The Rose Diaries Ch. 18

"Where is Amanda anyway?" Miss T. enquired as she cast her gaze back at the mansion. "Unlike her to miss a pool day."

"I was told that she had work to do."

"Always such a hard worker." Miss T. sighed. "Well if Kat doesn't want to join our party then I assume you'll have no objections if we celebrate instead."

"No." Miss K. shook her head. "I'm won't."

"Very good." He watched her eyes slowly focus on him. "Can I play with your Doll?"

"If you would like."

"I would." Miss T. smiled. "Doll, how are you my dear?"

"I am well, Miss T." He spoke quickly as he let his gaze fall to the floor.

"I was hoping Doll that you could provide me and my friends with a bit of a show."

"A show, Miss T.?" He tried his hardest not to let the panic show on his face.

"Yes, a show. You see, I've asked Sabrina to lend me her girls for this event and they obey my every beck and call." She laughed. "Ivy! Petal!"

No sooner that she shouted those words the two girls emerged from a small shack at the left side of the pool. They were dressed in their signature maids outfit, one in white and the other in bright pink. This time they were nothing more than lingerie hiding absolutely nothing.

"Yes, Miss T.!"

"Yes, Miss T." They answered quickly as they curtseyed.

"I'd like you two to entertain us."

"Of course!" Petal smiled. He never got a good look at the pale girl before. Eyes the color of sapphires and ruby hair that looked like it was threads of pure woven fire. She had a curious look in her eyes. Not of submission but of acceptance. He knew so little about her. Only that she was Ivy's counterpart and that she served the Misses. Could she truly have enjoyed her time here?

She leaned in close and whispered a single word into Ivy's ear causing the girl to turn even more pale and nod slowly. Petal grabbed hold of Ivy's chin with a firm hand and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered with a mixture of passion and despair but was quickly swallowed up in Petal's movements. A hand that moved ever so slowly down her form and eyes that simply wanted more. He felt his own breath grow short as he watched the world fade away until only the two remained in their devious dance. First came Ivy's top and he couldn't help but notice her own little tiny hills on her chest. Had she been subjected to the same treatment as he did? Petal spun around her nearly taking her frail body into her as she planted gentle kisses down her neck. She flashed a devious look and like a vampire she nearly sunk her teeth into Ivy's neck causing the girl to cry out in ecstasy.

He could see the slow buildup of their actions and a small wet patch began to appear on Ivy's bottom. The women, previously enraptured in the performance, nearly launched into a frenzy at that. Laughter, screams, and drunken delight poured from hateful mouths in every direction. He couldn't help but feel his own sexuality begin to stir as Petal guided her partner to the ground.

With expertly dexterous fingers, she undid the tiny thin strands that held Ivy's skirt and let it fall where it did. She gave a small laugh as the pale girl blushed.

"Slut!"

"Bitch!" The women howled insults in their direction. What had they done to deserve such harsh words? He flinched as he felt Miss T.'s cold gaze upon them once more.

"Strip, Doll." She smiled. "I want to see you as well."

The Misses couldn't help but delight at his own fear. He shot a glance over at Miss K. whose arms were simply crossed against her chest. Her eyes were narrowed, and her lips twisted into a scowl. She radiated anger and frustration but as he traced his gaze, he found that it was not directed at him but at the others. Before he could think, he pulled the strings that held his top and let it fall beside him.

"Slowly." Miss T. smirked. "Let me savor it." He bit his tongue as he followed her orders sliding his thumbs under the elastic and stretching them slowly out before wiggling his hips. He let the bottom slink down his smooth legs before it fell in a clump at his feet.

His manhood stood bare and exposed for all them to see. He couldn't help but feel terrified as they gazed at it like one would a baby animal.

A chorus of coos and jeers exploded from them and Peter only focused on Miss T. who simply laughed as the women hailed him with commands.

To the Misses of Blackstone, he was simply a piece of meat and like lionesses they all pounced. He felt someone grab his arms and pull him forward, another his shoulders, his legs, until they held him down on a chair of his own while he watched Petal slowly stroking her womanhood awake.

Before he could even protest, Miss T. took hold of his manhood and slowly traced her finger around the head of his cock. He shuddered at her touch and a moan escaped from his lips.

