Sera

Kitten

The only thing that distracted me from the incredible story my Auntie Ashleigh was telling us was the fact that I was cuddled up all nice and snug to Stevie, and the level and intensity of the horny this was creating within me. I knew that this would be

the night

.

Orbiting this planetary reality were two smaller realities that begged for attention, the first one being Stevie himself and a vague disappointment with myself where he was concerned. It wasn't very long ago that I wanted to tear his head off over what he'd done regarding Gina, and it seemed to me that I should still be mad as hell at him, but I just couldn't be. I loved him. I could never stay that mad at him over anything. Nothing could come before him or between us and, as much as I hated to admit it, felt guilty as hell about it, that included Gina. Even Daddy. And, as Ashleigh's story unfolded further and further, I began to understand why that was, which leads to the second reality that begged for my attention.

I felt the way I did about my Stevie, even above Gina and Daddy, because he was of Sera and so was I. It was right. It was proper. It was necessary. The more I learned of our family history, the more I came to understand and accept that I was a part of it, but not simply a member of a household as I was back in Langley. I had a responsibility to this household, to this family and, most importantly, to Sera.

I

was important, a link in a great and powerful chain that went all the way back to Seraphine. I knew that I had a purpose in life, and that purpose wasn't to look after Daddy's and Aunty Peggy's houses.

I looked at him as he listened attentively, letting my eyes go from his cute face all the way down his yummy body, lingering with a slow smile where the big, hard lump of cock meat in the front of his pants was before continuing down the rest of his body. I wanted to stick my hands in his pants and grab it so bad. I wanted to do a lot of things.

Mummy and Auntie Kathleen still sat in the two armchairs opposite us, holding hands and listening as attentively as Stevie was. Their nipples were poking sharply at their thin tops, but even were it not for that, I still would have been able to tell how horny they were.

As riveting as the story was, I couldn't wait for the meeting to be over.

"This necessary sabbatical of Rebecca's," Ashleigh continued, "was how she first came to know Montreal. She wrote that she fell in love with the city from the moment she stepped off the family's private railcar at Windsor Station with her nurse, an older woman named Megan Richard, and two male attendants.

"Pre-arranged transportation was waiting and, after her luggage was loaded, she boarded the carriage and was on her way to accommodations on Rue Saint-Paul. Once there, she changed and went back out with Megan while her attendants saw to any final procedures and arrangements to finishing up her move. They took a brief foot tour, experienced French cuisine and finally returned to her luxury flat where she promptly began to feel homesick. Though she'd already fallen in love with the city, she was alone, without her mother and the comfort and security of familiar surroundings for the first time in her life. After two days, she began to think of her late grandmother, Eleonore, and how much she missed her. After five days she was outright depressed and her nurse began to worry. She convinced her young and beautiful employer to take another stroll with her on the evening of the sixth day she'd been there, and Rebecca's lethargic decision to humour the woman would be, unbeknownst to her at the time, a turning point in her sex life.

"As any Canadian knows, relations between French Quebec and English Canada have never been close, and the situation was no different back in nineteen-fifteen. So it happened that on this evening while Rebecca- who had long begun to show- was experiencing her second sampling of the city's cuisine with Megan, a French couple in their late twenties was sitting nearby at another table. They were looking over, smirking and speaking loud enough to be heard by half the restaurant but, since Rebecca couldn't understand French, she didn't know what they were saying. Megan, however, understood French perfectly well and, if the couple's body language and facial expressions weren't enough to tell Rebecca that none of it was good, Megan's translation was.

"She sat listening to it while she ate, Megan's low and shamed voice telling her how, among other things, they were referring to Rebecca as an Irish prostitute, fresh off the boat with another Anglophone trash bastard in her belly to litter the streets of Montreal with. They said a lot more, but I'm sure you get the point. Other diners were listening, some of them finding it amusing while others mostly ignored it. Rebecca only sat and continued to listen quietly to Megan's translation of the disrespectful tirade, her depression quickly evaporating while her mind creatively invented some new things to keep her entertained during her stay in Montreal. When she was done with her meal, she called for the cheque and paid not only for hers and Megan's meal, but that of the offensive, sneering French couple as well. She got up to leave, but first approached their table, looking the man straight in the eye. Emboldened and ignorant, he had no reason that he knew of not to meet her cold stare. A moment later, he sat blank faced as she did the same thing to his wife before they both received some simple, terse instructions.

