The Hunting of Tregarth
by Felicia
Chapter 3
"Felicia, you realize that this is not a learning excursion, don' t you?" Marsha's eyes with their unique golden flecks practically glowed with her concern. She wiped her eyes with her injured hand, evidence of the seriousness right before her. The stump of her severed finger didn't ache, but she stared at the bloodstained bandage. It had been a long time since any had dared to raise a hand against her, let alone come into her sanctuary to attack her; but that was Trevor Tregarth, she told herself ruefully. He was not one given to understatements.
Felicia hopped down from Ute's shoulders, gracefully landing by Sue-lin,who gave her a narrow look at such showing off. "I've been there before, Auntie," she said, picking up her shift from the floor and tossing it over her thick black hair. "And as you can see, I have survived quite well! " She turned and gave Sue-lin a kiss which wiped the scowl from her face, then reached under her shift, pushing out her breasts and smiling. "Of course , I have to admit, I have changed just a little bit since then!"
Marsha smiled at her niece/nephew, nodding as she came closer, her good arm shooting out in a blur, a blue steel blade appearing like magic, gleaming edge held against Felicias' nipple. She used the arm bar, turning towards Sue-lin, Felicia in front. Marsha released her hold, and the knife vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "That move would've never worked on Tregarth, my little show-off! And Sue-lin would already be dead!" Marsha smiled at Felicia, as she went to a drawer and pushed one of the recessed horse figures on the silver repousse insert. A felt- covered wooden tray shot out, with a bottle of cordial and crystal tumblers.
Ute came up and gently pulled her Mistress away, setting her into an overstuffed chair. "Sit, Mein Queen! You are not as able as you think, eh?" Ute went to the tray, expertly taking the decanter and pulling the top, sniffing at the contents. "Ja. Gut. Ist nein Kirshswaasser, but twill do!" Ute gave a small bow, handing the first tumbler to Marsha with a smile, then indicating that Sue-lin and Felicia might take theirs from the tray. Felicia did so eagerly, turning and offering Sue-lin a glass first, with head down and eyes averted. Sue-lin nodded, not smiling but inwardly pleased that the girl had not forgotten all of her training---and the little thing was a telepath as well, but had never told her or the Sisters about it! Sue-lin made a mental note that Felicia's cute little ass would pay for that deception.
"Listen to me, Niece!" Marsha sipped and then turned her gaze directly on Felicia until she had her attention. "You will be going as a girl this time, and one who is not even close to having her majority so that society would allow her some freedom! It is an interesting time, Dear; knowing your penchant for flowing robes and loose, minimal underwear, I doubt if you will be very happy!" Marsha smiled, a contained smile which Felicia had seen before, when she was with Ute and her aunt at Happy Mounds: back then, it was usually the precursor to being forced to wear some particularly odious item of baby clothing, or Ute administering a forced "vitamin" cocktail, anally or orally.
"Knowing the period as I do, you will have to have an escort, and she must be with you constantly. There are many perils to a young girl in that period besides Tregarth!" Marsha nodded to a young heshi standing in the doorway. She entered, carrying a large garment bag which smelled of preservatives and heavily zippered, curtsying to Marsha and then Ute, before bending over and laying it down. Plastic and starched fabric crinkled as she rose, and with a gesture from her Mistress, exited.
"Open the bag, Sue-lin," Marsha said . "You will be taking the trip with Felicia, and might as well get used to dressing her in the proper clothing. It's a good thing, too---I would worry about her running wild in London with some of the scalawags that infest that period if you weren't with her!"
Felicia watched her Mistress jump to the bag with a smile, eagerly sorting out the contents, most of which made her flinch. She started to think twice about her earlier volunteering.
