The Virgin of Greenbrier: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book One

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

The room was dark. Elizabeth had stocked the fire, but she had not done the same with the candles. Lucretia shivered in a ball under the blanket. When the door clicked open she peeked out, relieved to see that it was him and not Elizabeth.

The doctor lit the oil lamps and stoked the fire before coming over to where she lay. “How is my pet?” He drew the blanket back from her face. “Did you like the raspberry treats I sent up with Lizzy?”

Lucretia tried to turn her head away, but the chain was too short. Fresh tears suddenly spilled over her face. “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it. I tried to wait but I just couldn’t.”

Crouching down beside her, he brushed the wet hair out of her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

She couldn’t look at him, and she couldn’t hide her face in shame so she covered it with her hands instead. “Please don’t punish me. I tried. I tried so hard to wait for somebody to come, but nobody did and…and I just…”

“What have you done to make you think I would do that?” He pulled the blanket off her bare shoulder and reached into his pocket to get the key for the padlock. An unmistakable scent rose when he moved the blanket back. Lucretia’s sobs filled with humiliation. Dr. Addams drew back, not in disgust so much as surprise. He looked quickly around and was shocked that the chamber pot he had specifically told Elizabeth to provide was no where to be seen. She had not only disobeyed him but had lied when asked about it.

“Oh, my little one.” The padlock was released and the doctor drew Lucretia out from under the wet blanket. “Come to the fire and get warm. This is not your fault and there will be no punishment, at least not for you.” He pulled down a second blanket and draped it over her shaking form.

“She hates me, sir. I don’t know why, but she does.”

“Tell me.” Between the last of her sniffles and tears, Lucretia told him everything. This was not what he had intended, he assured her and Elizabeth would be dealt with later. “In the meantime, do you know what it means to be my pet?” Lucretia shook her head. “It has several meanings, punishment for some and reward for others. It also means intense training. For you, at the moment, it is a punishment. I hope by the time we are through you will have a different view. Dinner is in less than an hour, so this first lesson will be brief. Come over to the chair and kneel.” Taking her hand, Dr. Addams went to his seat but did not sit. “Unfasten my trousers, pet.” Her eyes grew round as saucers but she did not look up at him. “You have questioned others on what a blow-job is, a BJ as you have heard it called. I am about to show you. Undo the buttons, Lucy.” He placed his hands on his hips. His eyes never drew away from her small hands as they lifted and touched the fly of his pants. Slowly and without grace, she released each button, pulling her hands away as soon as she was done. “Eventually, you will be able to do that with half the effort and time, ultimately, with your mouth.” Her face blushed to a warm, rosy glow. “Reach in and pull out my cock.” She almost protested. He could see it in her hesitation, the way her lips pursed together and her fingers coiled into fists.

Taking a deep breath, Lucretia spread apart the front of the doctor’s trousers and slid her hand into the warmth she found there. He was already growing hard. Her touch was gentle and fearful, but she did not pause until all the elements of his manhood were exposed. By the horrified look in her eyes, Beauregard had to guess this was the first male organ she’d ever seen, let alone touched.

“Kiss the head, the tip,” he said in a demanding whisper.

And so began Lucretia’s lesson. She followed his directions, one patient step at a time. Inexperienced hands clasped the shaft, cupped and fondled his testicles; and, with her fingers, rubbed the base of his s*x. Lips that barely knew how to kiss found their way around his hardness. A tongue that had only hours ago tasted the sweetness of raspberries and apple butter learned of the salty fluid that soon began to trickle from the tip of the mushroom-shaped end. When his member was full and hard, the Master sat down, drawing his pupil to kneel between his legs. At times his hand would run with tenderness through her hair. In another instant, he would press her head down, pushing his s*x as far into her mouth as possible. His hips would rock, letting her feel the velvety pulse and soft pleasure it could provide. “Suck on it, pet, like a piece of the sweetest hard candy.” Not once did he raise his voice to correct when her technique was flawed. When her eyes closed for the briefest of moments, he knew she was his. It was a start and that is all he was after right now.

A bell rang from the other room. The hour had passed too quickly. Lucretia pulled away when both his hands moved to her shoulders. “Enough for now,” he said.