"They followed Rebecca and Megan out of the restaurant and back to her flat on Rue Saint-Paul, silent and always ten steps behind as would be the new norm for them. Megan, however, didn't join them right away as she had some instructions of her own that she was off to see to.

"Meanwhile, Rebecca was reprogramming her new acquisitions. At the restaurant, she'd influenced them enough to obey her and stay quiet but, there at the flat, she modified this a little so that they could never speak to anyone outside the flat unless it concerned and was required of Rebecca's business. This was pretty much the extent of it though, because in this way they wouldn't be simple, mindless zombies and could be as useful as possible to her without being a security hazard. Of course, this meant that they were left with complete awareness and their own natural personalities, including their pride and self-respect, fully intact, as it was desirable to Rebecca to slowly destroy these things rather than just erase it from them. She never knew their names, never even asked because she didn't care. From then on, they would be known only as 'boy' and 'girl'. Failing that, they would be referred to as slaves because that's exactly how she'd use them. And abuse them. She made this abundantly clear to them along with the fact that they would refer to her only as 'Mistress De la Garde'. These two would now be taking over from her personal attendants the more unpleasant day to day duties of the flat for the duration of her stay in Montreal. These attendants would be their immediate superiors, Megan above them and Rebecca above her. Lastly, she told them there would be dire consequences if she or her staff ever heard a single word of French from their mouths. They were to use English and only English until or unless otherwise notified.

"They agreed to all this because, of course, Rebecca's influence compelled them to, but her limited use of that influence allowed them to be wide eyed and completely mortified at what they were being told. However, if the thought of these things were objectionable, Megan's arrival brought home just what kind of degradation and abuse they were in for. She was accompanied by no less than sixteen men, every one of them Irish and every one of them grinning in anticipation after having been promised a good time by Megan. Imagine their surprise when they learned their partner would be the refined young French woman.

They fell on her, fondling her tits and ass, grabbing her pussy and practically fighting over her as her clothes were torn from her body in the ensuing tug of war. She was thoroughly fucked in all three holes and, those that didn't mind, used her husband's two while they waited their turn at his wife. Having been employed by the De la Gardes for a few years previously, Megan didn't mind when she was told to join in while Rebecca amused herself with the hard cocks of her two attendants.

"After this, the first orgy in her flat, young Rebecca's mood had lifted. Though she was still homesick, she'd found enough to keep her busy between reading in order to continue her education as she could, and the sexual delights that her 'boy' and 'girl' provided her. Furthermore, she began to develop as an individual in terms of being 'Mistress De la Garde'.

"She writes that she enjoyed using the Bungays while in Toronto and, considering that introduction to sex, one shouldn't be surprised at a certain natural expectation of control over her sexual partners on her part. Her two slaves really allowed her to explore this and it helped to define her as a person, gave direction for a young lady as she would grow to a mature woman. It was, if you ask me, instrumental in creating the force of nature she would later become.

"This time away from Toronto would not only define her as a person and as a woman, but it also gave her a sense of independence while broadening her personal horizons. Although she never stopped missing her mother and her home, these days In Montreal were the best and happiest of her life. She stayed for just over a year, lingering after having given birth to our grandmother, Samantha, in late nineteen-sixteen while rationalizing her reluctance to leave any way she could. She finally did leave in the spring of nineteen-seventeen.

