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The Marquis East India Catering Company

Part 3

THE MARQUIS' EAST INDIA CATERING COMPANY


By Charles E. Campbell



Chapter 3



   We drove up Interstate 684 until it petered out in southern Putnam County, then we wended our way up NY Rt 22. Picking up US 20 heading east into Great Barrington, Mass, we meandered our way up through Berkshire County along US 7. I drove, Robin sat in front with me, while jacquie and mynx sat together in the back. My white Chevy Suburban has windows tinted right about to what the law will tolerate, so Robin had made the two slaves shed their clothing pretty soon after we crossed the Tri-Borough Bridge and left NYC. About an hour after that, she ordered them to play with each others pussies and assholes, but no cumming was allowed. The car was filled with the mingling fragrances from their wet crotches. Robin seemed to pay it no mind, but my cock was hard and straining against my jeans.


    "About twenty minutes more," I announced as we passed through Stockbridge. "Anyone need to stop first?"


   "We're fine, thanks," Robin answered for the three of them. "Do we need to pick up any food or anything?"


   "That's all taken care of," I said. "I have a retired couple who look after the place. The Gunderson's. They live in the guest house on the grounds, and in exchange, Tom does routine maintenance and some yard work, while Sofia cleans and looks after the house.  When they know I'm coming up, they stock up the fridge with everything we could want.

Works out nicely all around."


   "Will they pose any problems for jacquie and mynx?"


   "None at all. The guest house is about a quarter of a mile from the main house. Whenever I'm up here, they don't come up to the main house unless I contact them about something. Now, if you want to have them see the slaves, that's quite alright as well. The Gunderson's have seen quite a bit over the years!"


   No one spoke for the remainder of the trip. "It's beautiful," Robin said, taking hold of my hand as I pulled up the dirt road and she saw my house. "I love it."


   "Thanks," I replied. "What I really love about it is the solitude. I have sixty acres, and the house is pretty much set dead center in it. Mostly woods, although there is a sizeable pond on the south side of the house that's fed by a brook."


   "Girls," Robin said, "You'll have no need of clothing while we're here. However, I will permit you to choose if you wish to be barefoot, or you may wear sandals."


   "Thank you, Mistress," they intoned in unison.


   We got settled into a routine in the house pretty quickly. Robin and I slept in my king bed in the Master Suite, while the slaves slept on a mat by the foot of the bed. For the first few days it was a quiet laid back atmosphere. A lot of relaxed, unhurried sex between just Robin and me, we kept jacquie and mynx intentionally celibate. We spent  lazy afternoons reading on the wrap around porch while the slaves did calisthenics, then we had televisionless nights training jacquie and mynx. By the third day, Robin and I had both eschewed any clothing and the four of us were pretty much naked 24/7 from that day on during our stay.


   I had always wanted to experiment with pet training and casually mentioned it to Robin over lunch one afternoon. She seemed genuinely interested in the idea, so we began to train the girls as pets. They were never to stand erect unless directed. The would walk on all fours. All meals and water would be lapped from bowls. Bodily functions were to be taken care of outdoors, in plain sight, as pets aren't the least bit modest about nature's ways.


   Simple one word voice commands with accompanying hand gestures was how we began. "Sit," and "Stay," and "Lie Down," and "Come," and "Beg." We had them compete against each other when we played fetch. Throwing a dirty stick across the lawn from the porch, we allowed them to sprint on two feet to retrieve the stick, but they had to be on hands and knees and pick it up with their teeth. The return trip was made on hands and knees as well. Three sharp cracks of the cane on the soles of the loser's feet kept them competitive and focused on winning.


   I remarked to Robin that the strenuous games of fetch we had the slaves playing always left their hair sweaty, tangled, and knotted, adding that most pet's fur is cropped short, making grooming easier for the owner. She said nothing, but nodded in agreement. That evening we made each girl take a pair of scissors and cut the hair off the other's head right down the scalp. Then we provided them with shaving cream and a straight razor and watched as they shaved the other's head completely bald.


   Robin and I both found the bald pate to be stark, strikingly bold, and extremely eye catching. Robin decided to push the envelope a little further by ordering them to shave off their eyebrows as well, so that their eyelashes was the only hair remaining on their bodies, thereby insuring that they would both be certainly stared at anytime they were in public.


