The Hunting Of Tregarth

by

Felicia

 

Chapter Two

 

Sue-lin rammed through the double oak doors to Marsha’s bedroom, ignoring the other guards, with Felicia in tow. Both of them were scowling, ready to strike whatever threatened their Mistress and old home.

Marsha, hand well wrapped, and held close to her gowned breast, smiled thinly at her former first-girl and her charge. "You’re a bit late, Sue-lin. The bastard’s come and gone—as usual!" She laughed softly at her own joke. "But Ute can use a bit of help, I believe?" She looked at her bodyguard and chief medical clinical scientist through narrowed eyes. "I think I’ll have her concentrate a little less on the weights and a little more on her martial arts in the future; are you still available for lessons?"

Sue-lin walked over to Ute and began to untie the knotted bonds with thin, nimble fingers, noting the blade parted nightgown and the pattern of welts and bruises forming up and around Ute’s buttocks. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling thinly. "Any time, Mistress—you have but to command me and I shall be here." Her arms knotted, whipcord thin muscles bunching as she turned the large woman over, fingers dipping quickly into the mouth to remove the panty-gag. Ute rose to her knees, eyes glaring, spewing a torrent of guttural Germanic as she looked at the open window.

Marsha laughed, her voice an amused melody, incongruous in light of her wound and the rapes which had taken them both such a short time before. "Now that is a curse I have naught heard in ages, Ute! Though I doubt seriously that he would survive much further after you shoved the burning oak up his ass!" Her voice suddenly changed in timbre, as she looked over at Felicia, who with diapered rear was hampered from moving as quickly as she’d like. "Drop that weapon! Now!---and assume your proper position!"

Felicia’s eyes grew wide, but she immediately complied. The stun-rod clattered as it rolled away from her kneeling form. She looked up at her Aunt, tempted to retort , but stifled as Sue–lin came up behind her, shoving the business end of a huge pacifier in her mouth with a hand signal for silence.

"Forgive me, Mistress, " Sue–lin said . "The hishi forgets herself, but only out of concern for you! We both love you, and I allowed her to come along to help."

Marsha smiled thinly, taking Felicia’s head and looking into her nieces’ eyes with her own deep brown irises, flecked with their hypnotic gold streaks. "I take you into Happy Mounds, train you for years, even to the point of giving you to three of my best Sisters ---and still you persist in retaining vestiges of being an impulsive, hairy, ape! Would you like me to schedule you with Ute for a final operation? Perhaps that is what is needed."

Felicia shook her head, eyes wild above the pacifier, a thin stream of sweat making its way down the back of her neck, tickling her skin as it moved through thick black curls. She wanted to speak to her Aunt, to tell her what it was like, and how happy she was, but still was sorry for these impulses which took her at times—but could not, gagged as she was and held by her Aunts’ hypnotic gaze.

Sue-lin once again came to her rescue. "That, I think would be a bad idea, Mistress." She kissed Felicia on top of the head, hands firmly in the thick tresses as she pulled with savage affection. "Laura and I agree, she has the most potential we have ever seen, which comes as no surprise, given her family! And Sister Leslie!!---she would despair if you changed her little baby in that fashion!" Sue-lin smiled, her hand sliding into Felicias’ rhumbas and giving her a pinch. "Besides, she doesn’t really need another operation---if you look at Utes’ handiwork, you could almost swear she has a cleft already!"

Marsha gave a little nod, letting Felicia go, and holding up her wounded hand. "He’s taken the chip, Sue-lin. Despite all the best security, all of our careful planning, and Ute’s own surgical and implantation skills, we lost the chip!" Marsha’s good hand came down swiftly, slamming into the settee. "Twenty years of genetics, failed formulaes, and countless millions of our resource funding gone with one swipe of a blade! Damn it all, it’s not fair!" Marsha sat down on her bed, shaking slightly. She was never given over to dramatics, and turned her head away from her friends as a single tear coursed down her cheek. None but Felicia noticed it, and on her Aunts’ regal face a single tear burned into her like acid.