Sue-lin gave a little laugh of triumph, holding up several thick lengths of swaddling cotton, multi-layered and absorbent. A second arm thrust into the bag, coming out with a three pairs of childrens pantaloons, lace trimmed and made from thick brown India rubber. Sue-lin's grin widened, holding on to them and then pulling three sets of heavy duty safety pins, which featured an ivory angel at the clasp. "Not to worry, Mistress Marsha---my little trouble will not be breaking discipline this trip! I have everything here that she needs---if I remember my history correctly, I shall also be able to get some glass feeding bottles, so that her diet remains in place!"
Felicia groaned. If Sue-lin kept her in those antique baby outfits, she wouldn't be able to so much as move at a fast crawl, let alone run anyone down. She turned , face red and flushed---"Auntie, I'm not going to….."
Sue –lin came up behind her grinning, thrusting a painted wooden pacifier with a huge rubber nipple into Felicias' mouth, cutting off the protests. "There, little trouble---now you are quiet!" Grabbing the shift of her charge, Sue-lin pulled, putting a hand on the protesting girls' shoulders and forcing her down to the floor, kneeling beside her while spreading her legs and putting the thick diapercloth under wriggling cheeks. She took a small bottle of baby powder from her dress, and liberally dusted Felicia with it before deftly gathering and pinning the sides. "Where we going, well bred ladies often wear diaper! Sanitation bad, and too many clothes, heya?" Taking a pair of the rubber pants in hand, Sue-lin dusted the insides with powder. One leg at a time, she pushed Felicia into them, lifting her slightly as she tugged the waistband up and over the white cloth and exposed belly button. "There! Now stand and be still, little missy so we get you dressed!" Sue-lin smiled, enjoying the sound her hand made slapping Felicia on her rubber covered rump.
Felicia grimaced, mouth fully stuffed as Sue-lin took a beautifully worked linen shift and tugged it over her head, smiling at the wide shoulder straps. She smoothed the fabric so that it fell well below her charges knees. Turning around to the pile of garments behind her, Sue-lin held up a full belled pair of pantaloons, which she coaxed on Felicias' legs and tucked in underneath the linen shift. Gaily colored blue and pink ribbands were visible on Felicias' calves, and she sighed as her Mistress continued dressing her. "Now this is a pretty for my Pretty, eh?" Sue-lin grinned again , adding a silk and ribbon festooned full chemise with ties over the first shift., fastening and humming as she secured the second covering.
"And now comes the part I could never get used to, no matter how many times I cross over!," Marsha said with a smile. "I have heard that the practice of lacing is a lost art; for my part, it can stay that way, pun intended!" Marsha watched with amusement as her niece was slowly secured into a late nineteenth century corset, inch by inch taking an already buxom figure and forcing it into a shapely hourglass. Felicia's mouth, though full, uttered several outraged gurgles in protest, which brought chuckles from her Aunt and Ute, and an admonitory slap from Sue-lin, whose knee was digging into her charges' backside. The thick laces went from eyehole-to-eyehole as she worked, pulling the reinforced stays and triply brocaded fabric layers together in the Victorian prison which every woman in the Realm endured daily. Sue-lin used all her strength and skill, molding Felicia like malleable clay; she would make her little troubles' figure perfect, for the eyes of her own Trainer and Mistress were upon her.
"You do not seem to mind when others here are put into them," Ute said with a grin. "I am sure that almost all of the heshes we train would agree with your sentiments!" Ute had witnessed many forced fittings of corsets upon less than willing subjects at Happy Mounds, and many of them had been recorded on video for their amusement. The looks upon formerly male faces while they watched their chests turn into breasts and belly padding turn into rounded hips was priceless.
"Yes, but then again, if they'd had a little more empathy and lived a bit more quietly, they would not have been sent here to us, Ute!" Marsha laughed , emptying the -goblet of brandy and nodding approval to Sue-lin, who had just finished buttoning and lacing . Felicia stood there in a bottle green dress, with the coiffure and look of the perfect Victorian young lady, except for the incongruity of the pacifier perched in her red lipped mouth. Gurgles of protest still issued from her, but she stood stock still. "Be grateful, Niece," Marsha said smiling. "Had Tregarth chosen a few years later, you would be wearing a bustle, also! If you think that corsets and petticoats are confining, try adding iron and whalebone hoops with brocaded cloth hanging on your ass!"
