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The Story of Odilia Ch. 01

By: Schlank



I was trembling in fear and trepidation as I was led naked to stand upon the auction block, with my arms tied helplessly behind my back to be ogled by the unwashed masses of the village. My face was hot and wet with my own tears as I mourned my future, to be a naked slave, owned and abused and defiled by some depraved, baseborn commoner.

Fear caused my legs to freeze up and I could not seem to take a step forward. However three hard swats upon my already sore, naked buttocks jolted me forward with enough pain to overcome my fear. I was now less of a human being and more like a beast, being herded.

I could barely see the crowds through the haze of my own tears; however it was plain that there were hundreds of people in the milling crowd. To my horror they filled the square and stretched on down the streets to the east west and north. My young, naked body was to be openly displayed for anyone and everyone in this town. I wanted to run and hide...or at the least to sink to my knees and curl up into a ball and hide my face and cry tears of anguish.

However, even that small mercy was to be denied to me. And just as I wanted my body to curl up into a defensive ball, the auctioneer forced me instead; to display it more openly and wantonly. He kicked my legs far apart, forcing me to stand it a position of precarious balance, and displaying my wet sex to anyone in the crowd who cared to look.

"Lovely little Princess," called out the course auctioneer, "only nineteen years of age, healthy, slender and long limbed. She has firm, spankable buttocks and soft, resilient skin!" And then as if to demonstrate the resilience of my exposed skin, he smacked my already sore buttocks with the paddle, causing me to cry out.

"Long, lovely red hair, like that of a wild fox and lovely, high, ripe little breasts and pink, responsive nipples, fit for gentle stroking or passionate pinching and pulling" he announced and then to punctuate this announcement, he wrapped his arm around my naked torso, pulling me closer and roughly grabbed my bosom with his strong, calloused hand, painfully pinching my nipples and causing me to cry out once again in pain. Much to my shame, this abuse of my poor, sensitive nipples caused the heat between my legs to intensify.

Then the auctioneer grabbed my long red hair and yanked on it painfully, forcing me to bend at the waist, my breasts feeling heavy and swollen and vulnerable as they dangled beneath my torso in front of the bold, jeering crowd. And then to add to my humiliation, the auctioneer assaulted my vulnerable buttocks once again with his cruel paddle. I whimpered and cried out with pain, much to the delight of the crowds. Their enthusiastic shouts and jeers soon drowned out my wailing and whimpering and other sounds of misery.

And then, suddenly I was no longer bent over, but rather standing with my legs kicked far apart, my back painfully arched and my breasts jutting straight up and my pelvis shoved boldly forward, exposing my naked loins in a most indecent manner, while my face positioned so I was now looking at the clouds. While forced to stand in this position, the coarse, loud people of the village, had an unrivaled view of my breasts and my wet, throbbing sex.

And then the auctioneer took his long, thin, leather-covered rod and roughly stroked my already swollen pubic lips with it.

I whimpered with embarrassment and moaned with sexual frustration as the intrusive leather rod insistently probed between my pubic lips and provoked them, making them even wetter and more swollen. I whimpered as my sexual need grew larger and more insistent, yet was unfulfilled.

"Who will feed this hungry little mouth?" the brute of an auctioneer called out, stroking and separating my sensitive, wet pubic lips and prodding my hard, swollen, aching clitoris. 

I squirmed and writhed and trembled and attempted to avoid the long, thin rod that was tormenting my poor, abused sex, but succeeded only in putting on a ribald show that delighted and amused the ill-mannered, vulgar spectators in the crowd. Foul-mouthed on-lookers in the crowd shouted crude suggestions at the general direction of the auction block, making me feel even more humiliated and denigrated and then the bidding began.

I couldn't see the crowd with my head pulled back the way it was, but I could hear the voices of both men and women bidding for the privilege to own my naked body. I naively had believed that only men would want to take possession of me.

The bidding had started at a mere four silver pieces, however as the auctioneer continued to stroke my poor, tormented sex and I continued to convulse my hips in an obscene manner, the bids rose rapidly. Soon the bids were in gold, not silver. 

Then I was turned so that my buttocks were facing the crowd. "Delectable, firm buttocks," the auctioneer cried. "A delight to spank," he called out suggestively, "who wants the pleasure of marking this soft skin and making this princess howl with swat after swat?"

My head was then twisted around so that the crowd could see the distress on my face as the auctioneer's assistant struck my tender buttocks with a leather belt again and again and again. The crowd seemed to respond well to my spanking and each time I screamed out in pain and indignation, another member of the crowd would loudly shout out a bid.

The crowd was enraptured by the show. Young men, delighted by the show, pushed up to the very edge of the stage to get a better view of my painful and humiliating maltreatment. Just behind them, young women watched my suffering, smiled and pointed, captivated by the show as well.

Then I was bent over, with my legs spread apart very far. My face felt hot with embarrassment as the auctioneer's assistant now used his bare hands to spread my buttocks and stroke my delicate little anus with his fingers. I stamped my feet in protest, and in response he cruelly pinched my swollen labia.

The bidding continued to climb until an old, white-haired woman raised a withered finger and offered a bid.

Suddenly all bidding stopped. The auctioneer's assistant continued to provoke whimpers and moans out of me, by stroking my swollen pubic lips and swatting my poor, tender buttocks with his bare hand, however the crowd went eerily silent.

"Her cries and wails when she's punished make sweeter music than any songbird," the auctioneer called out and his assistant swatted by bottom and made me cry out in pain, but there were no more bids from the crowd.

"Will no one bid higher than eighteen gold pieces?"

Again, the crowd was silent.

"She's a delight to punish," the auctioneer boldly announced to the crowd and his assistant assaulted my buttocks with a flurry of stinking spanks, making me whimper and sob, however nobody in the crowd was willing to outbid the old woman.

Finally, the auctioneer gave up and announced, "The lovely, young Princess Odilia, sold to Mistress Jarvinia, the w..."

There was a pause, and in between my wide-spread legs, I could see the old women raise an eyebrow in a meaningful way.

Then, when the auctioneer spoke again, he said, "Mistress Jarvinia, the wise woman, who lives just outside of our village for the grand sum of eighteen gold pieces!"

Another naked, female slave was herded onto the stage and I was dragged off. I was then rushed down the steps and a leather collar was bucked around my throat. Then the old woman appeared in front of me, with a long, leather cord. She tied one end of it to an iron ring on my collar. The other end she held in her hand.

She then studied my naked body with a bold, appraising eye. As she took a great deal of time to examine my naked flesh, I took in her appearance as well. Her skin was pale and her features were stark. Her lips and eyebrows were thin and her eyes looked dark and uncaring. Her hair was as white as snow and her clothing was as black as pitch. She was a study is stark contrasts.

"Gag her," ordered the old woman and suddenly a strip of leather was forced into my mouth and buckled around the back of my head.

The old woman was much stronger than she looked and when she pulled on my leash, I was very nearly jerked off my feet.

I was then led through the cobblestone streets at a very brisk pace. The old woman walked with the speed and energy of a woman half her age. I had to follow at a lively pace in order to keep up.

It was Auction Day, so there were plenty of people on the streets. Plenty of young men and women smacked my sore buttocks as I was led past them. Because of my gag, I couldn't complain that the villagers were abusing me....not that there was any guarantee that the old woman would even care.

At a busy intersection of streets, one ambitious young woman actually grabbed one of my breasts and gave it a painful squeeze. And with my arms bound behind me, I could do nothing to protect my breasts from such an assault. The young lady smiled at me as if this behavior were somehow normal and unobjectionable.

Despite my fear, I found myself starting to sink into a similar mindset. Yes, I was naked and my thighs and buttocks were red from abusive hands and cruel paddles and stinging whips. And yes, my wet sex throbbed with a constant ache of unmet need after being teased so cruelly by fingers and the leather rod. And yes, strangers on the street stared at my naked body with undisguised lust....

But somehow this was all starting to seem familiar and natural to me. It was still humiliating and humbling and painful, but somehow there was also a feeling or normalcy and regularity... almost as if I'd lived this way my whole life.

Up until four weeks ago, I had been a woman with money, indulgent parents and fine clothes and status and servants, but now suddenly, the fact that I was in a foreign land, stripped naked, bound helpless, gagged, sold as a slave, with my reddened, stinging buttocks on view for everyone to see and being led cruelly down a cobblestone lane on a leash seemed normal.

People on the street continued to smack me on my sore, naked buttocks, but somehow it didn't seem like outlandish behavior anymore. Somehow it felt commonplace and appropriate. Somehow it seemed as if I had never had status or money or dignity. Somehow it seemed like being abused and violated and ogled and spanked by boorish men and women was something I had been born to.

And when I saw lowborn men and women on the cobblestone streets ogling me or calling out rude suggestions or blowing me kisses I somehow felt as if I deserved it.

And then the old women led me off of the cobblestone streets and onto a dirt path that led outside the village.

We saw far fewer people on the dirt path than we did in the village, but still the occasional trapper or soldier would pass us by. They would speak respectfully to Mistress Jarvinia and many complimented her, however my status was much lower than hers and none considered me worthy of greeting. 

And then eventually we passed into the woods.

