All she could do was watch him sprint out of her sight, and into the forest. When he was gone, an ache filled her heart. She was now truly alone. Her resolve propelled her on, and she pushed the great iron gate before her open, and strode up to the imposing front door of the club.
The sun now peeked through the clouds above, and she saw that the outside of the club was quite clandestine. No one who happened to pass it would know any better than to think it an abandoned, once grand dwelling.
Inhaling a deep breath of confidence, she used her fist to knock three times. An animal howled in the distance, and she jumped with fear. Quickly, she knocked again, louder this time.
The door suddenly flew open, and before her stood Valentina. Bleary eyed, with long black hair mussed from bed, she simply stared. She was dressed in a gown of crimson silk, embroidered with gold trim; it swirled around her ankles with the light wind that blew.
Princess felt exposed and vulnerable. Did the evil witch recognize her?
“It’s early, I’m tired, what do you want?” she demanded, her green eyes smoldered.
So she didn’t recognize her, and that was a good thing. With no voice, how could she communicate the need for a job?
Princess pointed at her own chest. Her lips moved, but no sound passed.
“What is it, you cannot speak?”
She nodded.
“I’m not mind reader, girl…yet.” Valentina then laughed at her own little joke.
Princess again pointed to her own self, and then gestured around the exterior of the club.
“Ah…you’re looking for a job?”
Finally! She nodded emphatically.
Valentina scrutinized her close. “Well, you’re a bit scruffy, but I can always use more help in the kitchen, especially one who can’t talk back. Come along.”
Princess entered into a long, dark hallway, and Valentina bolted the door behind them. Nothing right away struck her of this being a club. Perhaps this was the servants’ entrance.
They passed a long row of closed doors. Princess knew her brothers were not being held at the club, but were sleeping at the shack she had come upon in the forest.
Valentina stopped abruptly outside a door, and knocked vigorously. There was a small commotion behind the door, before a girl of about Princess’s age poked out her blond head.
The girl’s eyes widened, and she straightened up, and ran a feeble hand through her hair. “Madam Valentina, is there something you need?”
“This is our new kitchen girl. I want you to bathe her thoroughly, feed her breakfast, and put her to bed. Give her Tinsel’s room.”
Valentina turned to Princess. “Feel privileged, Tinsel was once one of my favorite pets.” She then gritted her teeth and spewed out the words, “Until she crossed me.”
She then turned back her attention to the blond girl. “She’s about Tinsel’s size. Make sure she is properly outfitted, and put her to work in the kitchen tonight.”
“Yes, Madam, yes Madam,” the girl bowed.
When Valentina was out of sight, the girl took Princess’s hand, and led her down the hall. She opened a door to a comfort facility, with a porcelain claw foot tub. A light burned brightly in a sconce of the wall, illuminating the large room.
Princess watched as the girl, dressed in a long white nightgown, turned on a tap, and warm water freely flowed into the bath.
“I’m Noreen. What is your name?” she asked.
Princess pointed at her mouth, and shook her head.
“You can’t speak? Oh…I’m so sorry.”
She gave Noreen a little smile to let her know it was okay. She seemed like a good enough girl.
Noreen reached upon a shelf covered in tiny apothecary bottles, removed a crystal cork, and took a sniff. “Lilac, it’s so lovely,” she sighed, and carefully dispensed several drops of the potion into the tub water. As the water level rose, the air perfumed with the sweet aroma of freshly cut lilacs. In one way it reminded Princess of happy times with her family, before her father decided to take the trip away that changed their lives forever. But in another, stronger way, it reminded her of Erich, of the color of his skin.
When the bath was prepared, Noreen helped Princess out of her dress, and held her arm steady, while she stepped into the tub, and sank into warm, cloudy water. The soft water and its heat, relaxed each of her stressed muscles, one by one.
