Chapter 07
IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly awakes to a world without Sebastian or Jennifer. An email sends Lilly back to the Tallenger estate. Lilly is startled by the payment terms in the contract she signed and is desperate for a renegotiation. Lilly begs Rebecca to touch her special place. Rebecca introduces Lilly to Hanna and is aroused by Mistress Tallenger's total domination of the younger girl.
Sleep had not come easily. Lilly spent most of the night crying over what had happened with Sebastian. Worse, she had no one to blame but herself. He was a good man who had believed in her, loaning her money to help get her business off the ground. Supportive even when she felt like the world was crashing down around her, Sebastian had offered a shoulder to lean on.
He was also an extraordinary lover who always placed her pleasure first. His relationship with Jennifer was a special one and Lilly thought he was a terrific father. While she knew he wasn't going to be the man she married, Sebastian had shown her qualities she'd not seen before in a potential suitor and Lilly anticipated their relationship lasting longer than the year it had before she destroyed it.
She hadn't meant to become sexually involved with his daughter, but it had happened and when that relationship got going, Lilly did nothing to stop it. She and Jennifer were extremely careful about any display of real intimacy when they were around Sebastian and Lilly never really considered that they might get caught.
Like many young women who are close friends, they hugged and sometimes held hands, with maybe an occasional kiss on the cheek. But their lovemaking generally happened when he was spending time with his wife, Tina. Which was why Jennifer had shown up at her door last night.
Neither of them thought Sebastian would come by Lilly's apartment unannounced. When he was with Tina, he was generally not available for at least 24 hours, sometimes longer. Lilly knew of his ongoing sexual relationship with Jennifer's mother and had no problem with it. Tina was beautiful and Sebastian was still attracted to her. She had learned long ago that jealousy had no place when it came to physical pleasure.
She had never given Seb a key to her apartment, just as he had never given her a key to his place; they respected each other's privacy; neither tried to exert control over the other. They lived separate lives that were made better when they spent time together. They gave each other space.
Control.
At that moment, the illicit images from last night came flooding back: The examination of her naked body and subsequent fondling by her employer, being commanded to stand still in front of the guests while Rebecca fingered fucked her and, finally, being compelled to work with her breasts exposed. The last act; Hanna being held captive atop the billiards table as she was forcibly disrobed and penetrated with a pool cue had been the culminating event, and Lilly realized every incident involved Rebecca exerting control over someone else.
Helplessness, exposure and supplication; they were all words Lilly understood deeply. She had embraced them wholeheartedly while spending time with the Vatspalts. Lilly moaned when she realized how aroused she had been the entire night.
Had she not been so turned on while working for Rebecca, Lilly wouldn't have convinced Jennifer to tie her to the table. And had that not happened, all Seb would have discovered was them sleeping in Lilly's bed. Even if they had both been nude, it was unlikely he would have suspected anything.
She and Jennifer usually showered together at his place following their waxing appointments. Jennifer was comfortable being naked in front of her father and had once told Lilly, "He's my dad. He could care less." And after watching Sebastian when Jennifer was naked around him, she came to the same conclusion. He seemed completely disinterested. Lilly also noticed the practice of mutual nudity didn't go both ways. Sebastian always had something on, even if it was just a pair of briefs, when he was around his daughter.
After showering, the girls would pile into Jennifer's single bed and Seb would tuck them in, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek and Lilly a polite peck on the lips. The narrow mattress forced their naked bodies to spoon beneath the covers. Seb always left the door to Jennifer's room open and they never fooled around.
He didn't know this, but what kept them from playing with each other was that their freshly waxed girl-parts were tender. Touching each other down there wasn't pleasant. Regardless, he never questioned them about sharing a bed. Lilly had even napped with them on his large king-sized bed several times. Although in those instances, Lilly was always placed between them and even if the girls were nude, Sebastian wore sleeping shorts or underwear. He never tried fooling around with Lilly when Jennifer was in bed with them.
One afternoon while sandwiched between them, as Jennifer slept, Lilly slid her hand into Sebastian's shorts. He tugged her hand away but she persisted and tried again. Gripping his soft cock and gently squeezing, Lilly blew a hot breath on the back of his neck as she ran her thumb around the head. "Just be quiet, baby. Let me take care of you," she whispered close to his ear. He was hard in only a few seconds.
Slowly stroking his rapier for some time, she fiddled with the tip; rolling and lightly pinching it until he came. Aside from feeling him tense as he released his man-milk, he lay completely still and didn't make a sound. A few moments later, while Lilly licked her fingers clean, he quietly crept to the bathroom, changed his shorts and came back to bed. Later that evening he asked that she not do that when Jennifer was in bed with them. He didn't look happy and Lilly apologized.
While Lilly generally considered herself to be straight (and enjoyed making love with men), she also craved having sex with women. Jennifer, it turned out, was like-minded in that regard.
Lilly didn't know this about Sebastian's daughter at first. Likewise, Jennifer wasn't aware of Lilly's interest in women. They shared Sebastian as girlfriend and daughter and quickly became friends. Lilly realized this closeness may have been connected to their similar ages. At 24, Lilly still remembered what 18 was like and they shared many common interests.
Sebastian had been nervous about introducing Lilly to Jennifer for fear that his daughter would not appreciate him dating a much younger woman. But Jennifer was mature for her age and had met many of her father's love interests over the years. Perhaps Jennifer sensed something about Lilly that drew her closer.
As she lay in bed in her apartment, Lilly wondered if some girls gave off a kind of invisible aura that attracted them to each other. If not an actual spectrum, then tiny signs that they both were attuned to. Signs that Sebastian either didn't see or ignored.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. She had never seen the man so upset and it was easy to understand why he felt betrayed. And while Jennifer was an adult, she relied on her parents for everything. Splitting her time living between her father's place and her mother's, Jennifer wasn't financially secure. She was also obedient and respectful of her mom and dad. She was a good girl who was never going to stand up to Sebastian and simply refuse to leave when he caught them. Sighing, Lilly realized it was of no consequence. She doubted she would ever see him or Jennifer again.
Then she thought about the money she owed him. Although nowhere near as wealthy as Rebecca Tallenger, Sebastian probably had enough money that he could easily walk away from the $25,000 Lilly owed him. But that didn't matter. She wasn't a freeloader and was determined to pay him back.
But the payment plan to Sebastian was nothing compared to what she owed on the other small business and student loans. With Seb it was an automatic electronic transfer of $1,000 a month. Combined with the others, it came to nearly $5,000 a month and currently her bank account wasn't even halfway there. She groaned, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow. More tears came and her stomach tightened. She had every intention of getting out from beneath it all financially but couldn't see how to do it quickly.
It was then that Lilly thought about the $15,000 she would earn from the party at Mistress Tallenger's estate. She couldn't give it all to Sebastian. But, perhaps, if she gave him the minimum it would be enough to show her good faith in repaying the debt. It was also possible such a gesture would reopen communication between them. But how would that go? If he would take her, Lilly would run back into his arms. On the other hand, where would that leave her relationship with Jennifer? No matter how she turned it around, there didn't seem to be any way to fix it.
"Well, I won't know until I do something," she said as she rolled out of bed. The room was cool on her bare skin and her nipples pricked. Even the wood floor felt cold, but she didn't see her socks anywhere. Then she spied the four ropes laying around the dining table legs, quickly scooped them up and tossed them under the sink. They made her sick to her stomach as last night came flooding back. She was standing by the door and imagined Sebastian's view when he entered.
Lilly saw herself tied to the table, her legs splayed. Jennifer was riding her face backward while plunging the marble pestle between Lilly's straining feminine folds. Claire stirred and Lilly whimpered. Thinking about it was a turn-on despite what had happened. Her hand slid to her special place as she looked at the pestle. Hefting it off the floor, its surface was caked with a thin layer of her dried feminine extract.
Lilly shivered and placed it in the sink before running hot water over it. Putting a pot of coffee on, she sat down at the desk and woke up the computer. She wanted to read the payment terms of her contract with Rebecca Tallenger. She never made it that far. Waiting at the top of her inbox was a new message from Rebecca. Clicking it open, she read:
"Lilly, thank you again for the wonderful service last night. All of my guests enjoyed the food and the viewing of your body. While I find pubic hair detestable on my pets, your pussy was nonetheless acceptable."
Lilly slapped her hand on the desk. "Pet! Acceptable! Fuck you, bitch!" Claire drooled a warm dollop of feminine syrup over her butthole and then onto the chair. She quivered, dug a finger beneath the hood of her clit and rolled the little bud against her pubic bone. Why was she so aroused by Rebecca's words?
The note continued: "I noticed you left your knives in the kitchen. They look expensive and I'm sure you want them back."
Expensive was right. They had set her parents back nearly $3,000 and were a vital tool of her trade. They were too expensive to simply walk away from.
"You will retrieve them today, arriving promptly at 2:30 this afternoon."
Rebecca's air of superiority rang through long after Lilly's work for the client had concluded. "This woman thinks she controls everything," Lilly said to the empty room. Then her tummy fluttered and she hiccuped. Looking between her thighs, her finger was shiny and Claire's billows glistened, the lips of her sex parted like a tiny pink flower. Pulling her hand away, she closed her legs and kept reading.
"You are to wear a skirt cut no less than 6-inches above the knees and a blouse with buttons down the front. You will not wear a bra or panties and you will shave that hairy cunt of yours prior to your arrival. You will submit to my inspection.-Mistress Tallenger."