For a naked, barefoot girl with her hands tied behind her back, the woods make you feel especially vulnerable. Unseen things like spiderwebs and leaves and weeds can smack against your naked breasts and belly and thighs with no warning and you have no way for you to protect yourself. 

And walking on roots, prickly weeds, rocks and fallen tree branches creates a special sort of peril for a slave-girl who's forced to march through the woods on her bare feet.

But the old woman never slowed down and she kept leading through the forest at a brisk pace. I whimpered and groaned loudly into my gag as several tall, prickly weeds smacked my breasts, stinging them with a new kind of pain. However the old woman took no notice and continued to drag me behind her at the same speed as before. She was quick and surefooted as she traveled through the woods and she expected me to be the same.

I longed to ask her how far we had to travel, however my gag prevented me from doing more than making muffled moans and whimpering sounds.

Eventually, and much to my relief, we came to a cottage. It was old, and made mostly out of wood, with a stone fireplace. Not far from the front entrance, I recognized a whipping post and I knew without asking, that someday I would be tied to that post and punished cruelly. I also noticed a pillory and two upright wooden posts with metal rings set into them at various heights. Without asking, I guessed that this was also designed to bind naked slaves to in preparation for cruel punishment. The old woman led me inside without mentioning so much as a word about these bondage devices.

Strangely the interior of the cottage seemed to be larger than the exterior. I saw a large, wooden tale. I saw a fire burning on a giant hearth, with a cauldron hanging over it. There were barrels against the wall and jars and jugs and small bottles stacked on shelves above the barrels. Two doors led deeper into the house, indicating other rooms beyond this one. Brooms and walking staffs were leaned up in one corner. Whips and paddles were hung from pegs on a wall near that corner.

And then I noticed that there were two other naked slaves in the room.

They were both on their hands and knees and their legs were far apart as they scrubbed the hardwood floors. Welts and red blotches on their buttocks and backs of their thighs gave evidence of recent punishments.

"Gretel," the old woman snapped, "Come here!"

The blonde slave flinched when the old woman called her name and she hurried to obey. She was about my age and had a very pretty face; however her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. 

"This is my new, slave, Odilia," announced the old woman. "I want her to get a good look at you."

Apparently Gretel had been ordered to do this before. Without any further instruction, the naked slave stood with her legs far apart, her hands behind her neck, her elbows way back and her spine somewhat arched, thus causing her breasts to be thrust out, as if she were offering them to me.

She had a very nice body with lovely high breasts, a slender waist and a flat belly. I was just noticing all of this, when I took note of the main thing that the old woman wanted me to see.

Gretel's pink, swollen sex was much more exposed than mine, as Gretel had no pubic hair. I'd never seen a girl my age whose sex was so completely exposed before. I felt sympathy for the girl as the she looked even more exposed and naked than the slaves on the auction block. Even with my own short growth of pubic hair, I had more covering than her.

"None of my slaves are allowed to have pubic hair," the old woman announced. "You'll be shaved as smooth as glass."

Being robbed of my pubic hair was a humiliation I hadn't anticipated and I whimpered and flinched at the announcement.

"A slave should never be allowed to conceal her charms. They should have shaved you before they put you on the auction block!"

Then to Gretel, she barked, "Bring me ropes!"

And using a strength that a woman her age should not possess, Mistress Jarvinia grabbed me about the waist and threw my bound body across the wooden table in a swift and sudden maneuver that surprised me and caused me to gasp.

My bound arms were untied and Mistress Jarvinia ordered me to spread out on the surface of the table with my arms out and legs spread wide. The tone of her voice was cold and harsh and intimidating. There was no thought of disobeying her.

Gretel returned with the ropes with great haste and my wrists were rapidly tied to the corners of the table. Then, with surprising swiftness and efficiency my ankles were tied as well. Mistress Jarvinia had made me completely helpless. I struggled mightily to close my legs together; however the old woman had been quite skilled in her undertaking with the ropes. No matter how desperately I struggled I could do little more than twitch.

Then she took something that looked like a cleaning rag and rolled into up and thrust it underneath my hips, forcing me to raise up my pelvis, stretching me out even more and making my sex even more prominently displayed. I whimpered as my muscles were now stretched painfully taut and I was helpless to make even the slightest movement.

Moving quickly to obey, Gretel next brought her mistress a bucket of warm water, two clean cloths and a bar of soap. And from the recesses of her own clothing, Mistress Jarvinia produced a very sharp, intimidating razor. I whimpered at the sight of it, horrified that that such a sharp, formidable looking blade would be pressed against my most delicate folds of skin.

"Slaves are silent when they're being shaved," barked the old woman. And then as if to accentuate this statement, she slapped my inner thigh several times. Then she took my pubic lips between her thumb and forefinger and pinched them cruelly.

"If my foolish, naked slave should cry out while I'm shaving her, my hand might not be as steady as I should like, and then I might accidentally cut my foolish slave girl."

My eyes widened and a sense of panic washed over me. I resolved to be as quiet as a mouse until this ordeal was over.

The old woman released my poor pubic lips and then Gretel washed my pubic mound with soap and water. Despite my fear, the heat and the urgency between my legs increased and I could feel my clitoris growing hard as the rough, wet cloth was pressed against my pelvis and stroked back and forth across my pubic lips from top to bottom. 

And then came the razor.

Once again I was impressed with the old woman's physical abilities. Her hands were steady and they did their job efficiently. She shaved me around my pubic lips, underneath my navel and even around my anus, leaving me as smooth and hairless as the day I was born. Then Mistress Jarvinia used a clean cloth to clean me up and wipe away all of the refuse that had once been my pubic hair.

"Now, take this away," the old woman commanded Gretel, handing her the now dirty cloth, "And the bucket and the soap!"

Gretel scurried to obey and soon I was left alone with my new mistress. My heart beat painfully loud in my chest as I dreaded whatever fate she next planned to inflict upon me. With my pubic hair gone I felt far more naked than before and terribly vulnerable

"All slaves should always be just this exposed and on display," the old woman announced as she grabbed one of my swollen pubic lips and pinched it painfully. "A slave is never fully naked when she can use her pubic hairs to conceal her eager little mouth with its swollen lips, now is she?"

I wasn't certain if the old woman wanted me to answer, but with my mouth gagged I could do little more than make whimpering sounds.

"I'll shave you every day, just to make certain that you're always properly naked," the old woman said. "As long as you're in my house, you'll never be able to hide your wanton arousal!"

Then using both hands, the old woman grabbed the delicate lips of my sex and roughly spread the lips of my vagina wide. I was horrified to have my most delicate and intimate place manhandled by such a grotesque woman, and yet my breath came faster and I felt a familiar heat building in my loins. I strained to close my legs, but against the ropes that bound me, my struggles were inadequate. Then the old woman, much to my horror pinched hard at my clitoris. I grunted and whimpered and tears formed in my eyes once more, however I could do nothing to stop the old woman from abusing the most private part of my anatomy. I sobbed and strained vainly against my bonds as the old woman used one hand to pinch and stretch my pubic lips and used the other to pinch hard at my clitoris.

And much to my shame, as this woman's leathery fingers abused my soft, delicate flesh I felt my clitoris harden and grow larger.

And then she ceased pinching my swollen pubic lips and instead inserted two rough, boney, ancient fingers into my vagina. "Oh, please, no," I attempted to scream, but my mouth was gagged and the only audible sounds were pathetic mewling and gasps. I attempted to shut out my misery in the only manner possible. I closed my eyes tightly so I would not have to see my tormenter as she abused my helpless body.


The Story of Odilia Ch. 01



She pushed her fingers roughly deeper and deeper inside of me, and despite my revulsion at her physical appearance and much to my shame, the heat in my sex redoubled and I could feel my face and my breasts blushing. Her fingers stabbed at the mouth of my uterus sending a new contraction of pleasure through my entire body. My pubic lips thickened around her fingers and my sex became wetter and wetter. My breath came in short, urgent pants and when the old woman withdrew her fingers I wailed into my gag and opened my eyes wide in shock. She had brought me right to the edge of a shattering orgasm and then left me in horrible torment.

The craving in between my legs was unbearable and when Mistress Jarvinia grabbed one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger and cruelly pinched it, the craving inside of me only intensified. My poor, tormented sex was desperately in need of release.

And then suddenly my head was swimming in confusion as I looked up at my elderly tormenter and discovered that her long hair, that had been completely snow white when she first purchased me, now had many strands of dark brown. Also, much to my shock, her previously thin lips had plumped and become much fuller. And her skin, which had been a very unhealthy pallor, now had taken on a much more healthy hue.

And when she held up her hand to lick my secretions off of her fingers, they no longer looked boney or gnarled.

"I find your look of confusion, amusing my naked, helpless slave," Mistress Jarvinia said in a mocking tone. 

And then rather than explain this mystery to me, she proceeded to torment me again, grabbing both of my breasts in her strong hands and squeezing them painfully. And then she found my already swollen nipples and pinched them hard between her thumb and forefinger. I whimpered naked and helpless and bound spread-eagle as she continued to abuse my poor, vulnerable nipples, making them even harder and making my naked sex pulse with greater intensity between my legs.