   One afternoon, while Robin and I were just sitting around and relaxing on the porch reading, and jacquie and mynx were curled up on the lawn in the sun, I said, "Would you like to mix it up a bit, Robin?"

    "What do you mean," she replied, looking over the top of her book at me.


   "Well, I was just thinking we might have a little barbeque and invite a few people in. Might be fun to see the reactions we'll get to the pets."


   Robin turned toward me, looked over her over-sized sunglasses at my eyes and said. "You're kidding, right?"


   "No, I'm quite serious, actually. Certainly would be entertaining I would think."


   She didn't respond right away. Then she turned back to her book and said, "I'm game if you are. What exactly do you have in mind?"


   "I was leaning towards a completely nonchalant evening. The slaves would be naked, of course, leashed as well. Hands and knees. Just exhibiting their prowess with the pet training we've been giving them.. You or I could hold the leashes, separately or the pair together.  Simple voice commands for obedience. Act like this was typical in the vanilla world.  See what progresses. "


   "It's fine with me," she said, getting back to her book. "I'll leave it to you to arrange it all however you wish. "


   Two weeks later  we caught a break in a seemingly endless stretch of bad weather and had a really nice afternoon, weather-wise. Sunny, a few high puffy white clouds, gentle breezes, not hot, but not cool either. The guests started to arrive around 4:00. Not a big crowd, three couples from the area, one of whom asked if they could bring their college age daughter with them. (They claimed she was taking a semester off from her junior year to decide on career options. The reality of the situation, I knew to be just a little different, as Jennifer was in reality serving a disciplinary semester's suspension. It seems she and another co-ed got involved in a little competition to see which one of them could get a dozen guys to cum before the other did. Unbeknownst to the parties involved, someone in the audience had the wherewithal to make a video of the "activities," and posted it on the net. I was particularly drawn to the part where a naked Jennifer was flat on her back on a coffee table, her pendulous breasts sloshing around like huge water balloons, while one guy was slamming her hairy snatch, another guy was roughly fucking her face, and she was jacking off two guys with her hands at the same time!).  None of the guests were friends of mine. Acquaintances, more accurately,  I had met over the past two or three years. Pretentious, snooty, pseudo-intelligentsia, types, full of themselves. Mostly old money, prep school/Ivy college educated, having inherited the stately homes they lived in. In short, they were perfect for what I had planned.


   Robin and the two slaves stayed in the house for the first hour. I had set up an open bar allowing the guests to help themselves, which they certainly did, while I tended to the grill. The drinks were flowing pretty well by the time Robin decided to join us.


   She was dressed in a black satin bustier with frilly red ribbons lacing it up on the sides and back. A matching garter belt held up her back seamed black stockings and she wore open toed red patent leather pumps on her feet. Her tiny breasts were exposed above the bustier, and her bald pussy was exposed below it as well. The slaves were naked, except for red leather collars buckled tightly around their throats, and they trailed behind Robin from their leashes, which she had slipped over her right wrist. Their bald heads were accented by garish make-up on their lips and eyes.


   Jennifer, the college girl was the first to spot them. "Oh, my God," she exclaimed loudly.


   All eyes turned in Robin's direction and everyone watched as she walked jacquie and mynx over to me on leashes. She kissed me full on the mouth, and said, "How's the party, darling?"


   "Much better now that you're here," I answered, letting my hand slip between her legs and a finger push up into her dripping pussy.


   "What in God's name is going on here," one of the guests, (a woman in  her mid seventies named Denise), demanded. "This is an outrage. I am not going to be any part of this kind of sickness. Let's go, Victor," she ordered, grabbing her husband's arm and storming off with him in tow. (He kept looking back over his shoulder at the naked slaves. My guess was he didn't want to leave right at that instant).


   The other five guests didn't move, so I broke the ice, and said, "This is my better half, Robin, and these are her two slaves, jacquie and mynx. We've been training them as pets, and they've learned to respond quite well to commands.


    "Robin, if you would please be so kind."


   "Certainly, my love," she answered., bussing me on the cheek.


