards. She could only guess that this was Nora’s fate, too.

A warm hand ran over her belly. “Remember, you will obey Thaddeus as you would me. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, already feeling herself testing the strength of her bindings.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked, lightly pinching her n*****s.

“Yes, Master.”

“Then you will trust that I would not put you into hands that I, myself, do not trust.” His fingers moved towards her stomach, then around the edges of her nether lips, teasing without touching the most sensitive parts. She could feel his body heat shift; feel the warmth of his breath near her lips, “Why are you here, cara mia?”

Lucy’s body trembled as fear and desire touched her voice, “To bring you pleasure, to obey your commands, and to accept your domination over me.”

His lips touched her ever so lightly. “Good girl. Obey Thaddeus now, and I will be greatly pleased.” Then he was gone and Lucy hung there, feeling every part of her shaking with vulnerability. Nora would not be so afraid. Nora was a good and proper slave. She would not be on the verge of tears and protest. She would simply obey and submit. Oh, how Lucy so desperately wished she could be more like her cousin.

Lucy’s wrists tugged on the leather straps around her wrists moments before a hand she knew not to be Beau’s came to rest on her stomach. It was too big to be Beau’s, heavier, not the same sort of touch at all. She whimpered and strained feebly. “No need to be afraid of me, Lucy,” Thaddeus’ deep voice penetrated into her. “I like my toys to be nice and clean, just like the doctor. You won’t mind so much if I tend to your cleaning, will you?” Her back arched up, pushing away from the frame while a little whine pushed from her throat. “It’s nothing you haven’t had done to you before. Nora is taking her treatment rather nicely.”

The hand on her belly slid up to her s*x, passed over it with nothing but a flutter then went to her ass and spread her cheeks apart. The enema tip was warm as it pressed against the flower of her anus. “The sooner you relax and open yourself for this, the sooner it will end,” Thad told her. “Do as I say, Lucy.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s a good girl.” The tip slid into her bottom effortlessly and almost immediately she could feel the heated liquid begin to fill her.

The feeling of fullness started just below her ribcage, as if her stomach was being stretched ever so slowly. It moved down, distending her lower abdomen as her intestine walls expanded. A pathetic moan came from her. She had no thoughts now of what Nora did or how Nora felt. It was all so heavy and full and aching inside her. Surely, she would explode if he put any more into her, huge and round and bloated.

“….please….” she finally said, “…please, no more.”

The invasion stopped though the piping was not yet removed. “Enough?” Thad asked her. She wanted to cry, maybe was crying. “What about here?” His finger touched the very opening of her s*x sending a jolt of desire up her spine. “Do you want something put in here, too?” Horrified at her own body’s reaction, Lucy could do little but groan. She knew she was wet there, knew she would c*m if he did anything to her there.

She tugged at her wrists, “…please…” she said again.

“What do you want, Lucy? Tell me.”

She wanted her Master. She wanted him to touch her. She could not bear the idea of someone else bringing her the release that had only ever been given to Beau. It was his to have, not Thad’s. Two fingers sank into her. “…no…” she shook her head against the tightness and throbbing of her s*x, “No, no, no.”

“I want you to c*m for me, Lucy.” Thad’s voice was lower and deeper, closer to her ear than it had been. “Remember, you are to obey me as you would your Master. Your Master, who is standing right here, watching and waiting.”

Her body bucked, and the contents of her intestines churned. Thad’s fingers turned slowly inside her p***y, probing deeper, “…please… oh, Beau, please…” Tears slid from her eyes. “…please…Master…”

“You will c*m for me, Lucy, not your Master. For me.”

“No… no, I can’t.” But even as the words rose to her lips, her body grew stiffer and the walls of her p***y began to pulse harder, pushing against Thad’s fingers and the fullness of her colon. A scream filled the room and her head. Her mind was helpless to stop her body’s spasms of pleasure. Lucy convulsed on the frame, thrashing and lost in wave after wave of orgasm. She couldn’t breathe, or she couldn’t breathe fast enough. The room seemed to tip. “Oh God… oh…. god…” she heard herself say.

