The Virgin of Greenbrier: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book One

Chapter Eleven-2

His hand suddenly sliced through the air, striking Cassandra across the right breast in a hard, resounding slap. Lucretia shrank away from him. “She will be there. Furthermore, you do know your place in regards to Lucy, don’t you? She may be new here and new to this house, but she is a white slave and a white slave is always above a black one, even you.” Lucy could not help but stare at him. The expression on his face flickered so quickly she doubted anyone else saw it. He was angry, furious, but then a shadow cast over his eyes, so briefly she wasn’t even sure of it herself. Almost the look one gave a puppy one was scolding.

“Yes, Master.”

His hand rose and touched Cassandra’s cheek again, only this time with the greatest tenderness until he spoke, “You do know you will be punished now.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Please, sir, don’t punish her,” Lucretia suddenly burst out, latching onto his free hand. “She meant no harm.”

“Oh, but she will be and you will watch.” Wickedness danced in his eyes. “I realize you do not quite understand the rules around here, Lucy, but Cassandra has broken a very serious one. She will be punished or maybe, you would like to take the punishment for her?”

Lucretia was horror struck and let go of his hand just as Cassandra looked up, equally as afraid. Cassandra shook her head but did not speak, indicating that Lucy should be quiet. Lucretia knelt back as before, afraid to do anything more. “No, sir.” She bit her bottom lip and looked at the floor just as Cassandra now did.

His hand trailed down between Cassy’s bare breasts and shaved womanhood. “You are long overdue for a tonic, I think.” One of the men in the room chuckled. “Tell Lucy what that is, Cassy.”

It was the first time Lucretia had ever seen Cassandra tremble. “It’s an enema, Miss, of vinegar, water, and ginger.”

Lucy’s eyes grew wide. She remembered only once, as a small girl, being given such a thing by her maternal grandmother when they had traveled to see her in the North. She had been disobedient to her grandfather, taken apples he had meant to sell, and he had spanked her right then and there in the barn beside the baskets of apples then sent her to the house to confess her crime to her grandmother. As a little girl of eight or nine, Lucretia did not think her sin had warranted such a severe punishment and truly felt her grandmother would say the spanking was enough for the child. Grandmother Borgia would never have spanked her, let alone do what this wicked woman had done. Lucretia remembered it all, the humiliation of being taken to the pump house and made to bend over the stool while her grandmother filled her with the icy cold water from the well. Her stomach was in cramps for hours and she’d thrown up twice. She never spoke to her grandparents the rest of the day and was only polite to them because she was told to be. She hated them after that and never wanted to see them again.

“It’s been over three months and as I recall, I let you take it in private. Elizabeth, go get the tub and bring everything in here.” All the time he spoke, his hand ran tenderly through Lucretia’s hair while the fingertips of the other pinched one of Cassy’s n*****s.

Lucretia reached up and touched his sleeve. “Please?” she whispered. “Please don’t.”

His hand was warm and soft and cupped her cheek as he smiled. “I know, littlest one, this is hard for you to understand, but we have rules here.” He had no idea how hard this was for Lucretia to witness, none at all. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and murmured in her ear so no others heard. “Some actually enjoy the sensation. We’ll find out soon enough if you do.” When he pulled away his smile was even greater and more wicked. “Now, unless you want to take her place, I suggest you sit quietly and keep your eyes on what is about to happen. If I see you looking away, for even a moment, you’ll be next, I assure you.”

How could she just sit here beside him and permit this to continue? She was afraid she would be ill if she had to watch. Cassandra seemed perfectly resigned to the fate that was only minutes away. She never looked up when the slave returned with the metal basin. Inside were towels, a coil of tubing just like the one Lucretia remembered from her childhood, and the leather pouch. The tonic was in a good-sized glass bottle, apparently pre-mixed and touched with the faint amber color of the vinegar and ginger it contained.

Cassandra was placed on her back in the middle of the floor with one of the towels beneath her. Another member of The Society stepped forward and took hold of Cassandra’s arms, pulling them over her head. A second and third member moved in on either side of her, grabbed a leg and bent it back at the knee, holding her not only wide open but firmly in place on the floor.

Lucretia did not want to witness this, but had no recourse. She could not have endured this herself. Dr. Addams uncoiled the soft tubing. After first making sure the clamp was tightly shut on the upper part of the tube, Elizabeth poured the entire contents of the bottle into the leather bag. Then she stood, bag held high, and waited for the doctor to give the order for the clamp to be opened.

