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stepmother the emotions she thought were required, but she had no individual flair that could set her apart.
    Cynthia had seen this when the girl was brought to the estate, and short of destroying her mind, she had decided that it was better to transform her into a common flower… one that would be easy to grow.   The girl had a plain face, and even in pain or arousal her expression barely changed.   Straight blonde hair fell to her shoulders, thin and limp with no body and no waves or highlights.   Her breasts were small and her nipples unremarkable, as were the thin lips of her pussy.   There was little shape to her waist or legs, and her bottom was almost flat.   Still, the flower did have an agreeable nature, and she caused no undue stress for the garden.
    “Clean the chamber, and then wait in your cage,” Cynthia ordered.
    “Yes, stepmother.”   Marigold did not even balk when she had to wipe her sweat or juices from the strange equipment.   Cynthia shook her head sadly when the obedient girl scurried off towards the cabinet, and she reached for the dildo that had been secured in her pussy all night.   She closed the chamber door behind her, not bothering to lock it.   Marigold would do exactly as she was ordered.
    Cynthia’s blue silk robe shimmered in the ambient light while she climbed the stone staircase.   She heard a scream from a room further down the hall, and smiled to herself.   Alexander was keeping busy so that he would not have to think about his sons leaving the estate.
    Cynthia barely glanced at Rose who was kneeling at the foot of the main staircase, where she would remain until Cynthia called for her.   She made her way to the parlor and sat at her cherry wood desk, lightly tapping her nails on the top in anticipation.   This was not a nervous reaction… Cynthia was absolutely never nervous.   That emotion was as foreign to the strict woman as the gray that refused to streak through her hair.
    Her green eyes gazed across the reflective, polished surface while she studied her four sons.   Sloane, the oldest, with his father’s handsome looks and the same brooding nature; Daryl, much more a strategist like herself; and the twins, Liam and Kyle, identical except for their sadistic desires, with Liam enjoying psychological methods, and Kyle curious and aroused by the sounds and tears of physical pain.
    “Sloane, you go south, Daryl, north, Liam take east, and Kyle, you get the west this time.   Two weeks, boys,” she reminded them.   Cynthia handed them each an envelope and kissed them on the cheek.
    Sloane walked out without looking back, while Daryl and the twins placed bets and made choices.   Cynthia shook her head, smiling.   Poor Kyle got stuck finding a redhead again.   It was not that the boy was adverse to them, because the usual feisty nature was an interesting assignment.   His selection would be fewer, because he would seek out the girls with deeper natural copper coloring and no freckles.   Kyle found the errantly placed marks distracting when he was training them, and being the baby of their family, he was constantly fighting an internal battle for his place with his brothers.   Liam had been born with their rakish good looks a few minutes earlier than him, and Kyle tried to find something to make himself stand apart.
    Cynthia walked to the window and she looked across the flower garden to the circular gravel driveway.   Not surprisingly, Sloane chose his black pickup truck, Daryl his luxury sedan, and the twins spun off in identical sport coupes.   She watched Kyle’s car disappear through the trees surrounding the estate, and her eyes returned to her lovely flowers.   When she spotted the pansies with their colorful bonnets, her eyes pulsed an excited beat.   She inhaled a cleansing deep breath and smoothed her hands down her floor length silk robe.   Cynthia loved the feel of the shimmering sapphire material caressing her body, and that, along with the