Sue-lin stepped back, admiring her work. "Ahhhh-very good—now you are ready, little trouble!" She stooped over the remaining pile of clothing, picking it up and getting ready to stuff it into a travel bag.
Ute's large hand stopped her, and turned her around. "Now, mein little pastry, it's your turn! You cannot travel backwards looking like that!"
Sue-lin looked up at Ute, sputtering, but her Nordic Mistress would have none of it. "Nein---no protests and no arguing! Strip, little one, schnell !!"
Marsha motioned for Felicia, who came and sat beside her aunt as Sue-lin quickly took off her gown, panties and socks, standing proudly before them, with a haughty sniff. Ute repeated the dressing procedure, with outer clothes suitable for a high servant of the period.
"It seems that your new Mistresses agree with my methods of keeping you silent, Felicia!" Marsha put her hand in her nieces' hair, gently pulling her face upwards, so that her pouting lips and the pacifier were in full view. "Will you promise to listen like a big girl if I take it out, little chatterbox?" Marsha released the buckles and straps, pulling the large nipple from her nieces' mouth.
"This is where the two of you will be staying, this time!" Marsha pulled out a photograph of a large hotel, fronted by a main thoroughfare which had broughams and hansoms drawn by horse travelling by. "Not quite Tottingham Court, but close enough to the West End that you will not have to worry about cutpurses and gangs! My people are already in place. You two will familiarize yourselves with your surroundings, make your contacts and then report back here when you find Tregarth---you will not engage him under any circumstances! Is that clear?"
Sue-lin walked up to Marsha, now appropriately dressed in a brown version of Felicias' dress, minus the frills and trims, her lovely face half hidden by the lace travel bonnet. "Certainly, Mistress. It is understood." She turned and frowned at Felicia, waiting for her charges' reply.
"Yes, Auntie," she said, gliding beside Sue-lin with a smile. No one saw her small fingers crossed behind her back.
Marsha sighed, still not liking the idea, but knowing that she had little in the way of alternatives at hand. "Very well, then. Go."
Felicia grinned, and went over to the couch . laying down and taking the photograph of their hotel and placing it upon her chest. Sue-lin joined her upon the couch, smiling.
"Sue-lin, your hands are cold!," Felicia said softly, feeling the smaller womans fingers as they dug their way past the frills, cloth and rubber to rest on the flesh inside.
"Hush, little trouble," Sue–lin replied, with a smile, plunging her hands even further. "You will warm them as we travel, and I am assured that I will not lose you on the way!"
Felicia heard, and closed her eyes, concentrating as the two of them faded from view.
The first thing which occurred to Sue-lin was that her nose was not functioning properly. She inhaled, a deep breath, testing and sampling, her eyes still closed. The aromas of fresh horse dung, cookfires on the street, smoke and fog in the air, and most of all the press of a largely unwashed and unscented surge of humanity hit her like a mallet.
"By the thousand Gods of my home, we're really here!" Sue-lin opened her eyes, taking in the chock-a-block construction, with multi-level houses and taverns interspersed with what appeared to be huge, windowless warehouses. The constant smoke rising from uncountable chimneys blended with the fog, making it hard to even discern what time of day it was. Giving a quick look upwards, Sue-lin saw the sun gleaming dully like an illuminated copper disc through the haze. She quickly drew Felicia even closer to her, hugging her tightly while she marveled at her senses being overpowered by the new environment; with all of the smoke, haze and ordure about her, her body knew immediately that the constant industrial poison which permeated her home was not present here. The air was full of scents, but breathing was like the taste of fine wine. She found herself leaning against two large steamer trunks, piled one atop the other, both well away from the small wooden sidewalk and curb. "My little pest, you've done it!" Sue-lin gave her charge a small, affectionate pinch through the layers of cloth.