The tone of the email was incredulous. Flipping her middle finger at the screen, Lilly muttered, "Everything that happened last night was because of you. You can go fuck yourself, lady."
Standing, she stretched and turned in a circle. The smallness of the apartment was suddenly depressing. She took a step back toward the bed and saw something beneath it. New tears brimmed as she plucked Jennifer's panties from the floor. Pressing them to her face, she inhaled.
"God damnit. I really fucked that up." Pulling the panties on, she imagined Jennifer's pussy smooshed against the mesh. It was probably as close as she would ever get to the girl again. Crawling back beneath the covers, she cried some more while masturbating to thoughts of having sex with Seb and Jennifer at the same time. She finally fell asleep, her cheeks damp and with her fingers stuffed inside her special place.
Arriving at the estate at 2:45, Lilly turned off the van and it sputtered heavily before finally gasping and going still. Rebecca Tallenger was riding across the grass on a giant honey-colored stallion. She was dressed in knee-length black leather boots, tight mocha-colored suede riding slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt that clung to her figure. It was obvious she was braless as her breasts bounced freely and her sharp nipples stood erect. Lilly once again admired the woman's firm, round bottom as Rebecca dismounted and gave the reins and her velvet domed helmet to a waiting stable hand. She twirled a braided leather riding crop around her fingers as she approached.
"You've come for your knives," she said. "You're late." Rebecca looked her over and frowned. A shot of nervous adrenaline filled Lilly's tummy. Aside from being late (she had overslept), she had not followed Rebecca's instructions on what to wear.
To spite the woman, Lilly had dug deep in her dresser to find clothes she hadn't worn since high school. The bulky, loose-fitting, high-waisted "mom" jeans and a sweatshirt could not have been less flattering. She sure as hell had not shaved her pubic hair. In fact, she hadn't even showered before leaving her apartment. She had no makeup on and hadn't even bothered to slather deodorant in her armpits. She was still wearing Jennifer's panties and had also worn a bra. She had intentionally been defiant and felt good about it as she left her apartment. She just hadn't anticipated Rebecca's glower and the overwhelming docility she felt. The woman's dominant nature was like nothing Lilly had experienced before.
Her special place stirred.
Gathering her nerves, Lilly followed Rebecca through the huge front doors, down the broad hall and into the salon. A massive wood bar ran across the length of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stools stood in front to face the view.
The wood paneling and dark wallpaper made the room feel small and secluded despite its large proportions. The windows were open and a light breeze coming up from the lake blew the long, white curtains lazily. The pool table sat in the center of the room.
She watched quietly as Rebecca placed the riding crop on the bar and mixed two drinks. "I see you didn't obey my instructions." She walked back to where Lilly was standing and handed her a drink. "I told you to wear a skirt and a shirt with buttons down the front."
Lilly's heart thumped hard and her palms were suddenly moist. But she found her resolve. "I wore this instead." She tried to put some defiance in her tone.
Taking a step closer, Rebecca's voice was like ice. "I thought I made it very clear that you are to refer to me as Mistress."
In one sentence, Rebecca held sway and Lilly looked down. Tucking some hair behind an ear and clearing her throat, she said, "I, um, that was last night."
"How has anything changed?"
"Um..."
"Don't 'um' me, young lady. You sound stupid." Invading Lilly's personal space, Rebecca said, "You're in my house, aren't you?"
"Ye...yes."
"What did I tell you to call me in my home?"
Lilly didn't answer before Rebecca snatched up the crop and slapped it hard on the bar top, landing just an inch from Lilly's hand. Lilly jumped and squeaked, her drink nearly spilling. "Mistress! Mistress Tallenger!" Shying away from the crop, she whispered, I'm...I'm sorry."
Rebecca smiled. "That's my good girl."
Lilly's response was automatic, "Thank you, Mistress."
"Do you see how it is when you obey? It's better, correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Lilly, honey, why did you disobey?" Rebecca's tone was soft, motherly.
There was nothing but the truth to share. In a small voice, Lilly admitted, "Because I wanted to." Then she leaned away, afraid the crop might be used to strike her. When that didn't happen, she found a little more confidence. "The party is over. I...I don't work for you any longer."
Rebecca only smiled. "Is that so?"
The questioning tone in Rebecca's voice gave Lilly pause. She finally said, "You hired me for the party."
"That's true."
Some confidence was returning. "Well, the party ended and I'm here to pick up my knives."
"Oh yes, your knives." Her tone changed instantly. It was light and affable. "Let me get those for you. Stay here."
Rebecca quickly left the room and Lilly's eyes fell to the crop. It was black and the braided leather stalk was contoured at one end for the hand and the other formed a flat square. It was marked and worn and Lilly felt bad for Rebecca's horses. For a fleeting instant, she wondered how the crop would feel against her bare bottom. Shivering, she looked away from it.
Scanning the room, her eyes landed on the pool table. She imagined Hanna being held down by the other women as the men began selecting their cue sticks. She could feel the warm dampness between her legs and was thankful for the thick jeans she had worn.
"I'm surprised you left them," Rebecca said as she returned to the salon. The metal valise she carried held Lilly's knives and Rebecca set them on the bar.
"I must have forgotten them when you showed me out," Lilly said. When Rebecca all but pushed her out the back door, Lilly could hear Hanna's plaintive cries coming from this room. Eyeing the rack of wood pool cues hanging on the wall, Lilly wondered how many had been used on the poor girl.
"Perhaps you left them on purpose." Rebecca raised an eyebrow.
Lilly hadn't considered that. There was no doubt she had been highly aroused the entire time she spent in Rebecca's home. But to purposely leave her expensive knives as a kind of excuse to return didn't seem likely. Or did it? Lilly wasn't sure.
Not knowing how to respond, she said, "Thank you for letting me know you had them. They were given to me by my parents when I graduated culinary school."
Rebecca didn't seem to care about the origin of Lilly's knives. She smiled. "They actually came in handy. We used them to cut Hanna's clothes off."
"Mistress Tallenger..."
Rebecca waved her hand. "It doesn't matter."
While keenly interested in Hanna's story, Lilly didn't let on. She had other matters to attend to. She asked, "As long as I'm here, can I get the check for last night?" The sooner she could leave this place, the better.
Rebecca said, "As the contract stated, I have 90 days to pay."
Lilly had never read that detail. "Oh." In a month she would be bankrupt. She couldn't wait 90 days.
"Besides, my esquire will mail the check to you. I don't handle my banking affairs."
"I understand about the payment schedule," Lilly said, "but if I could get it sooner than 90 days, I would really appreciate it."
"Then you should not have signed the contract," Rebecca said. She had made another drink and handed Lilly the glass. "I would have been happy to consider any suggested changes you proposed."
When the contract landed in her in-box, Lilly had been so excited for the work that she breezed through the 30-page document, hardly glancing at any of the verbiage before signing it and sending it by email to Rebecca's attorney. Now she was kicking herself for being so foolish. She tried a more direct approach.
"Mistress Tallenger, I am in a lot of debt. I really can't wait 90 days for payment."
"How is your financial situation any of my concern?"
Lilly swallowed. "Well...it's not. It's just that..."
"The terms of the agreement that you signed stated a payment schedule of up to 90 days. You will be paid in 90 days."
"I know. And I appreciate that. But I'm hoping we can come to a different agreement."
"Lift your shirt."
"What?"
"You heard me. Raise that ridiculous shirt you're wearing. Show me your breasts."
Lilly put a hand to her chest. "Mistress Tallenger..."
"You said you want me to consider different payment arrangements, correct?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then lift your shirt."
"You're serious?"
"How is today any different than yesterday? If you would like me to consider a different payment schedule, you need to obey."
"It's just that..."
"You walked around here most of last night with your tits on display and judging by how hard your nipples were, I think you enjoyed it. I don't understand why you're suddenly so concerned about showing them to me now."
Lilly instinctively knew it wasn't worth mentioning that Rebecca had forced her to work topless last night. And while her nipples had clearly communicated her arousal to the dinner guests, being compelled to stand still while Rebecca removed her corset had been deeply humiliating. "The job is over," Lilly said. But even as she said this, she fiddled with the hemline of the sweatshirt. She needed the money.
Rebecca cocked her hip and took a drink. "Lift your shirt, Lilly."
"God damnit," Lilly said under her breath. She felt trapped.
"Don't talk like you're some uneducated buffoon, young lady. In my house, my pets behave themselves and will not use profanity."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
Rebecca said nothing.
"Do you really want me to take it off?"
"I never say anything I don't mean, Lilly. You will come to understand this. Take it off. Now."
Looking toward the floor, Lilly slowly raised the sweatshirt, revealing a full-coverage bra. It was padded and beige and was something a woman in her 50s would wear. It was a bra Lilly's mother had purchased for her years ago and it was the ugliest piece of lingerie she owned. Even though it was sized correctly, the garment struggled to contain Lilly's D-cup breasts. "Are you happy?"
Rebecca was not happy. "I told you not to wear a bra."
Lilly said nothing.
"The payment schedule remains unchanged. Pull your shirt down. You look hideous."
Tugging the shirt down over her breasts, Lilly was mad at herself for not adhering to Rebecca's earlier instructions. If she had obeyed, it was possible the money could have landed in her account today. Her lip trembled. "Please Mistress Tallenger. I..I..." Sniffling, she fought back tears.