My nipples throbbed as this horrible woman continued to pinch and pull upon them, making me whimper and wail. And then suddenly she called Gretel over to her side again. The girl had terror in her eyes, no doubt distressing that her mistress might next turn her malicious attentions onto her, instead of me.

"Lick my new slave between her legs," Mistress Jarvinia commanded, "And if you fail to do a proper job, I'll take the two of you outside and you'll both be whipped."

The girl was quick to obey and plunged her face into the most private part of my anatomy. I felt her hands on my inner thighs and her hot breath on my pubic lips and for an instant wondered if she would actually do such an improper, undignified thing as licking another girl's exposed sex.

But she wasn't a proper lady. She was just a naked, abused slave, and slaves have no right to propriety or dignity. And then as the girl's tongue licked at my painfully swollen clitoris and I screamed into my gag. She separated my labia with her tongue and then licked my pubic lips from my anus all the way up to my hard, swollen clitoris, inflaming my wild lust even more.

I soon came to realize that Gretel was not there to grant me sexual release, but rather to keep me in sexual torment. Her tongue would glide across my swollen, sensitive pubic lips and even brush against my hot, turgid clitoris. As her tongue rubbed my clitoris I attempted to lift my hips into her face and force greater contact, but the ropes held me tight and couldn't move my hips even an inch closer. I was utterly helpless and at her mercy. My clitoris was throbbing with need and my sex was dripping, but every time my heat reached fever pitch and I was certain that a shattering orgasm was inevitable, Gretel would retract her tongue back into her mouth. 

Mistress Jarvinia and Gretel kept me at an intense heat that seemed to promise sexual fulfillment, with Mistress Jarvinia cruelly abusing my poor throbbing pink nipples and Gretel stimulating my throbbing pink clitoris, but the promise of sexual fulfillment was invariably denied.

I screamed in protest at this sexual misery, but with the leather gag fixed securely in my mouth, the only sounds my tormenters heard were pathetic moaning and mewling.

My humiliating heat was such that much of my naked body had broken out into a sweat, yet my tormenters continued to stoke the fire of my arousal. This was worse than anything that had ever been done to me at the castle. Never at the castle had my distress felt so overwhelming. Never at the castle had my captivity seemed so hopeless.

I burst into fresh tears and my body was wracked with barely audible sobbing and my vision blurred as I watched Mistress Jarvinia's strong, cruel hands viciously pinch my poor, sensitive nipples and roughly knead my tortured, defenseless breasts like bread dough. And beyond those cruel, imperious hands there was the silky, golden-blonde hair of Gretel spilling across my pelvis, while her pretty face was buried in my wet, swollen, tormented sex.

The tears and the sobs poured out of me ceaselessly as the two women continued to torment my helpless, naked body and continued to deny me sexual relief. Both of the women saw me crying tears of misery and frustration, however neither woman took pity on me and my wretched suffering went on for hours.

When it was over, Mistress Jarvinia stood behind Gretel and clasped Gretel's naked sex. Gretel flinched slightly, but did nothing to protect herself from Mistress Jarvinia's strong, ruthless hands. Indeed, Gretel placed her hands behind her back in an act of submission. And, while at first I was focused on the look of fear on Gretel's face, I soon became focused on something much more remarkable.

Mistress Jarvinia's hair had now completely changed color; it was now a glossy dark brown. And her skin now looked as supple as that of a young maiden. There was a slight blush in her cheeks and her lips looked much fuller now.

I whimpered in misery, but stared in wonder at the astonishing change that had come over my mistress.

"All you need to know," my mistress said in a cold and imperious tone, "is that the fate you just suffered is suffered by every slave I own. "

Gretel visibly trembled at these words, and suddenly I felt a wave of sympathy for this girl.

"It is a ritual of initiation for all new slaves. It can also be a punishment if I discover that you've been disobedient."

I was filled with dread that this appalling fate could befall me a second time, and at that instant I resolved to always be obedient.

"Now, I'm going to remove your gag," my mistress said, "And I want to you to say 'Thank you, Mistress Jarvinia'. If those are not the exact words that come out of your mouth, then Gretel and I will begin once again tormenting that hungry little mouth of yours and those pink, responsive nipples."

My mistress undid the buckle and removed the leather gag from my mouth and a weak, pathetic feminine voice breathlessly proclaimed my thanks to Mistress Jarvinia. The voice was so submissive and so defeated that at first I did not recognize it as my own.

"After you are untied, I will put you over my lap so that you may be spanked. This is also a ritual that all of my new slaves must endure. And during this ritual you will show obedience to me by keeping your hands clasped to the small of your back and your legs spread. And no matter how painful the spanking, you will not think of breaking position or begging for me for mercy, as I would be displeased by such disobedience."

I dreaded her displeasure and did not want to find out what punishment she would met out for disobedience, so when my mistress untied me from my bondage and sat down upon the chair that Gretel had brought her, I promptly fell off of the table and climbed with unsteady arms and legs across Mistress Jarvinia's lap and spread my legs as instructed and then I clasped my hands to the small of my back and trembled, miserably awaiting my inevitable fate.

I flinched slightly as a strong finger pushed firmly against my delicate little anus, but I did not break position. Mistress Jarvinia didn't penetrate my poor little anus, but when I whimpered she said, "So my newest slave has a fear about her tight, delicate, perfect pink anus being speared?"

"Mistress, please-," I exclaimed in a panicked voice, but in a strong, commanding tone, she spoke and drowned out my words. "There's no need to respond, "She said, "However it's good for me to know that you have a fear about your tight little anus being violated. Should you ever displease me I can give you to Hansel. He is an exceedingly well-endowed slave and I have not allowed him sexual relief in over six weeks. He is desperate for sexual release and if I order him to fill your tight anus with his swollen cock, he will gladly spear you on his organ and batter at your little virgin hole for hours."

I moaned at this and resolved never to displease Mistress Jarvinia. I would be a good, obedient slave for her always. 

And then I felt Mistress Jarvinia's fingers on my buttocks, toying with my welts and sore places. "Her buttocks are hardly reddened," I heard her say to Gretel. That means I can make this spanking last quite a long time."

"Should I fetch you a paddle," the naked slave asked her mistress, and I could almost hate the girl for that, but I knew if our roles were reversed I would gladly fetch a paddle so that Mistress Jarvinia could spank Gretel.

"No, I wish to redden her buttocks with my bare hand," said Jarvinia with far too much enthusiasm and anticipation in her voice. "Now kneel over there. I want you to watch this. It will add to Odilia's humiliation."

At the castle I was always spanked with a paddle; however Mistress Jarvinia used her bare hand. At first I thought it would hurt less, however Mistress Jarvinia's hands were as strong and painful as any paddle and when I looked over and saw the blonde slave-girl witnessing my punishment, it did make me feel more humiliated and exposed and degraded.

Mistress Jarvinia spanked hard and long until I was soon in terrible pain, and even though I wasn't tied or shackled or bound in any way, I felt as helpless as ever I had felt in my life. I struggled to maintain position as my mistress had commanded me. I stayed upon her lap and kept my legs apart and kept my hands behind my back, however I shuddered with every blow and moaned and gasped in pain. I clenched my teeth and struggled not to beg for mercy.

Her hand seemed enormous as she delivered one hard, stinging spank after another, and I thought that I couldn't remain obedient much longer. I was certain that soon the pain would become so overwhelming that I would roll off her lap to escape this painful assault or use my hands to protect my sore buttocks. 

But then, seconds before the pain became too great she said that my buttocks were now a perfect color. I was sobbing frantically at that point and when the spanking ended I would have been willing to do anything to insure that Mistress Jarvinia never spanked me like that again. I was then ordered off of her lap and Mistress Jarvinia ordered Gretel to show me to my duties. And of course, Gretel was told that if I performed my duties poorly, both Gretel and I would be equally punished.

I was still sobbing like a little girl when Gretel took me by the hand and led me away to show me what labors would be required of me in Mistress Jarvinia's house.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 02



I was still sobbing and my buttocks were still stinging when Gretel took me by the hand and led me away to teach me my duties now that I lived in Mistress Jarvinia's home. 

The first duty Gretel impressed upon me was fetching water from the well. Water was needed for bathing, for scrubbing floors, for cooking, for drinking, for mixing potions and for a few other tasks which I now forget. Mistress Jarvinia's home needed so much water that Gretel and I had to make scores of trips to the well every day in order to suffice.

When filled with water, the buckets were very heavy and Gretel and I carried one heavy bucket each as we walked from the well back to the cottage. It was physically demanding work, however when we were out at the well, there was no one to ogle at my nudity or smack my already sore buttocks.

Eventually I stopped sobbing and the pain diminished to a painful but tolerable stinging ache. It was at that point that I dared to question Gretel about Mistress Jarvinia's odd transformation from an old crone to a beautiful young maiden.

Gretel looked around furtively before answering and only spoke in hushed tones that, even though I was standing right next to her, I could just barely hear.

"Mistress Jarvinia is a witch," Gretel explained. "She is devoted to the old gods and she has old wisdom. She has placed a spell upon this place. It keeps her young as long as she remains here."

What Gretel told me was almost too incredible to believe, however I had seen Mistress Jarvinia transform from an old, white-haired, wrinkled woman to a young, dark-haired, smooth-skinned maiden.

