Part Three:
Adorned
Cassandra was awakened at dawn. Grumbling, she was pulled from the Magister's
huge bed by four very short but strapping, maids. She was then escorted, wrapped
in a sheet, to a room that had obviously been originally set up for her. A room
she hadn't slept in. A huge fire roared in an enormous fireplace before a
massive four-poster bed.
Once again a wooden tub had been filled with water, this time for her alone.
With a judicious use of her demonic power, she heated the water herself then
stepped into the tub. The water came up to her neck as she sat down. With a cozy
sigh, she settled in for a soak.
Then two huge, horse-faced women came in. They grabbed her arms and went after
her with harsh soap and rough rags, determined to scrub her within an inch of
her life.
"Hey! Cut that shit out!" Cassandra howled in indignation. After a large amount
of slopped water, Cassandra stood up and pushed them off of her. "Look, I'm
already clean, dam'mit! Unlike everybody else around here, I fucking bathe every
damn day!" She held out her arms for them to see. They ignored her words and
lunged forward.
"I said STOP!" Cassandra commanded her voice laced with demonic depth. Power
flared in a corona around her, flames blazed up on her skin in a wash of heat.
Her hair floated up to wave in the infernal wind. The water in the tub bubbled
and steamed in a boil.
The two women screamed and fell away cowering on the floor.
"That's more like it," Cassandra hissed. "I will bathe myself and if you are
good I won't char you to ashes," she growled. The image of the two women
writhing and screaming in flames danced entertainingly through her thoughts. 'I
don't remember being this blood-thirsty,' Cassandra mused, a little puzzled.
The women whimpered in fright, too scared to move.
After a nice soak, Cassandra allowed them to dry her off with a huge sheet. They
then offered to rub her in exotic scented oils. Agreeing to this, they massaged
her feet then her long muscular legs. Strong hands worked the oil into her
thighs then fingers swept through the short pelt of her trimmed pussy. They dove
into the seam of her thighs, under her ass then in the furrow of her butt
cheeks.
Cassandra moaned in warm pleasure as their hands smoothed over her tummy and
fingers dug into her firm ass. Her waist was oiled and cooed over for its
narrowness. Up her ribcage the hands swept and across her back then over her
shoulders and around her breasts.
Fingers circled closer then closer to her pointed nipples, finally touching them
then pinching them lightly, giving her little jolts of pleasure that streaked
straight to her pussy.
Her neck was oiled, wrapping her in a cloud of scent. Their hands stroked down
her arms paying special attention to her bare armpits and each individual
finger.
Encouraged by the maids, she tasted a delicate powder they wanted to dust her
body with. She discovered that it was sweet, a honeyed, super-fine sugar. With a
puff of sheepskin, she was dusted with the very fine delicate powder. Gently
they covered her from her throat, all over her breasts, down her thighs and over
her firm ass. They paid close attention to her pussy, sweeping the sheepskin
deep into her pink flesh.
'Sugaring me up for my appointment with the Monsignor,' she figured.
Giggling at Cassandra's reaction to the sweet dust, they helped her sit on a low
stool. Gold silk stockings were rolled up her glossy hairless legs to just above
her knee. The maids whispered and muttered as they explored the silky smoothness
of her shaved shins.
'Too bad they're all nasty looking, or this could have been very interesting,'
Cassandra thought in amusement. Ribbon garters were tied into bows below her
knees to keep the stockings up. She looked down into the face of the maid
sitting between her thighs and tying her garters.
'Hmm, this one's not too bad,' she thought with a wicked gleam in her eye. The
maid appeared to be younger. She looked more like someone in her late 'teens
than the rest of the horse-faced house frous, and she looked fairly clean.
"Wait," Cassandra said, as the maid started to rise. The girl froze and turned
to her in trepidation. "What is your name?" Cassandra asked her.
"I'm Flora, Mistress," the chit whispered in fright.
"Well Flora, I want you to do something for me." Cassandra waved the other maids
away. The young maid's fear was palpable and it was exciting her.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"I want you to kiss me," Cassandra said very softly. "I want you to kiss me
here," she said, spreading her thighs and presenting her freshly oiled and
sugar-dusted pussy.
"Kiss you? There?" Flora hesitated.
'Oh, goody! A virgin to cunnilingus! How nice.' Cassandra thought wickedly. "Yes
Flora, kiss me there. Now." Flora bent forward and pressed soft lips on the
inverted cross of Cassandra's closely trimmed mound.
"Very nice, I am the Mistress and you must do as I say," Cassandra practically
growled then moaned in appreciation. "Now, lick it, right here," she whispered
using her carmine nails to part the plump petals of her mons revealing the pink
inner flesh of her damp and voracious pussy. "Lick it all, Flora, lick
everything."
Flora's little tongue touched her delicately then with more enthusiasm as the
sugar melted into Cassandra' pearly essence.