“That was very good, Lucy.” Thad touched her thigh, sending a shock and another spasm through her.

Her bowels roared for their own release. She couldn’t hold it another second and started to cry desperately, “…please…oh dear God, please…stop.” Somewhere in all the madness the tubing that had aided in her filling had been removed.

“Don’t you dare mess yourself, Lucy,” Thaddeus was telling her. “You will hold it until I give you permission.”

“I can’t, oh, please. Thad… please… Beau…” The shame of having no control over her own bodily functions was driving her mad. Sooner or later, no matter how hard she tried or how much he told her not to, it would happen. And worse yet, as much as she wanted to be released from the frame, the act of tipping it back upright scared her more. It moved the fluids down, pushing harder against her hole. She was sobbing, knowing things were happening and that she had no power to stop it. The warmth of the fluid inside her trickled down her leg as her arms and ankles were set free. Lucy was half-carried, half-dragged away from the instrument of torture, her legs useless.

“Sit,” Beau’s voice, Beau’s command. She collapsed, head spinning as the contents of her stomach and bowels released in one huge movement. Lucy could not stop crying and no longer cared if she did. She was utterly humiliated and it did not feel good at all. How could he do this to her? Why in front of Nora and Thad? She tugged at the blindfold and pulled it off, covering her face with her hands instead. How could he be so cruel? A hand touched her shoulder, and she pulled away. She felt horrible, dirty and wretched. The sobs grew more painful and wailing.

“Cara mia,” his hand ran over her arm and to her hand, tugging at her fingers and trying to pry her hands from her eyes. “Regardez-moi, mon esclave. Look.”

She shook her head, leaned forward, and wished she could vanish.

“Lucy, we are alone now.” His arms wrapped around her, drew her to his chest and rocked her gently. “I know… hush now, I know it wasn’t pleasant.”

How could he know? Had he ever had such a filthy thing done to him?

“I love you, my slave. I love you very much,” he was kissing the top of her head, stroking her hair, “but, this is what you will be trained to accept, not just my orders but the orders of anyone I deem trustworthy enough to use you.”

The hysterical sobbing slowly eased, replaced with shivers and silence, until he pulled her to her feet. Somewhere in the din she felt him wiping her off with a warm cloth. “I am very pleased with you right now.” Lucy leaned against him, still not lifting her head to look in any direction, pressing herself into his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit more and properly dressed for the Chateau, shall we?”

She was able to nod and nothing more.

Slowly, she came to be able to feel and work her own legs a little better. Let him lead her where he would, as long as it was away from other people so she could hide this shame. The air grew hot and steamy as they entered the room containing The Bath. “Not here, Beau,” she pleaded with him in a whisper.

“Yes, here, my pet, and I want you to call me Master.” He walked her over to the edge of the pool. “Get in. I will join you as soon as I undress.”

Suddenly he was not by her side, and she stood exposed to the few others in the room. Lucy lowered herself to the water’s edge and slid in. Despite everything she’d just suffered, she could not help but feel the tension ease from her muscles. Beau soon slid into the water beside her and took her into his arms again.

“Why did you do that to me?” she asked after a long silence between them.

“It is something you need to learn to do.”

“Why?” She had yet to look him in the eye.

“Because, you never know. If you trust me as you say you do, it should be easy for you to obey Thad or anyone else I say you are to obey.”

Lucy looked up, “Because you never know? What are you not telling me?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Why do you always think I am keeping secrets from you, cara mia? It is merely a precaution. Things happen, unexpected things. I want to be sure you are well taken care of, that’s all. Just in case.”

Lucy frowned, “I’m sorry I don’t trust you like I should.” Her arms circled his waist. “I want to be perfect for you, Master. I’m just not like Nora.”

“You think I want you to be like Nora?” He touched the underside of her chin so she would look up at him again.

“Isn’t it?”

“No. I don’t want you to be like Nora at all.”

“Nora is perfect.”