When we brought the water into Mistress Jarvinia's house Gretel remained silent, however when we were once again outside, Gretel imparted more information to me. 

"A year ago, Mistress Jarvinia was at the slave auctions. She was bidding on a slave girl, but a man named Ivan outbid her. Furious, Mistress Jarvinia placed a curse upon the man. Ivan's penis shriveled up to half its normal size and his lust died within him. He was incapable of having sex with a woman. He had purchased one of the most attractive, naked slaves at the auction, but because of the curse, Ivan could no longer enjoy such things. And what was even crueler, Mistress Jarvinia made it publicly known that Ivan was no longer capable of functioning as a man. He was utterly humiliated."

As I brought up a bucket, heavy with water from the well, I asked her, "Does he suffer from this curse still?"

When the bucket reached the top I accidentally spilled freezing cold water from the bucket, down the front of my naked body. I gasped at the shock of the cold liquid on my sensitive naked skin. My already aching nipples became ever more swollen and more erect. 

Gretchen shook her head in negation and replied, "He eventually broke down and offered to sell the slave girl to Mistress Jarvinia if she would remove the curse. He even offered to sell the slave girl for half the price her originally paid."

The cold water on my naked breasts and thighs raised goose bumps on my thighs and breasts. Some of the frigid water even dripped down to my sensitive public lips. I wished desperately for a towel to dry off, but naked slaves are not allowed such luxuries.

"Sadly, Mistress Jarvinia was too angry to allow Ivan to settle the matter so easily," explained Gretel. "She demanded that Ivan give up his only daughter to serve as a slave for three weeks. Ivan loved his daughter very much, and at first would not allow her to be Mistress Jarvinia's slave, but when he initially refused, Mistress Jarvinia made Ivan's curse even worse."

"She had already taken his manhood," I said, horrified even at that, "how much worse could she do to him?"

"Nobody is quite certain," Gretel replied, whispering through gritted teeth, "however Ivan brought his daughter to Mistress Jarvinia the very next day. The poor girl was stripped naked and shaved and roughly used and spanked and humiliated much as you and I have been roughly used and spanked and humiliated. Mistress Jarvinia even whipped the poor girl's breasts, and belly, leaving welts that were still visible on the day she returned to her home."

Suddenly it dawned upon me why the bidding at the auction stopped immediately after Mistress Jarvinia called out and placed a bid on me. After what happened to Ivan and his daughter, the people in the village must be terrified at the prospect of Mistress Jarvinia's wrath.

Fetching heavy buckets of water is demanding, physically exhausting labor and by the time Gretel and I finished bringing the water in from the well, my muscles were sore and I was covered in sweat.

However Mistress Jarvinia had no sympathy for my exhaustion or sore muscles and we were next led into a room where she kept jars of roots and herbs and powders and jars of oils and ointments. We were made to get down on our hands and knees and ordered to scrub the floor vigorously until there was not a trace of dirt or dust or footprints to be found.

My arms and hands and shoulders were already sore from my previous labors, but I dared not disobey.

Of course Gretel and I were ordered to keep our legs far apart while we toiled. My sex was still throbbing and I desperately wanted to rub my thighs together in an attempt to calm the wild hunger in my sex, but I dared not anger Mistress Jarvinia. I dreaded the sort of fate she might have in store for me if I should ever disappoint her.

Once while I was scrubbing the floor I saw her in the doorway, silently watching me. She didn't say a single word; she just regarded my naked hindquarters in an eerie silence.

According to Gretel, Mistress Jarvinia is a lover of women. Her lingering examination of my naked thighs and buttocks and vulnerable pubic lips was probably just a lustful indulgence, however I carried the memory of her brutal assault on my buttocks and I flinched. My poor buttocks were still sore from the previous spanking she had given me and I lived in fear and trepidation that she might see fit to inflict another stinging punishment on my already sore bottom.

I tried not to look back at her and slid my knees ever further apart and scrubbed the floor even harder in the hopes that this would please her. Eventually Mistress Jarvinia vacated the doorway and I let out a breath that I hadn't even been aware I was holding.

After that incident I had managed to delude myself into believing that I had adapted to living under Mistress Jarvinia's authority and that she now accepted me as a properly submissive and obedient slave.

It was a delusion that was soon destroyed.

After the labors of the day were finished, and all the slaves had been fed, and Mistress Jarvinia had bathed, the slaves gathered around the wooden tub for their baths.

I was exhausted and my muscles were sore and I smelled of sweat, yet I obediently knelt with my knees far apart and my hands placed behind the back of my neck, feeling my breasts lift as I spread my elbows. Gretel was the first of the slaves to bathe, and due to her apparently superior status was allowed to bathe herself. Then Maleen got into the tub and allowed Gretel to bathe her. Then I got into the tub and knelt in the shallow water and allowed Gretel to bathe me as well. 

In the castle, I had always been bathed by a groom. To be bathed by another slave seemed to be a deliberate insult, but I held my tongue and did not complain. Slaves had to endure insults and humiliations silently and without comment. Slaves who could not suffer in silence were punished.

Once again I knelt with my knees far apart and my hands behind the back of my neck with my fingers laced together. This position caused my breasts to be thrust out and displayed as if I were offering them up to Gretel.

Gretel took a wet, warm cloth and she used it to stroke my prominently displayed breasts, however she spent no more time or attention on my vulnerable breasts than she did on my arms or my back, or my 

the small depression beneath the arm where it joins the shoulder.

However I flinched and whimpered when she washed my sore, stinging buttocks and I squirmed when she washed the tender flesh around my anus and when she dragged her cloth across my swollen, anguished sex, I trembled and made a pathetic, almost-sobbing noise and struggled to maintain my position. I desperately needed sexual release and Gretel could have so easily given it to me, but her cloth lingered on my sex for no more than a second or two...just long enough to exacerbate my sexual longing, but not long enough to trigger the release I so desperately needed.

And then that sexual torment was soon followed by another sexual torment. After Gretel had allowed me to leave the tub and she dried me with a towel, I was ordered to kneel upon the floor and watch silently as she bathed Hansel.

Hansel was naked and quite attractive to look at. Of course he was shaved, just as the female slaves were and his utter lack of body hair made him appear more naked and vulnerable and exposed than any male slave I had ever seen previously. He had long eyelashes and a rounded chin and high cheekbones. He was slender and very well-muscled, with a narrow waist and high, firm buttocks. Of course Hansel's organ was swollen and erect and hard and was alarming in its length and girth. I longed to have his organ plunged into the empty void between my thighs. Gretel had just dried me off with a towel, but I was already once again wet between my legs and almost deranged with sexual desire.

I watched intently as Gretel used her cloth to wash Hansel's firm, tiny buttocks and his slender, well-muscled thighs and I wished it were my hands washing Hansel. I squirmed and thought of my hands on Hansel's naked body and I whimpered as I thought of guiding Hansel's thick, swollen cock; with the network of bulging veins just beneath the skin; into my pulsing sex.

So, intent was I on my fixation with Hansel's naked body that I failed to hear Mistress Jarvinia's footsteps behind me.

"So, you like my male slave, do you?"

I turned my head and looked up into the stern, disapproving face of my mistress. Her teeth were bared and her bosom was heaving.

"Mistress, I did not mean to do anything wrong. I was merely-," I said nervously, attempting to defend myself. However my mistress interrupted me in mid-sentence.

"My slaves are not here for your amusement, Odilia. Rather, you are here to provide me with amusement and sexual gratification. Openly lusting over Hansel will only provoke my ire."

"I apologize, Mistress. I did not seek to displease you. I swear to never look upon Hansel with such-"

"No more words out of you," barked Mistress Jarvinia, cutting my sentence in half. "Show me that you truly repent with actions! Kiss my boots!"

My heart was throbbing mightily in my chest with fear and dread as I lowered my face to her dainty little feet and kissed the toe of her leather boots. My naked buttocks were high in the air and very vulnerable as I kneeled at her feet. I trembled at the thought that she might punish my already stinging buttocks anew.

And while my lips were pressed against her boots, I heard a rustling of fabric and suddenly Mistress Jarvinia's skirts were lying upon the floor. There was a sharp, painful slap against my left buttock and my Mistress ordered me to raise my head.

I pushed up off the floor and raised my head to see my mistress's naked thighs, hips and sex directly in front of me. Her sex was partially obscured underneath a growth of dark, silky pubic hair, however she was quite obviously aroused, as her very pink pubic lips were wet and swollen and her clitoris was already poking its way out from its hood.

"Now, if you are truly repentant, kiss me between my legs!"

Never at the castle had I ever been ordered to kiss a woman's sex, and I am not by nature a lover of women. As such, I was slow and hesitant to obey the order to kiss another woman's pubic lips. I will regret that hesitation for the rest of my days.

Suddenly Mistress Jarvinia had an iron grip on my left arm. She painfully yanked my arm up high, nearly dislocating my shoulder and forced me to stand.

"So, you would dare disobey my orders?"

"Mistress, Please!" I yelped in panicked protest, but I was silenced once again by Mistress Jarvinia.

"No words from you now," she barked and I bit my lip and resolved to say nothing more until her temper had cooled.

"Gretel has kissed me between my thighs! Maleen has kissed the lips between my thighs as well! Do you somehow think that you're better than Gretel and Maleen?"

