Part 3

Rebecca frowned when Victoria and Serge came upstairs. Serge was presentable enough, despite the blood stains on his shirt, but Victoria was well... naked.

"Victoria Valorian." Rebecca said, in an extremely motherly voice. "If you want to continue being welcome at this manor, you will put on clothes before you leave your room. I'm not going to let the men leer at a naked girl in front of her own husband."

"Since when did you care about being naked?" Vicky asked dismissively. "You raped me when we first met, and continued to do so for 5 more years on a regular basis. Or do the words 'stop it' mean nothing to you?"

Marv and Jack were already gone before Vicky even finished her sentence, and Hamlin retreated to a safe distance, closing the doors of the room. Heather remained seated firmly in his chair, and continued to smoke.

"I had hoped to have this conversation more privately with you, Victoria, but you're intent on having it in front of our lovers. So be it." Rebecca said, standing up and dusting off her hands. Rebecca blinked her eyes, and vines burst out from the floorboards, and restrained Vicky securely into a chair, while Rebecca slowly walked up. "Serge, I'm unfortunately going to have to discipline your wife for disrespecting me." Rebecca smiled as she held out her right hand and a whip appeared in it. "In this manor, you will only address me as Duchess. Do I make myself clear?"

"Fuck you!" Vicky shouted at her.

"Wrong answer." Rebecca said, cracking her whip against Vicky's bare skin, causing her to scream in response. "This is a blessed whip, by the way. I can't kill you with it, but it might make you wish you were dead." Rebecca cracked it again across Vicky's body, causing another scream. "Let's try this again. You will call me Duchess."