   Robin turned so that her back was to the guests before bending over to unleash the pets. I know she wanted to provide them with a gorgeous view of her delicious pussy and tight little asshole.


   "Sit," she commanded as she stood up.

 

   jacquie and mynx took positions on Robin's right and left side as they sat on their haunches, hands facing palms up, resting on their thighs.


   "Greet!"


   In unison the slaves spun around in front of Robin, their rumps high, asses facing us, heads low, and they began licking her toes through the holes in the pumps.


   After a few minutes of this, Robin ordered, "Sit," and they resumed their positions on their haunches at her sides.


   "Stay," she commanded, walking away from them.


   Robin walked over to the bar and poured herself a glass of Chablis. Taking a small sip, she turned to face the pets and smiling, ordered, "Come!"


   The two slaves quickly got on their hands and knees and obediently crawled as fast as they could over to their Mistress.


   Robin ran them through their paces. She played fetch, tossing a stick for them to retrieve. She had them lay down, roll over, play dead... When they looked thirsty, she allowed them to lap water from a bowl.


   Through it all, the five remaining guests stood, mesmerized by what they were seeing. Jennifer's parents, Bob and Nan Hayes looked far more uncomfortable with the goings-on that the other couple, Syd and Norma Schwartz. And Jennifer kept trying to half heartedly avert her eyes, but she was quite obviously internally conflicted, seemingly forced by something to bear witness.


   "That's the extent of their training so far," Robin announced when the slaves were  done with their exhibition. "Go lie down," she ordered, and the pets crawled over to a shady spot on the lawn to stretch out and rest.


   "That was incredible," Norma proclaimed as she applauded. Syd clapped as well, while the Hayes family looked on, shell shocked, at a total loss for words.


     "Um...... yes, th.....that was.......was incredible," Nan agreed quickly, "Th......thank you.  Th....thank you both. But.........um......we have to be going."


   "Uh yes, we do," Bob concurred too quickly. "We, um......have an early flight tomorrow and haven't finished up with packing. Th.....thank you so much for everything."


   "Yes, thank you," Nan said, already making for their car. "Come along Jenny, we need to get home."


   Syd and Norma stayed about four hours. They tried their hand at commands with the pets, and had no qualms with having them lie at our feet while we ate dinner. I really didn't believe they had ever had any experience with the lifestyle, neither did Robin. We both agreed that they were probably so open minded and liberal, that "To each his own," was probably their philosophy. (Either that, or they felt they were on the cusp of some new really "Hip" trend).


   The next day we were back in that muggy rainy weather pattern that had been plaguing us. Robin and I had finished lunch and were sitting on the porch, naked, reading, while the pets did their calisthenics on the lawn. The rain had eased up a bit, it was a combination mist/drizzle/light fog, but jacquie and mynx were wet.


   The phone rang, and Robin picked up the potable from the table between us.


   "Yes,.....yes,......., no we haven't,.......of course,.................that would be fine,.........you're welcome."


  Robin hung up. "That was Jennifer Hayes," she explained. "She lost her earring yesterday and wondered if we had found it. When I told her we hadn't, she asked if she might come over a look for it. I told her she could. She said she'd be over in about twenty minutes."


    "That's fine," I said, getting back to my book.


   The rain had begun to intensify by the time we saw Jennifer pulling up in her red Mini. She got out of the car dressed in jeans, flip flops, and a long sleeve white front buttoned blouse. She had her long brown hair tied back in a high pony tail. The steady rainfall made her have to duck down and run from the car to the house to minimize her exposure.


   "Wow, it's really starting to rain," she proclaimed as she came up on the porch. "I almost turned back for...." She stopped speaking when she had lifted her head. Robin and I were seated on a wicker settee, naked, while jacquie and mynx, also naked were kneeling between our legs, giving us head."


    "Yes," Robin agreed, "The rain is picking up. We were lucky to have had such a fine day when you were here yesterday."


   Jennifer didn't say anything at first, but then she didn't look away either. One instant she watched the steady rhythmic bobbing of mynx's head as she swallowed my cock, the next instant she watched the slow motion swaying of jacquie's head as she strove to get her tongue deep up into her Mistress.