Noreen went about washing Princess’s hair, and rubbed down her body with a soft, wet cloth. Afterward, she wound a long piece of toweling material around Princess’s naked torso, and preceded to towel dry her hair.
Noreen left the room, and returned a few minutes later with a shapeless white nightgown, identical to the one she herself wore, and placed it over Princess’s head and shoulders.
“This was Tinsel’s nightgown. I suppose all of Tinsel’s clothes belong to you now.”
Noreen leaned close to her ear. “Tinsel got pregnant by some wealthy patron at the club. I never seen Madam Valentina so angry! Her face was so red! She turned Tinsel out into the night, with nothing more than the clothes on her back.”
To send away a pregnant girl was only more proof of Valentina’s cruelness. She couldn’t dwell on it though. She had her own secrets to hide.
They next arrived at a great kitchen. The smell of cinnamon, cloves, and sugar made her mouth water with anticipation. A long table with two long benches sat in the middle of the room. There were several stoves, and open cupboards filled with glassware, dishes, and cutlery. An old hunched woman stirred an open kettle with what looked like a boat oar.
“This is Mable, one of the cooks.”
The old woman looked up, barely acknowledging the duo.
“Mable, this is…” she turned and looked at Princess. “Well, she is mute. She is a new kitchen girl. Madam has asked me to bathe her, feed her breakfast, and put her into bed.”
The woman gestured at the cupboards. Noreen fetched a bowl and a spoon, and Mable ladled in porridge.
Princess took a seat at the long table, and ate the porridge. It seemed so long since she had a hot meal.
Afterward, she found herself alone in her new room. It wasn’t really much of a room, as much as a windowless cell. It consisted of a bed, a night table, and a bureau.
Inside the drawers of the bureau were various articles of clothing. Black dresses and undergarments; a few nightgowns. The bottom and largest drawer, held a trove of treasures.
Exquisite costumes of white silks covered in feathers. Hair combs encrusted with white stones and pearls. They were all of the accoutrements for a woman to take the stage. Princess thought again of Tinsel, and wondered what it was she did at the club to merit such finery. Then she remembered Valentina calling Tinsel ‘her pet’.
Closing the drawer, she crawled into the bed. On the nightstand were several little cloth bound books. Although she was exhausted, she lifted one of the books, and opened its pages.
Her mouth opened in shock, as she paged through the book. It was illustrations unlike anything she’d ever seen in her nearly twenty years.
There were naked bodies of both men and women, openly showing their private areas; women being stroked and licked on their nipples, and between their legs. Men with their great projectiles standing straight out or up, coming from of a nest of hair. Women kneeing before or beside them, taking their great poles into their mouths.
Princess thought she should close the book and immediately return it to the night table, or better yet, hide it beneath the bed. Still, her quivering fingers turned the page, and the next, and the next.
Words such as ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ described these once never to be spoken of body parts, followed by even more graphic, but oh-so-fascinating illustrations.
A man stretched out fully on top of a woman. Her legs drawn back, and the man’s cock deeply embedded in her pussy. Another of the woman was on her hands and knees, and the woman was being taken from behind by the man; she on her side, the man caressing her full brea
sts, he again, inside her. The last, a woman on top of the man, lying on her back, impaled to the root of his cock.
On all of the illustrations, both the men and the women had such looks of rapture on their faces. Mouths twisted, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Although this was all quite new to Princess, something she thought would remain secret until perhaps her wedding night, it was enlightening and enthralling, rather than some perversion she’d stumbled upon. It was odd, but exciting at the same time.
She removed her cumbersome, scratchy nightgown and lay back on the bed, and felt the now familiar stirring between her thighs.
She now knew it was called a pussy.
Did she dare to explore where fingers never touched before?
Tentative at first, her fingertip touched her left nipple. At once, the tiny pink bud came fully erect. A tingle filled her body at her own touch, and her breath quickened, as she slowly rubbed, and then dared to pinch, sending a shockwave like none other before in her life.
