The Hunting Of Tregarth

by

Felicia

 

The oaks and lindens which circled Happy Mounds were shrouded in shadow. Four stories high and spread out upon three of the twenty acres of grounds, the main house was shaped like an H, with business conducted in the main Hall. The side halls contained the resident housing, including the rooms of its Mistress. Inside the thick walls of one of these rooms came the muffled sounds of struggle and pain.

"Tregarth! Damn you to Hell, leave her be!" The woman screamed, knowing full well that her walls were soundproofed—she’d taken care of that item herself, lashing the workers with her tongue till she’d been satisfied. Now, swimming about in the silk sheets, and trussed like a merry holiday roast, she watched helplessly, her gown and bra torn from her shoulders, exposing her heaving breasts and shapely torso. Her hands had been tightly bound behind her, then laced into a white waist belt of thick leather. He’d finished the tie with a flourish, adding a wide ribbon bow, as if in mockery of her livelihood. A large purplish bruise marred the side of her face, growing larger by the second.

"Eh? Haven’t ye got enough sense to stay quiet, little Marshie?" Smiling, the man leaped up from his other victim, who was trussed in similar fashion, with the additional humiliation of having her panties removed and stuffed in her mouth. Giving her rump a solid smack, he turned her stomach down and wiggling across the guest couch. His tall form, clad in black jeans and tight sweater, moved swiftly, opening chests and rifling through them until he held up a large red ball gag. "Hmmmm—must be your toy chest!" He smiled again, advancing towards the ravenhaired woman who glowered at him from her bed.

The woman desperately raised herself into a semi-sitting position, back against the cool cherry wood. "I’m going to geld you and feed you your balls, you Black Irish bastard!" she said, spitting at him as he came near. Her large brown eyes were vibrant with hate, gold flecked irises following his every move.

"Aye. More than likely ye would, if I were fool enough to give ye the chance. Love!" Carefully avoiding her snapping jaws, he grabbed the furious woman by the hair, pushing the round ball into her mouth and forcing it between her white teeth and back, before securing the broad leather band with several buckles behind her head. "There we go—snug as a bug, now aren’t we?" His hand went to her breasts, fingers circling the nipples and twisting them with sardonic amusement. He pushed her down, making her turn as he thrust her face into a pile of down pillows, admiring the curves of her ass through the diaphanous fabric. Still humming, he pulled a straight razor from his pocket, holding it between his teeth as he worked the bow and lace restraint to free her right hand. Holding her wrist in an iron grip, he opened the razor with his other hand, bringing it up and across her index finger in a swift arc which cut through bone and cartilage cleanly, severing the finger at the first joint. He placed the still twitching digit in a sealed black plastic bag.

The womans’ eyes grew wide with shock, then outrage, ignoring the pain. Her lips writhed against the gag, and the man had trouble keeping her still as he sprayed the stump from a canister, filling the air with antiseptic. There was hardly any blood as the spray also contained a wound sealant. "Have to say that I’m sorry about the ball gag, Marshie—I know ye would prefer one that’s clitty shaped, but I really haven’t the time to search for it right now!" He glanced over at the other woman he’d dumped on the couch, who was wiggling wildly, her short blonde hair dripping with sweat as she hunched her back and pushed against her bonds. Ropes of muscle stood out on her back, as the nylons began to stretch.

Tregarths’ voice went across the room, soft and venomous. "Freeze, you Nordic bitch, or I’ll cut your Mistress’ throat next!" He flicked the razor in and out, making sure that the large bodyguard heard him. He watched her struggles cease with satisfaction, and wished he had more time to experiment. This was certainly an interesting place his old foe had made for herself. He got up from the bed, giving his victim a lingering caress between the legs before placing the plastic pouch in a deep pocket of his jeans.

"Well, it’s been a pleasure, Milady. Thank you again. It took me longer than I thought to finally figure out where you’d hidden the formulae chip! But as yer Mother once said at Stonehenge, ‘Alle things goode come to those who take!’---or was it at Cornwall? At any rate, farewell!"

Giving another laugh, the tall ravisher exited through the open window and disappeared into the shadows.

 

Sue-lin walked softly about the padded work table, tapping a lever with her one tiny foot as she held the syringe up in the light. "Hm-umm:twenty c.c.—should be just the right dose for you, Honeybunch!"

Lying face down, her charge turned her head to the side, grimacing as the stirrups lifted her legs wider and higher. Sue–lin’s hand came down with a resounding smack on her right cheek, following up with a quick plunge of the needle into the soft buttock. "Ouch! I hate needles, Sue-lin ! Why can’t you give me a pill?" The protest was cut short as Sue-lin pinched her charges’ nose and thrust a pink pacifier into her mouth, clucking with satisfaction as she buckled it tightly.

"There,now hush, little trouble!," Sue-lin said, smiling down at the girlish figure. "This medicine is keyed to your metabolism, and will accelerate the fat deposits to your breasts and hips!" She grabbed both of her patients’ ankles, lifting them from the table and bending the knees. "Up, up, like a good girl!" As soon as her charge complied, still grumbling, Sue-lin pushed the large disposable diaper underneath, pulling the sides up and smiling as she fastened the tapes in a cloud of powder. A light blue smock with puffed sleeves was quickly pulled over the head and tied in the back. A pair of soft white pullons with anklettes completed the outfit. Freed from the table, Felicia stood up and glanced at the full length mirror. Just great, she thought---for a four year old! But there was a noticable change in her figure, with budding hips and legs tapering down to slender ankles. And beneath the fabric of the dress, she already could feel her nipples brushing and becoming more sensitive, Now if only she were able to convince Sue-lin to let her get into something a little bit slinky……

"AYYYEEEEE!!!!". Felicia turned around quickly, watching her Mistress grab a small Tazer in response to the red alarm light blazing furiously on the wall. "Come quickly, Felicia---that is your Aunties’ room.

Felicia nodded, reaching into her white bureau and pulling out her own favorite weapon: a black titanium baton, which expanded at the push of a button into a sectioned staff with a stun tip. She took the time to throw off her shoes as she ran, ignoring her outfit as she followed Sue-lin down the hall to her Aunts’ quarters. She was past being embarrassed by her sexual partners and preferences; besides, almost every one of the girls in this wing had caressed, fed and changed her on different occasions. She ran faster, sensing danger and a displacement in the aura of the place; whoever this intruder was, there was change in the air.

 

 

 

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