The Virgin of Greenbrier: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book One

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One

Very few saw Master Addams until dinner. He and Vivianne took lunch in her suite. The evening meal was very different than it had been. Vivianne had brought four naked, male slaves to the table. Lucretia was told that after much consideration, the Master had decided she would benefit from this exposure. She joined them at the table, seated between Mary and Cassandra.

“Oh!” Vivianne’s voice squealed like a school girl at the sight of Lucretia. “This must be your new little virgin. How pretty she is. Let me have a look at her.”

Lucretia’s terror filled eyes looked at the doctor who nodded. “Get up, Lucy. Present yourself to the Mistress.”

She had been unclothed for a week now. Everyone had seen her; but, even as used to that as she had become, this inspection brought new waves of humiliation. Vivianne’s hands were delicate and finely boned. “She doesn’t present herself very well, Beauregard,” Vivianne observed while gripping one of Lucy’s breasts. “Put your hands behind your head, girl.” Lucretia looked to the doctor. With his nod, she obeyed. She was poked, prodded, and even made to bend over so Viviane could inspect the butt plug. Eventually, she was allowed to return to her seat, the bright red of shame covering her body. “Cute. She needs work, but very cute.”

“Yes, she does need work.”

“I’d enjoy some time with her, darling,” she gave Lucretia a wink, making the Mistresses dimples all the deeper.

He chuckled, “I’m sure you would, Vi. I’m sure you would.” Under the table, Lucretia squeezed Mary’s hand. He wouldn’t do that to her, would he?

The dinner courses soon began to arrive and conversation moved away from Lucretia. Throughout the meal, she was struck by the silence that Vivianne’s slaves observed. Compared to the way Master Addams conducted his table, Vivianne was like some sort of military drill sergeant. Not a spoon, knife, fork, or glass was lifted without her say so. If Vivianne quit her plate, so did the men, even if they appeared not to be done eating. They sat stiff and regimental in their seats, unmoving, but somehow attentive to Vivianne’s every whim. Her wine glass and water goblet were never empty. Salt passed without asking. Lucretia half wondered why she didn’t see one of the men cutting up Vivianne’s food and feeding it to her. The image of one of them going so far as to pre-chew for her suddenly struck Lucretia, and she held back an outburst of laughter for all she was worth. She concentrated on her plate as if it were a difficult math equation hoping no one noticed until she dared glance at Dr. Addams.

He was looking right back at her. Amusement played on his lips as well, but he said nothing. Lucy’s gaze darted back to her plate and a silent prayer passed through her head he’d remain without comment. She was trying so hard to be quiet, well-mannered, and submissive.

It was by sheer luck that Vivianne never caught Lucy looking about, but Vivianne was sometimes not as attentive as others. Clearly in Vivianne’s mind, it was all about her and, as long as her needs were met, to hell with what others did. A lack of discipline at the dining table and certainly the smirk that flashed over Lucretia’s face would have warranted a verbal tongue lashing from the Mistress had she seen it. Lucy wondered what sort of reprimand Dr. Addams would get from this fiery red-head if she noticed one of his girls snickering. The idea of it forced Lucy’s hands to her mouth to cough, pushing back the hysteria that all but burst from her.

Dessert cups emptied, Vivianne rose and lifted from the floor several lengths of chain. “Beauregard, may I borrow your virgin girl for a moment?”

His eyes twinkled as he gave Lucretia a long gaze. “Of course. Lucy, do as Vivianne tells you, please.”

If looks could kill, Master Addams’ brains would have been splattered against the back wall. Lucy stood, still glaring at him. “Yes, Master.”

“Oh, she is feisty!” laughed the Mistress as her slaves rose from their chairs before kneeling in a row before her. “I do so love spanking the feisty ones.” She reached out her hand, “Come here, little virgin. I’ve something for you to do.”

Lucretia was led over to where the four men knelt. They were not as naked as she had thought. In addition to their leather collars, each wore some sort of metal ring around the base of his c**k. From the ring, two lengths of light-weight chain ran up the length of the shaft and connected to another smaller ring, positioned just behind the head. From this second ring descended a third.

Vivianne handed Lucretia one of the lengths of chain, which she now understood to be leashes. “This is Joseph,” she indicated the first slave. “What you need to do is kneel down, kiss the end of his c**k then connect the leash to the ring that hangs down. Can you do that?” Joseph’s s*x swelled to life, a blush washing over him.

Lucy felt her blood start to simmer. Refusing would have gotten her nothing but more punishment – likely one concocted by this petite witch of a woman. She took the leash from Vivianne, smiled her own sweet, sarcastic smile and knelt down. “Of course, I can, ma’am.” Lucretia took a breath and kissed the c**k head that bobbed in front of her then quickly snapped the clasp of the leash into place. She handed Vivianne the other end of the leash and moved on her knees to the next in line. Down the row they went, each man being introduced. Next was David, then William and, finally, James.