"I said no, Lilly. You had two chances to earn your money sooner. I can't help it that you didn't read the contract and I can't help it that you didn't follow my directions. As I just said, life is easier for my pets when they obey me." Rebecca's eyebrows went up and she waved her hand dismissively. "There really is nothing more I can do."
Now Lilly was crying. Since leaving the estate last night, everything had gone to complete shit. She was desperate. Pulling the sweatshirt off and dropping it to the floor, she said, "I'll...I'll take my clothes off." She was fumbling with the clasp between her breasts. "You can touch me...down there...again if you want..." The riding crop slapped down hard on the bar. Lilly started and jumped, her eyes wide with fear.
"Put your fucking clothes on right now, young lady." Rebecca's gaze was cold. In a tight whisper, she said, "I told you it was too late."
Lilly blubbered as she scooped the sweatshirt off the floor. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mistress."
Rebecca glared as Lilly tugged the shirt over her head. "That's my Good Girl. You will be paid in 90 days."
Her head bowed in submission, Lilly said, "Yes, Mistress."
"Finish your drink."
Pulling herself together, Lilly did as she was told and gulped down the drink. It was sweet but very strong. She had not had anything to eat all day and the alcohol had an almost immediate effect. Her cheeks flushed and she felt too warm.
Rebecca went behind the bar and mixed another cocktail. Sliding it in front of Lilly, she asked, "Would you like to know what happened after you left last night."
Shaking her head, Lilly said, "May I go now, Mistress?" She wanted to crawl back into bed.
From beneath the bar, Rebecca produced a small bell. Tinkling it, she said, "You may leave when I permit you to leave. Do you understand me?"
Keeping her face to the floor, Lilly kept quiet but nodded her head slightly. Perhaps if she obeyed, she could convince Rebecca to reconsider the payment terms.
"I'll ask you again: Would you like to hear about what happened to Hanna last night?"
She sniffled but didn't look up. "Mistress, what my clients do in the privacy of their own homes is their business, not mine."
"That's good to hear Lilly, because what goes on in my house is very private," Rebecca said as she crossed the room and stood at the enormous windows overlooking Lake Lucerne. The sun streaming through the opening turned her shirt nearly sheer. Rebecca's breasts, full and round, were silhouetted. They looked beautiful. "But I think you've already figured that out."
Raising her head, Lilly said nothing.
Mistress Tallenger took a sip of her drink and continued to gaze at the distant lake. In profile, Lilly noted the woman's flat stomach and stiff back. Her long, fiery red hair was done in a tight braid that ran to the middle of her back. At over six feet tall, even standing still, Mistress Tallenger commanded the room. Lilly realized she was uncomfortable in the woman's presence, yet she was strangely drawn to her. Her confidence made Lilly want to be close to her.
But to allow a young girl to be ravaged with a pool stick was unthinkable. Then again, that had piqued Lilly's curiosity, too. So much so that she had asked Jennifer to tie her to a table and fuck her with a stone pestle. Lilly whimpered because that little game had destroyed her relationship with Sebastian.
To Lilly, Rebecca was at once becoming and terrifying. She was a woman who dominated everyone around her. Lilly wondered as she took another drink: What kind of place is this?
Still gazing at the view, Rebecca's voice softened. She said, "I'm sorry Lilly. You're not stupid. That was uncalled for."
"Thank you, Mistress." Feeling as if she needed a mea culpa, Lilly bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry I disobeyed your email."
Rebecca's lips upturned slightly as she gazed at the view. She said, "It takes a lot of guts to open your own business. And if last night is an indicator, you'll do quite well for yourself."
"Thank you. I don't mind hard work. I find it...fulfilling. It gives me purpose."
"Many young people rely on their parents for everything. It must have been scary moving to Switzerland."
"It's not been easy, that's for sure. I'm pleased that my services were appreciated by you and your guests."
Rebecca turned from the window and looked at her. "Do you enjoy it, Lilly? Serving others?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Fulfilling their hunger?"
"Yes, Mistress. Without a doubt. I am not sure why, but I've always been a people pleaser."
"There is nothing wrong with that. God wired us all differently. Personally, I don't care if people like me or not. But they do need to respect me."
Lilly had already figured that out and nodded. "I discovered my interest in food when I was 19. I spent a lot of time at home and didn't have many friends. Cooking was an...escape, I suppose."
"Doing what you love is very important, Lilly. Some people go their entire lives never knowing what they were meant for. I'm glad you discovered who you were at a young age. I thoroughly enjoy what I do."
Lilly wondered what that might be and then thought about the Vatspalts for a moment. She said, "I knew this family a few years back. They really helped me understand the kind of person I am." Her mind flashed to the gang bang in Northern California.
Rebecca was standing in front of Lilly again. "Sometimes all it takes is coming across the right people. It can change your life."
Nodding, Lilly said, "I agree." She thought of being the Vatspalts' plaything. It was only after they left the U.S. that Anna Vatspalt revealed how they came to be in Lilly's life. They had purposely selected her and pulled her into their embrace, building her self confidence through the exposure of her body. Over time, they opened her mind, eyes and legs to a world of physical pleasure she never knew existed.
The redhead smiled, took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Lilly's. "Would you like me to tell you about last night?"
Lilly was nearly desperate to hear every detail, but how could Rebecca know this? Was she giving off an aura? Was Rebecca picking up on it? Saying nothing, Lilly took another long drink. Her head was already beginning to feel light from the alcohol. Her panties were damp and sticky; Claire needed attention.
Obeying Rebecca was a good thing. If she listened to the story, perhaps Mistress Tallenger would find it in her heart to write the check for last night. "Yes, Mistress." Then she bowed her head.
"That's my Good Girl." Lilly kept quiet but her heart skipped a beat. She liked being a Good Girl. She had been the Vatspalt's Good Girl and doing so resulted in a complete life change. "Take a seat."
Lilly clamored up on the nearest barstool. Never forgetting the training she received from the Vatspalts, she sat with her legs open and she caught Mistress Tallenger gazing at her special place. Lilly was reminded again that if she had adhered to the directions in the email, the woman would have been able to see Claire. Maybe she would have received the $15,000 she so desperately needed.
Financial considerations aside, the desire to please Rebecca was strong and was an emotion she had not felt since her time with the Vatspalts. Opening her legs a bit more, she wiggled her bottom to draw the jeans into the crease of her sex. It was the best she could do and she hoped Rebecca noticed.
Rebecca twirled the crop as she spoke. "As I walked back in here, Hanna ran right into me. She had escaped from the others and was almost out the door when I caught her. She screamed, and kicked, and fought, but she was no match. The little thing hardly weighs 100 pounds and it wasn't long before the other women had her spread across the table. That's when we got busy with your knives."
Lilly took a last swig of her drink and before she could set the glass down Rebecca started making another. "It took a few minutes to get her dress off, but when that was done it was just a matter of slicing her corset open." Rebecca laughed. "My lady friends couldn't wait to attend to Hanna's tits." Her lip pooched. "They weren't very gentle and I almost felt sorry for the poor thing." Winking, she grinned. "Almost." Sliding the drink across the bar, she walked around to stand close to Lilly as they talked.
Still twirling the crop as she spoke, Rebecca landed it lightly on Lilly's thigh. It was playful and light and Lilly let loose a small giggle. Rebecca grinned and let the crop slide down between Lilly legs. The pressure of the flat tip against her sex was so light that Lilly wasn't even sure it happened. She looked between her legs just as Rebecca swept the crop away. "Yes, Hanna's quite a little troublemaker; very accomplished for a 19-year-old." Missed her age by a year, thought Lilly as she took another long drink.
Rebecca went on, "Lilly, she was wet! Once we got the dress off and opened her legs, we saw her underpants were nearly dripping." Her green eyes flashed, perfect bright-white teeth shone. "But panties are a big no-no." She wagged her finger. "Everyone knows my pets are forbidden to wear underpants. A pet's pussy is to be accessible at all times."
Lilly closed and crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs. The skimpy panties she wore put up little resistance as the thick denim worked itself between Claire's lips; the roughened material sliding over her clit. Her arousal was mounting feverishly. She hoped Mistress Tallenger wouldn't notice.
Rebecca noticed but kept it to herself. She said, "The girls tore her panties off and administered a proper spanking to her cunt. They didn't stop until I felt it looked appropriately...red." Lilly's special place had been spanked a few times by the Vatspalts. Although arousing - Claire slobbered when it happened - it didn't feel good. But it did leave a lasting impression.
Rebecca continued, "I told Robert he could go first." Rebecca nodded her head in the direction of the rack hanging on the wall. "He selected the ivory handled stick." Lilly saw the cue, noticed it was deeply carved with ridges and crevices. It would not have been easily accepted.
Her special place stirred.
"He told Hanna that it wouldn't hurt a bit." Chuckling while gazing at the table, Rebecca shrugged. "And then, well, he began fucking her with it. He was...purposeful...in its...insertion. Hanna begged me to make him stop." Rebecca looked insulted. "Well, what could I do, Lilly? The girl had shown up late to my party and had the gall to wear panties. Defiance must always be met with...encouragement...not to disobey again. Wouldn't you agree?"
Lilly swallowed hard and took another drink. "Yes, Mistress."
Lilly's voice was echoed by another, smaller, voice across the room. "Yes, Mistress."