Her skin glowed and glistened in the lamplight as his fingertips caressed her left cheek. “This will be your first task each morning and your last each night. Refasten my fly, pet.” He stood as before, letting her fumble with the buttons. “Someone will bring you dinner. Until I return, back to the corner.” On her hands and knees, Lucretia crawled. Before leaving, he handed her the clean blanket and found the chamber pot.

“May I ask one thing?” He’d never seen her quite so thoughtful and serious.

“Of course.”

“I don’t understand, sir. Why is it called a blow-job when no blowing seems to be involved?”

He burst out laughing and could not help but bend down and kiss the top of her head. “I have no idea, my innocent one. If you ever find out, do let me know.” He kissed her again. “Good night.” He turned for the door then stopped. “Oh, yes, one final thing.” From a wooden trunk near the chair, he pulled out a leather-covered phallus about the same size as his own. He handed it to Lucretia with a grin. “Something to practice on when you are alone.”

Her face grew all the redder. “Will you be back, sir?”

“Tonight? I don’t know. I have a punishment to administer. Good night and enjoy your supper.”

“As usual, you have done an excellent job with dinner, Abby.” The doctor wiped his lips and smiled. Elizabeth sat to his left, enjoying the attention he had lavished on her throughout the meal.

“Thank you, Massa Beau. Wait til you see dessert!”

No two meals could have been more unalike. Dinner was full of laughter and conversation. Even when it turned to John Brown, the doctor did no more than brush it aside. Word had trickled in throughout the day that troops from Charleston, Shepherdstown, and Martinsburg had arrived in Harper’s Ferry and a unit from Winchester itself was set to leave this very night. With so many already in place or soon to arrive, Dr. Addams was certain Brown’s mission would fail one way or another. With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, the doctor patted Elizabeth on the back of her hand. “You are in so much trouble tonight,” he said with a wink.

Mary and Cassandra carried out the trays of dessert. Cassy set the doctor’s down first; raspberry tarts topped with whipped cream and cinnamon. “Don’t care for raspberries, dear?” the doctor asked, seeing the faint scowl on Elizabeth’s face.

“No, sir. I prefer strawberries.”

He chuckled and took a mouthful of cream. “I prefer cherries.” He gave Elizabeth another wink, which only made her scowl more.

Eventually, full and satisfied, Dr. Addams took Elizabeth by the hand and rose. “Cassy?” The slave stepped from the kitchen. “I’d like you to join Lizzy and me upstairs in an hour, please.”

“Yes, Master.”

He squeezed Elizabeth’s hand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, for Cassy to join us?”

Elizabeth beamed. “Yes, sir.”

“I thought so.”

With the lanterns lit and the fireplace set, the Master let his hand rest on Elizabeth’s soft, blonde hair. She knelt perfectly, with her back straight, her head up and her blue eyes cast dutifully downward. Already he could see the warm blush that covered her fair skin. “You have been with us a long time, haven’t you? A year now, I think. Your eyes would get so big with each new discovery and you were so eager from that very first day to please me. Do you remember?”

“Yes, Master.”

He moved around the room, never taking his eyes off her. “Now look at you, a vision of submissive perfection. You’ve made me very proud this past year. Very proud.” Elizabeth beamed with the compliments. “And now we have a new girl and I’m pleased once more how you have behaved. Tell me again, what did you two talk about at lunch this afternoon?”

“We didn’t talk much, sir.”

“But you said you had a nice conversation over tea.”

“We did.” Elizabeth’s voice cracked.

“About what?”

“Just things, sir. Girl talk, you know?”

His hand trailed down the long cascade of her hair, pulling his fingers through it as he went. “No, I do not know. That is why I am asking. I thought maybe Lucy would confide in you a little. Tell you things she thought of the place, about me, the other slaves. I’m curious.”

She cleared her throat. “She doesn’t much like you, Master.” Elizabeth stared at the very door that lead to the room where Lucretia now sat chained in the corner. “In fact, sir, I get the strong notion that she plans to run away and report you to the authorities the first chance she gets.”

The doctor’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Is that so? Well, we’ll have to keep a very close eye on her then, won’t we? I don’t think we need to worry now, not with her safely under lock and key in the other room.”

“No, Master. I don’t think we need to worry about it now.” Relief washed over her face.