"I'll help you for now. But I expect you to finish it for yourself." He tried to lean up but found two Misses forcing him down. He couldn't even make out their faces as Miss T. wrapped her brown lips around the head of his cock and flicked her tongue underneath.

Another cry. Another lurch. Another round of laughter from the Misses. Miss T. worked expertly on his own manhood taking him further into her warm wet mouth and slowly enrapturing him in her intimate heat. He felt his manhood swell as a familiar burning sensation began to build.

From behind, Petal was thrusting hard and rough into Ivy's exposed rear. She was on her hands and knees with her face pressed into the floor while Petal fucked her roughly from behind. Each smack of flesh on flesh she gave a loud girlish squeal as Petal simply grunted in a primal passion.

"Louder!" A Miss screamed as she threw her glass at Ivy. "Like you fucking mean it, whore." He tried to say something, but another moan bubbled forth from inside him until Miss T. released his cock with a loud "pop"

"Go ahead, Doll." She sneered. "Finish."

He didn't know what she meant. But the reality of his situation came crashing down upon him when he was thrown roughly out of the chair and to his feet.

Ivy's eyes were a watery haze of ecstasy and pleasure. But he could see it. He could see far beyond that simple lie.

Ivy was crying. Not from joy but of pure despair. He could see it in Petal's eyes as well. It was not the look of a lover embracing each other. Petal's eyes was of an animal desperate for it to end.

He could feel the pressure rising. He could feel the heat nearly bursting from his core. He wanted to scream, to curse, to do anything.

But he knew exactly what they wanted. They wanted a show. A mad play for their own entertainment and deep within his brother's eyes, they pleaded with him to end it.

He stroked his manhood in a frantic nearly crazed pace. Still slick with Miss T.'s saliva and still hard from her efforts. As he stroked, he slowly took a few steps forward until he was just a few inches behind them. He picked up his pace in tandem with their own.

It hurt. He had never stroked himself so roughly before without any sort of lubricant. Whatever Miss T. had left behind had vanished in the first few dozen strokes. But he bit his lip and held his screams as he kept on going. As he ignored the stinging pain of tearing flesh, as he placed the injury out of his mind, and focused only on the large pleading eyes of Ivy.

"Well!" He heard one of the women cry. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" He felt tears of his own flow down his cheeks as the pressure exploded out of the tip of manhood like flood waters from a burst dam. Ropes of now semi-clear cum rained down upon Ivy's defenseless body coating her face in a thin layer of his own liquid lust. His vision blurred until he felt himself fall to his knees crying out in both satisfaction and despair.

He felt another set of hands on him as the women behind screeched with laughter. Petal slammed into Ivy with a smack that broke through his own sadness as he heard the poor girls cry out in unison. She slumped over Ivy's form as she panted for breath.

"T-Thank you." Ivy moaned. "Miss T."

"Oh, you're welcome my little slut. Did you enjoy it?"

"I-I-I," She licked her lips and shot him a glance of concern. "I always enjoy being bred."

"Good." Miss D. spoke. "Remember your place, whore. Remember that you aren't just used for polishing silverware." She snickered at that.

"Just in time!" Miss T. cried out, he raised his head to see Lavender standing just a few feet away. Dennis' eyes were completely empty. There was nothing behind them. No pain, no anger, no sadness, just empty space. He strut quickly over to his brother before falling quickly to his knees. Ivy's eyes softened just for a moment and before she could say a single word, Lavender embraced her quickly.

He nearly retched at watching the two brothers, one coated in sex, kiss. Yet, Lavender passionately took hold of his twin and began to kiss her passionately like a long-separated lover.

He could barely stand it. He stumbled forward as he head swam with a cold dark haze. Miss P. leaned up in her float as she shouted something indiscernible

He turned quickly to see Lavender break apart her kiss with Ivy, a single strand of his cum still connecting their lips.

Then the world quickly turned on its side and he plummeted headfirst into the pool. He floated for a moment in the water before he closed his eyes and let the darkness take him.

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3 Days Later

Blackstone Salon

Cosmetics with Miss I.

Doctor O. had called it heatstroke, but he knew far better than that. He had fainted, passed out, and plummeted into the water a few days ago. He didn't remember much. Just that when all was said and done, he was told that Miss K. had dove in after him and rushed him to safety.

Not that it mattered. Nowhere was safe.

Months of practice, preparation, and presentation gone in a single moment.

