BEAUTY AND THE BEASTIE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2 ]

Snowbound

Janette insisted I lead, Janette to my right, and Susan dressed in a white lace dress, thigh high lace stockings, proper highly polished black dress shoes, hair in a ponytail down her back held in place by a leather bow. Assuming what I was told was her proper place, just a step behind and beside my left side. Her head bowed, but I could see a smile from ear to ear warmed her face. I was not sure if I was showing her off, or she me. My vehicle was brought around and as they slid me into the passenger seat, all the supplies had been unloaded and Susan was slid into the rear bench seat. As I watched, Janette reached in and handcuffed Susan’s hands behind her back and secured her ankles to a set of leg cuffs that had been bolted to the middle of the rear seat floor. As I appeared to be the only one who had even paid attention to all this, I simply turned around and faced forward.

The drive back up into the small mountain valley was a pleasanter one than my previous one. Apparently, that snowstorm had been a very unusual last gasp of a hitherto mild winter and still covered the ground of my valley. Janette wrapped the cashmere car blanket around my shoulders as I climbed out of the Hummer. And after unlocking Susan, scooted her ahead to open the door and set a kettle boiling for a hot cocoa.

But when I walked into the foyer Janette rushed around me to separate two young girls rolling across the hardwood floor of the living room, each attempting to dominate the other.

She dragged them apart, and holding each by the scuff of their necks.

She yelled; “What the hell do you too girls think you are doing?”

“Mr. Charlemagne will have a very poor opinion of our females training if you too are any example.” She added as they continued to attempt to swat each other

“I was assigned to this house by the council of elders.” The young Philippine girl replied. “And was kneeling in submission in the entrance foyer ready to present myself to the master of the house as instructed.”

“I am the only girl he needs.” Susan shot back. “I can look after him without any interference.”

“If they sent her, she stays here.” Janette informed Susan. “And you, get into the kitchen and prepare your new master cocoa.” She instructed the new girl.

“I do not need this.” Roc informed the three females as he slumped to the floor.

“Are you all right, Mr. Charlemagne?” Came Janette’s voice from her anxious face sometime later.

“Yes, I guess the sudden cold as we walked in from the car was a bit more than I can take right now.” He quietly replied.

“Have a sip of cocoa and put your feet up near the fire.” She instructed now more the nurse than the assistant. A log fire had been set in the huge stone fireplace that occupied the center area of the living room. A mug of steaming cocoa and a tray of gingersnaps was quickly set on a wooden tray within easy reach of my left hand.

“Were is Susan?” I inquired after sipping from the stoneware mug.

“I set her up to cool off.” Janette informed me pointing towards the picture window looking out the back of the house towards the mountains. A few feet away, Susan hung naked spread eagle between two large pine trees from thick ropes around her thin wrists and ankles. She had a very stoic look on her pretty face, suddenly looking up towards the hillside shook her head as if to say no.

A snowball entered my view from towards the hillside and just missed her chest. Another brushed by her hips and a third hit her in the stomach. It had been only lightly rolled and splattered its contence over her hips. They had the range now and the next fullsaude all hit home.

“What the heck!” Janette exclaimed and moved towards the rear door.

“Let them have their fun.” I instructed and she turned smiling.

“It is a few of the local cross country ski team out for one last run before it all melts” She informed me. “My own boy is with them.

“Then invite them in for something hot.” I suggested.

She opened the door and waved to someone outside my view to come in. A few minuets later six youngsters and an adult female came in, relieved themselves of their ski wear, hung it up on the pegs just inside the door, and after visits to the appropriate loo, walked over to were I sat and lined up in front of me.

The boys to my right, an Aryan blonde, a mixed ancestry brown haired North American and a Latino coal black haired one. The three matched girls standing just behind and to their right. To my left, the adult female began introductions

“This is Peter, Edward and Tony, Mr. Charlemagne.” She said. Then continued with their girlfriends, Sandy, Mary and Jakitta, probably when I looked puzzled at they not being introduced, I supposed.

“Please find a spot near the fire and warm yourselves with a little hot cocoa.” I offered. The new girl appeared with a tray full of steaming mugs and they each took one before setting themselves down in front of me. Each of the girls moving to carefully kneel in the same relative place to their male as they had been when standing The adult woman alone remained standing, but moved to be near the fireplace, beside where a tense looking Janette stood.