"By this time, she'd completely broken her two slaves. In fact, tight in the grip of what is now known as

Stockholm Syndrome

, they adored their Mistress. She had also grown attached to them and had forgiven the offence in the restaurant which had led them to her service. Having overheard enough to know she was leaving shortly, they were quite upset at the very real prospect of soon losing her. So they came to their Mistress, bare naked as usual, and prostrated themselves before her, begged to be taken to Toronto with her. When she told them she had no intention of leaving any of her property behind, including them, they were so happy and grateful that they climbed up her skirts and started licking her pussy without even being told. She writes that, while this type of independent behaviour would normally have earned them harsh punishment, she was moved to the extent that she sat down to open her legs and make it easy for them to get her off. Afterward, she even personally took them out and bought them both a complete wardrobe at the finest clothiers in Montreal.

"I should state here," Auntie clarified with a smile," that this attitude of theirs towards her,

Stockholm Syndrome

or no, was all very much sincere and unsolicited by Sera. Their influential programming, according to Rebecca, was never changed from that first evening of their acquisition. Thereafter, they became her top personal aides, no longer relegated to cleaning toilets and other undesirable work, and enjoyed a very privileged lifestyle alongside the bondage, pain and humiliation that they'd come to love being the recipient of as much as Rebecca loved being its provider. She even named them- John and Jane- but neither one ever did utter another word in French for as long as they lived.

"By this time, the tragic calamity that was the First World War had been well under way. However, the family prospered by this, selling its manufactured goods to both the Canadian and British armies and other European nations as well. And the need for food in Europe was paramount, even for a little while after the war was over, and Eleonore's past decision to invest heavily in the agricultural sector certainly paid off.

"Another fortunate convenience that the war provided was a very believable cover story for the existence of Samantha. Her fictional father was born in Montreal where Rebecca had fictionally met and married him before he went off to war and got fictionally killed in action at Vimy Ridge. God knows that war made widows and fatherless children by the thousands, so it wasn't a story anybody would ever doubt for a second, and only added to the already strong righteous appearances Odette had built up around House De la Garde.

"So life went more or less back to normal for a while. Rebecca took her place in her office to begin the completion of her familiarity with the ever more convoluted family business, and once again took part in the frequent sex parties that she and her mother hosted in the second floor parlour.

"As her mother and grandmother was, Samantha was homeschooled and, regarding Sera, was uninformed to the same degree while being similarly warned to never speak of what happened within the home while she was without. But it turned out that Rebecca's daughter wasn't the problem where the need to maintain secrecy was concerned."

Shifting in her seat once again, Auntie leaned back, propping her elbow on its arm as a reflective expression came to her features. She regarded the desk for a few moments as though composing her thoughts before looking up, a brief glance at each of us in turn, before she continued with what I could swear was shame.

"As you might imagine, information on a person that comes from that same person isn't necessarily accurate or complete due to a natural level of impartiality. So, while some of what comes next is provided by Rebecca, a lot of it was provided by Grammy. ... Rebecca started to... lose it... for want of a better description. It started when she was young, I think, but to such a small and slow degree that it wasn't recognizable as a progressive thing until she was older, when the pace of her emotional degradation made it impossible to excuse or rationalize it away, much less ignore.

"One might say that by the mid nineteen-twenties her 'Mistress' persona had bled through the confines of her sexual identity and had begun to assert itself in her everyday life. She'd become more stoic and her expectations of those around her, especially the staff, became greater while her patience with them shrank. Only her mother was immune to this. Her slaves, John and Jane, were perspectively exempt, being that they were used to and enjoyed much worse from her. To see a smile on her face became almost a rarity, replaced by an expression of tension, as though she were under some personal stress. Odette was only too glad to have her back to pay very much attention. Later on, she would tell Grammie that she certainly noticed a change in her daughter in later years, but attributed it to her dominant sexual practices becoming a crutch in dealing with what was becoming an unmanageably large business empire. Odette admitted to being stressed over their work herself, and therefore didn't pay as much mind as she might have.