Her fingers then slowly caressed her taut stomach. But that wasn’t where the ache lay. Did she dare go any lower?
Then her thoughts went to Erich, tall, slender, gorgeous…just stunning. She remembered the lustful look in his eyes when she emerged naked from the creek. The first time she felt the vibrational hum between her legs.
Her pussy.
Tentatively at first, she caressed along the soft, bare skin. Unlike the women in the illustrations, who possessed a tuft of hair, Princess naturally had no hair growth there, and remained smooth. She spread her legs a bit wider, and her fingers found the damp cleft and stroked by instinct until her finger grazed a tiny, hard nub that enflamed her entire pelvis, not just her pussy.
The nub, she discovered as her finger moved back and forth over it, was the center of her pleasure. Almost immediately, a new, mind altering sensation rippled through her body, and spasms came one on top of the other from her core. It was a blessing at that moment she couldn’t utter a sound, or her screams from her open mouth might have drawn people to her cell.
Erich. How she wished he was there at that moment. That it was his hand and tongue pleasing her most secret place. She closed her eyes, and savored every second as the pleasure waves ebbed.
Everything was so new, but Princess knew there was still so much more to learn, to experience. Erich spoke of an etheric cord that now bound them together. When would he return to her? Now every moment would be an agonizing wait for him to come. Yet when he did come to her, she would be ready to turn herself completely over to him for his pleasure…and hers.
Chapter Three
Princess was ready for her first night of kitchen duties at the Swan Club.
Noreen dressed her in the black uniform all of the kitchen girls wore. Her dress was formerly worn by Tinsel, who obviously was a smaller girl than Princess. The black material forced her full breasts upward, creating pale cleavage she didn’t know she possessed. The rough material pushed hard against her hips and bottom, creating womanly curves.
Her hair was pulled back tight, and pinned into a fancy knot. Finally, she looked into the hand mirror from her dresser, and the image was not exactly how she remembered.
Her eyes were always deep brown, now the centers were large and black, altering her appearance.
Was it her secret self-exploration exposing itself? Would everyone know just from the sight of her? Fear rose up into her throat, and nearly choked her.
Noreen took her by the hand, led her out of her cell, and to the kitchen.
Unlike the morning, the kitchen was now bustling with women of all ages going in and out. It was only girls of Princess’s age dressed in the tight frocks. The older women wore grey shapeless dresses that fell to their ankles.
Smells of cooking filled the air, and beautifully prepared plates lay on trays carried by lovely looking girls.
A finger roughly poked her ribs. A woman with a face that resembled stone jerked a thumb towards a sink full of used plates and glassware.
“Get to it, girly,” she instructed in a course tone.
Immediately, Princess obliged. She tied on an apron, stepped to the sink, and began to wash dish after dish, glass after glass, stopping afterward to examine each item for spots or streaks. She was determined to do an excellent job. Maybe if she performed well enough, Valentina would move her from the kitchen to where she could locate her brothers.
Hour after hour, she continued the same cleaning ritual until the woman poked her once again, and told her to find something to eat from the leftovers, and she was excused for the night.
Princess had a plan in mind. If she could just tip-toe through the hall, perhaps she could sneak a quick look into the club. Maybe her brothers were put to work there. Just a glimpse and she would then scavenge some leftover food, and return to her room.
Stealthily, she left the kitchen, and crept down the hallway. Other girls dressed identically to her, passed without question. Maybe they thought she belonged there. If that were true, it would make her plan much easier.
Two large doors opened, and music filled the air. A girl carrying a tray of empty glasses passed by, and Princess entered the main room of the club.
For several minutes, she stared in awe. To her right, dozens of platter-sized tables dotted the floor. At each table, exquisitely dressed men and women talked, laughed, and drank. Above them crystal chandeliers sparked in the lights like the stars on a clear black sky at night. A warm smell of spice filled the air.
To the left was a grand stage.
