*a follow-up to this post from two years ago
Nora was at her wits end. It had been a year since Lord Baas had entrusted her to get a stud for the ‘wives’ – the girls he’d taken in as his experiment. The stud had never been given a name (none of them ever were), but he just wouldn’t do his job. He was certainly nice enough to the girls, and didn’t talk much, but refused to the point of anger about doing what he was there to do. So…she began to treat him coldly after the first few months.
At first, it was snarky remarks that grew to outright insults before demanding he do what he had been brought there to do. He still stubbornly refused. Eventually, she put him in a spartan room, it’s only luxury being a tiny bathroom. It had a heavy door and secure locks, so he was treated little better than a prisoner. When the six-month mark of him being there hit, she began using harsher punishments on him, punishments that grew gradually crueler, though was most often whipping him until his flesh ripped open and began to bleed a not small amount, and was then left to heal up before it started all over.
This particular day was Distribution Day. Lord Baas would, over time, collect enough of his blood to distribute amongst the stud and the wives, but they would all get it the same day for the sake of ease. Nora had just finished another punishment session, and she was weary of it. Lord Baas would need to know about the stud’s stubbornness sooner or later. Presently, she was refining her appearance, ensuring that her clothes were neat, makeup was perfected, and hair was styled. With the finishing touches at last in place, she left the cellar where the wives lived, and headed onto the main room of the house to wait for Lord Baas, as per usual.
When he did finally arrive, she smiled brightly, hoping he’d really notice her this time. When he greeted her, there was no change in his demeanor toward her, though that didn’t cause her to falter in her admiration of him. Of course there was disappointment, but one day he’d take real notice of her, she was sure of it. He was in the process of handing over the collection of blood, when he paused for the briefest of moments and set it to the side rather than hand it directly to her.
“Is something wrong Master?” she asked. Her tone, normally authoritative and matter-of-fact with others, was more meek at present.
Lord Baas inhaled deeply before studying her a moment. “Nora, dear…” he began, with a patient half-smile. “…whatever have you been up to?”
“Sir?” she said, confused.
He reached out, touching the tiniest bit of blood she’d somehow missed from her hand. “You know I don’t like repeating myself.” he stated.
“I had to dole out a punishment sir. They’ve needed to be…rather frequent, I’m afraid.”
“Really. Who is the transgressor?” he asked.
“The stud.” she said with a sigh. “I’ve tried, but he simply refuses to do his job.”
“How so?” he inquired.
“He just….” she threw her hands in the hair. “Won’t have anything to do with the girls, and is very adamant about it.”
“Bring him to me after everyone has had their drink. If you can’t do what must be done, then I’ll have to tend to it.”
“Yes sir, sorry sir.” she said, her tone muted and slightly fearful.
Lord Baas handed over the drinks, and then dismissed her. She nodded, then quickly made her way downstairs, handing everyone their drinks, and making sure they had theirs, before taking the remaining one to the stud.