“Your new workplace is a smash, mom,” The blond haired boy said as he moved to sit. His mother smiled, but said nothing.

“You are Roland Charlemagne the computer security genius?” The Latino boy inquired. After they had all finished their drink.

“Yes, but genius is not a word I would apply to myself. My friend Stephen Hawking for sure, but certainly not me.” I replied. “I would appreciate you not letting anyone else know I am here, though.” I added.

“The Ropeville constabulary has the thrown an impenetrable cordon around this valley.” The adult female informed me.

“You lot got through.” I replied.

“They were with me.” She said.

“And you are?” I asked.

“Ropeville Constable Nancy” She replied.

“It is time we were getting back.” She then added, but it was obviously an order as far as the kids were concerned and they all immediately moved to get dressed and out the door, post haste. My new girl house girl silently retrieved the mugs and disappeared back into the kitchen.

In few minuets, I saw them move off down slope past my window and they were gone.

Not one of them had neither commented on, nor inquired why, little nude Susan was hung spread eagle outside in the cold.

“You have a very handsome boy, Janette.” I told her as they slid past the window. “And I think it is time you brought Susan back in.”

Janette called the new girl and they both went outside and cut Susan free. She had difficulty walking, but the managed to get her back inside, across the floor and pushed her down to all fours shivering at my feet.

‘Learned your lesson?” I asked as I lifted my feet up and used her shivering back as a footstool.

“Yes master.” She replied.

“Who is it that decides what happens around her?” I added.

“You master.” She again replied.

“Crawl right over to the fire and kneel there until I tell you to move.” I ordered.

She moved backwards until her toes touched the stone base of the fireplace and then moved to be parallel with it. I knew that close the heat of the fire would soon redden her skin, but also knew she would not dare move away from it now.

I pushed myself up and walked on trembling limbs toward were Janette stood observing me punish my property.

“Have the new girl run a bath for her and then slip her into it and check her over for me please.” I asked quietly. “You do not think I would let any harm really come to the one who saved my life do you?” I added.

“You could join her in the Jacuzzi and let it soothe both of you.” She suggested. “And by that time Nikkei will have your dinner ready.”

“Works for me.” I replied.

Janette called Nikkei and each moved to one side of my weak form.

They helped me walk through the house towards the newer end. There a large Jacuzzi unit was set in the floor in a windowed room giving a sumptuous view of both the slopes of the valley to one side and out across the entire Ropeville valley the other. It was to become my favorite room during the next year, but the view had nothing to do with it.

They helped me undress and slipped me nude into the warm bubbling waters. Obviously both females had seen nude men before. They left me alone and the warmth seemed to reach deep into my body easing the pain of my arm and the heavy weight in my chest. I lay; eyes closed drifting in and out of consciousness until that familiar little female form pressed up against mine.

“I love you.” I whispered.

But she probably did not hear my confession as her lips brushed my sex underwater.

They obviously taught breath control to their schoolchildren, because she only took rather infrequent breaks as she artfully sucked me off into orgasm. A few minutes later we lay masters body against sex slave girl body as Nikkei entered, knelt and set down a tray, smiled and left.

The food was tasty, but of the easily digested and good for you hospital variety.

After I had shared it with Susan, alternating a spoonful into either of our mouths, until it was gone. Nikkei reappeared and removed the empty tray.

“It is time I went home.” Janette announced as she walked in. ”And time for you two to get out before you start to look like lobsters.”

“There are many questions I would like to ask.” I told her as Susan helped me out of the bubbly bath.

“Tomorrow will be soon enough.” She replied, as she helped me towel off and wrapped up in a soft bathrobe.

“Make sure he gets a full night sleep.” Janette instructed Susan. “No waking him up with your mouth wrapped around your masters cock in the middle of the night as you were trained to do, until I tell you he is up to it insatiable one.”

“Pardon me?” I inquired.

“When she first tasted your semen it triggered a programmed drug addiction style need for a continuous dose only yours can satisfy.” Janette informed me.

“Any more surprises?” I asked.

“None before I return to morrow morning.” She replied. “Your house girl has my cell phone number if anything happens these two cannot handle.”