He nearly retched at the memory as it flashed in his mind. His right hand twitched sending a bright red mark across his face as he attempted to fix his makeup for the fourth time.

His hands wouldn't stop shaking. It was as if all composure was simply gone.

"Are you alright, Doll?" Miss I.'s question hung in the air as he dropped the lipstick bullet on to the vanity.

"No." His voice trembled as he spoke. "I'm not."

"We don't have to practice today if you aren't feeling well."

"Thank you but," He took hold of the applicator gently in his fingers. "I need to do this."

"Need is a strong word." She whispered. She lay a hand gently on his shoulders and snatched the lipstick from his fingers.

"Miss I.-"

"Will you die without this practice today? Will you cease to be if I don't let you continue to smear lipstick across your cheeks."

"It can be used as a rogue." He muttered quietly.

"That's rouge." She corrected with a small laugh.

"Close enough."

"Doll, I'll let you continue when your hands stop shaking and not a moment before. You know it isn't uncommon for girls to tell their hairdressers secrets. Want to try?"

"But you aren't-"

"Just try." She cut him off. "Okay?"

"Okay." He nodded. What was there to say that she didn't know?

"What's wrong?"

"I keep thinking about the pool."

"Oh." She sighed as she leaned back in her chair beside him. "Yes, I've heard."

"I," He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't know how to feel."

"Well, just continue talking and see what comes out. I'm going to clean you up while you do so it'll look like we're doing something." Miss I. smiled and he couldn't help but feel just a bit better. She had such a kind smile and such a good heart. He remembered her breakdown from before the auction.

She was perhaps one of the only Misses who cared for him as Peter.

"When I sat there and watched I couldn't help but try to resist but even knowing what was going on I was still aroused, and I allowed myself to give in to those feelings again."

"Again?" Miss I. withdrew a damp cloth from a small blue box and began to remove the layers of shoddily blended foundation.

"With Mistress Charm and Luck. A few months ago they used my desires against me."

"Don't feel bad, Doll. It's what this place was designed to do." She sighed tossing the dirty cloth into the trash behind her.

"Designed?" He turned to face her as curiosity took hold of his mind. "What do you mean?"

"Designed?"

"What do you see when you look at me?" He turned to face her at the question. What did he see? He saw her. He saw a living goddess of a woman who belonged on the Parisian runways. A woman with piercing violet eyes that softened as she looked down upon. A woman with mercy on her lips and a magician with a makeup brush. Finally, he settled on the words for her.

"I see you, Miss I." She smiled another kind smile as she rubbed his shoulder.

"Thank you. But I was just looking for some variation of beautiful woman. It's a house full of beautiful young women who watch over confused and helpless boys. Do you know what boys have in common, Doll? An overabundance of hormones. That we, the women, have been using to control you for millennia."

"Oh." Was all he could think to answer. So that was it? All that this place was designed around was sex.

He hated how simple the answer seemed to be.

"Please continue your thoughts, Doll. Just keep speaking until you feel better."

"Okay," He nodded taking a deep breath. "Doesn't it bother anyone that Lavender and Ivy are twins?"

"No, unfortunately not. All that anyone cares about it is appeal and no one has more than two identical twins. It is the thing that makes Blackstone's array so unique."

"It's disgusting!"

"That is a word, yes." Miss I. sighed as she shook her head.

"And do you agree?"

"Oh, I don't voice such contentious thoughts here." She shot a glance to the ceiling above.

"I see."

"Please continue."

"I'm not sure if I can." He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Doll, you are a bright girl. In just a few months, you've reached a competency that couldn't be done through lips service alone. I won't pretend to understand what drives you because I am not you. But whether that's joy at the discovery of yourself or fear, I'm proud of your achievements."

"T-Thank you." He nodded. "That's nice of you."

"Your hands stop shaking." Her voice was quiet and warm. He opened his eyes in an instant and gazed down.

"Yeah." He muttered.

"Let's try again, okay?" She grinned. He couldn't help but smile with her.

"Yeah!" He cheered snatching the applicator off the vanity in front of him. They shared a laugh as she sat up in her chair. He couldn't help but grin as he stared at his reflection back. He couldn't help but feel a tiny bit bad at not correcting her.

It wasn't fear that drove him.

It was pure hate.