I sensed a trap. I had already been ordered not to speak. If I spoke up to defend myself, I was certain to be punished. However if I remained silent, I would appear haughty and proud and in agreement with Mistress Jarvinia's accusation. And I would almost certainly be punished for my pride and haughtiness.

For a few dreadful seconds, all I could hear was the frightened pounding of my heart, and then Mistress Jarvinia loudly announced, "Gretel! Maleen! Odilia deems herself to be better than either one of you! She believes that her station is somehow above yours. Since this is an insult aimed directly at the two of you, I shall allow the two of you to punish her for it."

Gretel and Maleen looked nervous at this latest development; however they both dutifully thanked Mistress Jarvinia for the opportunity to punish me. Hansel was then ordered to fetch ropes so that Mistress Jarvinia could bind my arms behind my back.

Mistress Jarvinia tied me so tight that the ropes bit painfully into my naked skin. I whimpered as my mistress tied my left wrist to my right arm and my right wrist to my left arm. When she was finished securing my wrists behind my back, I was thrusting my breasts forward, as if I were offering them up to Gretel and Maleen to be punished.

I dreaded whatever cruel punishment Gretel and Maleen were about to inflict upon my naked and helpless body, however I also lamented the fact that I had lost Mistress Jarvinia's approval.

As irrational as it might seem, I treasured her approval and it had appeared that I had gained it for a very short period of time. Now that I had lost it, I felt that was just as regrettable a turn of events as whatever physical abuse Gretel and Maleen were soon to inflict upon my vulnerable, naked flesh.

I don't know why, but I desperately craved Mistress Jarvinia's approval. 

I had thought for certain that Gretel would punish my breasts, after all the manner in which my mistress had bound me forced my breasts out prominently and made them quite vulnerable for all sorts of painful correction.

However, Gretel ignored that possibility and instead Gretel looked me intently in the eye and firmly commanded, "Over my knee now, Odilia," and she sat down onto one of the nearby chairs.

Gretel may not have felt any malice towards me; however she would obey Mistress Jarvinia's commands without hesitation. I lay down over her lap, however doing so without the use of my hands was awkward and difficult and in the end, Gretel grabbed my hips and dragged my naked body across her naked thighs and into the proper position so that I might be spanked.

I had a moment or two to reflect upon how intimate and humiliating it was to be spanked by a slave's bare hand while lying naked across her naked lap. At the castle I was usually punished with a paddle, and usually by a Prince. Once I had been punished by a groom, but never another slave. Mistress Jarvinia had found a new level of humiliation and degradation for me to endure.

And then suddenly I had no more time for reflection. Gretel's hand came down hard upon my left buttock, and then my right buttock, and then my left again. Gretel spanked my poor, upturned buttocks with a hard and merciless rhythm. I screamed and kicked my legs and endured horrible pain as Gretel's hand punished my already sore buttocks and made the stinging unbearable.

And, somewhat irrationally, as I screamed and sobbed and felt hot, wet tears slide down my face I hoped that by enduring this pain for Mistress Jarvinia, I might somehow be forgiven for my transgression and regain her approval.

I was still sobbing when Maleen grabbed me and lifted me off Gretel's lap. "I've kissed Mistress Jarvinia's sex many times," Maleen proclaimed as she looked me coldly in the eye. "With your refusal to kiss our Mistress, you not only show her disrespect, but you offer disrespect to me as well. I find the naked flesh of woman pressed against me, preferable to the naked flesh of a man. Do you think that makes me somehow inferior to you? Is that what the priests have told you?"

"Maleen," Mistress Jarvinia scolded, "Do not waste the evening talking to her! Simply punish her for her infraction!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Maleen said, the intensity leaving her face as she apologized. Then she turned back to me and her facial expression went hard again.

I would have apologized to Maleen. I held no ill will towards lovers of women, I simply preferred men. However I had been ordered not to speak, so all I could do was stand there and submissively accept my punishment and hope that that would be enough to show that I repented my actions.

And then Maleen turned her back to me and walked over to the wall where Mistress Jarvinia kept her whips and paddles. I could not help but notice, as she selected one of whips from the wall, that her firm buttocks were marred with the welts and red marks of some vicious paddling. She was tormenting me at the moment, but she was a slave, just as I was. I felt a certain kinship to her, even though she was about to inflict pain upon my naked body.

And then Maleen stood naked before me, but with a short, leather whip in her hand she now displayed a visible degree of authority that she did not have moments before.

"Gretel, hold her please while I punish her and see that she does not squirm too much."

At those words, Gretel stood behind me, her breasts pressed against my back, one arm firmly around my throat; but not so tight as to restrict my ability to breath; and one hand grasping my long hair and snapping my head back, so that I was looking up towards the ceiling of Mistress Jarvinia's home.

I anticipated the blow and I attempted not to panic. Maleen brought the small leather whip down upon my breasts and she smacked them as I screamed and gasped and panted and screamed again. The stinging blows upon my breasts were far worse than having my buttocks spanked. After about ten blows, Maleen took my breasts in her hands and roughly fondled one and the other. They were both sore and tender from the whipping and I whimpered and sobbed at touch of her strong fingers.

Then she sucked upon each of my nipples, using her mouth to stimulate them and make them more erect and rigid and causing me to moan. Despite the pain, she was causing a warm, pulsing in my pubis as well.

Then, just as my nipples were painfully hard and erect and I was at the peak of lust, Maleen resumed whipping my poor, defenseless breasts. I flinched and jerked as the painful blows came down upon my sore, sensitive breasts and nipples, but Gretel held onto me tightly and I did not break free from her grip.

Eventually Maleen tired of whipping my breasts and she returned the whip to its previous location on the wall. 

"From this day forward," Mistress Jarvinia announced, "Gretel and Maleen shall have superior status to Odilia. Even though all three women are my slaves, Gretel and Maleen shall have the authority to punish Odilia for transgressions."

I could just barely hear Mistress Jarvinia's announcement over the sound of my own hoarse sobbing.

"Gretel and Maleen shall also teach Odilia how to satisfy a woman."

I felt Gretel loosen her grip on my hair and her arm around my throat became slack. "Mistress," she asked, "Does that mean...?"




The Story of Odilia Ch. 02



"Yes, it means that at the end of each day, after you have all been bathed, you may order Odilia to tend to the pulsing need in between your legs. You will teach her until she is an expert at using her lips and her tongue to please a woman."

Both Maleen and Gretel were visibly pleased at this new development. Hansel looked disappointed. I'm certain that he would have preferred to have his sexual needs tended to as well, but when you're a naked slave you don't have the luxury of decreeing who shall be sexually rewarded and who shall go without.

My breasts and buttocks were still stinging and sore, and I was still sobbing in pain, however Gretel wasted no time in taking advantage of her new status. She held my face firmly in her hands and kissed me on the lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I had never kissed another woman before, however I had given offense by hesitating when I was ordered to pleasure Mistress Jarvinia's sex. If I gave offense again I would certainly be punished for it. Therefore I reciprocated Gretchen's kisses in the same manner as I would have if she were a man.

At some point Gretel wiped away my tears and I could see clearly when Maleen took me in her arms and began to kiss me as well.

Maleen had seemed so hostile towards me just moments before, but as she pressed her lips against mine and sought out my tongue with her own; all of her animosity seemed to have been bled out of her. Her eyes; which had seemed cold moments before; now looked soft and warm. And instead of cruel, stinging slaps with a leather whip, her hands now held me gently as she moaned into my mouth.

When her exploration of my mouth ended, she continued to hold her naked body close to mine and pressed her naked breasts firmly against my naked breasts. My breasts were pained and stinging and sensitive, as Maleen had just whipped them, however I made no attempt to push away from Maleen or protest as she rubbed her breasts up against mine. I whimpered softly, but did nothing to resist Maleen's amorous intentions. The only hope I had for improving my situation in Mistress Jarvinia's house was to give every appearance of having a fondness for female flesh. Therefore I intended to do just that. My poor nipples even remained hard and painfully erect as Maleen pressed her naked breasts against mine.

Maleen then gazed upon me with an adoring look on her beautiful face and told me to get down on my knees.

It is difficult and awkward to go from a standing position to a kneeling position when your arms are bound behind your back; however I didn't want to disappoint this girl, whom I felt I had just gained as an ally. She seemed to have gone from antagonistic to agreeable in an instant, and I wanted to keep this new and friendly attitude for as long as I could.

I finally managed to kneel on the floor, and Maleen rewarded me by presenting her smooth and hairless pubic mound before my face. I hadn't noticed before, but her pubic lips were pink and swollen and unfurled.

I didn't wish to be accused of hesitating again, and I instantly pressed my face against her public lips and slid my tongue from her anus, up along her swollen pubic lips, tasting her juices, which were vaguely salty.

"I commend your newfound enthusiasm, slave," Maleen said, as she stroked my face with her hand, "However that is not the best way to worship a woman's sex. I will instruct you on how to do it better."

Maleen then directed me to gently pull her clitoris from its hood with my lips. Maleen moaned loudly when I successfully extracted her clitoris and then she directed me to stimulate her clitoris with my tongue.