Dr. Addams drew out Cassandra’s butt plug, and Lucretia was aghast at the size of it, three times as big as the one she wore now. Slowly, he replaced the plug with the smooth, metal nozzle at the end of the tubing. Lucretia could see Cassandra’s muscles tense and heard the faintest of whimpers. The men that held her limbs continued to keep her as immobile as possible.

“Who is your Master?” Dr. Addams asked.

“You are, sir.”

“And who decides everything in this house?”

“You do, sir.”

“When I say Lucy comes to the party, she comes to the party. When I order anything, it will be so. Is that clear to you, slave?”

“Yes, sir.” Tears pooled then trickled from Cassandra’s dark, brown eyes.

The doctor nodded to Elizabeth who freed the tonic from its pouch. Cassandra shut her eyes, pressing her lips hard together. It only took a few minutes for the bag to be emptied. The slave’s limbs tugged helplessly against the strength of the hands that held them. Dr. Addams ordered Cassandra to hold everything in as he eased the nozzle free of her opening. Just as soon as it was out, he replaced the butt plug and had her released. Cassandra wiped her tears and rolled to her side.

“Hands and knees and stay like that,” he ordered, “until I tell you to do otherwise.”

Lucretia could not take her eyes off the suffering woman. Cassandra did not look as if she was enjoying this in the least. Elizabeth scurried from the room to put away the instruments of the punishment as the doctor returned to his seat. Lucy almost gagged at the sight of his smile.

His hand returned to pet her hair. It was all she could do not to cringe away. “Do you want to be next, little one?”

“No, sir.” Lucretia murmured in disgust and fear. Cassandra held perfectly still, but Lucy could see the tears that dropped to the carpet. How long would she be made to remain like that?

His fingers spread and twined into Lucretia’s hair. Very gently he pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. “But you would be if I said so.”

Lucy swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes, Master.”

He glowed. “Kiss me as I’ve taught you.”

Too afraid to do anything else, Lucretia stretched up, parted her lips and did as she was told. The room around them dissolved. The kiss deepened and all that existed were those lips that tasted each other. His fingers tugged at one of her n*****s and Lucretia moaned. Then she was looking into his eyes and it was over. The room was back as were all the others in it. Lucretia knew she blushed. He let her kneel back as she had been, stroking her ebony hair lazily. They began to discuss the up-coming party and politics and the success of this year’s harvest, paying no attention to Cassandra at all for the longest time.

Cassandra’s arms were shaking and the muscles of her buttocks clenched slightly.

Lucy looked up at Dr. Addams. “Please, sir. Please, let her go.”

He didn’t look at Lucretia, keeping his attention on Cassandra’s faint struggles. “Not yet. She can handle a few more minutes. Can’t you, Cass?”

Cassandra, whose head had drooped down a little, now lifted it up. “Yes, Master.”

“You see, little one, she’s fine,” he said, going back to his conversation with the man beside him.

But Lucy could see that Cassandra was not fine. Everything about the way she held herself screamed agony to Lucretia. She had never much cared for the plight of a common slave before but this was different. Lucretia touched the toe of the doctor’s boot and frowned. Did you dare ask him again? She had to; she couldn’t sit here and watch any longer. Her hand went up to his knee gingerly. His eyes met the pleading gaze she gave him.

“Please, sir. Please let her go now.” Lucretia had never begged anyone for anything quite like this before. “For me.”

His eyes softened and the hand that stroked her hair paused. “For you?”

“Please, Master?” She squeezed his knee.

With only a nod in response, Dr. Addams rose and crossed the room to where Cassandra still knelt. He rubbed a hand over her dark, round bottom. “Lucy has pleaded for your punishment to end. What do you say?”

“Only if it pleases you, Master.”

He squatted down beside her, still moving his hand over her bare butt. He suddenly drew it back and gave her five hard strikes to each side. “You are in luck, it does please me. Crawl out of here on your hands and knees and take care of yourself. I expect you back here in no more than thirty minutes.”

Cassandra let a sob escape her. “Thank you, Master.” She scurried as fast as she could and as soon as she was out of sight, they all heard the sound of her bare feet running down the hall then the slam of the door as Cassy ran to the outhouse. The men around Lucretia laughed. The room reeked of cruelty and sadism and Lucretia felt herself grow pale. She was going to be sick. Her stomach turned. The coppery taste of bile rose to the back of her throat. Lucretia clamped both hands over her mouth just as another slave grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. She was rushed from the room. They made it half way across the entry hall before Lucretia couldn’t hold it back any longer. She crumbled to her knees and gagged violently. She hated this place. She absolutely hated it.