Lilly looked up and saw Hanna standing in the doorway. Her long blond hair was bed-head messy and held back from her pretty face by two barrettes. She was wearing only a big tee shirt that fell just below her hips. There was a cartoon of a dog printed on the front. The girl yawned and rubbed her eyes. When she did, the shirt lifted, exposing a pair of simple pink cotton panties. Hanna dropped her hand and stood staring. She had obviously been sleeping off last night.
"Come in here, dear," said Rebecca, "There's someone I want you to meet."
Hanna padded across the floor gingerly, with her legs slightly bowed. Lilly noticed she was wearing pink socks, one was pulled up; the other scrunched down around a petite ankle. Her round face was angelic with wide-set bright blue eyes, and a pert, slightly upturned nose kissed with a flourish of freckles. Her features were soft and lacked the hard angles of Rebecca's classical looks. She had a small mouth with full lips. Without makeup she hardly looked her nineteen years.
Hanna approached the bar and stood in front of them. She placed her hands behind her back and bowed her head. Rebecca said, "Hanna, this is Lilly. Do you remember her?"
"She served dinner last night, didn't she, Mistress?"
"You may look at us," Rebecca said.
Hanna looked up at Lilly as Rebecca strode around her, the horsewhip dangling from her fingers. "That's right, sweetheart," she said, stroking the girl's hair. "I was telling Lilly about the party after she left. Do you know what I mean?"
Hanna's brow furrowed. "Yes, Mistress."
"You may introduce yourself."
"Of course, Mistress." Another yawn, "It's nice to meet you, Lilly." She put a dainty hand out. "My name is Hanna."
Lilly remained utterly still. Thoughts of belonging and possession and submission raced through her mind. Taking Hanna's hand in her own, she said, "It's nice to meet you, too."
"Anyway, girls, enough with the pleasantries," said Rebecca. "Hanna, remove your shirt."
"Yes, Mistress." Without so much as a flinch, Hanna crossed her arms around the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head. She held it in one hand then let it drop to the floor in a cotton heap.
Rebecca beamed. "Do you see how well she obeys, Lilly?"
Lilly looked away, instinctively trying to maintain the younger girl's modesty. "Yes, mistress."
"You could learn something about obedience from this little one."
It was degrading, but Lilly knew the correct answer. "Yes, Mistress."
A warm breeze came up off the lake just then, billowing the silk drapes into the room. The far-off sounds of motor boats on the lake combined with the drone of the city below seemed to scream in her ears. Her skin tingled and her vision blurred. It was not an unwelcome experience.
"Come now, Lilly, Hanna's a beautiful girl. I asked her to undress so you could see what she looks like."
Lilly took a deep breath and faced Hanna, who stared sleepily back. Lilly took in the girl's body and was impressed. Though smaller than Lilly's breasts, the girl was bustier than how she presented in last night's gown. Hanna was more likely a C than a generous B, with light-pink, half-dollar-sized areolas that were round islands topped by outward-pointing nubs that stood proudly.
The younger girl's hips and waist were narrow -- no surprise given her age - and her tummy was flat. Her thighs had some shape to them, allowing a little heart-shaped gap of light to poke through below her pussy. She had lovely pale skin that had a random freckle here and there. Lilly could see no tattoos but she did notice the girl's breasts had the telltale signs of a recent "lesson in encouragement." Light pink stripes criss-crossed both mounds.
Rebecca spoke as she wrapped one arm around Hanna's waist. "Hanna, you are never to wear panties and you know this. Why must I always repeat myself?"
Hanna looked surprised. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she said. "They were on my bed this morning." Stammering, the girl slid a hand over her special place. "It's just that I'm awful sore...you know...down here."
"That was the point of last night, dear. Do you recall?"
Hanna bowed her head. "Yes, Mistress."
"Then do tell."
"To punish me."
Rebecca made doe eyes and pooched her lower lip, as if Hanna was the most pathetic creature on earth. Lilly wanted to slap the woman. "It wasn't a punishment, sweet girl," said Rebecca. "It was an opportunity to learn."
"Yes, Mistress."
"The panties were placed on your bed to explore your understanding of the rules in my house."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you know the rules, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Hanna, did I explain the rules to you last night?"
Hanna's lip trembled. "Yes, Mistress."
"Did you understand them?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Repeat them, please."
"Your pets are not to wear underpants." Hanna was sniffling now. Her body hitched and her breasts jumped. Lilly noticed the girl's nipples were hardening. The pink coronas had darkened a shade or two.
Rebecca curled a finger into the waistband of Hanna's panties. She pulled and snapped it against the young girl's tummy. Hanna flinched and pinched her eyes shut. "Are you wearing underpants?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Did you fail the test?"
"Yes, Mistress." Hanna was shivering. Her eyes remained downcast.
"Did you learn anything from last night, young lady?"
Hanna's lips were pinched and her cheeks were pink. Tears filled her eyes and one escaped, trickling down her face until it dangled from her chin. She sniffled and it fell. "No, Mistress."
"Which billiard cue should I use?
Hanna looked up, eyes wide; full of fear. "Please don't, Mistress! Please don't."
"Perhaps Lilly can select it for you."
Both women turned toward her. Hanna appeared terrified. Her head was shaking. Rebecca was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Lilly said nothing.
Rebecca shrugged. "What am I to do, Hanna? The rules must be followed." Running her hand up the girl's torso, she cupped Hanna's breast. Thumbing the nipple, she dug her fingers into the pinked flesh and Hanna winced. "I'm afraid another lesson is in order."
Hanna looked up at Rebecca with big wet eyes and shook her head. "No Mistress, please don't. I'll...I'll take them off right now." Lilly had begged to undress only moments earlier and she realized Rebecca's ability to hold control over others was beyond impressive. It seemed as if the woman held all the cards, regardless of the situation.
"Hanna, please don't make this any harder on either of us. You are well aware of the rules governing my pets."
Hanna shook her head. Her eyes were pleading. "Yes, Mistress, but..."
Rebecca's smile was warm, genuine. "I'll tell you what, sweet girl, you can pick the cue stick. Any of them is fine with me." She twirled the riding crop, making it whistle softly. Her tone was one of resignation, as if she had just given in to a tremendous chore.
"No Mistress. Please don't make me."
"But you must, baby girl. You must. You are quite a disobeying little pet and disobeying little pets must be shown the error of their ways. Isn't that right?"
Hanna bowed her head and sniffled. "Yes, Mistress."
"So please go make your choice."
Hanna's voice was small. "No, no! Please don't make me."
Rebecca chided. "You will do as I say or you'll find yourself in the dungeon." And to emphasize her point, the redhead took a firm grab of Hanna's breast. She began squeezing it brusquely; pumping it so that the nipple stoodfully erect. Hanna mewed pathetically but made no effort to get away.
Lilly watched as Hanna's expression changed from pleading to downright fright. But still the younger girl made no attempt to escape. Lilly wanted to make Rebecca stop, but she felt that might be a very bad idea. And what could she really do? She had no right to do or say anything here. More intriguing still was that watching Rebecca torment the girl's breast was actually enjoyable. So she said nothing and paid very close attention.
"I am waiting, Hanna." She twisted Hanna's nipple and the girl pulled back but didn't twist away. "Does this feel good?"
"No, Mistress." Her eyes were pinched.
"Are you going to do as I say?"
"Yes, Mistress. Please stop!"
Rebecca released Hanna's flesh. "Now go over there, pick out the stick and climb up on the table."
Sniffling, Hanna slowly walked to the wall and looked at the rack. Reaching for a smooth cue, Rebecca said, "Not that one, sweet girl."
"But you said I could pick any one I wanted."
"Yes, you must pick one, but for such insolence, I am modifying the selection process. It's important you learn something from this. Please select a different one."
Every other stick was heavily engraved and it took Hanna a full minute to finally select one. Whimpering, she took it to the table, laid it on the green felt and climbed up.
"Yes, that's my Good Girl. Closer to the edge and open your legs." Hanna scooted around until her feet touched the edge of the table and spread her thighs widely. Lilly spied a dark wet spot on Hanna's crotch. The panties had pulled into her groove, deftly defining the girl's sex.
"Come over here, Lilly," Rebecca said as she rubbed the tip of the cue stick into a little cube of chalk. Lilly slid off the seat and took up position next to Rebecca, her eyes locked on the stricken girl. Hann's tummy was heaving. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was pinched. The girl's nipples were pinpricks.
Rebecca leaned over the table and slid the cue through her fingers as she spoke. "Lilly, dear, I want you to go home and read the contract you signed. I think you will find it very enlightening." Rebecca pressed the tip of the pool cue into the middle of the wet spot on Hanna's panties. Slowly twisting it, Hanna moaned. "While you do that, I'm going to spend the afternoon with this little trouble maker." Pulling the cue back a few inches, Lilly saw a dark blue circle of chalk on Hanna's panties. Rebecca replaced the cue and pushed a little deeper, shoving the panties inside Hanna's pussy.
Hanna whimpered. "Please be gentle, Mistress."
"Shush, now dear. I'm speaking with Lilly." Pushing harder, Hanna balled her small hands into fists and grunted, but otherwise kept quiet. Rebecca looked at Lilly. "Once you've had a chance to read it, please let me know if you have any questions."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Otherwise, I expect to see you back here no later than Tuesday." Lilly had no intention of coming back and said nothing.
Hanna grunted again when Rebecca applied more pressure. "I think you know the way out, Lilly."