Sue –lin picked Felicia up and put her longwise on one of the loveseats, grinning down at her. "Wet at both ends already, eh little trouble? But your Auntie has plenty of diapers here, doesn’t she?" She reached under the loveseat, pulling out a thick napped cotton square, reinforced with double panels in the center. "My naughty little wet thing!," she said, taking Felicia’s ankles and lifting them slightly, then pulling down the rhumbas, which gathered in crinkling folds below her knees.

Marsha rose from the bed, smiling as she picked up a bottle of baby lotion, pouring some into her hand as she walked over and looked down at her niece. Pushing aside her gown , she undid a clasp on her bra, letting the cup open and her engorged nipple slide out. "You don’t mind a little help, Sue-lin? It’s been too long since you’ve brought my little precious here to visit with us!"

Sue-lin smiled, holding Felicia down with one hand while pulling the side tapes from the disposable. She saw her Marshas’ breast quivering. "So, you are still laden, Mistress?" Sue-lin moved to the left as Ute also joined them.

"Yes, and it hurts when I let them go too long," Marsha replied, waiting until the small Chinese woman lifted Felicia up again, then applying the lotion to her niece slowly, covering the entire lower area. "It’s part of the price I pay for taking your longevity potions, Sue-lin; I trade getting wrinkles for constant fecundity and insatiability!"

Ute came in closer, taking her large hand and tickling Felicia while her legs were being spread and powdered. She beamed at the transformed ‘niece’ of her Mistress. To this day, Felicia was her proudest achievement. "Ja, and now she is trying to get me to take the very same potions, Sister!" Ute slapped her ample chest and grinned, taking care to drape her gown so that most of the ravishment she’d suffered was covered. "Can you just picture these full of milk? I would need a wheelbarrow to make my rounds every day!" She took the diaper from Sue-lin, easily lifting and pinning Felicia, then pulling the panties back up to the waist, snapping the elastic leg bands with a grin. She slid her arms under Felicia, lifting her up and cradling her, moving between Marsha and Sue-lin on the loveseat. "Are you ready , Mistress?" Ute watched as Marsha finished rubbing her nipples, taking the left one first and coaxing the first few drops from it gently.

"Yes, I’m ready." Marsha took Felicias’ head gently, keeping the child immobile in the crook of her arm, then removing the pacifier. Her niece started wiggling, wideyed as the engorged nipple filled her mouth and spurted warm nourishment.

Ute watched Felicia’s cheeks bulge, and her eyes growing bigger. "She’s not swallowing, Sue-lin. "

Sue-lin grimaced at the display her charge was putting on, and leaned over Marsha’s nursing form, pinching Felicia’s nostrils closed, until the baby’s throat gurgled and moved, emptying her cheeks. Still holding the little ones’ nose, she watched her charge with narrow eyes, making sure that the suckling started before granting her air again. "We are in the process of allowing her speech, Mistress; it is obvious that the babe has something to tell you." Sue-lin turned to Felicia, speaking very softly in a tone which meant business. "And whatever the baby has to say can wait til her Auntie is ready---unless my little trouble would like to spend a couple of days in full restraints after a spanking and a total internal cleansing?"

Felicia closed her eyes, working her mouth so that the flow from her Aunts’ breast was a steady stream. She swallowed greedily, remembering the nipple like a familiar and welcome comfort. Suckling as she was, she felt her Aunt relaxing and her breathing steady. It would not do to have Sue-lin take away all of her privileges, especially speech. That had been hard earned, and she would be needing every syllable she would be permitted to utter to help her Aunt.

Ute nodded at her Sister with approval. "Personally, I am in favor of not granting them speech except for simple bodily requests until their fourth training year. And even that is dependent upon their progress and attitude. For myself, I understand their "goo-goos and ga-ga’s well enough so the pacifiers and feeder tubes stay in! Little girls should be seen and not heard!" She looked over to Felicia nursing with her Mistress and smiled. "But then, that little stinker has always been different, ever since we brought her here to Happy Mounds—I suppose we all have a soft spot for her."

Marsha shifted, keeping her nieces’ head in the crook of her arm as she took the right breast, stuffing the fully engorged nipple in Felicias’ mouth. "She has always been something special, Ute---that’s one of the reasons I let Sue-lin and her sisters take over for us. Giving a sigh of satisfaction as the pressure was relieved from her breasts, she lowered her head, covering her niece with kisses as she was suckled. Marsha looked as her nieces’ cheeks went in and out like a little bellows, and placed a hand under the rhumbas, fingering and rubbing Felicias’ shapely legs. "What’s the matter with my little cuddlebug ?," she asked. "I’ve never seen her so restless. Have you been milking her, Sue-lin?"