On stage was where the real action was. Several men dressed in white coats played a number of string instruments. Suspended from the ceiling were pastel swings, each adorned with vines of flowers wrapped around the ropes. Beautiful girls dressed in swan feathers, bedazzling jewels, and not much else, swung gracefully in the air.
Below, similarly adorned girls danced on the stage to the strains of the music. Their breasts and bottoms barely covered, and toned stomachs and legs totally bare and on display.
Never before had Princess witnessed such splendor and decadence. She wanted to be those girls. She wanted to dance on that stage, with the admiring eyes of the audience drinking in her every movement.
A hand seized her wrist, and the sensation of being spun violently broke up her trance-like focus. She found herself face to face with the evil Valentina.
She cowered beneath the taller woman’s glare, but Valentina’s eyes softened. “It’s my mute little kitchen girl,” she laughed.
Princess remained frozen to the spot, and hoped beyond hope Valentina wouldn’t cast her from the club. If she did, she would have no place to return to, and likely would never see her brothers again. Valentina would control their fate.
Valentina’s hand slipped down, and covered Princess’s tiny, delicate one.
“Don’t you clean up nicely? From a scruffy little house mouse to something quite pleasing. And look at your eyes! Is that wonderment of all that surrounds you, or have you been dipping into belladonna powder?”
Her eyes, they were so big and black now. It wasn’t a badge of shame she possessed. It was Erich! When he breathed his deadly nightshade essence into her, the etheric cord between them formed.
Was she toxic now as he was?
Well, Valentina hadn’t drop dead, so probably not.
Valentina could never know she had been in contact with Erich. It would be the end of her for sure. She pointed to the stage.
Valentina lifted a dark brow. “You want to dance?”
She nodded emphatically. If she could dance, it might make the time here tolerable.
Valentina smiled, and stroked Princess’s shoulder. It took everything she possessed within her not to cringe.
“In time, girl, perhaps.” She then stopped and pursed her blood red lips. “We have to call you something. Those big black eyes…I think I’ll call you Bella. After all, you are quite a pretty little thing. Very pretty.”
She was repulsed by Valentina
’s compliment, but as long as she was here, she could call her any name she wished.
“All right, Bella, you can go now.”
Princess bowed in courtesy to her, turned and fled the club. After her encounter with Valentina, she no longer felt hungry. Instead, she retreated back to her little cell, and let her hair loose from the tight knot which held it, and stripped off her clothes before climbing into her shapeless white nightgown.
She wished to explore the secret little book a bit more, but wearily, she climbed into bed, and barely closed her eyes when she fell into sleep.
“Princess.”
She smiled when she heard her name, but not enough to rouse her. Perhaps all was well once again, and she was home, safe in her own bed. Her father and brothers close by.
“Princess, it’s time.”
The voice, it was so familiar. When she opened her eyes, it was the oddest thing she ever experienced. She was standing at the foot of the bed, clearly still in her little cell, but her feet were hovering above the wood floor. She was so fascinated that she couldn’t stop staring at her feet.
It was magic, for sure.
“Princess!”
This time, the voice snapped her back to reality. When she raised her head, she saw Erich. Only, it wasn’t really the Erich she knew.
Still tall, slender and gorgeous, he no longer had violet skin, and his eyes weren’t silvery any longer, but clear crystalline blue. Gone were the thick streaks of purple in his hair. It was now long, wavy, and black, with no signs of the tendrils of deadly nightshade that once framed his face, and encircled his arms.
He was as normal as she.
Princess opened her mouth to speak, to tell him she missed him, and was so happy he came to her. Still words would come forth, even in this state they were in.
She noticed that his feet, too, hovered above the floor, and she gestured to it.
He rolled his eyes in response.
Perhaps he was impatient with her, but this was all so new. Then a troubling thought entered her brain. What if Valentina walked in and caught them together?
Her eyes widened with just the thought of being discovered, and pointed to the closed door.
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