Apparently I was doing it correctly, as Maleen stopped giving me verbal instruction and simply moaned louder and louder, while stamping her feet and moving her thighs and hips in rapid, atypical, spastic twitches.

She made a loud wailing sound, followed by a long, passionate scream as she firmly grasped my head and pushed my face firmly against her loins. Her grip on my skull was strong, although her hands trembled as she held my face to her shuddering hips.

Maleen was still breathing heavily when she pushed my head away. Something about that made me feel proud. I had never aspired to be a lover of women before, however now that I had been compelled to serve Maleen sexually; I was filled with a certain sense of satisfaction that I had satisfied her carnal needs rather well.

Gretel gave me very little time to bask in my sense of accomplishment as she was eager to take advantage of my status as a newly conscripted lover of women. First she took a wet cloth and washed away all of the tears and Maleen's juices from my face and then she directed me to kiss the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.

I kissed her thighs, just to the left and right of her vagina and Gretel made odd, elated breathing sounds; almost laughter; as I did this. I kissed the flesh of her thighs and; when instructed; licked the crease where her thighs joined her labia.

I would have liked to hold Gretel's thighs in my hands, however my arms were bound behind my back and as such, I could only use my mouth to touch Gretel's naked body. 

Gretel then ordered me to kiss the pink, swollen lips of her inner labia and taste her juices. She tasted totally different from Maleen. While Maleen had a vaguely salty taste, Gretel's juices barely had any taste to them at all. They we like the blandest of meats, with no seasonings whatsoever. Following Gretel's instructions, I kissed her inner labia gently at first and then harder. Then I used my tongue to separate her pubic lips and easily ran my tongue up and down between her layers of pink, swollen, warm flesh.

At this point, Gretel's breath was coming in short, sharp gasping sounds and she directed me to her clitoris which was now remarkably swollen and poking out of its hood. I was instructed to lick her clitoris hard. Gretel's firm, smooth thighs shuddered and she instructed me to lick her clitoris again and again until finally I was ordered to take her clitoris into my mouth and to suck on it. 

At first I sucked on her clitoris gently, however Gretel ordered me to suck on it harder. 

I obeyed her command, however within seconds Gretel was ordering me to suck upon her clitoris even greater force and enthusiasm. And even as I redoubled my efforts, Gretel screamed, "Harder, Odilia! Suck on it as hard as you can, Slave!!"

I couldn't see who, but somebody smacked my already sore buttocks. I tried to ignore the pain and focused on doing exactly as Gretel ordered. I struggled to please the naked slave girl and sucked upon her clitoris with extraordinary effort. When her orgasm began I could feel it in the same manner that I could feel thunder. It seemed to fill the entire room. Gretel wailed a loud, mournful-sounding wail and her legs trembled and she screamed at me to press my tongue to the underside of her clitoris.

I dutifully followed her orders and when she finally; much later; pushed me away; she was smiling and breathing heavily. Finally her legs failed her and she collapsed upon the floor, naked and limp and satisfied.

Apparently lying upon the floor was not a part of Mistress Jarvinia's plans and she picked up a whip and lashed the back of Gretel's thighs painfully.

At once, Gretel was back upon her feet and first Maleen and then Gretel were ordered to kneel and "worship the goddess".

This is of course a phrase Mistress Jarvinia uses which means to use ones tongue to pleasure a woman's sex.

Mistress Jarvinia did not give Gretel any instructions on how to properly worship the goddess. Maleen likewise did not need to be told how to use her mouth to Mistress Jarvinia happy. They had obviously done this many times and knew exactly what to do to please their Mistress and satisfy her sexual desires.

Despite the fact that I am not inclined towards women, I felt a sudden pang of jealousy towards Maleen and Gretel. Mistress Jarvinia trusted them to lick and kiss and pleasure her sex, while I was considered unreliable and unproven and not worthy to kneel between Mistress Jarvinia's thighs.

Almost as if she could hear my thoughts, Mistress Jarvinia looked at me imperiously and declared, "When Maleen and Gretel confirm that your skills are sufficient, you may attempt to pleasure me, Odilia. Until then, you will be their slave and answer to both of them."

I could well imagine that Maleen and Gretel would hold onto that privilege and keep me as their slave for as long as they could. For, as long as I was considered their inferior, their sexual needs would be met every day.

I bit my tongue painfully to keep from saying any words against Maleen or Gretel. It was unfair the power they had over me, however to speak of that unfairness would only earn me more punishment.

However Hansel foolishly spoke up and said something about Maleen. He said it in such a soft tone it was barely audible. However Mistress Jarvinia heard him and demanded that he repeat himself.

Hansel blushed, apparently surprised that he had spoken aloud, or surprised that he had been heard. In any event, he refused to repeat his words and that outraged his Mistress.

Mistress Jarvinia still held the whip that she had used on Gretel's thighs and now she struck Hansel with it. He flinched at the blow, but did not cry out.

"Outside, Hansel," she shouted. "It seems I must show you once again, what happens to disobedient slaves!"

And before she paraded Hansel naked outside, she ordered Gretel to take Maleen and I to the room of dreams and tie us down for the night.

The room of dreams looked to me to be nothing more than a very ostentatious name for an unfurnished room with no windows and iron rings set into the floor.

Gretel grabbed at my ropes and untied my wrists before we entered the room. Maleen held onto my torso while Gretel undid my bondage, almost as if she feared I would escape. Or perhaps it was more intimate than that. Perhaps she just like the feel of my naked flesh gripped in her hands.

"Lie down, Odilia," Gretel ordered, after we had entered the room.

Shortly after I was reclined on the floor, Gretel took leather straps and tied my wrists and ankles to four of the iron rings in the floor. This left me spread-eagle and totally vulnerable to anything Gretel might plan into inflict upon my naked body.

"This is how slaves sleep at night," Gretel explained. "Mistress Jarvinia doesn't approve of slaves pleasuring themselves in the middle of the night. By binding our hands well apart from our bodies, she can guarantee we won't touch ourselves or any of the other slaves."

I groaned in deep disappointment. At the castle I often fingered my own sex when all of the denizens of the castle had gone to sleep. Apparently that would not be an option in Mistress Jarvinia's house.

Next Maleen was ordered to lie upon the floor, and Gretel tied her spread-eagle as well.

Between my legs, my sex pulsed and throbbed with need; however I could not touch myself or even rub my thighs together because of the way Gretel had tied me. 

I wanted to hate Gretel for leaving me in this predicament, however when Mistress Jarvinia was done punishing Hansel, she came in and tied Gretel to the floor in a manner identical to mine.

"Hansel shall spend the night in the pillory," Mistress Jarvinia announced theatrically. "He can sleep upon the floor once again, when he learns to be obedient."

I had always thought of sleeping on the floor as something demeaning, however when you're a slave, your masters apparently can always find something to lower your status and demean you even more.

And then Mistress Jarvinia stalked across the floor, her boots hitting the ground just inches away from Gretel's naked loins, and then just inches away from Maleen's exposed, vulnerable loins and then her foot loudly stomped on the floor, in between my open thighs and less than an inch from my defenseless, naked, throbbing sex. I could feel the vibrations of her footfalls very clearly in my empty vagina.

"And you, Odilia," Mistress Jarvinia said, addressing me in an imperious tone, "shall soon learn why this room has been dubbed 'The Room of Dreams'!"

She looked down upon me and my heart beat faster and faster as I feared what she would do to me next. However she merely walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her, leaving all three slave-girls in darkness.

When the sound of her footsteps faded, I whispered into the dark, "What did she mean? Why is this room referred to as the room of dreams?"

For a few seconds there was no answer. The only sound in the room was the sound of three girls breathing fitfully, but finally Gretel whispered back, "You'll find out."

"We all find out," Maleen added ominously. "The first night is the worst."

I lay there nervously in the dark and knew that something terrible would happen to me tonight. It had already happened to the other slave girls and they had obviously survived, but that sadly did not lift my spirits. And so, I struggled vainly against my restraints and waited with dread to find out what sort of terrible fate it would befall me tonight.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 03



Every prince or princess that is sent as a naked slave to the land of Queen Eleanor is eventually returned to their own land and restored to their old rank and status. Therefore I was not overly concerned when I found myself wearing one of my old gowns and walking down the corridors of my old family home. 

However there was a certain uneasiness caused by the fact that I could not remember the majority of days that preceded this one. In particular, I could not remember that day that my servitude in a foreign land ended. 

I suspected that it could be explained by some sort of brain malady. In my great grandfather's day, when knights came back from the crusades, they often had a failure of memory for many of the days, weeks and even months of their time in that foreign land. Perhaps it is some sort of curse inflicted upon those who set foot in a forbidden place. Or perhaps it is a malady of the brain, inflicted upon those who are not strong enough to bear the trauma that was inflicted upon them. 

Perhaps I would speak to my mother when I could have a private moment with her. I imagine we might have a wise man in the kingdom who knows of such things. I am certain that my mother could arrange a meeting with such a man. 

I noted; with a certain degree of dissatisfaction; that I was slow and awkward now when forced to walk in clothes. My long skirts brushed across the floor when I walked and I was often obliged to grip my skirts and raise them up so that I would not trip upon them. This was especially true when ascending or descending stairs. 