"Yes, we're here," Felicia said, smiling a little at her Mistress' amazement. Traveling used to be a common thing for her, until her Aunt's forbidding it. Still, she made the occasional foray, usually at night, and then only for a few furtive luxuries which she could not get elsewhere. "But listen, Sue-lin: you must not speak directly to me, and certainly not in your usual tone of command! It would give us away –
"-immediately, despite our clothing!" Felicia grinned upon seeing the two huge steamer trunks. "Leave it to my Auntie, though---it doesn't look as if we shall be short of clothing and accessories, does it?"
Felicia stepped back with a shiver, suddenly noticing the huge form of the man beside her. He grinned, showing what would have been a fair smile had it not been for the gaps in his mouth and several discolored, rather rotten looking wooden teeth. His head bobbed up and down, as he touched his hand to his forehead, where he was almost totally bald.
"Yer pardon, Lady, to be sure," he said in a deep voice, as crusty as the salt covered ropes he'd probably worked with not too long ago. "Ahm sorry to startle ye; Big Rob I am, 'ere to 'elp ye with yer things to get inside!" He turned for a moment, giving a piercing whistle, then used his hands to direct two smaller versions of him who showed up like magic from the fog.
The first steamer trunk was lifted and hauled up the waiting set of marble steps, which apart from the street and surroundings, gleamed with a clean white shine, maintained without a doubt by the unsmiling porter/guard who stood glaring out at the general public. He looked at Felicia, the glacial chill of his features softening immediately. "Good Afternoon, MiLady Mounds. Your rooms are ready." He snapped his fingers at the trio of help who were struggling the steamer trunks up the steps. "The Lads will see that your items are brought upstairs and safe! Welcome to the Leakey Armes!"
Felicia smiled from beneath her sun hat, looking up at the four story Hotel, which proudly displayed its name, LEAKEY ARMES HOTEL, in large letters of golden gilt, with a smaller case beneath reading : Jolley, Welle, Rogere, Props. "well, never let it be said that Auntie doesn't have a sense of humor, I really wonder---"
"HAIIIIII-yahhhh!!" Felicia turned and saw one of the porters gasping as his face went a delicious shade of red. He simultaneously clutched his crotch and hopped violently away from Sue-lin , looking like a scalded toad. Sue-lin, smiling wickedly, fingers of her right hand held rigid for another thrust, flowed after him, eyes glowing. Her quest to add another male scalp to her belt was interrupted by the simple expedient of the victim rising up into the air, like a scaffolding in reverse.
"Ere, now ya bloody get!! Odd's head, what the ell's a matter with ye?" Big Bob emphasized each word with a rough shake and a resounding openhanded slap across his subordinates' face. That worthy shook like a rat in a terriers' grip, his eyes going in different directions, finding his tongue.
"Bob!" SLAP! "Bob, ere, now,,,," SLAP !! "I aint done nuffin…."SLAP! "all I did wuz …." SLAP…." to get a feel of that wogs' cunny"….SLAP !!
"Hold him, Bob, there's a lad," said the glaring headman, who made his way down the stairs, pulling a small taws out from his overjacket. He went up to the struggling smaller man and laid about smartly, the taws resounding as it met flesh. "T'was not enough that we saved yer hide and had ye kiss the mast on the Golden Starfish, eh Smurch? Now ye will try and get us all sacked by God? Ye stupid clot!"
Sue-lin watched in fascination, enjoying her firsthand experience with a genuine Victorian beating she'd only read about beforehand. A gleam came into her eyes, and she was tempted to feel pity for the small fellow, but remembered his hands thrusting themselves moments before into her most private area, and sat back grinning instead.
