Chapter 2 - The Meal

He stepped out of his limo, close enough to hear the buzzing of the vibrators stuffed into his driver’s pussy and anus as she smartly saluted him, before closing the door after he stepped away from the car. He began walking down the high street, his influence causing everyone to ignore him, at least until he wanted them to. From time to time, he would stop a woman or girl and give them the once over, even having them bend over and show him their haunches, happily pulling down their trousers and panties to display themselves for his pleasure,  right there in the street. People simply walked past as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Lucy and her mother were out shopping. Lucy enjoyed shopping, when it was for clothes or shoes, or even a new CD, the sort of stuff she would get her daddy to buy her, but her mother had dragged her out for the groceries, and she was bored. “Muuuum,” she whined. “Can’t we go somewhere else? Like HMV or something?” Her mother put the heavy bags that she had been carrying down, and turned to the spoilt girl. “That’s enough, Lucy.” She ordered sternly. “If you want to eat for the rest of the week, then I need to shop. You could at least hold the bags, but no, you can’t even do that for me, can you? If you weren’t such a little cow, we’d have been done here by now, and you could have gone into those rag stores you love so much. Don’t forget where all that money is coming from, because it doesn’t come out of your pocket, does it?”

Lucy pouted as her mother droned on. She crossed her arms, and just watched as her mother picked the bags back up and carried on into the butchers, almost dragging Lucy with her. Lucy, for her part, dragged her heels. Of course the money wasn’t coming out of her pocket. It wasn’t nearly so fun that way, and anyway, earning money would mean she would loose time on the important things in life, like listening to the newest track from that new hunk on TV,  or catching up on the latest gossip with her mates. Ignoring her mothers miserable moaning, she let her gaze wander around the shop, where her eyes came to rest on a pleasingly-shaped man. He seemed a bit older than her, but glancing at his strong jaw, and following a well-built neck down to what, she fancied, was probably a washboard stomach, she felt the heat in her cheeks rise. She looked away from him, but couldn’t help keep glancing back, as he made his way around the displays of different cuts of meat, most Lucy didn’t even care to know the names of, studying each, and making a list with the butcher on the other side of the counter.

“…and that one, there. Remember, it needs to be properly drained and cut.” God, even his voice was sexy, Lucy thought, smiling to herself. She wondered if she could get him. Instantly, she shifted her weight, into a sultrier pose. If the girls in the glamour mags could pull it off, she knew she could. He chuckled as he moved almost right next to her, a deep sound that almost made her knees turn to jelly. No, she would have him, not the other way around, she told herself.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

“Hi… uh... what?” Damn, he had caught her off guard, probably seen her staring at him.

“You’ve been watching me ever since I walked in here,” he chuckled again. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“No, no, I was, uh...” crap, what was wrong with her? She could deal with the boys at school fine, turn them round her little finger all day if she wanted. Why was she having so much trouble now?

“But of course, that’s to be expected, I suppose,” he continued, barely giving her chance to keep up. “After all, you look like you’ve only just come into your prime as is. I remember what it was like, all that confusion, where you wonder why you’ve never seen the opposite sex in the same light before...”

“Yes, but… hey, wait a minute...” she was floundering; it had taken her precious moments to realize he’d just insulted her, but he was already onto the next topic. Lucy wondered addledly if she should stop talking to him, but his voice was just sooo sexy, she kinda got foggy just listening to it. She was dimly aware of the determination to prove him wrong on that. Very wrong.

“…But you should respect your mother more; she really does do a lot for you.” A new subject. How many were they on now? She wasn’t even sure how long they had been talking. “I mean what would happen if she just suddenly disappeared?”

With confidence, Lucy shook her head. “No she won’t.” she told him matter-of-factly, “she’s right over...” confusion clouded Lucy’s mind as she scanned the butchers for her mother, but to no avail. She suddenly felt very alone, and very scared.

“Hush, don’t worry,” he said, wrapping her soundly in his arms. At that moment, he might as well have been her daddy the way she clung to him, just far, far sexier. “I’ll look after you until we find her. I’m sure she can’t have gone far. Here, my meat is done,” he reassured her, while passing her the large packages that the butcher had placed on the counter. “You hold those for me, and we’ll look for her together.”