It would seem to me more practical to make skirts considerably shorter. Who decided that these wretched things must be so damnably long? Was the purpose of the skirt to hobble all women and to make them travel at a much slower pace than their male counterparts? 

In the course of my wanderings, I found my sister, Derica, in one of the smaller greeting halls. 

"Odilia," she called out. "Come and sit with me. We have much to discuss." 

The greeting hall wasn't used much. It was too small for any large gathering and the table could only seat ten people. I could not fathom why my sister would be idling her time away there, yet it was a matter of very little concern, so I entered the room and sat at the table, in the chair nearest the entrance. 

"Derica," I greeted her, "What is it that you wish to discuss with me?" 

Her face held a countenance that seemed out of place on her. I had known her my entire life and she had always seemed to be a gentle soul, but now her face held a grim expression, like that of a soldier who's been away at war. She smiled, but it was not a gentle smile. It was akin to the smile of a king just prior to ordering the execution of a spy or a traitor. 

"It is no secret that you've been having difficulty readjusting to life at home," my sister began. "I've discussed it with mother at length, and she has finally conceded that I would be the one most able to oversee your transition." 

"I appreciate your concern, Sister," I said, somewhat discomforted by the uncharacteristic expression on her face, "however I'm certain that I shall readjust in time. It should be nobody's burden but my own." 

"Oh, but, Sister," Derica protested sweetly, "It has already been decided. Mother made it quite clear that the burden is mine and I have already devised a plan for reintegrating you back into our community." 

I shook my head in negation, but Derica merely increased the intensity of her smile, as if that were enough to counter my refusal. 

Then, when I attempted to speak once more, Derica interrupted me and said, "You yourself told Mother that you were found it awkward to wearing clothes once more and that you felt graceless and blundering attempting to walk in these long skirts. I have arranged for you to live in a section of the castle where you may roam naked without any person making a rude or untoward comment about your lack of clothing." 

For several seconds I could not speak, so severe was my shock at hearing Derica's words. 

"I never said any such thing to mother." 

"You did. I was there when you spoke to her." 

"I do not remember saying any such thing." 

"You don't? Memory can be such a fragile thing." 

Derica's voice sounded soft and gentle when she said it, however her expression never changed. I began to hold suspicions about my sister. Had she somehow violated my memories? Could she even have the ability to do such things? And even if she were capable of removing memories from my head, could she be so cruel? She had once been such a kind and friendly soul. 

I stood up and declared, "I must speak with mother! I can put this all to order, if I have her ear for just a few minutes." 

But as I attempted to leave, I was blocked. Two of our family's soldiers and three members of the kitchen staff were in the doorway as soon as I opened the doors. They deliberately blocked my path. 

"Stand aside," I commanded. "I am your princess!" 

The soldiers looked grim faced and were unmoved by my words. And the three women of the kitchen staff put their hands upon me and physically dragged me back towards the table where Derica was seated. 

"Derica is also our princess," replied the tallest of the kitchen staff, "And by order of the queen, she now has far more authority in this castle than you! We are following her orders now, and she has ordered us to keep you here in this room!" 

I struggled vigorously against the grip of the two smaller kitchen girls and momentarily broke free, however I was only granted my freedom long enough to take two steps forward. Then the other kitchen girl abruptly laid her strong hands upon me and held my wrists in a grip akin to iron. Then with great strength, she rendered me helpless and immobile by wrenching my arms behind me, yet high above my head. 

I was forced down to my knees, my shoulders aching from the stress that the kitchen girl was placing upon them. 

I was then reduced to screaming for help, hoping that somewhere in the castle there was still some loyal soldier or servant who was yet loyal to me. However the two soldiers at the entrance of the greeting hall closed the thick, wooden doors from the outside, thus muffling the sound of my screams. 

"There shall be no one coming to your aid, Sister," Derica said, still seated at the table. "Anyone who might have helped you has been ordered by the queen either to aid me or to be elsewhere." 

"Why are you doing this?" I demanded, almost certain that my sister had an ulterior motive. 

My sister ignored my question and instead spoke to the kitchen girls. 

"Strip her," she ordered. And then six strong hands grabbed me and roughly tore at the fabric of my bodice and skirts and chemise so quickly and violently I feared that, in their zeal, they may injure me as well destroy my garments. 

However, when I lay there on the greeting hall floor, without a stitch of clothing to cover my nudity and unable to cover my nudity with my hands as my wrists were still held in the iron grip of that tall, stern blonde woman, I found that miraculously I had not been harmed. Perhaps I had a few minor marks on my skin where fabric had bit painfully into my flesh when the women had pulled and tugged and ripped it painfully from my body, however all of this was negligible compared to the trauma of seeing the kitchen staff leering at my exposed flesh and knowing that this injustice was all done with the consent of my mother and my sister. 

"This is how it was in the land of Queen Eleanor, was it not?" asked my sister. "Nudity was customary." 

"It was compulsory," I replied, bitterly. "But I am no longer in the land of Queen Eleanor. I am in the land of my birth. I should not be abused and debased and humiliated in this fashion in my own homeland!" 

"Ah, you think this is humiliating?" my sister asked, raising an eyebrow. "You had been deprived of your clothes for over a year, but now you claim that being naked in front of your dear sister your dear sister for a mere few seconds is somehow a humiliation?" 

I glared at her and the women who stripped me as well. "It is wretched to be forcibly stripped in front of you, Derica. However to be forcibly stripped and displayed nude in front of the kitchen staff is even more loathsome!" 

"Kitchen staff," said the tall one who tightly held my wrists. "You don't even know our names do you?" 

The question seemed unjust to me. Kitchen staff were rarely seen and seldom did anyone from the royal family ever speak with them. If a message needed to be communicated to the kitchen staff, the steward normally dealt with it. 

"Bernida," I ventured. There were a number of girls in the castle named Bernida. It was a very common name. 

All three of the kitchen girls looked at me sternly. I had obviously chosen an inopportune answer. 

"My name is Ida," replied the tall, imposing woman. "And these other two are Hisolda and Ysolda. They've worked in your family's kitchens for ten years now. And I've worked in your family's kitchens for twelve. We've toiled in your kitchens and made you thousands of meals and yet somehow, you've never seen fit to notice any of us." 

She said it with such scorn, and yet I could find no reason for it. Why should I know the names of the kitchen staff? 

"Ida," my sister interjected, "perhaps you should teach Odilia some proper respect for the people ladies the hard working people that have spent years preparing her food?" 

Apparently Ida agreed with my sister's proposal, for within seconds, I was scooped up off the floor and thrown over Ida's lap. She moved so quickly and so suddenly, I barely saw her move. I attempted to stand, however Ida placed one hand firmly upon my back and held me down. She was easily the strongest woman I had ever known. With her great strength and superior height, she reminded me of the Valkyries that I had heard tales of as a young girl. 

And then, just as I was thinking of tales from my childhood, Ida brought one strong hand down upon my naked, vulnerable buttocks. The sound of each hard, punishing smack resounded through the small greeting hall. It had been weeks since I had left the lands of Queen Eleanor and now that I was back in my own land, I thought of myself as forever safe from the indignity of ever being spanked again. However I suddenly found myself naked, thrown over the lap of one of my own servants and my buttocks painfully and humiliatingly punished whilst my own sister and two of my servants looked on. 

For the sake of my own pride and dignity I didn't want to give Ida or my sister the satisfaction of hearing me scream. However Ida kept spanking my naked buttocks harder and harder and soon the stinging pain inflicted by her strong hand became too much. First I began to whimper, then I began to sob and soon the small greeting hall was filled with the sounds of me crying with pain. 

Even then she did not stop. When my buttocks were sore and red and tears were spilling down my face, Ida still abused my naked flesh, bringing her hand down upon the sensitive skin where the thighs and the buttocks connect, making that flesh red and sore as well. 

I was still sobbing when my sister told me to rise up off of Ida's lap. Then Ida informed me that she could spank me again at any time, for almost any infraction. 

"For a start, I shall expect you to address me by my name. If you address any of us as servant or kitchen staff or by anything other than our given name, I shall punish those very spankable buttocks again!" 

Ida's name would be easy to remember. She was the tallest and most imposing looking woman I had ever met. However Hisolda and Ysolda were almost identical. They were both shorter than me, although identical in height to each other. They were both blonde. They were both blue-eyed. They both had round faces and full lips and a girlish, innocent look about them. 

And in addition to their very similar appearances, their names were almost identical as well. What would happen if I addressed Hisolda as Ysolda? Would I be punished for that? 

"You shall also be available to all three of us for sex," Ida announced. And then suddenly her hands were on my naked breasts, fondling them and squeezing them and kneading them like dough. I whimpered and attempted to take a step back; however Derica grabbed my shoulders from behind and pushed me towards Ida. 

"We work hard in the kitchens," Ida proclaimed, "And we deserve some sort of reward. Derica has promised that your naked body will provide that reward. Your breasts and your tongue and any other part of you that we desire will be used to give us pleasure." 

Then Ida took both of my nipples and gripped then firmly between her thumb and forefinger and painfully pinched them. I whimpered and moaned and attempted to use my hands to protect my sensitive nipples, however my sister grabbed my wrists and held them away from my body. 