The beating was interrupted by the intrusion of a tall, clean cut young man who without any hesitation threw himself into the fray, oblivious to the damage it might cause to his freshly pressed and tailored suit. He flailed about him as well, but each blow was calculated and measured, putting a quick end to each of the porters, who dropped the unfortunate Smurch to the wooden sidewalk, and looked at the newcomer with heads down and eyes averted. It was clear that in the Leakey Armes, this was the top of the food chain.
"So, is this any way to greet our guests, Lads? I struggle with the bobbies and the rat packs of ursurers coming at us from all sides to keep the place afloat, and I find that even such a simple thing as bringing in the Lady's luggage cannot be done without a scene!" The young man looked with disdain at the Headman, who still held the taws in his hand. "And I look to you, Goldie Brawn, to keep things like this from happening! Am I wrong in assuming that is one of your functions?"
The headman addressed as Goldie kept his eyes downcast and nodded. "Aye Sir. Tis sure yer right, but Smurch, there, he went and……"
The young man turned his gaze to the sprawling form of Smurch on the ground and sighed softly. "I am aware of Smurch and his proclivities, Goldie---dock him a day's pay and confine him to quarters for three weeks. And for the Love of God, get these steamer trunks out of the street so our guests can enter!" He turned to Sue-lin, gave her a cursory smile and saw that no real damage had been , then saw Felicia moving out of the way as the men bent to the trunks and heaved them up again. "I'm certainly sorry for this, M'aam, and I assure you that it will not happen again, my name is…."
Felicia stepped closer, smiling and tipping her hat a bit. "I know who you are, Fletcher Shemussel. It's good to see you again!"
The young man's face did a comical carnival of changes in the next few seconds, finally settling on sheepishness. "Miss Felicia? Is that really you?----My God in Heaven, but you were just a wisp of a thing when I saw you last and…"
Felicia smiled, edging closer. "Well, it would certainly help the identification process if you were to raise your eyes a bit above my bodice, now wouldn't it, Fletcher?" Felicia stood at his side, close enough now that she could smell and see this friend of her Aunt, and liking it---Fletchers' rugged boyish-ness reminded her of a young cougar she'd -seen in the zoo once, all muscle and whipcord. "But I'd much rather that we talk inside, if you don't mind? The street is hardly the place to discuss just how much I've changed!"
Fletcher straightened up, and turned, again every inch the manager. "Bob!—get these trunks inside, Room 221 "B", East Wing! Hop to it, Lads!"
Big Bob rapped his forehead with a knuckle, then leaped to his end of one of the trunks, relying on his other two worthies to take up the rear, whilst Goldie Brawn leapt ahead of them, clearing the way and propping the entry doors wider. "Ye heard the man, Lads---hurry it up! Don't stand there gaping like a bangtail waiting on the catsmeat man!"
Felicia took the first two steps lightly, glad to be finding her room and possibly a meal, when she heard a sighing entreaty of sorts from Smurch, who had his hands full with the trunk, but whose neck apparently swiveled, and saw Sue-lin smiling evilly and advancing towards his rear. Felicia clapped her hands abruptly, twice, and motioned to her side. "Come here, Ling-ling! Now!"
She advanced up the steps, not looking behind her, and smiling as Fletcher offered his arm. "So sorry about my girl, Sir---she's but recently come from the Crown Colony, and is not entirely used to civilized ways!" Felicia heard Sue-lin give a soft hiss as she fell in behind, and grinned.
Felicia inhaled deeply, and couldn't help reaching out, touching everything about their room. "Room" was inadequate a description—every piece of furniture was of good, solid gleaming wood, burnished to shine like a jewel. Oak, cherry, and walnut, all richly burled and carved to please the eye, including the massive four poster bed in the far corner of the room. Felicia found that her feet, and Sue-lins' were barely visible, sinking almost to the ankle in the dark wine-red carpeting. Settees were everywhere, their tops covered with blue and white hotel chinaware, from which savory smells wafted forth. Even the walls were beautiful, covered not with paint, but with elaborate whorls of coral plaster, softly illuminated by gas sconces shedding their light from thick worked glass and brass fittings.
