Isabel is shown around

Chapter 7

"Hey! Get up!" Roughly, Isabel is jerked out of her wild, confused dreams. Standing over her is Lilian, looking at her with barely fading disdain. "Time to start your new life, doll."

"Doll?" Tiredly Isabel straightens up and rubs her eyes. She feels as if she has slept only a couple of hours. Lilian tosses her some clothes. "Until we know what the lord makes of you, you're just a meat doll to me. Put this on." Annoyed, Lilian watches Isabel trying to say something. Her mouth opens, but then she decides otherwise and quickly stands up.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Maybe there is hope after all" Lilian quips and watches disinterestedly as Isabel peels herself out of her pale nightgown. With a little more interest she looks at the girl's firm body. It is well-trained, flexible and certainly fuckable enough to please her lord. But somehow she would still appreciate it if he would just turn the brazen little girl into a drooling something and bring the matter to a close. Lilian was also having a restless night. "Follow me."

Lilian bolts swiftly and gracefully through the estate's long, sumptuously decorated corridors, Isabel always a step behind her. While the (perhaps decades) older girl looks at her tablet and plans the day, Isabel looks around the estate conspicuously.

"Good morning Mistress" is the most common greeting, uttered by the many maids in their skimpy black and white outfits who are already buzzing around the estate like humming little bees. Isabel is astonished.

"People respect you."

"I make sure they have access to their god," Lilian says absently without looking up. "They are grateful to me for that." Isabel nods, but sees several other girls besides the maids. Blinking, she sees through several wall-high windows a large group of cheerleaders doing their warm-up exercises. That doesn't surprise Isabel. But the next one is.

"Why are they doing that?" she asks as they pass a human checkerboard. Several dozen girls stand in makeup and whorish costumes, dressed as chess pieces, in a sprawling park. Isabel stops at the railing of the skywalk through which she and Lilian are passing and looks at the scenes. A girl with long white boots, skimpy panties with a long strap-on dick on them and a rein in her mouth is bending over a girl lying on the ground wrapped in a black linen bag. All girls are holding oversized dildos or wear long strap-ons in the appropriate colors.

"Horse beats pawn," Lilian says. "Are you that stupid or do you have no sense of classical thinking?" Isabel shakes her head and tears herself away from the scene, but can't get the pained/lustful look of the pawn girl in black out of her head.

"I mean, why do they stay like that? Isn't the master..." Isabel falters as Lilian turns abruptly.

"I told you the lord decides what happens to you, doll. If he wants you to become one of his chess pieces then he makes you one."

"But why..."

"It's an honor for these girls to stand there for his pleasure day and night until he decides to play another round of chess."

"But that must hurt..."

"It's an honor," Lilian hisses, and Isabel goes quiet. She lowers her eyes in shame.

"Yes. An honor. I'm sorry Mistress."

"It's okay." Luckily Isabel looks to the ground otherwise she would see the startled expression on Lilian's face. "He... oh damn... He's not as evil as he seems. I talked to the pawns. They are happy and in no pain... as long as they don't get anal fucked I mean... most of the time anyway..." Now Lilian shakes her head. "You don't understand. If he wants then he can make anything out of us. And we want that. We have no pain as long as he doesn't want that. Those figures there, it's the fulfillment of their dreams. All of our dreams are being fulfilled here." A beeping sound on the tablet distracts her. "Now shut up and follow me. The lord should be up soon."

Finally, the two girls stop in front of an oversized door. Isabel puts her head back but Lilian grabs her by the shoulders.

"Now listen to me carefully, doll... sister." Isabel smiles but Lilian is serious. "No matter what is about to happen, you will obey the lord. Usually, he has already enchanted the girls, controlled them, but not you. He doesn't know you're coming, I think... So do what he says. You've never been in so much danger as you are now, understand?" Isabel nods. Then Lilian steps back... and does nothing. For two minutes she waits outside the door, together with six maids standing in line next to the door. The girls watch Isabel out of the corner of their eyes, but do not move. For the first time, the newcomer sees harsh looks from the other girls, dismissive and snooty. Isabel gets scared. But it is too late for that. After a beep, Lilian rushes forward and opens the door. And Isabel is pulled into the room as if by an invisible pull of fate.