Lucy was vaguely aware of a strange taste in her mouth, which she just couldn’t place as she struggled with the meat she had been given. He must have seen the look of confusion on her face because he was kind enough to pass her the bottle of milk he had in his bag. “Here, try this. It’s a little different, comes from an asinus, a type of horse, but it’s really nice.” She gratefully took the bottle from him, and took a big mouthful. The drink was kinda goopy for milk, but the animal sounded exotic, and it tasted good, so she wasn’t too bothered. Actually, it tasted really good. She took another mouthful, and another, and then realized that she’d drunk the whole lot. “Sorry,” she apologized. She had never felt so bad in her entire life. This handsome, sexy man was being sooo kind and helpful to her, and here she was, just taking advantage. She felt about ready to cry when he held up a hand, smiling. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. The gentleman I get that from owes me another bottle anyway, so it’s alright.” Lucy couldn’t remember a time when she had felt more relieved than she did right then. She just smiled happily, didn’t care about anything, she was just so happy that she hadn’t upset this kind, wonderful man. “Tell you what,” he suggested, “it’s getting late, how about you come back to mine for dinner? Unless you have somewhere else you need to be?” Lucy shook her head. Right now, she couldn’t think of going anywhere but wherever this man wanted to go. Dinner with him would be amazing, she was sure of it. “No-one to go home to?” he prodded. She shook her head again, wondering how it had gotten so late, so soon. It didn’t matter; she was about ready to melt into his voice. He smiled at her, and she nearly swooned. “Come on, then. My car is just round the block.”

He had guided the girl by the arm around to the limo. The driver was a different one this time, an Asian. She bowed deep enough for him to see directly down her low-cut top, to the careful stitching he had had her do to herself. He smiled briefly as he remembered the sight of the girl carefully sewing a length of zip down the insides of her breasts, across her breast bone, and stopping on each of her nipples, with the other part of the zip being sewn across her knees. She had also sewn the insides of her thighs, carefully, of course, to prevent any large movements that might cause her to rip the zip off. It proceeded to give her the leg movements of a geisha, tiny steps, with only the slightest of moving of the upper legs. It made driving somewhat difficult, so he had had a specialist “disabled” limo made so she could drive without moving her legs. He didn’t want to loose a good driver.

The child beside him barely registered the limo, so wrapped up in him as she was. She was 18, but only barely. He hadn’t even needed to push her that hard to get her to do the things she had during the day. She had turned out to be quite the performer, attacking mens manhoods, and womens pussys with gusto, simply because he suggested she wasn’t experienced enough. He had been tempted to take it further, but decided to hold back. She had been so exhausted, that she had accepted the drink quite happily. He chuckled to himself as she snuggled contentedly against him, her belly full of strangers cum, and her mind on the path to being even more pliant. He didn’t want her gone just yet, however.

They pulled up to the front door of the mansion, and the driver shuffled round to his door and opened it for him. He got out with the girl, then bade her park the limo, and report to the surgery. He had a new idea for his little Asian chauffeur, but that could wait until after dinner and his surprise for the dear Lucy who clung to his arm like a doting puppy. He had already taken her phone, and spoken to her father and boyfriend. Dear old “daddy” was part of the surprise, and the boyfriend was going to wake up a very changed person. One who had his self-confidence restored, and was a hit with the ladies, rather than the simpering dependent wreck he had been before.

He passed Lucy’s hand to two maids, both in French maids’ costumes, one wearing a gimp mask that seemed to be glued to her face and the other with a strange device holding her legs apart, and with a long pole that reached from the floor to deep inside her pussy. “Go with these two, they will get you ready for dinner, and show you to a room you may use for now.” Lucy blankly smiled at him and mutely followed the mutilated women. He smiled, and went for a bath himself.

Lucy was led into a majestic room with a giant vanity on one wall, a marvelous four-poster bed, and a candelabra that glittered in the light it produced. “Sit right there, miss, we’ll have the bath ready for you soon enough.” declared the maid with the spread legs. She had to “sit” on the pole to move, each step pushing to pole deeper into her. Her master had had to fit her with a longer pole once, as she had accepted enough of the first one into her that she didn’t get the amazing sensations of her womb being crushed into her stomach, that wonderful feeling that she just couldn’t get enough of.

Lucy simply sat, staring blankly at the maids as they worked to pull out a heavy metal tub, and proceeded to fill it with hot water, and foam.