So, I was packed of to a big down filled bed in a great big room with red cedar walls and a carpet that was softer than Susan’s skin. You could have fitted six people across in that bed with room for everyone to roll over, and I hated I the whole impersonal room on site. But tonight I was simply too tired to do anything about it. Janette brought Susan in again nude and wearing those chromed chains at wrist ankle, and neck. She used the collar chain to padlock her to the foot of my bed and then turning the lights low, left us alone.

“Good night slave.” I whispered as I dozed off.

“Good night master.” She replied.

A Day Full of Revelations

“Good Morning Mr. Charlemagne.” Nikkei announced as she woke me for the first of the thousands of days she would work for me. Then walked over to the large windows, threw open the curtains and allowed the bright morning sunshine to do the rest.

Resigned to getting out of bed, I sat up threw off the covers and slid my nude body out of bed and started to hobble towards the door I supposed led to a bathroom. But as I passed the end of my bed, the sunlight glistening off the still supine form of Susan brought me to a halt. I immediately knelt down and felt her backside. Her skin was hot, sweaty and she was trembling slightly. I rolled her over, but she a stayed unconscious, eyes fluttering.

“Call Janette.” I ordered and Nikkei rushed off to obey.

“Yes, Mr. Charlemagne.” An obviously just awakened Janette questioned when Nikkei returned with a portable telephone and handed it to me.

“Susan is out cold with a fever and chills.” I reported.

“Have you used her at all today?” She inquired.

“No, I just woke up and was on my way to use the loo.” I informed her.

“It has been twelve hours since she has ingested any of your sperm Mr. Charlemagne and has gone into withdrawal.” Came the “O” so clinical response. “Use the facilities, clean yourself off and then feed her some.” She instructed.

“I will be at work by nine to check both of you over.” And she just hung up.

I gently put Susan back on the floor and hobbled off to the loo that was through that doorway. OK, my first entire apartment had been smaller than that clinically sterile expanse. But all the chrome worked as designed, I did my thing and washed my loins especially clean in the bidet.

Making it back to that bed without falling on my face, I had to hold on to the large bedpost and lower myself down beside her. I lifted her head up, slipped the small chain holding the keys to her cuffs from around her neck, and set her free.

Next I propped myself up against the bed in the lotus position, rolled her over, and placed her head, face down in my lap. I began stroking myself off and gripping her hair behind her head lifted it up and then slipped it into her slack mouth as the pre-cum started to ooze forth.

Immediately her eyes flew open, she gasped and her head descended, tong caressing the tip inside her mouth as her head moved up and down tempting my cock to release more of that which she had to have to survive another day. Finally, I could hold it back no longer and the full force of my morning cum flooded her mouth. She gulped eagerly, letting none escape first her mouth and then her searching tong.

When her eyes and nose could reveal no more her head came up, eyes twinkling.

“Satisfied for now insatiable one?” I inquired.

“You slave thanks her master for every drop.” She replied head bowed. “And hopes her technique has improved.

“You’re still going to be in Mistress Vicki’s class in the fall and be under her thumb at that Pony Girl school next summer girl.” I reminded her.

“Your slave thanks you for arranging her further training master.’ She replied. “And will display for your pleasure and approval any just punishments Mistress Vicki may apply to your property.”

“Then help me up and have a shower before Janette arrives and I have her put you across her knee for my amusement.” I warned.

She jumped up and slipping her slim body under my right arm surprising, me with the strength and solidarity of her thin little body as a human crutch.

We made it back into the sterile washroom and into a shower stall, you could have washed a football team in. Then steamed it up with the multiple showerheads that came on from all sides at once. And I stood slumped against a white tilled wall as she washed me down from head to foot and then scrubbed me all over with a real sponge. Finally rinsing me off and then moving me to another cubicle that turned out to be a forced air people drier.

“How did you know about that drier thing?” I inquired as she helped me back to the bed.

“I grew up her, master.” She quietly replied. “This was my families ancestral home.”

Even in my tired, aching state, the mater of fact way she announced my home had once been hers, penetrated my brain enough to register.

We managed to wrap me in a white terry towel bathrobe then resumed her human crutch position and walked me through the house to the breakfast nook. The “Nook” had a very nice view of the Ropeville valley and could have subbed for the astrodome; overhead glass paneled retractable roof and all.