When each man was appropriately leashed, Lucretia stood back up, “Anything else, ma’am?”

Vivianne handed Lucretia the entire lot of chains, “Yes, darling. Lead them into the parlor for me. They have no choice but to follow you or have their manhoods ripped off.”

Lucy handed the chains back to Vivianne, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do that.”

The Mistresses eyebrows shot up as if she’d been nothing short of slapped in the face. “But you will, won’t she, Beauregard?”

Master Addams sat back in his chair watching the struggle between these two strong women, grinning ear to ear all the while. “Yes, do as she says, Lucretia, unless you want to be served a bottle of my favorite tonic.”

“You see! You will do it,” Vivianne said triumphantly.

Lucretia feared her own rage and what she’d do if she let it out. She had to control herself. This was walking on the edge. They wanted her to break, to scream, to rebel, to fall to the floor in some sort of crying fit but she would not do it. Lifting her head even more, Lucretia took back the four leashes. “Alright then,” she said, “if that is what he wants, I will do it.” She looked down at the men at her feet, at their darkening and stiff rods, and gave them a tug, “Follow me.” Lucretia held herself with all the grace and charm she could muster. Those two were not going to win this battle. They would not get the temper tantrum they wanted. As she and the four men left the room, Lucretia risked a glance over shoulder. She smiled at Master Addams then turned away, reveling in the shocked looked on his face.

Into the parlor she went, the slaves doing their best to keep up with her as they remained on their knees. Lucretia had no idea what to do with them now, but knew she would have to make it look good. After a moment’s thought, she had them kneel in a circle, facing each other, just far enough apart for their leashes to be stretched taut when placed in the mouth of the man who knelt opposite. She knew the others were entering the room but paid them no mind. “Put your hands behind your necks,” she instructed, remembering this was some sort of formal position she’d seen them take before. Lucretia was amazed at how full their c***s had become and turned away, looking at Mistress Vivianne and Master Beauregard who stood in the doorway. “Does this please you both?” she asked.

The Mistress entered the room further, nodding with approval. “Very clever,” she admitted. “I like it.”

“And you, sir?” Lucretia asked.

“I like it, too.” His jaw worked and his lips pursed, looking at the four men. “But, I would like it more if, instead of c**k rings, it were you and three of my girls with n****e clamps on.”

Vivianne squealed and clapped her hands like a child who had just been given the most wonderful gift in the world. “Oh! Let’s do it, Beauregard! It would be so wicked! Oh, and let’s paddle their bare bottoms while they do it!”

So that is exactly what was done. Susan, Mary, and Cassandra were called in and the parlor doors were shut. From what Lucretia had thought was a sideboard, the Master procured a small wooden box. Within this box were four sets of clamps, their ends like tiny tweezers with a metal ring that could be slid up the shaft, tightening them to any size n****e. Each set of clamps was linked together by a short length of chain.

“Cassy, you first.” Cassy eagerly knelt down and put her hands behind her head, jutting her amble bosom out for him. Master Addams tightened the clamps until Cassandra winced then tightened them a little more. He gave them a tug just to make sure they were securely in place. “Susan, you’re next.” Mary was third and finally came Lucretia’s turn.

She knelt and did as she had seen the others do. Had she begged him and asked for mercy, he may have given it, but Lucretia did not know the pain that awaited her. She had never worn n****e clamps and could only guess at the sensation. The others knelt with expressions of quiet resolve on their faces. Cassandra seemed to actually be enjoying the whole thing. No, Lucretia would not beg for anything. She would endure it no matter what.

The tiny bars were placed on either side of her small n*****s and the metal ring slid up, tightening the clamp until it stayed in place and then even more until he heard the sharp intake of her breath. It was not so bad at first; but it soon began to burn.

From another drawer of the sideboard, Beauregard took four lengths of chain and did something similar to what Lucretia had done minutes earlier to the men. A short length of chain connected the clamps between Lucy’s n*****s. It was to the middle of this smaller chain that the doctor connected one of the chains he had just taken from the drawer. The opposite end, he placed in Susan’s mouth. Lucy winced again at the tug she felt on her breasts. Beau repeated the process until each kneeling girl had her n****e-clamps connected to a piece of one chain, while the end of her sister-slave’s chain was gripped in her mouth. It went without saying that should anyone release the chain from between her teeth, the punishment would be severe.