He had finished his bath, and now sat on the other side of Lucy’s vanity, really a two-way mirror, watching the action as the two maids began undressing her. She offered no resistance, and once the maids were done, she was stood, fully naked, in front of the vanity. He checked the cameras he had in the room, and was pleased to see they were all still working. “Let me have a look at you, miss,” asked the leggy maid. “Could you raise your arms above your head, miss? That’s right, just like that.  Now, if you could do a slow turn…yes, that’s it, all the way around.”

He had had the maids time themselves so they would be ready to disrobe Lucy as soon as he had entered the next room, and sat down. Now she was simply turning like a ballerina, slowly and gracefully. He smiled as he worked out what he could do with her. Sending a command to his maids in the room, he sat back to watch.

“Miss, if you don’t mind me saying, but that hair’s got to go.” Lucy put a hand to her head, looking a little confused. “Oh, no, miss. I don’t mean that hair. I mean all your other hair.” Lucy didn’t understand what the strange maid meant, so she just smiled and nodded. “Hold still a minute, miss, this won’t take too long.” The maid see-sawed her way to the vanity, and took out a large tub of hair-removal cream. Rocking over to Lucy, she also motioned the silent maid over, and the two started covering Lucy’s young body in the cream, paying special attention to her pubis. Lucy was loving all the attention, and had absolutely no qualms with anybody touching her anywhere, as long as she kept feeling this good. This worked in favour of the maids as Lucy spread her legs slightly to allow them to lather her nether lips with the cold cream, the first move she had voluntarily committed without being prompted since she had arrived at the mansion. Once the cream had been on for a good ten minutes, with Lucy doing another complete twirl for the cameras she didn’t care were there, the two maids eased her into the warm bath water, where they proceeded to scrub her clean. Their work was thorough, and they even did her hair while she lay there enjoying the soak.

He eased up on her a little, he wanted some conversation at dinner, although he did put some blocks in place, just to prevent things getting out of hand.

As she lay there soaking in the bath, Lucy began to feel a little clearer-minded. She still remembered the confusing conversation in the butchers, and she was sure she had done something to try and prove she had experience. She blushed slightly. She still wasn’t sure what it was that she had done, but she was pretty sure it had worked. After all, why else was she here in a beautiful mansion, with two dedicated maids waiting on her, hand and foot, getting ready to go to dinner in what was bound to be like something out of a fairy tale? She idly thought about letting her father know where she was, funny that she had forgotten about him earlier, but then decided against it. Daddy would understand once he met Him. It vaguely occurred to her that she didn’t know her suitors name. That made her frown for a moment, but then she determined to ask him at dinner, and sunk down slightly into the bubbles that caressed her, now completely smooth, skin.

The talking maid motioned to the silent one (why was she wearing that strange mask anyways, Lucy wondered, had she done something wrong? The thought of being punished excited her more than she had been expecting) to go and get the dress. As it was removed from the vast wardrobe, Lucy gasped in amazement. It was beautiful. A red satin bodice with black lace formed the core of the body, with a beautiful large train behind her. She frowned again, though. Although she couldn’t quite place it, there was something… off about the dress. Sure the neckline sat below the breasts, but that was the fashion wasn’t it? To wear something that would show a bit of cleavage? This would do that in spades. The gap at the front of the dress was probably a bit more daring than she would have worn normally, as well; especially as it only just reached down to cover the waistline and nothing lower. Still, the fashion models wore dresses with slits in to show their legs all the time; with this, Lucy realized, she could show off both her legs at once, all the way up to her hip. That had to be good, right? And the way men like to stare at girls in miniskirts, trying to get a peek at her panties? This said “If you want to see what I’m wearing underneath, go ahead”, and revealed everything. It simply gave the men everything they wanted while still allowing her to feel sexy. So why did the dress seem so off?

As the maids helped her out of the bath, the rocking maid held up an old looking spray can. “Hold on, miss, before you can get ready, we need to give you a quick spray with this.”

Lucy looked curiously at the spray in the maids’ hand. “Is it some sort of deodorant?” she asked.

“Oh, yes miss,” the maid agreed, “and more. You see, the dress belonged to one of the masters’ ancestors, and is rather delicate. This will protect your skin from the harshness of the fabric, while also preventing any sweat from yourself from staining the dress.”