I sat in a chair, Susan slipping into her proper place at my feet, on her knees, hands clasped behind her back, head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open.

Nikkei walked in with a breakfast tray, and Janette arrived before I had shared much of it between us.

“You two are just having breakfast?” She inquired. “Susan you have not sucked him dry already have you, insatiable one?”

“We took a very long shower together.” I replied. “Please sit down, I have quite a few questions.”

“I have had to put off just about every influential Ropeville citizen already today, Mr. Charlemagne.” She started with. “And both your comptroller and corporate lawyer insist on speaking to you by noon or they will be knocking on your door by nightfall.”

“Please have that large heavy metal case that was in my vehicle brought here.” I requested. “ And arrange a welcoming party for the Ropeville elite here for this evening.”

“No problem.” She replied and walked off.

I had just finished splitting the breakfast between Susan and I and was pouring the last bit of fresh squeezed orange juice past her “O” so sweet lips as I spotted Nikkei with a tray in one hand and my metal security case in the other.

As even I, in full health used the built in luggage wheels to move it around. I was very impressed when she put it down in front of me with one hand as she whisked my empty plate away with the other. These little Ropeville girls were as tough as nails apparently.

“Get cleaned up and dressed for outside Ropeville visitors.” I instructed Susan and she leapt up and ran off.

Few are as proficient in the art of electronic security as I am. And that is because I see it as a musician does. A symphony of the whole rather than a collection of disparaging noise. My custom laptop is my partner in the mysteries I both unravel and create.

It only operates after it detects my presence and continues to do so only if it continues to detect me. Thumb scans open its metal case and I slipped it out of its padded leather inner case. It detected my biology when I flipped it open and touched a sensor pad. After retina scanning it ran up to operating level and logged on to the nearest communications. satellite. The weight of the case was from the built in long-term battery that the laptop plugged itself into when I put it back.

I was used to typing words faster than you could speak them, but one handed, my frustration grew. Finally, my corporation’s main page slipped into view. I dialed up my comptroller and logged into his laptop and we could view each other over the attached video cam.

“So Mark.” I opened with. “What is the big deal?”

“Roc” He replied. “You are the company now and cannot just run off when you like too.”

“I’m going to be out of physical contact but in contact by my secure server.” I informed him.

“Another one of those government contract things?” He inquired.

“Mark you know I cannot say.” I replied with a serious conspirator’s tone.

“No problem, Roc.” He laughed. “I can handle the usual clients who want a private meeting with that line.”

“And Mark, do not try to trace my cash flow.” I suggested to probably one of the few who could.

“You are still the boss.” He replied. “And after the result of that proxy fight, everyone knows you do not play nice if they cross you.”

“What do you mean, Mark.” I inquired.

“The SIU proved Brad had not shot himself in the head.” He informed me. “But your own surveillance offices camera log shows you were in your office or they would be a warrant for your arrest.”

“Does any of our security cameras, or motion detectors show an intruder.” I asked, now very puzzled. "Or the implanted tags show any of our employees involved.”

“No on both counts.” He replied. “Brad did not shoot himself and no one else did either according to our security logs.”

“OK, you know how to contact me if anything turns up.” I ordered him. “Other than that I will use the secure site for access.”

“Roc” He signed as he logged off. “Some one might have wanted you both were ever you are and the sole owner of the firm.” We had known each other a very long time and in class had developed a set of hand signals only he, Brad and I knew.

“Robert” I opened contact with my firms chief lawyer.

Robert had a cold analytical mind that saw people as factors in a money machine. Consequently, he had the people skills of a calculator. But he was scrupulously honest and donated a quarter of his income to various charities.

Robert had supported my side in the proxy fight and had earned the post of head of the legal department when I purged everyone who supported Brad.

“Roc” You are confirmed as sole shareholder of World Security Systems.” He opened with. “And I have made sure every medical claim submitted was promptly paid.” He added.

“Robert, I want you to prepare to transfer ownership that hideaway I bought and probably will never use to an Account I will set up for a minor girl named Susan.” I instructed. “It is her families ancestral home and I want it returned to her free and clear.”

“That will give you a nice tax deduction.” He replied.

“And transfer ten percent of the corporations stock ownership into the same account.” I added.