"Yes, Mistress." She gathered up her knives and walked to the front door. As she stepped outside, she heard Hanna squeal and quickly pulled the door closed.
Sleep had not come easily. Lilly spent most of the night crying over what had happened with Sebastian. Worse, she had no one to blame but herself. He was a good man who had believed in her, loaning her money to help get her business off the ground. Supportive even when she felt like the world was crashing down around her, Sebastian had offered a shoulder to lean on.
He was also an extraordinary lover who always placed her pleasure first. His relationship with Jennifer was a special one and Lilly thought he was a terrific father. While she knew he wasn't going to be the man she married, Sebastian had shown her qualities she'd not seen before in a potential suitor and Lilly anticipated their relationship lasting longer than the year it had before she destroyed it.
She hadn't meant to become sexually involved with his daughter, but it had happened and when that relationship got going, Lilly did nothing to stop it. She and Jennifer were extremely careful about any display of real intimacy when they were around Sebastian and Lilly never really considered that they might get caught.
Like many young women who are close friends, they hugged and sometimes held hands, with maybe an occasional kiss on the cheek. But their lovemaking generally happened when he was spending time with his wife, Tina. Which was why Jennifer had shown up at her door last night.
Neither of them thought Sebastian would come by Lilly's apartment unannounced. When he was with Tina, he was generally not available for at least 24 hours, sometimes longer. Lilly knew of his ongoing sexual relationship with Jennifer's mother and had no problem with it. Tina was beautiful and Sebastian was still attracted to her. She had learned long ago that jealousy had no place when it came to physical pleasure.
She had never given Seb a key to her apartment, just as he had never given her a key to his place; they respected each other's privacy; neither tried to exert control over the other. They lived separate lives that were made better when they spent time together. They gave each other space.
Control.
At that moment, the illicit images from last night came flooding back: The examination of her naked body and subsequent fondling by her employer, being commanded to stand still in front of the guests while Rebecca fingered fucked her and, finally, being compelled to work with her breasts exposed. The last act; Hanna being held captive atop the billiards table as she was forcibly disrobed and penetrated with a pool cue had been the culminating event, and Lilly realized every incident involved Rebecca exerting control over someone else.
Helplessness, exposure and supplication; they were all words Lilly understood deeply. She had embraced them wholeheartedly while spending time with the Vatspalts. Lilly moaned when she realized how aroused she had been the entire night.
Had she not been so turned on while working for Rebecca, Lilly wouldn't have convinced Jennifer to tie her to the table. And had that not happened, all Seb would have discovered was them sleeping in Lilly's bed. Even if they had both been nude, it was unlikely he would have suspected anything.
She and Jennifer usually showered together at his place following their waxing appointments. Jennifer was comfortable being naked in front of her father and had once told Lilly, "He's my dad. He could care less." And after watching Sebastian when Jennifer was naked around him, she came to the same conclusion. He seemed completely disinterested. Lilly also noticed the practice of mutual nudity didn't go both ways. Sebastian always had something on, even if it was just a pair of briefs, when he was around his daughter.
After showering, the girls would pile into Jennifer's single bed and Seb would tuck them in, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek and Lilly a polite peck on the lips. The narrow mattress forced their naked bodies to spoon beneath the covers. Seb always left the door to Jennifer's room open and they never fooled around.
He didn't know this, but what kept them from playing with each other was that their freshly waxed girl-parts were tender. Touching each other down there wasn't pleasant. Regardless, he never questioned them about sharing a bed. Lilly had even napped with them on his large king-sized bed several times. Although in those instances, Lilly was always placed between them and even if the girls were nude, Sebastian wore sleeping shorts or underwear. He never tried fooling around with Lilly when Jennifer was in bed with them.
One afternoon while sandwiched between them, as Jennifer slept, Lilly slid her hand into Sebastian's shorts. He tugged her hand away but she persisted and tried again. Gripping his soft cock and gently squeezing, Lilly blew a hot breath on the back of his neck as she ran her thumb around the head. "Just be quiet, baby. Let me take care of you," she whispered close to his ear. He was hard in only a few seconds.
Slowly stroking his rapier for some time, she fiddled with the tip; rolling and lightly pinching it until he came. Aside from feeling him tense as he released his man-milk, he lay completely still and didn't make a sound. A few moments later, while Lilly licked her fingers clean, he quietly crept to the bathroom, changed his shorts and came back to bed. Later that evening he asked that she not do that when Jennifer was in bed with them. He didn't look happy and Lilly apologized.
While Lilly generally considered herself to be straight (and enjoyed making love with men), she also craved having sex with women. Jennifer, it turned out, was like-minded in that regard.
Lilly didn't know this about Sebastian's daughter at first. Likewise, Jennifer wasn't aware of Lilly's interest in women. They shared Sebastian as girlfriend and daughter and quickly became friends. Lilly realized this closeness may have been connected to their similar ages. At 24, Lilly still remembered what 18 was like and they shared many common interests.
Sebastian had been nervous about introducing Lilly to Jennifer for fear that his daughter would not appreciate him dating a much younger woman. But Jennifer was mature for her age and had met many of her father's love interests over the years. Perhaps Jennifer sensed something about Lilly that drew her closer.
As she lay in bed in her apartment, Lilly wondered if some girls gave off a kind of invisible aura that attracted them to each other. If not an actual spectrum, then tiny signs that they both were attuned to. Signs that Sebastian either didn't see or ignored.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. She had never seen the man so upset and it was easy to understand why he felt betrayed. And while Jennifer was an adult, she relied on her parents for everything. Splitting her time living between her father's place and her mother's, Jennifer wasn't financially secure. She was also obedient and respectful of her mom and dad. She was a good girl who was never going to stand up to Sebastian and simply refuse to leave when he caught them. Sighing, Lilly realized it was of no consequence. She doubted she would ever see him or Jennifer again.
Then she thought about the money she owed him. Although nowhere near as wealthy as Rebecca Tallenger, Sebastian probably had enough money that he could easily walk away from the $25,000 Lilly owed him. But that didn't matter. She wasn't a freeloader and was determined to pay him back.
But the payment plan to Sebastian was nothing compared to what she owed on the other small business and student loans. With Seb it was an automatic electronic transfer of $1,000 a month. Combined with the others, it came to nearly $5,000 a month and currently her bank account wasn't even halfway there. She groaned, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow. More tears came and her stomach tightened. She had every intention of getting out from beneath it all financially but couldn't see how to do it quickly.
It was then that Lilly thought about the $15,000 she would earn from the party at Mistress Tallenger's estate. She couldn't give it all to Sebastian. But, perhaps, if she gave him the minimum it would be enough to show her good faith in repaying the debt. It was also possible such a gesture would reopen communication between them. But how would that go? If he would take her, Lilly would run back into his arms. On the other hand, where would that leave her relationship with Jennifer? No matter how she turned it around, there didn't seem to be any way to fix it.
"Well, I won't know until I do something," she said as she rolled out of bed. The room was cool on her bare skin and her nipples pricked. Even the wood floor felt cold, but she didn't see her socks anywhere. Then she spied the four ropes laying around the dining table legs, quickly scooped them up and tossed them under the sink. They made her sick to her stomach as last night came flooding back. She was standing by the door and imagined Sebastian's view when he entered.
Lilly saw herself tied to the table, her legs splayed. Jennifer was riding her face backward while plunging the marble pestle between Lilly's straining feminine folds. Claire stirred and Lilly whimpered. Thinking about it was a turn-on despite what had happened. Her hand slid to her special place as she looked at the pestle. Hefting it off the floor, its surface was caked with a thin layer of her dried feminine extract.
Lilly shivered and placed it in the sink before running hot water over it. Putting a pot of coffee on, she sat down at the desk and woke up the computer. She wanted to read the payment terms of her contract with Rebecca Tallenger. She never made it that far. Waiting at the top of her inbox was a new message from Rebecca. Clicking it open, she read:
"Lilly, thank you again for the wonderful service last night. All of my guests enjoyed the food and the viewing of your body. While I find pubic hair detestable on my pets, your pussy was nonetheless acceptable."
Lilly slapped her hand on the desk. "Pet! Acceptable! Fuck you, bitch!" Claire drooled a warm dollop of feminine syrup over her butthole and then onto the chair. She quivered, dug a finger beneath the hood of her clit and rolled the little bud against her pubic bone. Why was she so aroused by Rebecca's words?
The note continued: "I noticed you left your knives in the kitchen. They look expensive and I'm sure you want them back."
Expensive was right. They had set her parents back nearly $3,000 and were a vital tool of her trade. They were too expensive to simply walk away from.
"You will retrieve them today, arriving promptly at 2:30 this afternoon."
Rebecca's air of superiority rang through long after Lilly's work for the client had concluded. "This woman thinks she controls everything," Lilly said to the empty room. Then her tummy fluttered and she hiccuped. Looking between her thighs, her finger was shiny and Claire's billows glistened, the lips of her sex parted like a tiny pink flower. Pulling her hand away, she closed her legs and kept reading.
"You are to wear a skirt cut no less than 6-inches above the knees and a blouse with buttons down the front. You will not wear a bra or panties and you will shave that hairy cunt of yours prior to your arrival. You will submit to my inspection.-Mistress Tallenger."
The tone of the email was incredulous. Flipping her middle finger at the screen, Lilly muttered, "Everything that happened last night was because of you. You can go fuck yourself, lady."
