The Virgin of Greenbrier: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book One

Chapter Eleven-1

Chapter Eleven

Shortly past noon he unlocked the door to Lucretia’s room. She lay on the bed, her face partially buried in one of the pillows. Her eyes were red rimmed, as if she had fallen asleep crying. They opened now and she turned her head away. He went to the vanity and removed the plain wooden box within. From his vest pocket, he took a small key. From a bottom drawer of the wardrobe Beauregard withdrew a bottle of pale, yellow oil. When he turned around, Lucretia was looking at him through the tumble of her unbrushed hair.

“Have a nice nap?” he asked. Oil in hand, he sat on the edge of the bed. She did not speak, only blinked.

Dr. Addams proceeded with caution. Something was wrong. He held up the strange object. “Do you know what this is?” No response but for the flickering of her eyes. “It’s for your bottom.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “It goes up your ass, my dear, and it will stay there until I remove it.”

She moved, but only to turn her head away from him again.

He weighed her silence with serious consideration. “It will give me pleasure to know it is there and in time it will you, too.” He ran his hand over her bare bottom. It clenched briefly. “Every girl here wears one. So shall you.” He liked how her bare skin felt under his control. “As with everything, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either way this plug will be going up your ass. Which shall it be this time?”

Her head turned to face him again. There was a strange feral quality to her eyes and it bothered him even more than her not speaking to him.

“What do you want me to do, Master?” Her voice was barely audible.

As much as this pleased him, her response made him twinge with hesitation. Still, he moved on, not sure what to expect from her. Would she really submit so easily this time? Instead of asking questions, he gave her instruction. “Keep your shoulders down on the bed and lift your bottom by rising up on your knees.” Lucy obeyed every order. He had only to spread her knees about shoulder width apart. Once she was in place, Dr. Addams opened the bottle and smeared a generous amount of its contents onto and in the rim of her anus. He enjoyed the way it twitched as he worked. Next, he rubbed the oil up and down the entire length of the plug. “Relax your bottom, little one.”

A fraction at a time he inserted the plug. Her face burrowed into the pillow. Her fingers clawed and released the quilt. He could hear the soft sounds of her crying, but it was the high-pitched whimpers she emitted every few seconds that aroused him the most. Lucretia was in submissive agony, having never been invaded like this before. With one final thrust and a sharp cry from his slave, the plug went in to the hilt and the flower of her anus clamped around it. Dr. Addams turned the ring-like handle straight up and down before withdrawing his hands from her completely.

“Not so bad, is it? You will wear this only until dinner time if you behave properly the rest of the day.” He rolled her to her back, brushing her hair away from her tear-stained eyes. She was being unnaturally quiet. What had happened in the couple hours she had been alone in this room?

“Talk to me, my slave.”

Lucretia twisted to turn away from him, but his firm hand on her shoulder prevented it. She would not even look at him, let alone speak. “Maybe she needs her first hysteria treatment. Shall we try that?” No reaction of any kind. Her eyes looked at the canopy. It was as if he were not here at all. He’d seen many cases over the years not unlike this at all. Hysterical fits were not always violent, screaming affairs. Lucy’s father had told the doctor that she was prone to long bouts of unresponsive silence. She would refuse to eat and on more than one occasion, they had barely been able to get her to drink. Dr. Addams knew the longer he let her remain unresponsive, the more difficult it would be to bring her out of it.

He lifted his patient’s arms over her head towards opposing bedposts, flipped back the bedding and pulled out a set of wrist restraints. The thick, leather belts were drawn tight. He did the same at the foot of the bed, spreading her ankles wide then locking them into place with straps procured from an asylum. Lucretia soon lay spread-eagle on the bed before him.

Beauregard gazed down at her emotionless face. A tear would slide every so often from one eye or the other. They were silent tears, but their silence made them all the more painful to witness. “I promise you will feel much better very soon.”

Over her generous breasts his hands traveled, kneading each with a surgeon’s expert precision. In the clinic, he would not have taken such liberties, but this was his property to do with as he wished. Down her belly he touched and caressed and, within several minutes, recognized the first signs of Lucy’s arousal. She was not the void she appeared to be. She, and others like her, simply shut down as best they could to cope with whatever was troubling them. The pulse at her throat pounded rapidly. Her breathing had increased to a soft pant. There was no doubt she knew and felt all he did to her. Dr. Addams’ fingers fluttered over the bud of her s*x before returning to stroke her breasts and n*****s. Her lips parted. Down between her legs a second time, the doctor spread her labia to more fully expose her. Lucretia’s eyes sank shut and the tears stopped.

He would have liked to have taken her into his mouth but decided against it for now. Even more, he would have enjoyed robbing her of the virginity that had for so long been guarded, but that was not part of the contract with her father and he was not at liberty to take it. Instead, Dr. Addams manipulated Lucretia’s sensitive c**t and dampened his fingers in her own warm nectar.

“It feels very good, doesn’t it, little one? That warm tingle of life inside you is but a spark of what is to come. Each stroke will bring you closer to me and more into my control, more my slave.”

