#gaspard

Sir Donald said, “Rene, we will take your request to be considered an “Ace” under consideration. Of course, you could seduce another woman to come to Roissy. That would eliminate any doubt about your prowess with the opposite sex. But now, we have asked Anne Marie to give us a brief report on the status of things at Roissy.”

With that Anne Marie got up from her seat at the desk in the corner and addressed the group. “Gentlemen, things are going well. I have prepared the quarterly financials and they are available for review if any of you wish to see them. The money we received from Arte Television for the filming of Julienne’s cervix being pierced and interviews with her was quite substantial. It certainly helped our bottom line. Plus, we have the potential income from private sales of the procedure’s filming.”

Old Cyril interrupted, “Will they actually show it on television?”

Anne Marie answered, “My understanding from Verona and her producer is that the graphic images will be blurred, but the screams will be quite audible. She thinks it will be quite popular with a certain part of her audience. If you like, I can arrange for a private viewing for you.”

“Yes, that might be nice.”

Anne Marie continued, “The girl Rene and Sutton brought – she is called Marloes - is being prepared as we speak. She will be presented for your use and amusement later tonight.”

“Who are the girls that are preparing her?” asked Gaspard.

“Why, Nena and Eurydice are doing it. It will be one of their last acts here at Roissy. As you recall, we decided to ‘retire’ them from service here. This weekend I will be sending them to Haus der Sklavin. There they will serve as ‘entertainment’ for some type of company party. My younger cousin Zuri and I have arranged for a trade. After the big party, they will be sending some of their talent here. Nena and Eurydice have served the Society well, but they are getting a little, how shall I say it? A little worn looking perhaps.”

Ralph interjected, “Yes. As I recall you bought them both from a brothel in Kiev. Correct? I presume they had some hard use there.”

“Yes. Quite so.”

Scene: The library at Chateau Roissy. Sitting around at various easy chairs are several Roissy Masters – Sir Donald, Old fat Cyril, Ralph, Frank, and Gaspard. Anne Marie is sitting at a desk in the corner quietly shuffling some papers.

Action: Rene enters. He says to the group, “I presume you are all here to help break in that new girl that Sutton and I discovered along the roadside south of Amsterdam. I spoke to Anne Marie about it. If I am not mistaken, she is the fifth girl that I have brought here, and I should now be considered an Ace.”

Hearing this, old Cyril leaned over and whispered in Sir Donald’s ear, “That twit is lucky that Stephen is his half-brother; otherwise, we wouldn’t tolerate him.” Sir Donald chuckled and said to Rene, “I’m not quite sure that is correct, old fellow. True enough, you did bring O here to Roissy, and later that friend of hers, Jacqueline. Of course, O is now the property of Sir Stephen, and Jacqueline didn’t last very long. And you recently brought that girl with the man’s name… What is her name, I forget?”

Cyril piped up, “She goes by Blaise. And her training is coming along nicely.”

Sir Donald continued, “And now this girl. By my count that makes only four, not five.”

Rene countered, “You are forgetting Chloe.”

Cyril responded, “Dear boy, Chloe only visited. True, she had agreed to come here for training, but never made it due to that unfortunate event in Malaga. And now, she is where?”

Rene answered, “I don’t really know. Kidnapped by terrorists. Dead perhaps or worse. But she had agreed to come to Roissy.” Sir Donald broke in, “Yes, but she didn’t technically come here for training. But what about this girl you and that Sutton fellow have brought? When does her training start? And why isn’t Sutton here?” Rene answered, “She is being prepared now. She will be presented later this evening. As for Sutton – he wanted to first go see his fiancée first. You know, the model Alessa. She was here once. Briefly. He missed her and she him.”

“So, Sutton is pussy whipped?”

Old Cyril again broke in, “Yes. But what a fine pussy she is. A shame she doesn’t have the disposition of Sir Stephen’s O. That girl is a born slave; Stephen is lucky that way. I do think she would gladly die for him. Alessa doesn’t seem that way, but I remember when she was here. Only for a week or so, but… Oh, Ralph, you’ve seen her recently haven’t you? And Frank, too?”

Ralph looked up and said, “Yes. Last night as a matter of fact.”