Felicia moved to one of the settees, bending as much as the corset would allow to try and remove the cover from a large china bowl---she was almost positive that she could smell the cinnamon and apple seasonings of fresh rice pudding. She pried at the top with one of her nails, then jumped back, hands going to her rump.
"Oooohhh—ouch! Sue-lin, what in the world?" Felicia tried to get away, but was no match for her Mistress, finding herself forced to her knees as strong, slender fingers twined themselves in her hair. Sue-lin lifted up, raising her charge slightly, so that the –
-taws she'd acquired had a fair expanse of cloth and corset covered bottom to land on. She hauled back, smiling as she gave Felicia another whacking, relishing the chance to use her full strength without fear of damaging her charges' delicate posterior.
"You think this is bad, little trouble? Just wait until I get you out of all these clothes and properly prepared!" Thwacck!!! The taws made contact again, with Felicia now able to feel the stinging. She struggled, to no avail, and opened her mouth to protest, oblivious to the thickness of the walls, which were meant for silence. Smiling, Sue-lin pushed the large pacifier between Felicias' lips, making sure that the large rubber nipple completely filled her mouth and rested upon the tongue, making anything but gurgling possible. "Good, now we continue, one blow for each item of clothing we remove!"
Sue-lin reached behind Felicia, undoing the fine buttons and ties of her dress, taking the time to pull it slowly over the girls' head, then folding it carefully. She saw that the girl had not broken position, and smiled. "Most good, Little Missy! So, I am servant, eh?" Thwaackk!!—the taws came across Felicias's backside, making the chemise material shiver, as it transmitted the blow through the corset and the fine linen.
"Hmmm---so you forget who gives you food and changes your nasty little bottom every day, eh? So I am but recently come from some Barbarian Hakka boat family in Hong Kong, eh?" Sue-lin pulled the chemise over Felicia's head, noting that the pantaloons and corset allowed her easy access to the exposed flesh not covered by the diapers and rubber panties. Thwaackkkk!!---the taws landed again, but with considerably less force, in a broader stroke, stinging Felicias' available flesh. The pacifier quivered between her lips.
Sue-lin noted with satisfaction that Felicia's flesh was a nice pink where exposed, and that the taws was most effective on her little girls' backside. Leaning her charge backwards, the taws and its blunt handle tip thrust inside the pantaloons, pushing buttons and snaps until she was able to remove them, pulling down to the ankles and off the legs. Sue-lin grinned, deciding the corset could stay on; it worked nicely on Felicia's waist, making a wonderful daily addition to her discipline. Once again, Sue-lin lifted upwards, her hands planted in thick black locks. "And of all the things to call me!—Ling–ling?---Ling-ling?" Thwaaccckkk! ---the taws came down and across, hitting Felicias' exposed ass and the India rubber panties she had on, causing more noise than actual harm. "I will give you Ling-ling!!—do I look to be a walking jade gate to you? Am I cheap pleasure toy, nothing more than a velvet clam made for mens? Heya! Ling-ling!!"
Sue-lin gave Felicia one final blow, watching as the girl stood still, and gurgling. She was not hurt, but small tears glistened about her eyes, threatening. Sue-lin clucked and then pushed her hand between Felicia's legs, checking beneath the rubber panties. "And do you not even tell me when you're wet? Has all this fresh luxury made you forget everything?" Watching Felicia waggle her head, Sue-lin smiled, deftly unpinning the wet cloth before tenderly taking the pants down and wiping with a clean cloth. She removed the pacifier from Felicias' mouth, guiding her head down and into her own opened legs.
"So! Little Trouble is wet from other things too! Give your Sue-lin love kiss, now, and pray that your tongue is as talented as your speaking! Ling-ling!! ---by the hundred gods!"
Felicia smiled, head bent and mouth open. Lips parted, her ready tongue flickered, gently burrowing until her face was engulfed and happy in compliant flesh.
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