She started to respond with the vaguest movements of her hips and the steady moans of pleasure from her throat. While one hand roused her bud, the other found and pinched her n****e. Not a painful pinch, but enough to make her body spasm. Her private parts clenched. “Very soon you will lose complete control and your body will do what I want it to do.” Her cheeks glowed red and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He could do anything to her now. She would respond and obey him like never before. He tugged on the little ring that protruded from her anus and Lucy pleased him with a groan. When his hands pulled from her, she squirmed, searching for his touch again. Now he concentrated on bringing her to climax. He had no way of knowing if she’d ever had one before but believed if she was at all the normal, healthy woman he thought she was, she did know what it felt like, in some solitary moment. Even if she did know, there was little doubt she’d never experienced one at the hands of another with no control to stop or encourage the pleasure. Nimble fingers rubbed her harder, pressing the c**t that swelled. Her breath had transformed into frantic, almost silent, panting.

Lucretia’s body suddenly jerked. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her back arched, her limbs strained against the chains that held her open. A loud cry suddenly filled the room. Her eyes were clamped shut and for a moment her breathing ceased. When her hips slammed back to the bed, her breaths came in quick gulps and Dr. Addams’ hands trailed over the even more sensitive parts of her womanhood. Lucy writhed, in one moment trying to escape his touch, in the next arching up for it. He kissed her. She was quiet and spent but still replied, kissing him back in her weakened, peaceful state. Tenderly, he removed the wrist and ankle restraints but left the butt plug in place. From the foot of the bed, he unfolded the extra quilt and spread it over her nakedness.

By the time her eyes opened, he was standing by the side of the bed. She focused on his face and smiled. Whatever had been troubling her before had vanished from her now. She glowed.

“You’re welcome.” Dr. Addams smiled back at her, reading in her eyes what she could not seem to say. “Good things do happen here. The next time you want to feel that, you will have to ask me for it.”

Her gaze fluttered away and to the window. “What happens out there?” she asked in a wisp of her former voice.

“It’s the Courtyard. You’ll find out what happens there later.” She looked back at him. “I will give you ten minutes to collect yourself. I have some people I wish you to meet. I’ll be in the front parlor, at the bottom of the stairs, first door to the left. Don’t be late.” He brushed her cheek with the knuckles of his hand and withdrew from the room with a sense of satisfaction and control.

She didn’t want to move. She knew this feeling would go away if she did. Everything was warm and sleepy. But maybe, she mused, if she did as he said, he’d make her feel this way again. Now she understood the smile on the woman’s face that first day they had arrived. This was what she’d felt like; this release, this total calm. If only it could last forever. The plug he’s put inside her ached. Shifting did not make it any more comfortable. Lucretia considered removing it but maybe it was part of the bliss she now felt. Perhaps the bliss would last just a little while longer if that thing stayed inside her.

Lucretia forced herself from the bed. The treatment had made her so warm all over that she never shivered once on her way down the hall and stairs. Others were in the parlor. White slaves like her, sat at the feet of the men who appeared to be their owners. Black slaves served a light after church tea.

Cassandra knelt by Master Addams, who spoke quietly to gentleman Lucretia did not know. All these people startled her as she stood in the doorway, fearful to enter. Cassandra looked up then whispered to the doctor who instantly turned and rose, crossing the room to meet Lucretia.

“Ah, here is our virgin flower.” He took her by the hand, leading her to his chair and indicating she should sit as Cassy was only on his opposite side. “Gentleman, this is Lucretia. Lucy meet The Society, of which you are now a member.” Lucy tried to smile but her state of bewilderment and undress prevented her doing anything but looking down. “Say hello, Lucy.”

“Hello,” she said under her breath, wanting more than anything to crawl under the nearest table.

“We were just discussing the Halloween party, Lucy.” Dr. Addams told her. “You must like Halloween,” he added. “Your father mentioned you had an interest in Spiritualism.”

She didn’t know what to say. It had been her grandmother who had sparked Lucretia’s interests, much to her father’s discontent. He had scoffed at his mother’s beliefs and further degraded the practice when Lucy had shown interest. “I’ve only studied it a little,” she finally said to the group and was grateful that, for now, none tested her knowledge.

“A pity,” Beauregard said with a smirk. “I would have liked a demonstration.”

“Do you think Lucy will be ready for such a party, Master?” Cassandra asked.

“Of course, she will be. We have two weeks.” He dismissed Cassandra’s question with a look of warning.

Cassandra continued, “But, Master, last year’s party became quite, well sir, not what Lucy is used to at all.”

Dr. Addams looked down at his black slave, “And I am sure she will be fine.”

“I mean no disrespect, Master Beau, but…”

The room had gone quiet save for the two of them. “If that is the case then keep your remarks to yourself.”

“I simply do not think...”

“You are not here to think, Cassandra,” his annoyance was clear. “If I say she will be there, she will be there.”

“Yes, Master, but…”