“Roc, that will make her a very wealthy little girl.” He replied.

“And will I miss it?” I added.

“No it will save you quite a pile if I amortize it over the next ten years tax returns.” He informed me.

“Robert, anything I really need to know will be funneled through Brad from now on.” I informed him.

“You doing a Howard Hughes?” He asked.

“Yes” Was all I replied as I logged off.

And then I forgot about everything.

She walked towards me from the doorway leading to the formal dining room and my heart leapt. That scrawny little girl who had fought like a tiger to force them to save my arm, and then literally attached her body to mine in order to monitor my recovery. Had just walked in wearing a Flemish lace outfit that made her look sweet enough to eat.

Actually, she was supposed to be wearing one of the colored slips that were under dresses it came with, but somehow had failed to put on first.

“So get over here and let me take a bight out of my favorite candy cane.” I ordered.

And the smile that lit up her face did more for my recovery than any medicine. She quite literally skipped across the room and jumped into my waiting lap.

“Whatchadoin?” She inquired.

“Working.” I replied.

“You’re supposed to be resting.” She replied. “Not playing with a computer.”

“I make my living with a computer.” I replied.

“I can send E-mail too.” She announced. “Do you sell stuff on EBAY?”

“I create and sell encryption programs to companies like E Bay.” I replied.

“What’s encryption and can I see one?” she asked.

“It exists only on a computer.” I informed her.

“Boring, boring, boring.” She replied.

“What do you think you are doing slave girl?” Janette yelled as she walked in.

Susan immediately jumped off my lap and assumed her proper place in the proper stance on the floor at my feet.

“This house pet still thinks she is a free little girl. Who wrapped her grieving widower father around her little finger and is trying to do the same to you.” She informed me.

“House pets do not wear clothing in their master home, nor sit on their masters lap.” She continued.

“But I told her to get dressed because we are expecting guests.” I injected.

“Every one of your guests will probably bring their own house pet.” Janette informed incredulous me.

“You are joking.” I replied.” Does everyone in Ropeville have a little girl?”

“No, relatively few Ropeville citizens actually own house pets.” Janette informed me. “But most of the people who will be coming tonight will probably bring theirs.

“There will be bringing girls like Susan or girls like Nikkei?” I asked.

“Many homes in Ropeville have a little orphan girl who they board, feed and clothe in return for housework.” Janette instructed new pet owner in town, me.

“Like Nikkei?” I inquired.

“Yes.” Janette replied. “Between seven a.m. and seven p.m. while she is not in school. A house girl will clean your house, do your laundry, cook your food, serve it to you and clean up afterwards.”

“And?” I asked.

“That’s it.” Janette replied. “Anything else is not allowed as she belongs to Ropeville.”

And girls like Susan?” I inquired of Ropeville’s unique situation regarding ownership of little preteen and early teenage girls.

“Those who appreciate the personal attention and have the time to spend looking after little pets are usually also the movers and shakers in Ropeville.”

“You have to look after them?” I asked, probably looking dumbfounded in front of the two females I least wanted too.

“You must wash, hand feed, cleanup after, dress, undress, bind, punish and reward your pet little girl as you would any other pet.” She instructed.

“But she is a human little girl.” I probably still looking puzzled asked.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Janette replied. ”A pet is a pet and must be carefully looked after by her owner.”

“No more sending her off to dress, go to the washroom, sit in a chair, feed herself, or anything she did for herself before. Right pet?” Janette inquired looking down at Susan on her knees, hands clasped behind her head, face up, and mouth open, eyes shut.

“Correct mistress Janette.” Susan replied.

“Your sperm is the ultimate control.” Janette informed him. “She will do anything as long as you let her absorb a even just a little of it to keep her body from slipping into the agonies of withdrawal.”

“Correct pet?” Janette again asked Susan.

“Correct mistress Janette.” Susan again replied.

“It is time you learned how to punish a conniving little pet who was trying to weasel out of being that which she swore before me to become in payment for her fathers hospital treatment.” Janette instructed us both.

“Strip your pet and administer her first thrashing.” She continued.

“Stand on that coffee table” Janette ordered and Susan got up as I lumbered over.

Susan stood still or moved the appropriate limb as I lifted off the flimsy lace over slip she had been wearing. Then I bent down to undo her paten saddle shoes and then her lace thigh high socks.