"Yes my sweet girl, a little harder, a little quicker and don't miss anything,"
she sighed as bliss began to roll up her body in slow waves. She was really
getting off on the total control she had over the young maid.
Flora's tongue slathered all over Cassandra's delicate and hungry flesh then
dipped into the gaping dripping hole that was the gate to her womb. Flora
grabbed at Cassandra's knees for support and went at it with a will. The sound
of delightful slurping filled the chamber.
'I see I have a convert; a little Lesbian in the making,' Cassandra chuckled to
herself. "Yes my sweet girl, now lick me here," she said and pointed her finger
at her clit. Flora poked her tongue at the tiny nubbin of flesh then wiggled.
"Mmm! Delightful girl!" Cassandra said in appreciation. "A little harder and a
little quicker, yes," she hissed as a wave of pleasure gripped her and
threatened to spill over. "Just a little bit more," Cassandra said as she began
to fight for breath. Her hips rocked forward onto Flora's mouth.
Cassandra felt her orgasm begin to crest. She reached out and grabbed Flora by
the hair and mashed her pussy against Flora's lips and working tongue, raising
her bottom from the stool to fuck the girl's face. Harshly Cassandra pinched her
own nipples and heat flooded up from her pussy in a wave of demonic power,
rushing through her in a shrieking, clenching crushing climax. Cassandra felt
her creamy woman cum pool then douse Flora's face.
She barely heard Flora's whimpers as Cassandra's power slammed into the little
virgin to give her an orgasm of her own.
"Good girl," Cassandra panted, dropping to the stool in gratified exhaustion.
Flora slumped over her knee, her face shiny with Cassandra's pleasure. The other
maids had cowered in the corner.
"I guess I'll need more sugar," Cassandra sighed. The rest of the maids crept
back to Cassandra even as Flora bolted from the room.
The jar of sugar powder was reopened and Cassandra was puffed with the
honey-dust then helped into flimsy gold chemise with delicate lace framing her
throat and the neckline. It was held closed with tiny bows from the neck down.
The maids lifted up a red velvet gown that had been draped across the black silk
damask comforter of the poster bed.
'My, my, my... No panties? How shameless!' Cassandra thought to herself with a
snicker. 'Looks like we are not even going to pretend what I'm going to be
doing.'
Cassandra cooed over the velvet in appreciation. It was the most beautiful dress
she had ever seen. It was long-sleeved and covered in gold trim with tiny bows.
Garnet and onyx jewels winked like stars all over the corset-like bodice. The
gown also opened all the way down the front and was held closed only by a row of
gold tipped ribbons that tied across the gilded bodice. Once she was helped into
it, Cassandra was pleased to see that the square neckline of the gown pushed her
breasts up invitingly.
"Hmm, definitely something meant to get out of in a hurry," Cassandra said to
herself as the maids placed matching slippers on her feet. They could have never
been called shoes; they were far too delicate to ever be worn outside.
After a final dusting of the honey powder across her breasts, one of the maids
stood back to look at her and frowned. Then to Cassandra's surprise, the maid
dipped her hands into Cassandra's bodice and scooped her breasts up until the
nipples rested at the very edge of the bodice, barely concealed by the lace.
Apparently pleased with the effect, the maid then shoved Cassandra into a low
chair before a vanity with a gilded mirror. With a look of fierce determination,
the maid picked up a hairbrush.
***
"Wow," was all that Cassandra could say as she gazed upon herself in the mirror.
Using heated iron rods, her hair had been skillfully curled and piled in a
magnificent heap atop her head. Onyx and garnet pins held it up with a gold
ribbon threaded through the mass. One pull on that ribbon and the whole thing
would come tumbling down.
The maids opened the glass and jewel pots of make-up. This was where Cassandra
figured she'd better take over. She absolutely refused to have them rub her face
with the lead-based facial make-up. Instead she gently dusted her cheeks and
forehead with the sweet powder. Using her fingertips, she dusted her lids
liberally with a gold dust, darkening the corners with an amethyst purple
powder. Realizing what she was looking at, Cassandra picked up a kole stick. She
rolled it in a tiny dish of oil then dipped the oiled stick in a pot of black
kole powder. Gently she outlined her eyes and darkened her lashes.
'Good thing I read that article in the National Geographic on ancient Egypt and
how they used this stuff,' Cassandra thought in amusement. A dark red powder was
presented to Cassandra. Oiling her lips lightly, she then brushed her lips with
the red powder. Her lips took the stain quickly and darkened to a deep crimson.
She added a touch of gold dust and achieved a glistening ruby that went nicely
with her nails. She smiled at her reflection.
Cassandra was hustled out of the room and hurried down the halls by the clucking
maids. At the top of a staircase, the maids set her free and bade her go down.
Carefully lifting the gold and velvet skirts, Cassandra glided down the broad
staircase.