An hour disappeared in a flash as a pretty young girl took shape in front of him. It felt odd to be the master of his own fate for once. To be the magician behind such a crazy trick. Still, Miss I. was right. He was getting oddly good at this. He opted for a glamourous evening look with smoky eyes and a deep red lip. A shimmering rose highlight was applied to his cheeks and just a touch on the bridge of his nose. His already long eyelashes were accentuated with two even coats of mascara to bring out a daintier look then curled to become their full potential.

Satisfied with his mask, he placed the mess of cosmetics back neatly inside the vanity and sighed.

"Well done!" Miss I. smiled. "Such a lovely look! Are you about to hit the clubs or go out for dinner? What inspired this?"

"I wanted to go bold and eye-catching." He practiced a coy smile in the mirror as he bat his lashes at the reflection. "Something to draw attention."

"Interesting!" She laughed. "I always saw you as a girl next door type."

"I'm not looking for subtlety today." He turned to face her. "I'm looking to break hearts." Peter winked with a light feminine giggle. She nearly stumbled out of her chair and began to laugh.

"Goodness! Alright, Doll. Amazing what a little bit of makeup can do!"

"Agreed. Sorry, I just have a lesson with Miss P. after this and I need to act a certain way around her."

"Oh, I completely understand. I'm just so shocked at the change."

"Believe me, no one gets that like me." Miss I. nodded at that.

"Oh, I know. You'll be fine."

Before he could speak another word, the intercom above crackled to life.

"Good morning, everyone! Tonight, starting at 5PM, we will be having very important guests coming to the mansion for a dance. Girls, I need you all to be at your best and on your best behavior. Unfortunately, house custom dictates that I could not give you all further time to prepare. The event will be incredibly formal even for you. Please dress accordingly. Lingerie will not be accepted for this event. I will require you to be ready and waiting at the grand ballroom by no later than 4PM. That is all." Miss A.'s voice echoed off the salon's walls.

An event? Like another auction? A bead of sweat formed on his brow as he couldn't help but begin to shake again.

"Are you alright?"

"N-No." He gulped. "Miss I., I'm scared."

"Don't be." She smiled. "I'll be right here with you."

"Thanks, Miss I." He couldn't help but feel every ounce of his body cry out in fear. Nothing good came from Blackstone. His mind raced at the eventuality of his situation and he gnashed his teeth together as he tried to fight it.

Would this be it? Would he vanish here too?

A cold unyielding numbness spread from him outwards in waves as a throbbing pain took hold of his chest. His entire body cried out in unison against it. Against the very idea of it. But had the situation changed? He had spent months currying favor with the Misses. Acting on his very best behavior, wearing ridiculous clothes, and donning even worse masks. It wasn't like before. Before, Miss A. was trying to hurt him but now she didn't even pay him any attention. He just followed the schedule and did as he was told. If anything, she should like him now. Like back when he first appeared.

He remembered how much she cared for. The kind words, sweet voice, and soft gestures that she offered him when she just met him. Being force-fed dinner in the main hall. Being tortured by Miss K. and R. for his insolence.

Maybe she forgot but he certainly remembered. The cold touch of steel in his hand, the growl that Miss R. let out as she stared him down. He hated his past self. He hated what he had done.

But that was merely because his past self was an actual idiot. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to live, and if he wanted to get his revenge then he needed to be subtle.

He couldn't help anyone if he was dead after all. He steadied his heart and took a deep breath as he stood out of the chair. At the very least, his makeup was on point.

"Miss I., do you have any dresses in my size?"

"I do! Would you like me to pick one out for you?"

"I would love that. I'm so scared but I know I can do it."

"I know." She gave him a small pat on the shoulder. "So do I."

"Thank you, Miss I."

"Oh, don't worry about it." She waved him off as she walked away. "Oh, and Doll?"

"Yes?" He called back to her. He watched her kick open the double doors.

"You're always welcome in my salon." She added before exiting the room. He couldn't help but feel tears well up in his eyes.

It was a miracle. A Miss did have a heart.

--

As he stalked the halls, he heard a clock chime from somewhere nearby. He counted the chimes of the bell.

One. Two. Three. Four.

It was time after all. His deception was nearly completely. Though he wore his porcelain mask of makeup and contained his anger from within a slender tightfitting blood-red dress. It was outfitted with a pattern of gems that reflected the light with each step.