He drew in a deep breath. “I’ve been wondering all afternoon what to do with you.” He stopped in front of her, placed his palm on her forehead and pushed her head back so she was looking up at him. “Would you like to know what I’ve come up with?”

Her eyes were so full of desire it almost pained him. “Yes, Master. Please tell me.” Her voice was heavy and full of lust.

“Present your ass to me, Lizzy.” She spun around, instantly bending forward with her bottom raised high and her shoulders down. An aching, moan moved from her as the stopper was pulled out. “Turn back and kneel.” Lizzy shifted into her kneeling position, looking so hopeful and willing he couldn’t help but smile. “Open your mouth.” He held the freshly removed butt plug in front of her face.

“Sir?” Realization struck hard.

“Open your lying, little mouth.”

“But why? What have I done?”

“Do not patronize me.” He put his hand on the back of her head, pushing it forward until her lips touched the tip of the wooden stopper. “You know how cruel I can be. I suggest you open your mouth and open it now.” Her lips were barely parted when he shoved the plug into her mouth. She immediately began to gag and choke. From his shirt pocket he pulled out a long strip of cloth and tied the stopper securely into Elizabeth’s mouth. Tears were soon streaming down her face.

“First of all, never lie to me. You did not obey me when I told you to take care of Lucretia this afternoon; but, worse than that, you lied to me about doing so. You lied to me in my office, and you just lied to me again.” He slapped her breasts harder than usual. “I went to see Lucy just before dinner and I was not happy with how I found her. Her blanket was soaked with piss because of you. She told me what happened and I believe her. She would have no reason to make up such a story.” He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to his bed, demanding she stand between the two heavy posts, spread-eagle. All the while, Elizabeth cried and coughed. Once her arms were tied overhead and her ankles lashed below, he pulled down his favorite crop from the hook on the wall. With this, he struck her n*****s, inner thighs, bottom, and s*x. Under normal circumstances this may well have aroused the slave. Tonight, it did not. Elizabeth tried to beg with her sounds. He ignored them all.

When Cassandra arrived, a glimmer of hope moved through Elizabeth’s eyes. It was soon extinguished. “Go fetch Lucy and bring her here,” he ordered.

From her corner, Lucretia had heard voices and movement in the room beyond. With the door closed, none of it was clear. “Master wants you.” Cassy knelt down beside her suddenly, freeing Lucy from the chain. She helped Lucy stand, straightened her tangled hair, and kissed her on the cheek. “Come. It’s play time.”

Lucretia held tight to Cassy’s arm, needing the extra support and guidance it gave her. Compared to the playroom, the bedroom roared with light; and, for a moment, Lucy wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Elizabeth’s naked backside was bright with fresh, red stripes. She clutched Cassandra’s arm harder still, feeling her own knees buckle beneath her. She was next. She just knew she was to be next. Just as she felt herself begin to sink, Dr. Addams appeared and lifted her up. He carried her the last couple yards to the bed and lay her down. “Look at her, Lucy,” he said in a whisper. She did not want to look. It did not matter now what Elizabeth had done and said. Terror sank deeper into Lucretia, and she almost ran. “I don’t like to be lied to. Thank you for telling the truth earlier.”

Elizabeth squirmed in a mixture of rage, hate, and humiliation. Tears of all three dripped from her face. The Master looked up at her. “I do not think too highly of jealousy either. There is no place for it in my house.” He undid his trousers and shirt, handing the garments to Cassandra as he removed them. “Now you will hang there and watch and have no part in any of it.”

Cassandra stood by the bed, waiting, looking almost as puzzled as Lucy felt. Dr. Addams climbed onto the bed, placed himself directly in front of Elizabeth and lay back. “Come here, pet. Kneel down between my legs, facing me.” Lucy moved into place. It was all happening so fast that disobedience never entered her mind. All that mattered was that no one was going to hit her. Cassy was soon behind her, their backs almost touching, as she was directed to kneel in front of Elizabeth.

“Lizzy is not to climax, Cassy, my dear. Play with her all you like; but, if she cums, the both of you will have hell to pay.”

“Yes, Master.”