“This won’t sting, will it?” Lucy eyed the spray suspiciously. “I ‘spose I’ll be sprayed everywhere?”

“Yes miss, and no, it won’t sting. You might find it a little stiff to begin with, but you’ll quickly get used to that.”

There wasn’t anything Lucy could say to that, so she acquiesced, and the maid began spraying her body in even, practiced strokes.

Lucy marveled at the sheen the spray gave her smooth skin, and gasped slightly as its coolness moved over her mons. It soon warmed though, and she once again felt comfortable. She had to close her eyes as the maids sprayed her face, and she felt it stiffen on her skin, but she had been expecting it, as it was somewhat difficult to bend her elbows and knees now, as well. As the maids worked on a second layer, she glanced again at the beautiful dress, and wished that she could take it home to show her Daddy. He would be so proud of his little princess. She smiled slightly, mostly because of the stiffening spray on her cheeks, and her thoughts turned to the mysterious “master” as the maid had referred to him. She felt the name fitted him nicely, after all he seemed to have a large number of maids in a beautiful mansion, and yet he seemed to have chosen her to be the wearer of his family's beautiful clothes, to what she was certain would be a wonderful dinner. She was sure she was just being a bit daft again, but she fancied herself as a beautiful princess from one of those fairy tales she used to read when she was young and stuff. Yeah, now she felt like she was herself again. Wondering if there was going to be dancing, and deciding there probably would be, she imagined herself in her beautiful dress, spinning round the dance floor, endlessly until she dropped. She lost herself in the daydream for a bit, until she was tugged back to the real world by the maids voice. “Right you are, miss, we're done with that, now to get you into the dress.” Finding it somewhat tough to walk with her knees and feet both being so stiff, she nonetheless stood, and slowly stepped forward to allow the maids to dress her. Raising her arms in the air, they removed the train, then undid the body of the gown somewhat, before lowering it down over her head. She huffed as the two maids silently worked the strings, giving a good pull, until Lucy's middle seemed almost cut in two by the under-bust corset. She wondered at her new shape in the mirror, feeling slightly uncomfortable, and enjoying the feeling all the more for it. She appreciated the sensation of only drawing the slightest breath, and being completely unable to bend at the waist, and figured that she should choose the finest parts to eat at the dinner tonight.

The maids worked feverishly to get Lucy ready, setting her hair in delicate ringlets, and applying just the right amount of makeup, while the pampered girl watched with astonishment and admiration as she was turned from an ordinary girl into a work of art, sat in front of the mirror as she was. By the time the maids gave the all-clear, however, she was famished, despite the corsets best efforts to curtail her of a stomach at all. Walking had become increasingly difficult as the deodorant had set on her skin, and she stared at the dull sheen that it now had. It almost reminded her of plastic. “There we go miss, you’re ready.” declared the maid, although Lucy suddenly had butterflies. Would he like how she was presented? She dearly hoped he would, but had no way of knowing. “If you’d follow us, miss, we’ll show you to dinner now.” As the maids led her carefully through the house, Lucy lost herself in fantasies of him appraising her, and sweeping her off her feet and onto the dance floor. Before she knew it, she was being ushered into the dining hall, which she had to stop and admire for a moment. Its ornate furnishings and beautiful woodwork captivated her, until the smell of the food brought her back to her senses. An entire pig, spit-roasted, sat in the middle of the table with an apple stuffed into its large snout. It was surrounded by all sorts of dressings, salads and others. She was guided to the far end of the table from him, and she sat on the chair that was pulled out for her. As they began their meal, Lucy nervously began to talk.

He sat and listened for a while. Lucy was telling him her entire life story from her point of view, leaving no detail out including the sordid details of her loosing her virginity to a rugby player at her school that she didn’t like, just so that she could tell her daddy she was attacked. It was apparently fun for this girl to ruin people’s lives in a way that He considered wasteful. She had done that out of simple dislike, getting the boy brought up on rape charges with the police. Although the charges had been dropped and the boy had moved to a different school, at the other end of the country, she had pulled another trick, getting people to look for him. He would have to sort that out, and get them to leave the poor boy alone. He was certain that he had the right person for this now, even though he had been relatively sure before. There was no remorse in Lucys voice at all as she described with great glee how she would get her father to buy all the new stuff she wanted, and continually butted heads with her mother. “I wonder,” he started, interrupting her, Lucy becoming instantly quiet as he spoke. “How they all feel? What would they say if they knew that you were so evil?”