“Assume the punishment position slave.” Janette instructed and a now sweating Susan got down on all fours on top of the table.

“Now what?” I asked.

“You switch whichever part of her you feel like.” Janette informed me. “While she thanks her master for every stroke.”

“Fetch your master a switch pet.’ Janette ordered and Susan jumped down and ran over to a large unglazed earthenware pot full of thin canes sitting in a corner of my living room.

“I never noticed them before.” I said to Janette as Susan ran back with a long thin switch in her hands, knelt before me, head down and lifted it up over her head in her upturned palms, presenting it to me.”

It arrived this morning from the Ropeville Middle School for Girls.” Janette informed me. “One is provided for each little girl enrolled in Mistress Vicki’s special class for pets. From her own carefully grown and hand picked stock. And it will be Susan’s job to inform her of when the supply runs low.”

As soon as I took the switch from Susan’s uplifted hands, she immediately returned to the punishment position on the coffee table before me.

“Your guests will expect to see a nude, chained and recently switched little pet kneeling by your chair in her proper place when they arrive for dinner tonight.” Janette informed me. “They are here to welcome you to both the communities of Ropeville and little pet girl ownership.”

“So get on with it.” She told me and walked off.

I stood there in my bathrobe, a long thin switch in my only good hand, looking down at the kneeling form of a just turned thirteen year old girl.

“It is what I was born and trained for all my life master.” Susan whispered. “If you do not do it before Janette returns, she will and it will hurt much more.”

So, I tentatively stuck her pert bottom.

“Harder master” Susan begged. “Remember how I was trying to trick you out of treating me as the slave I had promised to be.”

Again, I stuck her bum, but this time with enough force to leave a thin welt.

“Thank you master.” Came the required reply.

“I struck between her shoulder blades. She winced and thanked me.

I was getting the hang of it and lay a dozen up and down her backside. In between pants and yelps, Susan thanked me as the blows rained down.

I then concentrated on her very nice ass and soon had it reddened, Susan still thanking me as I stopped to take a drink of cool water from the large glass Nikkei must have brought up while I concentrated on my newest recreational activity. Switching my nude little sex slave for the first time.

“I have confirmed with each and every one who wishes to meet you tonight little private dinner engagement.” Janette informed me as I swatted Susan’s budding breasts with and uppercut.

“And laid on the services of the newest exclusive restaurateur to cater the who affair.”

“And?” I inquired. She had obviously left out something she felt important and I could tell by her demeanor she was hesitant about mentioning it.

“Your technique with a switch is appalling, and you sorely need to be instructed in how to deal with a fully trained but obviously manipulative little Ropeville pet.” She added. “So I have engaged the services of a dominatrix.”

“I thought that Red Head was going to be out of town for the summer?” I inquired.

“Susan is very lucky she will be.” Janette informed us. “But the one who has just opened that restaurant will be in town for the next two weeks seeing over its grand opening and has agreed to at least meet with you to discuss your problems.”

“Why would she take time from the obviously very important matter of her new restaurant’s opening?” I inquired as I took another gulp of water.

“I think she might be looking for a wealthy local partner who understands the nuances of her restaurants very special needs.” Janette replied.

And they are?” I just had to ask.

“The use of tightly bound in leather little girls as servers.” She replied.” It is the hallmark signature of the Mc Bound restaurant chain.”

“Roll over.” Janette instructed. And Susan did so very reluctantly. It was obvious my switching of her backside made lying it on the hard wood surface of the coffee table extremely painful. “Spread your legs wide girl.” Janette ordered and Susan slowly opened her trembling legs wide exposing her sex to my administrations.

“Six more on her almost tits and six across her loins should do the trick for openers.” Janette instructed and I followed through. Susan thanking me for each stroke, in-between gasps and moans.

“If you are concerned she is might not be enjoying herself.” Janette informed me. “This will confirm her pleasurable response.”

Janette’s fingers slipped into Susan’s virgin quim and came away covered with pre-sex lubrication she then spread across my lips.

“Your sex slaves sweet juice proclaims her arousal under her masters just hand.” She informed me.

My tong swept my lips clean of her nectar. And my brain knew it was going to require a constant supply.