Standing, she stretched and turned in a circle. The smallness of the apartment was suddenly depressing. She took a step back toward the bed and saw something beneath it. New tears brimmed as she plucked Jennifer's panties from the floor. Pressing them to her face, she inhaled.
"God damnit. I really fucked that up." Pulling the panties on, she imagined Jennifer's pussy smooshed against the mesh. It was probably as close as she would ever get to the girl again. Crawling back beneath the covers, she cried some more while masturbating to thoughts of having sex with Seb and Jennifer at the same time. She finally fell asleep, her cheeks damp and with her fingers stuffed inside her special place.
Arriving at the estate at 2:45, Lilly turned off the van and it sputtered heavily before finally gasping and going still. Rebecca Tallenger was riding across the grass on a giant honey-colored stallion. She was dressed in knee-length black leather boots, tight mocha-colored suede riding slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt that clung to her figure. It was obvious she was braless as her breasts bounced freely and her sharp nipples stood erect. Lilly once again admired the woman's firm, round bottom as Rebecca dismounted and gave the reins and her velvet domed helmet to a waiting stable hand. She twirled a braided leather riding crop around her fingers as she approached.
"You've come for your knives," she said. "You're late." Rebecca looked her over and frowned. A shot of nervous adrenaline filled Lilly's tummy. Aside from being late (she had overslept), she had not followed Rebecca's instructions on what to wear.
To spite the woman, Lilly had dug deep in her dresser to find clothes she hadn't worn since high school. The bulky, loose-fitting, high-waisted "mom" jeans and a sweatshirt could not have been less flattering. She sure as hell had not shaved her pubic hair. In fact, she hadn't even showered before leaving her apartment. She had no makeup on and hadn't even bothered to slather deodorant in her armpits. She was still wearing Jennifer's panties and had also worn a bra. She had intentionally been defiant and felt good about it as she left her apartment. She just hadn't anticipated Rebecca's glower and the overwhelming docility she felt. The woman's dominant nature was like nothing Lilly had experienced before.
Her special place stirred.
Gathering her nerves, Lilly followed Rebecca through the huge front doors, down the broad hall and into the salon. A massive wood bar ran across the length of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stools stood in front to face the view.
The wood paneling and dark wallpaper made the room feel small and secluded despite its large proportions. The windows were open and a light breeze coming up from the lake blew the long, white curtains lazily. The pool table sat in the center of the room.
She watched quietly as Rebecca placed the riding crop on the bar and mixed two drinks. "I see you didn't obey my instructions." She walked back to where Lilly was standing and handed her a drink. "I told you to wear a skirt and a shirt with buttons down the front."
Lilly's heart thumped hard and her palms were suddenly moist. But she found her resolve. "I wore this instead." She tried to put some defiance in her tone.
Taking a step closer, Rebecca's voice was like ice. "I thought I made it very clear that you are to refer to me as Mistress."
In one sentence, Rebecca held sway and Lilly looked down. Tucking some hair behind an ear and clearing her throat, she said, "I, um, that was last night."
"How has anything changed?"
"Um..."
"Don't 'um' me, young lady. You sound stupid." Invading Lilly's personal space, Rebecca said, "You're in my house, aren't you?"
"Ye...yes."
"What did I tell you to call me in my home?"
Lilly didn't answer before Rebecca snatched up the crop and slapped it hard on the bar top, landing just an inch from Lilly's hand. Lilly jumped and squeaked, her drink nearly spilling. "Mistress! Mistress Tallenger!" Shying away from the crop, she whispered, I'm...I'm sorry."
Rebecca smiled. "That's my good girl."
Lilly's response was automatic, "Thank you, Mistress."
"Do you see how it is when you obey? It's better, correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Lilly, honey, why did you disobey?" Rebecca's tone was soft, motherly.
There was nothing but the truth to share. In a small voice, Lilly admitted, "Because I wanted to." Then she leaned away, afraid the crop might be used to strike her. When that didn't happen, she found a little more confidence. "The party is over. I...I don't work for you any longer."
Rebecca only smiled. "Is that so?"
The questioning tone in Rebecca's voice gave Lilly pause. She finally said, "You hired me for the party."
"That's true."
Some confidence was returning. "Well, the party ended and I'm here to pick up my knives."
"Oh yes, your knives." Her tone changed instantly. It was light and affable. "Let me get those for you. Stay here."
Rebecca quickly left the room and Lilly's eyes fell to the crop. It was black and the braided leather stalk was contoured at one end for the hand and the other formed a flat square. It was marked and worn and Lilly felt bad for Rebecca's horses. For a fleeting instant, she wondered how the crop would feel against her bare bottom. Shivering, she looked away from it.
Scanning the room, her eyes landed on the pool table. She imagined Hanna being held down by the other women as the men began selecting their cue sticks. She could feel the warm dampness between her legs and was thankful for the thick jeans she had worn.
"I'm surprised you left them," Rebecca said as she returned to the salon. The metal valise she carried held Lilly's knives and Rebecca set them on the bar.
"I must have forgotten them when you showed me out," Lilly said. When Rebecca all but pushed her out the back door, Lilly could hear Hanna's plaintive cries coming from this room. Eyeing the rack of wood pool cues hanging on the wall, Lilly wondered how many had been used on the poor girl.
"Perhaps you left them on purpose." Rebecca raised an eyebrow.
Lilly hadn't considered that. There was no doubt she had been highly aroused the entire time she spent in Rebecca's home. But to purposely leave her expensive knives as a kind of excuse to return didn't seem likely. Or did it? Lilly wasn't sure.
Not knowing how to respond, she said, "Thank you for letting me know you had them. They were given to me by my parents when I graduated culinary school."
Rebecca didn't seem to care about the origin of Lilly's knives. She smiled. "They actually came in handy. We used them to cut Hanna's clothes off."
"Mistress Tallenger..."
Rebecca waved her hand. "It doesn't matter."
While keenly interested in Hanna's story, Lilly didn't let on. She had other matters to attend to. She asked, "As long as I'm here, can I get the check for last night?" The sooner she could leave this place, the better.
Rebecca said, "As the contract stated, I have 90 days to pay."
Lilly had never read that detail. "Oh." In a month she would be bankrupt. She couldn't wait 90 days.
"Besides, my esquire will mail the check to you. I don't handle my banking affairs."
"I understand about the payment schedule," Lilly said, "but if I could get it sooner than 90 days, I would really appreciate it."
"Then you should not have signed the contract," Rebecca said. She had made another drink and handed Lilly the glass. "I would have been happy to consider any suggested changes you proposed."
When the contract landed in her in-box, Lilly had been so excited for the work that she breezed through the 30-page document, hardly glancing at any of the verbiage before signing it and sending it by email to Rebecca's attorney. Now she was kicking herself for being so foolish. She tried a more direct approach.
"Mistress Tallenger, I am in a lot of debt. I really can't wait 90 days for payment."
"How is your financial situation any of my concern?"
Lilly swallowed. "Well...it's not. It's just that..."
"The terms of the agreement that you signed stated a payment schedule of up to 90 days. You will be paid in 90 days."
"I know. And I appreciate that. But I'm hoping we can come to a different agreement."
"Lift your shirt."
"What?"
"You heard me. Raise that ridiculous shirt you're wearing. Show me your breasts."
Lilly put a hand to her chest. "Mistress Tallenger..."
"You said you want me to consider different payment arrangements, correct?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then lift your shirt."
"You're serious?"
"How is today any different than yesterday? If you would like me to consider a different payment schedule, you need to obey."
"It's just that..."
"You walked around here most of last night with your tits on display and judging by how hard your nipples were, I think you enjoyed it. I don't understand why you're suddenly so concerned about showing them to me now."
Lilly instinctively knew it wasn't worth mentioning that Rebecca had forced her to work topless last night. And while her nipples had clearly communicated her arousal to the dinner guests, being compelled to stand still while Rebecca removed her corset had been deeply humiliating. "The job is over," Lilly said. But even as she said this, she fiddled with the hemline of the sweatshirt. She needed the money.
Rebecca cocked her hip and took a drink. "Lift your shirt, Lilly."
"God damnit," Lilly said under her breath. She felt trapped.
"Don't talk like you're some uneducated buffoon, young lady. In my house, my pets behave themselves and will not use profanity."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
Rebecca said nothing.
"Do you really want me to take it off?"
"I never say anything I don't mean, Lilly. You will come to understand this. Take it off. Now."
Looking toward the floor, Lilly slowly raised the sweatshirt, revealing a full-coverage bra. It was padded and beige and was something a woman in her 50s would wear. It was a bra Lilly's mother had purchased for her years ago and it was the ugliest piece of lingerie she owned. Even though it was sized correctly, the garment struggled to contain Lilly's D-cup breasts. "Are you happy?"
Rebecca was not happy. "I told you not to wear a bra."
Lilly said nothing.
"The payment schedule remains unchanged. Pull your shirt down. You look hideous."
Tugging the shirt down over her breasts, Lilly was mad at herself for not adhering to Rebecca's earlier instructions. If she had obeyed, it was possible the money could have landed in her account today. Her lip trembled. "Please Mistress Tallenger. I..I..." Sniffling, she fought back tears.
