Deceived and Enslaved
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Willingham also allowed her a trip to London, where she was invited to stay in the house of Julian Symonds. She even saw some of her old friends but they all found her very strange, very aloof and distant and really quite vague, especially when it came to talking about boyfriends and the like. Lillian had always been quite reserved about such matters, but now she seemed positively antagonistic. Slowly her friends began to lose interest in her, some wondering whether her success had changed her, others thinking that maybe she had just altered with the years.
Willingham made it clear that there were to be no more books after this. For one, he could do without the publicity, and two, it would distract her from her duties looking after him. These had of course been extended to shopping for him and also doing some cooking. She was allowed to go out now as Willingham no longer feared that she would try to escape from him, knowing full well that in reality she had neither another place to go to, nor the desire. He also arranged the sale of her London flat for her, making sure that the contents were destroyed to break any more traces with the past.
While she was in London, giving an interview in a bookshop, she came across a picture of herself taken when she had first been published. She wondered who that woman from a lifetime ago was, what it must have been like to be her, but Lillian could barely imagine what life would be like without the order that was imposed on it by Willingham.
Occasionally she remembered a man who had been very important in her life. He had brought her up and taken care of her, and she had some distant recollection of having loved him, but she knew that this man had mistreated her in some ways and that it was a waste of time to think of him any longer. The curious girl who had investigated so many lives, never thought back to the secret diaries she had read of Hyde-Lee's, nor had she worked out of course that the JS referred to was not her father, but was indeed William Julian Symonds, nor that her father had nothing to do with the weird and purely invented cult that had blossomed into an international-wide organisation of slave owners and traders. But Lillian no longer had any curiosity about anything.
Lord Willingham was extremely happy with the way things had progressed with Lillian, her servitude, her extreme submissiveness. He could do, and he did, anything he wanted to do with her. He hardly ever had to punish her at all these days. If he did it was usually for his own pleasure rather than any wrongdoing. There had been that period shortly after the Janus convention when the girl had first been freed, when every single moment she was alone she seemed to want to masturbate. Willingham disapproved of his women engaging in such activities. But Lillian was very keen. Three nights in the hood had not stopped her, so he'd had to use Grimaldi again, but issuing strict instructions that whatever debasements the girl went through she was not allowed to have any sexual release. He never asked Grimaldi exactly what had gone on there but Lillian hadn't been caught masturbating again.
Lillian was also extremely useful at helping out when a new girl would come along to be trained and he was beginning to have another plan following his success with Lillian. He'd found it ever so challenging. And as he got older he needed to think of new pastimes, particularly as his brother had decided to return to England. He wouldn't have him worrying or complaining about his activities, and he certainly had the space and the money to fund more exciting activities. He also had Inspector Grimaldi in his pocket.
He would use Lillian to attract others to his mansion, backpackers, travellers, locals; anybody he desired. She would be the perfect bait, for now there was something extremely trusting about her face. Nobody would ever suspect her of luring innocents into his house. There first woman had been called... But that is another story.
We will leave Lillian where she usually was on a Thursday morning when Inspector Grimaldi came to pay a visit, spread across his lap, her beaten bottom writhing under each firm stroke of his shoe, Willingham looking on, delighting in the spectacle, imagining how much fun he was going to have once she was properly trained for her next task.
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