   "Um,.....I could come back later, if you want," she offered. "I don't want to intrude."


   "Don't be ridiculous," Robin countered. "You didn't come over here looking for an earring anyway, now, did you?"


   "Wh.....what," Jennifer jumped, seemingly shocked at the incredulous accusation. "I told you I lost my earring yesterday. I just came over to look for it."


    "Yes, that's true, you did say that" Robin allowed, "But it wasn't the truth now was it? You weren't wearing earrings yesterday, were you. You just wanted to have an excuse to come over and see the slaves without having to worry about having your parents present while you watched them. Isn't that more to the truth of the matter?"


   Jennifer was silent. Caught red handed in her lie. Suddenly, she fell to her knees, crying, and repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I thought you wouldn't let me come over without my parents, and I couldn't think of any other reason to try and get asked over.


   "I just had to come over. Please, please teach me to be a slave like them. Please....."


   I was stunned, but Robin acted like she had suspected it all along.


   "What do you know about 'them,' or how they live, or what they are," she asked.


   "They're subs, they submit to you."


    "That's what you think this is?"


   "It's more than that. I know.  I've read the Story of O. Many times. I've looked at lots of BDSM porn, the German and Dutch stuff, not the stuff from California. I want to be a slave. I want to be made to do things for someone. Teach me. I know you could. I'll do anything you want. Anything. I promise!"


   Jennifer was bent all the way over now, and was groveling at Robin's feet, kissing them, sucking her toes. Robin allowed this to continue, then she said, "jacquie, mynx, Sit!"


   The pets quit eating us and assumed their positions as commanded.


   "Really," Robin said, sarcastically. "You really think so, do you?"


   "Yes, yes, please," Jennifer returned eagerly. "Make me do something. Let me show you."


   Robin didn't answer right away. She seemed to be worked things out in her head.


   "Get up," she ordered angrily.


   Jennifer stood in front of her.


   "Walk out to the lawn."


   We watched as Jennifer went down the steps into the now teeming rain and walked out on the grass. When she was about twenty-five feet from the house, Robin yelled, "Stop!"


   Jennifer stopped, and turned around  to face us.


   "Who the fuck told you to turn around, you stupid bitch," Robin yelled again. "All you fucking need to do is whatever I fucking tell you to do, and nothing else. Get it?"


   "Yes, Ma'am," Jennifer answered, turning away from us.


   I watched Robin intently. She knew exactly what she was doing, and how she wanted to do it. Her patience was incredible, and I knew she was mind fucking the girl.


    Five minutes passed, then ten, fifteen. Jennifer was drenched, her clothes soaked completely through. Her light blue bra clearly visible through the wet material of her blouse.


   "Turn around and face me, cunt!"


   Jennifer obeyed.


   "Take the tie back out of your hair."


   Jennifer had to work a bit to get the elastic from her wet hair.


   "Kick off those sandals."


   We watched as Jennifer obeyed Robin, and was now barefoot on the wet grass. Puddles were forming at her feet.


   "I want you to rip off your blouse and toss it on the ground."


   Jennifer reached up and tore open her shirt, buttons popping open. She had to tug to get the wet cloth off her shoulders. Slowly, she let the ruined garment fall at her feet.


   "Take off the jeans."


  Again Jennifer complied without hesitation. The denim clung to her, and she was forced to sit on the grass in order to get the tight legs down. She stood back up when she was out of them.


   Dressed now in only her massive matronly looking blue bra and cotton  panties, we were able to see what she looked like. Wide child bearing hips, narrow shoulders, huge breasts, a more than ample stomach roll, hairy arms covered in  long dark hair, probably forty pounds or more over her optimal weight.


   "Take off your bra next, pig."


  Jennifer reached back and undid the five clasps that strained to hold her tits in check, pulled the bra forward off her shoulders, releasing the obscenely flabby, overly large milk bags.


   Robin and I looked at the young girl standing in the rain in just her white cotton briefs. Her hair matted and clumped. Her head down. Pathetic was the first word that came into my mind.


   "Panties next, slut," Robin ordered.