"But eventually, a decision was made to alleviate their workload. While this decision was made between Odette and Rebecca, the details were contested and, in the end, Odette had to pull rank, and it's a good thing she did. See, unlike Rebecca, she'd been around for the turn of the century and had been taught her business ideals by Eleonore while she also witnessed the birth of the then modern business model and how it had come about, as well as what was lost in its creation. I won't get into the details because I'm no financier myself, and there's only one person in the room who wouldn't hear anything other than gibberish if I were to try," she said, looking at my Stevie.

"So, if I may keep it simple, Odette didn't like the centralized banking system. Furthermore, the idea that the family's wealth was represented by a paper currency that this system more or less controlled made her very uncomfortable, as is understandable given that Odette was raised by the woman who kept her family's wealth beneath her root cellar in a strong-box, right? This unease with paper currency had always been at the back of her mind, so the decision was finally made to convert most of their currency, which was really only a number at the bank anyway, to gold. At the same time, a home renovation was commissioned which created a small sub-basement, most of which was used as a secure vault for their wealth. Everyone who had anything to do with the building of that vault, from workers to the people who employed them and those who subcontracted them, were influenced to never speak of it as it was being constructed and to forget it existed once it was finished. Once all of their gold was transported there, it was watched over by a heavily armed and influenced private security team and Odette's concerns over the centralized banking system were effectively put to rest.

"Meanwhile, the root of disagreement between mother and daughter, that being how to downsize their empire for manageability, was beginning to drive a wedge between the two. Rebecca's newfound and increasing tyranny wouldn't work on Odette, who saw her daughter thinking more from a control point of view rather than her own perspective of common sense. In the end, after a shouting match that Grammie remembered well, Odette put her foot down when Rebecca started moving around the topic of dividing the family's wealth. This pulling of rank didn't sit well with Rebecca and, although they did reconcile, their relationship was never quite the same.

"The result of their- I should say Odette's- business decision saw a mass sell-off of their manufacturing companies and most of their natural resource interests. Not trusting the "flighty" markets any more than the centralized banking system, Odette only invested a small sum of their wealth there, enough to supplement the expansion of the only real business they had left, which was real estate, cartage, agriculture and beef, pork and poultry production.

"So, while income was drastically cut, their gold reserves were fattened much, much further by this mass sell-off and, since their actual living expenses were relatively small, the business they did retain could more than adequately support them without requiring practically every waking, stressed out hour of their day in order to maintain. Even Rebecca had to admit that it made things a lot easier, but she disliked the almost total sacrifice of their heavy control and influence over others and, to a great extent, the political and social world around them. To her, this power was infinitely more important than the fact that they now had literally more wealth than they could ever know what to do with.

"As I mentioned earlier, this downsizing would turn out to be a critically fortunate move because about three years later, on October twenty-ninth, nineteen-twenty-nine, came an event known in the annals of history as 'Black Tuesday'. Auntie glanced again at Stevie with a smile, who was nodding slowly with a grim smile of his own before she elaborated with, "On that day, the

New York Stock Exchange

lost all gains of the previous year within hours. By November thirteenth, over one hundred billion Dollars had disappeared from the American economy which, in today's terms, comes to about one point three Trillion. What followed was a world-wide economic depression that beat Canada's head in for the next decade. This was the reason our father had quit school in grade three to start his work life. By nineteen-thirty-three, the unemployment rate was thirty percent. At the same time, the wages of those who were fortunate enough to have jobs were cut as prices and profits dropped in every sector.

"The family did suffer some losses, but their fortune wasn't tied up in the markets and they'd already sold off ninety percent of their business interests. But, as so many people had lost their jobs, they naturally couldn't afford to pay their rent and with the disappearance of so many business, both big and small, many De la Garde properties were no longer bringing in profits. Their cartage firms had taken a hit as well, what with such a drop in cargo volume to be moved, and since food prices had dropped along with the price of everything else, the agriculture and meat production aspect of the family's income was also hurt. Nevertheless, people have to eat, have shelter and, since many other cartage business went under, there was enough work to keep De la Garde cartage running. When the dust settled, enough income remained that Odette and Rebecca didn't have to worry, or even adjust their personal lifestyles.