Setting down her glass of French Colombard on the table, Tonie's eyes fell on the 300-year-old Austrian crystal chandeliers hanging from the painted ceiling. Again her mind was stricken by the Victorian grandeur of the spacious dining room. She had been the governor's mistress for over three years, but this was the first time she had ever had a chance to see the interior of the executive mansion, although the governor's wife spent most of her time travelling from coast to coast to raise money for her charity, the National Foundation for the Protection of Abused Women and Children.
"Your dinner is getting cold, Tonie," sitting at the other end of the long oakwood table, the governor reminded her. "If you like the place so much, I'll give you an official tour of this old Victorian tomb after dinner."
"Old Victorian tomb, huh?" Tonie made a face at her elderly lover. "Then how about putting me in this Old Victorian tomb and let your wife have that fancy penthouse apartment?"
The governor's eyes narrowed into a smile under the long grey brows. "What is it, Tonie? You're investing in the National Enquirer?"
"Forget about the tabloids, Governor," Tonie made another face. "You are talking the New York Times here."
She picked up a small piece of meat from her plate and examined it closely under the candle light. It was indeed a kind of meat she had never had before. It was not as fat as pork, yet too tender to be beef, and it was definitely not chicken or duck. The smooth feeling in her mouth reminded her of frog legs, but this would have to have been a gigantic frog with legs as thick as a man's.
"OK, I've tried it. Can you tell me what it is now?" Tonie could not control her curiosity any longer.
"Not yet, sweetheart," the governor waved a finger at her, "not yet. I'll tell you all about it when you finish your dinner. But for now, let me just say it's an exotic delicacy you have never known in your life, and you are not likely to have another chance to taste it for the rest of your life. That's how precious it is."
Tonie studied the exaggerated expression of mystery on the governor's face, and decided it would be totally futile to ask him again before she finished her food. Hardly able to wait for the answer, though, she started attacking her dinner plate as if in a rush, obliging the governor to remind her politely but repeatedly the proper table manner for a young lady in front of the number-one VIP in the state.
Finally she had shoveled the last slice of meat into her throat, and taken a large sip of wine to wash in down. Putting the wine glass away, she kicked off her shoes and settled her legs comfortably in the large armchair.
"OK, Gordon, I'm done. Now what other excuses do you have?" Tonie set her chin in her palms, indicating she was ready for the long story.
"Well," the governor throw up his hands in a dramatic gesture, "I guess I'm out of excuses. So I just have to tell you the truth now. It is, actually, human flesh."
"Yeah right," Tonie leaned back in her chair, "and next you are going to tell me you killed your wife to make my birthday dinner."
"No, I'm serious," the governor said, carefully maneuvering a toothpick. "What you just had was a human breast, from that lesbian lover of yours, Teri McAlley."
Frozen in her chair, Tonie stared at the governor's face for several minutes. Something deep in his grey eyes told her he was telling her the truth. Suddenly she let out a long, sharp scream, jumped out from her chair, and dashed barefoot to the door.
The carved double door swung open and banged loudly against the walls as Tonie crashed through it. But before she could get to the front door of the mansion, two pair of strong hands grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back towards the dining room. Without looking, Tonie knew immediately it was Marty and Rocky, the governor's bodyguards. She fought the men's grip frantically, kicking, biting and twisting, but all to no avail. The two men were not paid top salary for no reason.
Finally exhausted, Tonie hanged her head and panted heavily. A hand lifted her face by her hair, and a second hand slapped her hard in the cheeks many times, till blood began to roll down the corners of her mouth.
"I can't believe you did this to me, bitch," she heard the governor's voice over the droning in her ears. "For three years I gave you everything you wanted, and I made you the richest young chick out in the street. And this is what you do in return--you betrayed me to sleep with a god-damn dyke!"
"It's not true--whatever you've heard," Tonie cried out in tears. "There's nothing between Teri and me. We are just friends."
"Just friends, huh?" the governor laughed grimly. "Why don't you go compare notes with her, and then tell me about it again."
He turned to the two bodyguards and ordered, before he walked away: "Take her to the back porch. And strip her."
"Yes--sir!" Marty and Rocky answered in one voice, making no attempt to hide their enthusiasm in the task. Tonie remembered vividly the lustful look in their eyes every time the governor told her to undress in front of them, and their moans of disappointment when the governor stopped her when she was down to her bra and panties, or some other sexy lingerie. Now they could at last satisfy their animal lust for her beautiful body without fearing the governor's wrath.
Tonie felt her hands being cuffed behind her back. Then Rocky's large claws grabbed the front of her silk blouse, and ripped it to pieces almost instantly. Her white lace bra did not last much longer. After that she was thrown to the floor, and the two men started pulling on her blue jeans and panties before she even hit the carpet. In a matter of seconds, Tonie found herself completely naked, lying on the floor like a lamb ready for the alter. Tears of humiliation welled from her eyes.
A second pair of handcuffs were snapped tightly around her ankles. Holding the captive girl by the arms, the two bodyguard dragged her down the hallway, pinching her breasts and thighs and beating her mercilessly along the way.
Tonie was thrown on her knees when they reached the back porch. The governor was already waiting there. Holding Tonie's face up by her hair, he asked in his usual calm tone: "Do you recognize this bitch?"
A horrifying scene popped into Tonie's eyes: a naked young woman, apparently unconscious, was suspended head down from the ceiling by her fettered ankles. Tonie could only see the young woman's battered back side from where she was kneeling, but she knew immediately she was looking at the tortured body of her friend Teri.
The governor walked up to the woman, and slowly turned her around to face Tonie. One quick glance at Teri's chest sent Tonie into a rush of shivers, and for a moment she thought her heart beats were about to stop. In the middle of the bloody mess on Teri's chest, where her breasts should have been, were a pair of large round wounds, through which her ribs were clearly visible. Streams of blood ran down her neck and face from the dreadful wounds to tangle up her long wavy red hair, and then dripped to the ground to form a scarlet pool on the wooden floor.
Tonie screamed at the top of her lungs, and collapsed. She felt someone attaching a chain to her ankle cuffs when she gradually regained consciousness, and then her feet were pulled up, till her whole body was suspended in the air.
Marty squatted next to her, grabbed one of her nipples between the fingers and squeezed hard. He grinned as Tonie's muscles tensed up in pain.
"You gotta let me have one of these this time, Gov'ner," he mumbled, rubbing his heavy beard with the other hand.
"No problem, Marty," the governor answered. "She's got two tits, right? That's one for each of you. Bon appetite, boys!"
"Great! Thanks, boss!" Rocky took out his dagger and rubbed the cold, sharp blade on Tonie's neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. "You want me to start cutting'em now?"
"Not yet, Rocky," the governor said while attaching a second chain to Tonie's wrist cuffs. "Don't you get bored doing the same thing twice? Now, Rocky, come help me pull up the little bitch's upper body. And you go get the barbecue stove, Marty. We'll try a different recipe this time.
"This time," he raised his voice and announced, "we'll broil them first."
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