Sue-lin rolled her eyes, as if the question were too ridiculous to answer. "Yes Mistress—at least twice a day, most times more often." She grinned down at her charge, whose eyes were still closed, lips and cheeks working on her meal. "She is a horny little thing! No telling how stubborn she’d be if we didn’t keep her drained."

"Well, from the looks of things, she needs it a few times a day more!" A little popping sound came from the crook of her arm as Marsha withdrew her nipple from Felicia’s mouth. With deft hands, she turned her niece over her shoulder, replacing the pacifier over wiggling protests. Marsha’s hand came down in a soft slap across Felicia’s back, in a repeat rhythm derived from long practice. She tightened her grip, pressing her niece closer to her and pushing aside the thick ringlets of raven hair. She smiled at the struggles. "Come now, a little more—get that bubble up!"

Giving up, Felicia gurgled a giant burp past the pacifier, and stopped wiggling.

Marsha turned her around, smiling again. "There, now—have enough? And you’re still cute enough to eat!" She reached behind her, pulling out a large white bonnet with pink piping, festooned with lace and silk ribbons, which she placed on Felicia’s head, tying it in place with a double bow under her chin. "And now, my little chatterbox, suppose you tell Auntie what’s so impor----"

Crash! The double doors opened to a tumbling flurry of lace and frills, at the center of which was a wide-eyed caricature of a baby girl. She turned her head, frantically looking behind her, gown in tatters, and her own bonnet hanging askew , tying ribbons flying behind tightly curled brown hair.

The fleeing, over sized babe was followed by two lovely women clad in the uniform of the House. Both of them were carrying small whips and laughing wildly as they shouted at their quarry and each other in Spanish.

The baby looked at Marsha and a scowling Ute, giving a squeaking howl past a pacifier gag, and did his best to hide under a hardwood chest at the end of the room. Still crawling headfirst, he bumped into the wall, his behind and legs wriggling and kicking frantically. The heavy toes of the Pediwalkers he was wearing banged upon the floor, metal trappings of a connecting brace between them rattling in time with his labored breaths.

"Hola, Edwina!" the closest of the duo shouted. "Come to Mama, pronto!" She stopped and looked about, then turned to Marsha and Ute, giving a quick bend to one knee and greeting them.

"Ahhh, it is our Brazilian waxing team," said Ute, grinning at Marsha. "And that ragged looking excuse for a little girl is their first personal sissy, I take it?" Ute smiled thinly at the Brazilian women, acknowledging their salutes. "Carmelita, would you care to explain?"

Carmelita turned away from her pursuit, shaking a mane of tawny brown and blonde streaked hair. "Our apologies, Mistresses. We were giving Edwina a little bit of a run before we administer another lesson!" She held up a wicked looking tattooing gun with a grin. "Last night we wanted to see if she were taking to her docility sessions, and left a corridor open to look like an escape route. Edwina managed to crawl away, but was caught by a few of our Burly-girl guards! Naturally, they gave her the full slut treatment before returning her to us. Esmeralda and I are going to mark our property properly, one signature on each ass cheek, as soon as her exercise is over with! Normally we know that Mistress’ doors remain locked—we are sorry for the intrusion."

Ute nodded, watching as the two women pulled the quivering baby from the dresser, laughing as they locked a restraining collar and leash about her neck. Esmeralda secured the buckles, making sure that the gag was tightened so that no sounds escaped.

"Very well, " Ute said laughing. "Take your property and keep her exercise confined to the normal areas, please!"

Marsha nodded at the two women, trying to look stern but failing as they herded their large baby back to their quarters. Once in the hallway, the sound of whips striking a padded rump and cries of "Come little perra" were heard.

Marsha turned, with Felicia perched between her legs, pulling the pacifier from her niece’s mouth. "And now, little Chatterbox, you may speak."

Felicia wiggled free, standing up straight, hands folded behind her. She looked her Aunt directly in the eyes, feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. "Thank you. I can’t believe that the three of you are sitting here playing diaper tag with me while HE is getting away!"