   Slower, but still not hesitating, Jennifer stuck her fingers in the elastic top of her panties at her hips, and pulled them down, bending over as she stepped out of them.


   Now completely naked, her lower belly covered by a large dense patch of curly brown pubic hair for all to see. She didn't make an attempt to cover herself. She kept her arms at her sides, just standing still in the downpour.


   After quite a few minutes, Robin asked, "How tall are you?"


   "Five foot six, Ma'am."


   "And what do you weigh?"


   "About 163 pounds," came the sheepish reply, obviously unhappy with her body image.


   "How old are you?"


    "Twenty, Ma'am."


   "Do you trim your pubic hair?"


    "Yes Ma'am, but just around the edges."


   "How big is your chest?"


   "48 double D," again noticeable embarrassment at her abnormal size.


   "When did your chest start to develop?"


   Jennifer paused a second, I wasn't sure if she was trying to remember, or if she was mortified at the direction of Robin's interrogation.


   "When I was eleven," she answered softer, her head dropping a bit forward.


   "What was that, cunt? We can't hear you. Speak up!"


   "My breasts developed when I was eleven, Ma'am," she said much louder this time.


   "What was that like at school, bitch?"


   You could see Jennifer being forced to relive some unpleasant memories as she answered. "The girls made mean comments behind my back. Saying what a slut I was. They spread rumors that I was letting some of the boys feel me up. The boys kept accidently bumping into me in the hallways, trying to feel them. Many of them would openly stare at my chest whenever they could get away with it."


   "Take your left hand and lift your left breast," Robin ordered.


Jennifer picked up the slippery udder and held it up.


   "I want you to slap your breast with your right hand five times, as hard as you can."


   Jennifer didn't hesitate at all. She raised her right hand and slapped herself opened handed very hard, five times in quick succession.


   "Five more, cunt."


   Jennifer obeyed.


   "Do the other tit, same thing, ten slaps."


   Once more, Jennifer slapped herself. Even from the distance in the heavy rain, we could see her skin turning pink as she obeyed.


   "Again, you fat cow. Ten on each udder, but I want you to do it even harder.


   You could hear the sound of the slaps echo all around as Jennifer slapped herself. She yelped in pain with each strike.


   Robin allowed Jennifer to relax a minute. The rain was starting to ease up.


   "Last time, cunt, only this time, I want you to use a closed fist. Impress me. Show me you mean it. Punch your fucking disgusting tits. Punish them for all the humiliation they've given you!"


   Jennifer lifted her left breast, balled up her right fist and punched herself so hard, she dropped to one knee from the pain.


   "Get up, bitch," Robin screamed.


   Jennifer got up, and resumed her self punishment. By the sixth punch, she was crying, but she kept at it until both breasts had been pummeled ten times each.


   "Here is what I will offer you," Robin said. "This is your decision to make. I don't care one way or the other. This was all your idea in the first place. If you wish to be trained as a slave, be here this Friday at 9:00AM. Not a minute later. That will give you five days to think this over. I will give you a one week probationary trial. One week only. At the end of that trial period, I will tell you if I will keep you on or not. Make whatever arrangements you have to, as you will be staying here for seven days., and you won't be allowed communications with anyone. Any questions?"


   "No, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am."


  "To keep you focused for the next five days on what you are about to undertake. I want you to stop shaving.  Cunt, arm pits, legs. Let your hair grow. Next, you are to slap and punch your hideous udders ten times each, four times every day. That's ten slaps and then ten punches, hard! I except to see bruises on them when you return.


   "Yes, Ma'am."


   "If you choose to not go through with this, all you need do is not show up on Friday."


   "I'll be here, Ma'am. I promise. Thank you."


   "Now, leave your clothes where they are, and go home!"


   The look in Jennifer's eyes told us she wasn't expecting that little wrench in the works. She was obviously trying to figure out how to get back home naked. But, it didn't stop her. She didn't balk.


   "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am."


   We watched her leave her clothes behind, get into her car, and drive away.


   "Do you think she'll come back, Robin," I asked.


   "I'd take it to the bank," she said, then to the slaves, "Back to work, ladies," and the slaves resumed their oral ministrations to us.


   


  


  





  


  
















  


   



  

  



    


   





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