"I said no, Lilly. You had two chances to earn your money sooner. I can't help it that you didn't read the contract and I can't help it that you didn't follow my directions. As I just said, life is easier for my pets when they obey me." Rebecca's eyebrows went up and she waved her hand dismissively. "There really is nothing more I can do."
Now Lilly was crying. Since leaving the estate last night, everything had gone to complete shit. She was desperate. Pulling the sweatshirt off and dropping it to the floor, she said, "I'll...I'll take my clothes off." She was fumbling with the clasp between her breasts. "You can touch me...down there...again if you want..." The riding crop slapped down hard on the bar. Lilly started and jumped, her eyes wide with fear.
"Put your fucking clothes on right now, young lady." Rebecca's gaze was cold. In a tight whisper, she said, "I told you it was too late."
Lilly blubbered as she scooped the sweatshirt off the floor. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mistress."
Rebecca glared as Lilly tugged the shirt over her head. "That's my Good Girl. You will be paid in 90 days."
Her head bowed in submission, Lilly said, "Yes, Mistress."
"Finish your drink."
Pulling herself together, Lilly did as she was told and gulped down the drink. It was sweet but very strong. She had not had anything to eat all day and the alcohol had an almost immediate effect. Her cheeks flushed and she felt too warm.
Rebecca went behind the bar and mixed another cocktail. Sliding it in front of Lilly, she asked, "Would you like to know what happened after you left last night."
Shaking her head, Lilly said, "May I go now, Mistress?" She wanted to crawl back into bed.
From beneath the bar, Rebecca produced a small bell. Tinkling it, she said, "You may leave when I permit you to leave. Do you understand me?"
Keeping her face to the floor, Lilly kept quiet but nodded her head slightly. Perhaps if she obeyed, she could convince Rebecca to reconsider the payment terms.
"I'll ask you again: Would you like to hear about what happened to Hanna last night?"
She sniffled but didn't look up. "Mistress, what my clients do in the privacy of their own homes is their business, not mine."
"That's good to hear Lilly, because what goes on in my house is very private," Rebecca said as she crossed the room and stood at the enormous windows overlooking Lake Lucerne. The sun streaming through the opening turned her shirt nearly sheer. Rebecca's breasts, full and round, were silhouetted. They looked beautiful. "But I think you've already figured that out."
Raising her head, Lilly said nothing.
Mistress Tallenger took a sip of her drink and continued to gaze at the distant lake. In profile, Lilly noted the woman's flat stomach and stiff back. Her long, fiery red hair was done in a tight braid that ran to the middle of her back. At over six feet tall, even standing still, Mistress Tallenger commanded the room. Lilly realized she was uncomfortable in the woman's presence, yet she was strangely drawn to her. Her confidence made Lilly want to be close to her.
But to allow a young girl to be ravaged with a pool stick was unthinkable. Then again, that had piqued Lilly's curiosity, too. So much so that she had asked Jennifer to tie her to a table and fuck her with a stone pestle. Lilly whimpered because that little game had destroyed her relationship with Sebastian.
To Lilly, Rebecca was at once becoming and terrifying. She was a woman who dominated everyone around her. Lilly wondered as she took another drink: What kind of place is this?
Still gazing at the view, Rebecca's voice softened. She said, "I'm sorry Lilly. You're not stupid. That was uncalled for."
"Thank you, Mistress." Feeling as if she needed a mea culpa, Lilly bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry I disobeyed your email."
Rebecca's lips upturned slightly as she gazed at the view. She said, "It takes a lot of guts to open your own business. And if last night is an indicator, you'll do quite well for yourself."
"Thank you. I don't mind hard work. I find it...fulfilling. It gives me purpose."
"Many young people rely on their parents for everything. It must have been scary moving to Switzerland."
"It's not been easy, that's for sure. I'm pleased that my services were appreciated by you and your guests."
Rebecca turned from the window and looked at her. "Do you enjoy it, Lilly? Serving others?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Fulfilling their hunger?"
"Yes, Mistress. Without a doubt. I am not sure why, but I've always been a people pleaser."
"There is nothing wrong with that. God wired us all differently. Personally, I don't care if people like me or not. But they do need to respect me."
Lilly had already figured that out and nodded. "I discovered my interest in food when I was 19. I spent a lot of time at home and didn't have many friends. Cooking was an...escape, I suppose."
"Doing what you love is very important, Lilly. Some people go their entire lives never knowing what they were meant for. I'm glad you discovered who you were at a young age. I thoroughly enjoy what I do."
Lilly wondered what that might be and then thought about the Vatspalts for a moment. She said, "I knew this family a few years back. They really helped me understand the kind of person I am." Her mind flashed to the gang bang in Northern California.
Rebecca was standing in front of Lilly again. "Sometimes all it takes is coming across the right people. It can change your life."
Nodding, Lilly said, "I agree." She thought of being the Vatspalts' plaything. It was only after they left the U.S. that Anna Vatspalt revealed how they came to be in Lilly's life. They had purposely selected her and pulled her into their embrace, building her self confidence through the exposure of her body. Over time, they opened her mind, eyes and legs to a world of physical pleasure she never knew existed.
The redhead smiled, took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Lilly's. "Would you like me to tell you about last night?"
Lilly was nearly desperate to hear every detail, but how could Rebecca know this? Was she giving off an aura? Was Rebecca picking up on it? Saying nothing, Lilly took another long drink. Her head was already beginning to feel light from the alcohol. Her panties were damp and sticky; Claire needed attention.
Obeying Rebecca was a good thing. If she listened to the story, perhaps Mistress Tallenger would find it in her heart to write the check for last night. "Yes, Mistress." Then she bowed her head.
"That's my Good Girl." Lilly kept quiet but her heart skipped a beat. She liked being a Good Girl. She had been the Vatspalt's Good Girl and doing so resulted in a complete life change. "Take a seat."
Lilly clamored up on the nearest barstool. Never forgetting the training she received from the Vatspalts, she sat with her legs open and she caught Mistress Tallenger gazing at her special place. Lilly was reminded again that if she had adhered to the directions in the email, the woman would have been able to see Claire. Maybe she would have received the $15,000 she so desperately needed.
Financial considerations aside, the desire to please Rebecca was strong and was an emotion she had not felt since her time with the Vatspalts. Opening her legs a bit more, she wiggled her bottom to draw the jeans into the crease of her sex. It was the best she could do and she hoped Rebecca noticed.
Rebecca twirled the crop as she spoke. "As I walked back in here, Hanna ran right into me. She had escaped from the others and was almost out the door when I caught her. She screamed, and kicked, and fought, but she was no match. The little thing hardly weighs 100 pounds and it wasn't long before the other women had her spread across the table. That's when we got busy with your knives."
Lilly took a last swig of her drink and before she could set the glass down Rebecca started making another. "It took a few minutes to get her dress off, but when that was done it was just a matter of slicing her corset open." Rebecca laughed. "My lady friends couldn't wait to attend to Hanna's tits." Her lip pooched. "They weren't very gentle and I almost felt sorry for the poor thing." Winking, she grinned. "Almost." Sliding the drink across the bar, she walked around to stand close to Lilly as they talked.
Still twirling the crop as she spoke, Rebecca landed it lightly on Lilly's thigh. It was playful and light and Lilly let loose a small giggle. Rebecca grinned and let the crop slide down between Lilly legs. The pressure of the flat tip against her sex was so light that Lilly wasn't even sure it happened. She looked between her legs just as Rebecca swept the crop away. "Yes, Hanna's quite a little troublemaker; very accomplished for a 19-year-old." Missed her age by a year, thought Lilly as she took another long drink.
Rebecca went on, "Lilly, she was wet! Once we got the dress off and opened her legs, we saw her underpants were nearly dripping." Her green eyes flashed, perfect bright-white teeth shone. "But panties are a big no-no." She wagged her finger. "Everyone knows my pets are forbidden to wear underpants. A pet's pussy is to be accessible at all times."
Lilly closed and crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs. The skimpy panties she wore put up little resistance as the thick denim worked itself between Claire's lips; the roughened material sliding over her clit. Her arousal was mounting feverishly. She hoped Mistress Tallenger wouldn't notice.
Rebecca noticed but kept it to herself. She said, "The girls tore her panties off and administered a proper spanking to her cunt. They didn't stop until I felt it looked appropriately...red." Lilly's special place had been spanked a few times by the Vatspalts. Although arousing - Claire slobbered when it happened - it didn't feel good. But it did leave a lasting impression.
Rebecca continued, "I told Robert he could go first." Rebecca nodded her head in the direction of the rack hanging on the wall. "He selected the ivory handled stick." Lilly saw the cue, noticed it was deeply carved with ridges and crevices. It would not have been easily accepted.
Her special place stirred.
"He told Hanna that it wouldn't hurt a bit." Chuckling while gazing at the table, Rebecca shrugged. "And then, well, he began fucking her with it. He was...purposeful...in its...insertion. Hanna begged me to make him stop." Rebecca looked insulted. "Well, what could I do, Lilly? The girl had shown up late to my party and had the gall to wear panties. Defiance must always be met with...encouragement...not to disobey again. Wouldn't you agree?"
Lilly swallowed hard and took another drink. "Yes, Mistress."
Lilly's voice was echoed by another, smaller, voice across the room. "Yes, Mistress."
Lilly looked up and saw Hanna standing in the doorway. Her long blond hair was bed-head messy and held back from her pretty face by two barrettes. She was wearing only a big tee shirt that fell just below her hips. There was a cartoon of a dog printed on the front. The girl yawned and rubbed her eyes. When she did, the shirt lifted, exposing a pair of simple pink cotton panties. Hanna dropped her hand and stood staring. She had obviously been sleeping off last night.