Ute stood still, looking at Felicia with a small smile on her face. Sue-lin, on the other hand, immediately rose, eyes narrowed and hand raised in warning. "Little Trouble, you are about two seconds away from being placed in lock-gag!"

Marsha stopped Sue-lin with one finger raised. "Wait. Let her finish." She held her injured hand closer, then turned to her ‘niece’. "Continue, child. Please---tell me what you would have me do?"

Felicia didn’t back down, matching her Aunt’s hypnotic gaze with her own determined flashing blues. "Not you, Aunt---me! Allow me to track him and return what is yours!"

Sue-lin sputtered, not used to hearing her little girl say anything more complicated than mono-syllabic requests. Ute on the other hand, seemed to understand Felicia perfectly, and shook her head.

"No, Sweetness," Ute said. "You mean well, but we cannot let you go."

Felicia tossed her head back, red lips wide as she uttered a very un-girlish laugh. "Even after all these years, Ute, you still have no confidence in me? Who shall go, then? Auntie is already injured, and He will pick up her scent like the hound that he is! And you certainly cannot be the one!" Felicia gave her one-time keeper and teacher a knowing look. "Your very size and those eyes alone would give you away---and He knows you also!" Felicia nodded at the ripped gown Ute was wearing . "He knows you now better than ever, Ute!"

Sue-lin, had heard enough. She was puzzled at the references Felicia was making, but there was no mistaking the change in her tone. She put out her hand to grab her charge, intending to put this insolence in its place. "Come here, Little Trouble, I have…."

Felicia turned, felt Sue-lin grab her arm, then was gone, leaving Sue-lin staring at an empty frock in her hand, and diapers and panties piled on the ground in a heap.

"Over here, Mistress!" Felicia’s laughter tinkled down from the heights, as her naked form was perched upon Ute’s shoulders. Ute was smiling again, and grabbed Felicia’s ankles to prevent any further mischief. "Dot vas not nice at all, Stinkula! Stay put, Ja?"

"Very well, then, Felicia—what are you telling me? Are you tired of being with my family, and what I represent?" Marsha looked at her ‘niece’ perched upon Utes’ shoulders, and wouldn’t help but admire her own work. Except for a very slight bulge, Felicia could pass for a Sister now, even when naked.

Felicia felt Ute’s grip relaxing, and in a moment disappeared from her shoulders, reappearing before her Aunt. Looking once again directly into her Marsha’s eyes, she tossed her hair back, not bothering to cover herself—modesty before any in this place was a thing forgotten. "Never, Auntie—leave? You know very well that I love it here, and all of you as well!" Felicia cupped her breasts in each hand, admiring them with a smile. "You also know that I could have left here at any time after my sixteenth birthday and none could have stopped me!" She dropped to her knees, hugging her Aunts’ legs tightly. "I am what you see. I made my choice. I only wish to help, and you know that I am the best one you have available! Please?"

Marsha sighed, then took Felicia’s head in her hands and kissed her. "You are always my little precious girl. It seems that short of having Ute put you in restraints and cocoon you again, you are determined to go. Very well. Then we must outfit you and brief you as to what to expect and where to find him; Trevor Tregarth is not an easy prey, Felicia!"

Felicia nodded, then felt herself taken and laid back upon the couch. Sue-lin quickly spread her legs and pinned her back into diapers, clucking as she pulled the panties back up and tossed the frock over her charges’ head. "I don’t care where you think you’re going, Little Trouble, you will be decently dressed! And don’t even think of playing tricksy with me again! You give your poor Mistress a condition!"

Marsha laughed, watching Sue-lin take her niece captive. "And I have another condition for you to add, Sue-lin! You shall be going with Felicia, to keep her safe and dry! I have to allow this, otherwise you will sew yourself to her!"

Felicia chuckled, her voice rising from a cloud of baby powder. "Thank you, Auntie—but where will I be going?"

Marsha rose, shaking her hair, and picking up a piece of black cloth. It had been ripped from her assailant in an earlier struggle. "Pickering Street Tailors. Antique cotton wool weave, London, circa 1896. Learn to sing ’God Save the Queen’ in that pretty voice, Felicia : you’re going to Victorian England!"

 

 

 

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