Vivianne was already getting out the leather paddles. “They look so yummy!” she said before walking over to the circle of men. “I know you don’t like to play with my boys, darling, so I’ll give them each two whacks, one from you and one from me, if I can do at least one on each of yours.”

“Fair enough,” Beau went to Cassandra first and let the paddle fly. She jerked back her head which pulled on Mary’s clamp chain, making Mary let out a sharp cry between her clenched teeth. “This works very nicely. Thank you for the idea, Lucy.”

He walked to Susan who held the chain that connected to Lucretia’s clamps. “Ready?” The Master looked Lucretia in the eye.

She wasn’t ready at all for the pain that seared like lightening down her breasts and even into her sides. For a moment, she couldn’t even breathe. She saw his smile as he moved next to Susan. Cassandra’s reaction was not one of pain but one of exquisite pleasure. She inhaled slowly, as if sucking it into herself and savoring it like a fine wine.

Lucretia was last. How much could such a thing hurt? She’d been paddled before by her own father when she was a child. Surely this could be no worse than that. Lucretia’s fingers gripped each other as she tensed.

Smack!

When her bottom clenched to absorb the pain, her head snapped back and her torso with it, tugging hard on the clamps both she and Susan wore. Everything inside Lucretia’s body seemed to want to curl up into a ball. Already, he was walking away. She puffed out deep gulps of air, steadying herself.

“You’re up.” Beauregard stepped aside as Vivianne moved into position. He crossed his arms, stood back and watched.

The pain that shot through Lucretia’s n*****s was mind-numbing. It was all she could think about. No matter how hard she tried to truly take a deep, relaxing breath, she couldn’t. It hurt to move in the slightest bit. She sank her fingers into her own hair.

Smack! The paddle hit Cassandra again; and, again, she purred.

Smack! Susan jerked back and Lucy growled through the pain.

Smack! Mary emitted a high-pitched whine but held her stance.

“The best for last,” Vivianne whispered.

Smack! She was struck twice as hard as the Master had. More shock waves rolled down her body. Lucretia could feel herself growing light-headed. She clung to consciousness, not wanting them to see her weakness. She closed her eyes, taking more deep breaths.

Someone stood behind her, and she leaned back. The clamps did not pull as much as she thought they should. “Oh, how precious she is like this, Beauregard. Let me give her another hit.” Lucretia was leaning against Vivianne.

“Take them off, Vi. She’s had enough.”

“Oh, but look at her,” Vivianne’s hand combed through Lucy’s hair then, in the next moment, reached down and tugged on one of the clamps. Lucretia was on the verge of screaming. “Look at her sweet, virgin face all desperate and pleading.”

“Vi, take them off!”

“It will hurt her more when I do, darling. Are you sure you want that?” The other clamp was given two quick tugs. Everything went out of focus for Lucretia and her ears rang.

Suddenly, he was there. She knew his smell. She knew the feel of his hands. Vivianne was nudged away. “She’s right, Lucy. It will hurt more when I take them off.” His lips touched her ear. No one else could have heard him now, “Lean back against me.” The first clamp came off and Lucretia crumbled forward under the pain.

Beauregard held one arm around her waist, not letting her fall all the way to the floor. The second was blinding and she screamed. There was a flash of white, hot pain and then nothing. When she came to only seconds had passed, but she was lying on the floor, clutching her arms to cover herself.

“Someone bring me that duvet cover,” his voice was somewhere in the fog.

“Oh, Beauregard, you’re being such a dramatist.”

A blanket was gently draped over Lucretia’s body as she began to shiver from the cold that crept into her.

“Cassy wants to c*m. Is she allowed?” Vivianne’s voice.

“Yes, she’s allowed.” As Beau cradled her into his arms and lifted her from the floor, Lucy heard her sister’s growing excitement and knew the howl of pleasure when it came to her ears. “I’m taking Lucy to her room. Mary, come with us.”

All the way up, Lucretia clung to his neck. Her face was buried against his shoulder. He smelled so rich and sweet, like being in a safe hiding place. Nothing could hurt her while she was pressed this closely to him. Nothing. When he lay her down, she didn’t want to let go and clung just a little harder until he pulled her arms away and placed them across her belly.

There were his eyes again, she thought, unable to speak. “I love you,” she wanted to say. “I’m yours,” entered her mind, but all she could do was cry her painful tears. If he had been standing closer, she would have reached out, touched him, taken his hand, touched it to her lips that felt so cold and held it so he couldn’t walk away. Had they been alone maybe she could have said something, anything. My God, how much she wanted him to love her. It was then that Lucretia realized the pain of what love was. It was ten times stronger than anything he could have done to her with a paddle or flogger or clamps. And all of those, she would have happily endured for him, her Master.