Lucy blushed at the compliment, and stammered slightly in response. “W-well, thank you, but...”

“Don’t,” he commanded. “Don’t thank me for telling things how they are. I will compensate both the boy and your father, although taking you away should be compensation enough.” His words cut like a knife, and Lucy wanted to run away from the table crying. Instead she sat there, chewing a mouthful of pork from the flank of the pig. “No, I think the best thing for everyone is for you to disappear forever, and I have a place for you right here that will keep you out of everyones way. And that wasn’t a compliment.” At once the veil lifted from her eyes, and Lucy could see the way the mansion really was. The two maids that had paid special attention to her stood like marionettes against the wall, the gas-mask maid, and the maid with an uncomfortable device spreading her legs and only allowing her to put one foot on the floor at once. The horrific dress she was wearing that showed her young breasts in their entirety, along with her teenaged nether regions being on full display. She was sat in a very unlady-like position, with her legs spread wide, and she couldn’t close them no matter how much she wanted to. Lucy looked up at the man at the other end of the table, and was terrified. This ma- m-, she struggled with the word, ma- master, was scaring her, she had obviously done something wrong, and was mortified.

“You were a little cow, just like your mother said. Now you are a plaything.” He continued, before gesturing to the table with a wave. Her eyes followed his action, and rested on the face of the pig, as her hands proceeded to provide her mouth with another portion of its flank. Except she found herself not staring at a pig, but at the vacant, and dead, expression left on her mothers face, her legs and arms cut from her body, with slices cut from her sides.

Lucy felt like she was about to throw up as she realized what she was eating, but her mouth and hands were not under her control, as the Master took a knife, and delicately sliced an ear from her mothers  corpse, and placed it on Lucy’s plate. Her mind screamed in horror as her shiny hands deftly cut a sliver, and moved it towards her mouth. Lucy’s mouth opened, and only the slightest of moans emanated before her lips closed around the still-warm piece of flesh and she began chewing on it. Her Master sat opposite her again, and waved the masked maid over to cut a piece from Lucy’s mother and put it on his plate. He made her watch him as he ate her mother, only allowing her to look away whenever she was about to take a mouthful herself, at which point she watched every piece enter her mouth. He also made sure she couldn’t simply swallow, her mouth chewing and tasting the flavour of her mothers cooked flesh. Even when her stomach was full, her hands and mouth kept eating, her mind almost breaking. She had no control over herself, her mind reeling over her mothers death and brutalization on the dining table, and the burning of her skin from whatever it was she had been covered with.

His eyes never left hers. He could see her struggle, and knew that, if he would let her, she would be in floods of tears right now. He could see her struggling with the taste of each bite of her mother, knew that she was full, and made her continue. He watched as her shining breasts wobbled slightly as she cut through tougher pieces, the plastic coating fused to her skin, and creasing at her elbows. Once he had decided what pose to have her in, he would have a final layer sprayed over her, sealing her solidly into the plastic that coated her entire body. She would be a statue, and would look good in the gallery with the others.

He continued to speak to her, once he had finished eating. She, of course, continued “I originally intended for your father to take the fall for your disappearance, but had a change of heart. He shall have another wife, and a daughter that loves him. He won’t even realize that they are different from those he had before, and I even made sure he has a decent job that won’t stress him out too much. Your friends who are searching for that poor boy you attacked have all quit the chase, and have left him alone. Your boyfriend is in a much happier position now, without you ruining his life. After he was dumped by some bitch,” he emphasized, staring at her. She had no doubt as to whom he meant. “He became a bit of a player, finding he was particularly good at it. He restored his confidence on his own, and found that he can survive without anyone. Who he decides to live his life with will be up to him, and he knows that it won’t be with her.” Another stab at Lucy, the words slicing through her already damaged mind.

He saw the light go out in her eyes, Lucy’s mind finally being overcome by the shock of everything that had just happened to her. Her body kept eating, even though the “food” had backed up to the back of her throat. He stood up from the dinner table, and walked out of the room, not deigning to take another look at the automaton still shoving meat into its mouth, and chewing away.