"Come in here, dear," said Rebecca, "There's someone I want you to meet."
Hanna padded across the floor gingerly, with her legs slightly bowed. Lilly noticed she was wearing pink socks, one was pulled up; the other scrunched down around a petite ankle. Her round face was angelic with wide-set bright blue eyes, and a pert, slightly upturned nose kissed with a flourish of freckles. Her features were soft and lacked the hard angles of Rebecca's classical looks. She had a small mouth with full lips. Without makeup she hardly looked her nineteen years.
Hanna approached the bar and stood in front of them. She placed her hands behind her back and bowed her head. Rebecca said, "Hanna, this is Lilly. Do you remember her?"
"She served dinner last night, didn't she, Mistress?"
"You may look at us," Rebecca said.
Hanna looked up at Lilly as Rebecca strode around her, the horsewhip dangling from her fingers. "That's right, sweetheart," she said, stroking the girl's hair. "I was telling Lilly about the party after she left. Do you know what I mean?"
Hanna's brow furrowed. "Yes, Mistress."
"You may introduce yourself."
"Of course, Mistress." Another yawn, "It's nice to meet you, Lilly." She put a dainty hand out. "My name is Hanna."
Lilly remained utterly still. Thoughts of belonging and possession and submission raced through her mind. Taking Hanna's hand in her own, she said, "It's nice to meet you, too."
"Anyway, girls, enough with the pleasantries," said Rebecca. "Hanna, remove your shirt."
"Yes, Mistress." Without so much as a flinch, Hanna crossed her arms around the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head. She held it in one hand then let it drop to the floor in a cotton heap.
Rebecca beamed. "Do you see how well she obeys, Lilly?"
Lilly looked away, instinctively trying to maintain the younger girl's modesty. "Yes, mistress."
"You could learn something about obedience from this little one."
It was degrading, but Lilly knew the correct answer. "Yes, Mistress."
A warm breeze came up off the lake just then, billowing the silk drapes into the room. The far-off sounds of motor boats on the lake combined with the drone of the city below seemed to scream in her ears. Her skin tingled and her vision blurred. It was not an unwelcome experience.
"Come now, Lilly, Hanna's a beautiful girl. I asked her to undress so you could see what she looks like."
Lilly took a deep breath and faced Hanna, who stared sleepily back. Lilly took in the girl's body and was impressed. Though smaller than Lilly's breasts, the girl was bustier than how she presented in last night's gown. Hanna was more likely a C than a generous B, with light-pink, half-dollar-sized areolas that were round islands topped by outward-pointing nubs that stood proudly.
The younger girl's hips and waist were narrow -- no surprise given her age - and her tummy was flat. Her thighs had some shape to them, allowing a little heart-shaped gap of light to poke through below her pussy. She had lovely pale skin that had a random freckle here and there. Lilly could see no tattoos but she did notice the girl's breasts had the telltale signs of a recent "lesson in encouragement." Light pink stripes criss-crossed both mounds.
Rebecca spoke as she wrapped one arm around Hanna's waist. "Hanna, you are never to wear panties and you know this. Why must I always repeat myself?"
Hanna looked surprised. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she said. "They were on my bed this morning." Stammering, the girl slid a hand over her special place. "It's just that I'm awful sore...you know...down here."
"That was the point of last night, dear. Do you recall?"
Hanna bowed her head. "Yes, Mistress."
"Then do tell."
"To punish me."
Rebecca made doe eyes and pooched her lower lip, as if Hanna was the most pathetic creature on earth. Lilly wanted to slap the woman. "It wasn't a punishment, sweet girl," said Rebecca. "It was an opportunity to learn."
"Yes, Mistress."
"The panties were placed on your bed to explore your understanding of the rules in my house."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And you know the rules, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Hanna, did I explain the rules to you last night?"
Hanna's lip trembled. "Yes, Mistress."
"Did you understand them?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Repeat them, please."
"Your pets are not to wear underpants." Hanna was sniffling now. Her body hitched and her breasts jumped. Lilly noticed the girl's nipples were hardening. The pink coronas had darkened a shade or two.
Rebecca curled a finger into the waistband of Hanna's panties. She pulled and snapped it against the young girl's tummy. Hanna flinched and pinched her eyes shut. "Are you wearing underpants?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Did you fail the test?"
"Yes, Mistress." Hanna was shivering. Her eyes remained downcast.
"Did you learn anything from last night, young lady?"
Hanna's lips were pinched and her cheeks were pink. Tears filled her eyes and one escaped, trickling down her face until it dangled from her chin. She sniffled and it fell. "No, Mistress."
"Which billiard cue should I use?
Hanna looked up, eyes wide; full of fear. "Please don't, Mistress! Please don't."
"Perhaps Lilly can select it for you."
Both women turned toward her. Hanna appeared terrified. Her head was shaking. Rebecca was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Lilly said nothing.
Rebecca shrugged. "What am I to do, Hanna? The rules must be followed." Running her hand up the girl's torso, she cupped Hanna's breast. Thumbing the nipple, she dug her fingers into the pinked flesh and Hanna winced. "I'm afraid another lesson is in order."
Hanna looked up at Rebecca with big wet eyes and shook her head. "No Mistress, please don't. I'll...I'll take them off right now." Lilly had begged to undress only moments earlier and she realized Rebecca's ability to hold control over others was beyond impressive. It seemed as if the woman held all the cards, regardless of the situation.
"Hanna, please don't make this any harder on either of us. You are well aware of the rules governing my pets."
Hanna shook her head. Her eyes were pleading. "Yes, Mistress, but..."
Rebecca's smile was warm, genuine. "I'll tell you what, sweet girl, you can pick the cue stick. Any of them is fine with me." She twirled the riding crop, making it whistle softly. Her tone was one of resignation, as if she had just given in to a tremendous chore.
"No Mistress. Please don't make me."
"But you must, baby girl. You must. You are quite a disobeying little pet and disobeying little pets must be shown the error of their ways. Isn't that right?"
Hanna bowed her head and sniffled. "Yes, Mistress."
"So please go make your choice."
Hanna's voice was small. "No, no! Please don't make me."
Rebecca chided. "You will do as I say or you'll find yourself in the dungeon." And to emphasize her point, the redhead took a firm grab of Hanna's breast. She began squeezing it brusquely; pumping it so that the nipple stoodfully erect. Hanna mewed pathetically but made no effort to get away.
Lilly watched as Hanna's expression changed from pleading to downright fright. But still the younger girl made no attempt to escape. Lilly wanted to make Rebecca stop, but she felt that might be a very bad idea. And what could she really do? She had no right to do or say anything here. More intriguing still was that watching Rebecca torment the girl's breast was actually enjoyable. So she said nothing and paid very close attention.
"I am waiting, Hanna." She twisted Hanna's nipple and the girl pulled back but didn't twist away. "Does this feel good?"
"No, Mistress." Her eyes were pinched.
"Are you going to do as I say?"
"Yes, Mistress. Please stop!"
Rebecca released Hanna's flesh. "Now go over there, pick out the stick and climb up on the table."
Sniffling, Hanna slowly walked to the wall and looked at the rack. Reaching for a smooth cue, Rebecca said, "Not that one, sweet girl."
"But you said I could pick any one I wanted."
"Yes, you must pick one, but for such insolence, I am modifying the selection process. It's important you learn something from this. Please select a different one."
Every other stick was heavily engraved and it took Hanna a full minute to finally select one. Whimpering, she took it to the table, laid it on the green felt and climbed up.
"Yes, that's my Good Girl. Closer to the edge and open your legs." Hanna scooted around until her feet touched the edge of the table and spread her thighs widely. Lilly spied a dark wet spot on Hanna's crotch. The panties had pulled into her groove, deftly defining the girl's sex.
"Come over here, Lilly," Rebecca said as she rubbed the tip of the cue stick into a little cube of chalk. Lilly slid off the seat and took up position next to Rebecca, her eyes locked on the stricken girl. Hann's tummy was heaving. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was pinched. The girl's nipples were pinpricks.
Rebecca leaned over the table and slid the cue through her fingers as she spoke. "Lilly, dear, I want you to go home and read the contract you signed. I think you will find it very enlightening." Rebecca pressed the tip of the pool cue into the middle of the wet spot on Hanna's panties. Slowly twisting it, Hanna moaned. "While you do that, I'm going to spend the afternoon with this little trouble maker." Pulling the cue back a few inches, Lilly saw a dark blue circle of chalk on Hanna's panties. Rebecca replaced the cue and pushed a little deeper, shoving the panties inside Hanna's pussy.
Hanna whimpered. "Please be gentle, Mistress."
"Shush, now dear. I'm speaking with Lilly." Pushing harder, Hanna balled her small hands into fists and grunted, but otherwise kept quiet. Rebecca looked at Lilly. "Once you've had a chance to read it, please let me know if you have any questions."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Otherwise, I expect to see you back here no later than Tuesday." Lilly had no intention of coming back and said nothing.
Hanna grunted again when Rebecca applied more pressure. "I think you know the way out, Lilly."
"Yes, Mistress." She gathered up her knives and walked to the front door. As she stepped outside, she heard Hanna squeal and quickly pulled the door closed.
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