“If Nora were perfect, Thad would not have wanted her brought here.” His fingers held her chin up firmly so she couldn’t lower her head without great effort. “I want you to be you, and I love who you are. I will make you perfect for me just as Nora is being made perfect for Thad.” He kissed her gently. “Cara mia, my beloved Lucy, do you have any idea how proud you make me when you stand up for yourself like you sometimes do?”

She continued to frown, new tears trickling down her face. “I thought it embarrassed you when I did that, but I can’t help it sometimes, Sir… I…”

His fingers touched her lips. “No, I love your strength. I love the fire in your eyes when you challenge people, especially when you challenge me. I love when you fight your bindings and scream at me and curse me. I love your self-righteous indignation. I don’t want to change that about you, not when that is what I love the most in you.”

Her eyes were so welled up with tears now she could barely see him through the blur they created. “I don’t understand. I’m supposed to obey and submit and be good. I’m not supposed to fight you.”

“You really do not understand it, do you?”

“No, Sir, I suppose I don’t understand at all.”

Tenderness replaced the firmness of his touch. “Lucy,” he finally said, “when you submit to me, when I finally get you to obey over all your kicking and screaming, how do you think that feels to me?”

“Relieved?”

He laughed, “That’s an interesting way to put it, but no, satisfied is a better word. You do not want to submit. You do not like to submit sometimes, not to me, let alone to anyone else. So when you do it…”

Her mind suddenly cleared. “When I finally do, it… it makes you feel all the more the Master of me.”

His grin widened. “Yes.”

“But if I fight too much, that does not make you happy.”

“No,” his expression was serious again. “No, I don’t like it when you act like the spoiled little girl who was left in my office that day by her father. You know better than to act like that. That is just being a willful brat. That’s not the strength of a woman who has her own mind. If I wanted a woman more like Nora, I could have had Elizabeth at any time. I had no interest in Elizabeth other than as a teacher.” The name had not been mentioned between them in a very long time. Elizabeth had been one of the doctor’s slaves at Greenbrier before the war. She’d schemed to destroy Lucy and the doctor’s growing relationship.

“Nora isn’t like Elizabeth.”

“No, but they both have a level of submission I can never see for you. It’s not in you, and I don’t want it in you.” He drew her to him again and sighed, “But, there are things you have to learn. There are behaviors I want you to have and to accept and to make into part of yourself. The Society expects its slaves and submissives to act a certain way; and, as much as I adore your little fits at times, it does not look good on me.”

“You want me to make you proud of me, don’t you?”

“I want you to shine like the sun above all others, Lucy. If we can perfect your behavior in public, it will not matter what it is in private. To do that, you need to learn to obey others, not just me. You need to obey them without questions and glares and little huffs of pride. A slave is not proud. A slave obeys and makes her Master proud enough for the both of them.”

“I want you to be proud of me, Master.”

“I already am in many ways, little one,” his hand pressed to the side of her face, gazing deeply into her eyes. “You will not like the lessons you are going to learn, but you will learn them nonetheless.”

When they climbed from the pool sometime later, Lucy was surprised to see Thad and Nora had been in one of the curtained side rooms the entire time. Nora lay naked and stretched on her belly, draped over Thad’s lap while Thad reclined like some great sultan on a cascade of cushions. His hand petted Nora’s head.

“Someone looks content,” Beau said, parting the curtains and stepping into the room with the Wilson’s.

Nora’s smile grew but her eyes did not open, and she let out a quiet, satisfied purr. “She got her spanking,” Thad said. “She’s a happy girl now.”

Beau, who had slipped into a pair of loose fitting trousers but no shirt, lowered himself to the pillowed floor before letting Lucy rest her head on his lap. “We should speak to the Countess about their lessons and get them properly dressed for the Chateau,” he said.

“Do you think she’s ready for it?” Thad asked, nodding towards Lucy who had, by now, closed her own eyes.

“She’ll be fine. Won’t you, little one?”

“Yes, Master,” Lucy whispered.