Eleanor of Penkhull Ch. 04

It had been a week since they arrived at the campsite. Alex was hating it more and more with each hour. She had never camped before and when she signed up for a sleep research study, she had never dreamed it would require camping. She had never camped before in her life. The amount of work they wanted her to do each day to keep the camp running was the worst part. It was 7 AM when Alex woke up that morning. She begrudgingly got out of her sleeping bag and dressed before she left the tent. All the sounds of the birds kept her from sleeping in. She hated the bugs, but had only packed shorts, t-shirts, and tank tops because it was so hot. As she left her tent she looked for someone to collect the firewood for her that day. *Who's going to be the simp to do my work today?* Alex thought as she looked around the camp. She was hoping to see Kyle because he was like a little puppy to her, but then she caught Stan looking at her and quickly look away when she noticed. His reaction made hi...

Some time had passed when Madams' Eleanor Brigham, Agatha Brown, and indeed Violet Preston, received an invitation to Madam Marie Roussell's residence, regarding the ceremonial sale of one of her house's well trained products. With her blonde hair up in a tight bun, Eleanor cut an imposing picture of feminine dominance as she strutted to the entrance of Madam Roussell's with the equally imposing Agatha, both sexually excited at the prospect of the pageant of a sale of an item of masculinity, its erotic cruelty, always such a thrill in this age of masculine oppression. They were greeted close to the entrance by an equally flushed and excited Violet, attending such an event- as a third party- for the first time. She had of course received 'C8', a male once known as Yates, as her own property some time before, but this sale of an item known as 'C9' to a woman unknown to their circle, promised to be a deliciously spiteful event. Madam Roussell had already s...