His attention turned to Lucy who knelt so stiff and frightened she could well have been carved of stone. The doctor took both her hands and drew her towards him, easing her down until her head lay on his chest and her belly pressed to his s*x. “Don’t be afraid. You are not being punished. You are being rewarded.” The tenderness with which he spoke and touched her was amazing. Fingertips brushed her eyelids. “Close your eyes.” A hand roved over her hair and down her back. “Is this what makes you lie to your Master, Lizzy?” His voice resonated deep into Lucy’s head sending shivers down her spine.” You are not now, nor will you ever be, the only one,” he continued to address Elizabeth. Lizzy moaned out loud, as if in response to him.

Lucretia’s shoulders eased down. Her head grew heavy as she relaxed, wanting to sink into the heart she could hear through his chest. His hand played slowly with the thick strands of her hair. It made all the horrible feelings slide out of focus. And when that same hand insisted she move further down his body, she did so, knowing exactly what it was he wanted from her without a word being said. It was all a blur. The sounds of Elizabeth whimpering and crying merged with the creak of the bedposts, Cassandra’s moans, the Master’s whispering voice coaxing her, guiding her, and teaching what she had only done once before and her own muted sounds. It took on a dream-like quality so intoxicating that Lucretia was soon consumed by it. Shame and shyness dissolved. Want and lust took form.

Somewhere in the dream that was not a dream, Cassandra, relieved of her tasks to Elizabeth, stretched out beside Master Beau. Her dark limbs snaked around him, she kissed his chest and throat and lips. Lucy did the same with his swollen manhood, inner thighs, and belly. Then they switched, and Lucretia found herself tasting his mouth. How she knew what to do she had no idea. She followed her own instincts, nuzzling his neck then kissing his earlobe. His body shook at her touch.

“Master,” her own voice spoke, breathless, aching. “Master, will you make me feel like you did before?”

He did not answer and for an instant Lucy was certain she’d displeased him. But from across his chest, Cassandra grinned and gave Lucy a knowing nod. Cassy slid further down his body and wrapped her mouth tight around his manhood. Lucy, cradled to his side, breathed into his ear. Her hands brushed over the hairs of his chest and somehow she just knew she was doing it right. His hips rose as he pushed his s*x further into Cassandra’s mouth. Shivers of cold seemed to shake his lean body only to be followed by droplets of sweat on his skin.

He crushed Lucretia in his arms so tight her spine gave a little snap. Then his back arched and he emitted a tight, panting series of grunts. Pleasure seemed to be rolling over him wave upon wave. Sweat made his body glimmer in the flickering lights of the lanterns while each touch of Lucretia’s lips made him shudder until at last he seemed unable to move, his body weak and spent. When he at last opened his eyes, he looked up again at the bound slave. Lucy’s gaze followed his. Lizzy’s eyes pleaded for mercy, but the doctor only smiled like a satisfied serpent. “No,” he hissed. “Not now, not tonight, not for days to come. Douse the lights, Cassy. We’re done for now.”

When all was dark, she returned to his side. She drew the blankets over the three of them. Cassy nestled on the Master’s right shoulder and Lucretia his left. Across his chest, the arms of the two girls mingled. Very soon the sound of his satisfied snores filled the room.

Lucretia, however, was not content to lay still. Her body felt like fire. Under no thought of her own, her s*x rubbed with insistence against his outer thigh.

“Do you want something, pet?” His voice startled her. She’d thought him sound asleep. She did little more than purr against his ear. “You can have what you want if you ask. Remember? I told you before you’d have to ask to feel it again.” His voice was low, lulling her deeper. He kissed the top of her head and moved his hand down to her hip.

Lucy could not speak.

“Do you want to feel what you did before?” Lucretia nodded against his chest. “Ask and you will.” He rolled her more to her back and temporarily slid his right arm away from Cassandra. With this free hand, he began to touch Lucretia’s breasts and n*****s. Instantly she felt her body yield and respond in the darkness. Down to her belly and over her shaved mons and to the tiny button that wanted touching he trailed his hand. “Ask me, Lucy. Ask your Master for this release.” Now he toyed more intimately. “Just say please.”

She felt she could barely breathe, let alone speak. But she had to obey. Her body begged and demanded she do as he said. The faintest sound slipped from her. “Please,” Lucretia breathed and was taken instantly into the pleasure he gave her.