No undergarments are allowed at St Saviour’s, which means that the uniforms can be extremely tight fitting and before allowing the children to leave the room she tested their tightness, her rough hands groping around under shorts or kilts until she was completely satisfied. In the hall, before being sent to bed the children were served their first meal, a spread of cold meats and vegetables, fruit and lemonade.
Rachel Jones the cook made sure that they drank plenty of the lemonade, which had been spiced with the clever drugs that James, her son had dispensed.
To the new arrivals, St Saviour’s seemed like a palace. There was hot and cold running water, beds that had mattresses with woollen blankets and it smelt of fresh varnish and paint. There was also wholesome food to keep them healthy and a little sailor uniform for them to wear in the place of their filthy rags.
Alice towered over them, as they sat around the large oak tables that had been arranged facing the dais where the governors and their guests were seated.
Having eaten and then fallen into a drugged stupor, their attention was suddenly brought back to her as she lifted her whip high in the air and then brought it down hard across the governor’s table, filling the hall with a loud crack.
“Children,” Alice smiled. But there was little humour in that smile as she looked into the eyes of every child. “We have taken you from the horrors that befell you. We have rescued you, cleaned you, medically examined you, clothed and now fed you.
Tonight you will sleep in comfortable beds with the promise that we will be here for you tomorrow and the next day.” She said, watching the expressions on the there little faces.
The special drug meant that they were very impressionable; they would strive to obey her and feel pleased with the least remark she might reward them with.
“But after the second day it is up to you,” she told them. “I will only keep those who show they wish to stay, only those who do as they are told, who learn by example and strive to make their betters pleased with them.”
She came down from the dais and walked between the long tables to speak to them, her whip by her side.
“Who wishes to stay?” she asked softly.
Hands shot up and bright, freshly washed faces, looked towards her eagerly.
“Who wishes to make me happy?” she asked.
Children half rose from their seats, trying to make their hand extend beyond that of their competitors. “Me miss, me, me, me.”
Alice smiled, her heart pounding as she thought of all the harsh tests she would put them through to prove their loyalty.
“From tomorrow,” she said, her voice putting an end to their whispers, “you will earn your right to remain here with me. In doing so, you will earn the right to wear different coloured badges on your uniform!” she explained and lifted one up for the children to see.
“It will be a sign of my pleasure and something to be worn with pride,” she told them. Looking around her, Alice saw their faces light up and their eyes twinkle.
She looked back at the dais where the governors and their guests sat and Lord Holmes smiled affectionately at her, nodding his approval. A Little later, his tour of the building complete, Lord Holmes entertained his guests in the boardroom, his easy manner hiding the nervousness he felt within as he offered them a glass of sherry.
He desperately wanted the others on the board of governors to see him succeed.
After all, he was a lord.
Max Hughes, another industrialist took the offered glass of sherry and sipped it before nodding his appreciation. “Nice place you have here Holmes,” he told him.
Richard nodded and smiled. Max, he knew had recently acquired the ancestral home of the Duke of Roxborough. A large country house set in 200 acres of beautiful countryside.
“There’s no space to take them out riding here I’m afraid,” Richard grinned.
Max loved to take his nieces out for riding lessons on his vast country estate, stopping in some isolated spot to better acquaint himself with their growing bodies.
His young nieces had both developed excellent equestrian techniques under his tutelage and they openly enjoyed the feelings in their cunts as their widely parted thighs rubbed and pounded the hard and unforgiving saddles.
“Yes, quite. Still there must be an alternative, as there is nothing quite as enjoyable than to watch a little girl as she masturbates herself in time to the rhythm of a galloping pony,” he grinned.
Richard nodded, his mind racing to think of an alternative. “Perhaps we could install a mechanical pony in the stables that has a specially designed ridged saddle,” he suggested with a large grin.
“The dungeon is still being built, but you can see from the drawings what our plans are,” he said as he encouraged Max and the other two gentlemen to join him at the table where they were laid out.
“And you say we will be able to do anything we like to these children?” Jonathan Brown asked.
He’d come here nervously; well aware of what it would do to his parliamentary career should the press get to know. But as the visit continued, his nervousness faded and he began to see the many possibilities St Saviour’s had to offer.
Now, with the prospect of the endless pleasures to be gained in the dungeons, he only needed confirmation that he wouldn’t be disturbed while enjoying himself.
“Short of killing, amputation or serious disfigurement,” Richard nodded. They’d agreed to that, at least for the patrons. Such limits wouldn’t necessarily apply to the governors; after all they were paying one hundred guineas a year for the privilege.
“Your fee of twenty five guineas a year will entitle you to a single monthly visit of up to twenty four hours and the use of any boys or girls who are available at the time.”
“Some of the children may not be available?” David Vine asked.
“We are hoping to provide an “ownership” scheme, whereby patrons, for a small additional fee, may “purchase” a child and thereafter have a say in how they are educated and used, or abused, whichever they see fit.” Richard explained.
“Now that might be interesting,” David murmured, nodding to himself as he leant over the drawings on the table for a closer look. To have a child believe that he was their true father for example.
Incest added a certain spice, as he and his younger sister had found out.
“So what do you say?” Richard asked then all.
“I’ll get you the full amount tomorrow,” said Max Hughes. “And I will want to know more about this ownership deal too.” He warned Richard with a wink.
“Yes and so will I,” agreed David.
Richard turned to the taller of the men and looked for an answer, growing nervous as he mulled over the offer. ” I suppose bringing my wife would mean paying two lots of fees?” he asked.
Richard nodded and tried to visualise the little woman that Jonathan had married just a couple of years with a whip in her hand, but failed to do so.
“She won’t be out of place will she, she being the only woman amongst us?” Jonathan added. “I doubt it,” Richard told him, thinking of whom Greta Foulds was likely to bring.