And much to my shame, Ida's abuse of my poor nipples caused my sex to become heated and aroused. I prayed that none of my tormenters ever noticed. Should my arousal be discovered, my current shame would be greatly increased. 

I continued to moan and whimper as Ida cruelly tormented my poor, defenseless nipples with her strong fingers, but she did not inflict this upon me for long. She had other indignities that she wanted to inflict upon me even more. 

"Since you're doing penance for your arrogance and disdain," Ida began, "you should be on your knees. Kneel, Odilia!" 

Derica and Ida both pushed me down to my knees and then Ida raised her heavy skirts and revealed her sex to me. The distance between my face and Ida's pubic lips was so negligible that I could feel the heat radiating from her loins and make out every little fold of the flesh of her labia and see just how moist she had become with arousal. I could even smell her arousal and wondered when she first became so aroused. Was it when I was spanked over her lap? Or was it when I was stripped naked? Or was it even earlier than that? 

The implication was quite clear. Even though I was no longer a slave held captive in a foreign land, and even though I was not a lover of women, I was once again obligated to satisfy the sexual cravings of women. 

My sister pushed my head into Ida's sex and without any further commands or prodding I began to lick her pubic lips with my tongue. 

"Yes, that's it," Ida encouraged as her pubic lips began to swell, "Do your penance. Show me that you repent your arrogant and haughty ways. Show me that you are truly remorseful for what you've done." 

Ida's sex was hot and wet and soon I was able to tease her swollen clitoris out of its hood with my tongue. Ida must have already been aroused before she even lifted her skirts, as it took very little time for me to bring her to a loud, gasping, shuddering orgasm. 

After it was over Ida insisted that I stay on my knees and lick her fragrant sex and her smooth thighs clean of juices. I had to be very thorough and not miss a single drop. Apparently that was also part of performing my penance. 

I honestly do not remember being arrogant or haughty or disdainful towards any of the servants, however I now had no choice but to do "penance" for the transgressions that Ida insists that I've committed. 

Hisolda and Ysolda insisted that I perform penance, kneeling before them as well and licking each of them between their legs. However; for reasons that were never explained; Hisolda wanted my arms bound behind me while I performed my penance on her and her sister. 

I'm not certain where they found the rope, however they tied my arms tightly behind my back, with the ropes biting deeply and painfully into my flesh, totally immobilizing my arms. 

Had they allowed me the use of my hands, I could have assisted Hisolda and Ysolda in holding their skirts up, however the decision was never mine to make. I was a princess in the castle of the royal family; however I now had less authority than a kitchen servant. 

Hisolda insisted that I say "I am truly sorry" and "I am truly remorseful" and "I truly regret my arrogance" while I knelt before her and thrust my tongue deeply into her sex. My words were muffled and indistinct and impossible to understand, yet Hisolda insisted that it was part of my penance. It was degrading and humiliating to try and speak while my tongue was buried in another woman's vagina, yet I had no choice in the matter. 

Eventually, when Hisolda's clitoris was swollen and erect, she gave me permission to stop making inarticulate sounds inside of her vagina and directed me to release her hard, swollen, turgid clitoris from its hood. This would have been easier if I had the use of my hands, however because of the way I was bound, I was forced to do this task with my lips and my tongue. 

Then she directed me to place my tongue beneath her clitoris and slide it upwards with a soft, slow, deliberate stroke. 

She shuddered and moaned and ordered me to do this again. 

I was ordered to repeat this task again and again, first with slow, gentle strokes of my tongue and then with harder and faster strokes and then slow and gentle again. 

There were a dozen instances when I felt certain that Hisolda was a mere heartbeat away from her inevitable orgasm; however she would then order me to stop and then lick her clitoris more gently. In this fashion she delayed her orgasm and had me on my knees in front of her for easily three times longer than I had performed my penance in front of Ida. 

When Hisolda's body did finally erupt into orgasm, it was far louder and more eventful than Ida's or Ysolda's. Hisolda's whole body shuddered and she grabbed my skull and thrust it deeper into her sex and screamed and wailed and gasped with such intensity that I could almost imagine that her voice was heard throughout the entire castle. 

Afterwards, Hisolda's thighs were soaked in her own juices and I was ordered to lick her thighs clean while she continued to gasp and pant and enjoy the lingering splendor that suffused her entire body. 

Ida declared that it was somehow unjust that Hisolda's orgasm was so much powerful and impressive than her own and declared that I needed to be punished for this injustice. I was not allowed to protest Ida's decision and within seconds Ida had me over her lap again, spanking my already sore buttocks and eliciting yelps of pain. 

I couldn't see my naked buttocks, however they were bathed in a hot, stinging pain and I was certain that Ida had left them an angry red color. 

Having reduced me to a sore, sobbing, humiliated naked slave-girl, Ida then ordered me back on my knees and instructed me to do penance on her sex again. Only this time I was to pleasure her sex in the same manner which I had pleasured Hisolda. 

My jaw ached and my tongue was sore from repeatedly using them to sexually pleasure women, however I was naked and helpless and at the mercy of these women. Doing their bidding was the only protection I had against further painful punishments. 

On my knees in front of Ida, I worked slower this time. I stayed dutifully between her thighs and licked tirelessly at her swollen pubic lips and waited until her breath was coming in loud, heavy pants before I lavished any attention on her clitoris. Then I gently pulled her clitoris out of its hood with my lips and rather than attempting to speak, I made inarticulate noises while stimulating her with the back of my tongue. 

I could immediately tell that this new approach was successful. Ida was panting and gasping and making noises that sounded more animal than human. She shuddered and whimpered and it was then that I circled her clitoris with my tongue and then began to slowly lick her exposed clitoris from bottom to top. 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 03



Ida made inarticulate gasping and grunting noises as I continued to slowly and gently lick her hard, swollen clitoris. Ida writhed and gripped my hair in her strong hands and yanked hard, but I just kept up with the same slow rhythm on her clit. I knew that if I could continue on in this fashion that she was erupt in an orgasm just as powerful and Hisolda's. 

"Harder," Ida demanded, "Faster!" 

But, I had already committed to the course of giving Ida the sort of orgasm that would have her screams resounding through the entire castle. I deliberately disobeyed her orders and continued to lick her exposed clitoris, slowly and steadily. 

Ida made pathetic whimpering sounds as I continued to lick her clitoris with slow and gentle strokes. 

"Lick me harder, Odilia or I will take you to the dungeons! I will lock you in the pillory and punish your naked flesh with a whip!" 

Even that threat did not deter me, as I was inexplicably committed to giving Ida an orgasm just as intense as the one I had just given Hisolda. 

"Odilia," Ida shouted as I continued to lick gently at her clitoris, "Lick me harder or you shall spend all night in the pillory after I have whipped you!" 

The threat was too much and I instantly began to increase the speed and forcefulness of my licking. Ida howled and made noises that I have never heard coming from a woman's throat before. She shuddered and trembled and moaned and wailed and eventually collapsed, trapping me underneath her impressive shuddering body. 

Ida remained prone across my naked body, and while I waited for Ida to raise herself up off of my naked, helpless and vulnerable body, I dreaded the possibility that once she was able to move she might yet take me to the dungeons and whip me for refusing her initial orders to lick her harder and faster. 

I needn't have worried. Ida was so please with my performance that not only was I not dragged down to the dungeons, but she kissed me violently and passionately on the mouth, forcing me to accept her tongue and using it to tease the inside of my mouth. 

"I take it that my sister is acceptable as a lover of women?" 

Derica's question humiliated me. It was humiliating for me to sexually pleasure another woman; however my sister didn't seem to care. She actually seemed to be taking joy in seeing me humiliated. 

"Your sister is quite accomplished at pleasing a woman," Hisolda said with a playful smirk on her face. Ysolda and Ida agreed. Apparently my tongue and my lips would be greatly treasured by these libidinous sodomites. 

"I am greatly pleased to hear it," Derica told the assemblage of women. "Odilia is now yours to punish, to use and abuse sexually and of course you may put her to work in the kitchens as well." 

I gasped at this. Somehow being sent naked to the kitchens and forced to toil hour after hour over cutting blocks and boiling pots seemed even more shocking than being forced to taste the juices of a woman's sex. 

"A little physical labor will help crush her spirit and cure her of her arrogance," Ida said. I had done plenty of physical labor while living in the land of Queen Eleanor, and I wanted to protest. However I held my tongue and said nothing. I had just narrowly avoided a whipping. I didn't want to provoke my luck with any of these women. 

"However before we introduce her to the kitchens, I believe we should deprive her of all of this pubic hair." 

Ida then grabbed several strands of my pubic hair and yanked hard, pulling several of them out painfully by the roots. 

Ysolda asked, "Is this to further humiliate her or to insure that her pubic hairs do not end up in the food?" 

"Both are good reasons," Ida replied. "Princess Derica, could you assist us? I know of a way that her loins could be denuded of hair quite quickly." 

Working together, the four women accomplished the act of removing my pubic hair quite neatly and efficiently. Derica and Ida laid my down upon the greeting hall table, face up and Ysolda and her sister grabbed my ankles and held them far apart while Derica gripped me by my shoulders and held my torso down flat against the table. I felt that this was highly unnecessary as my arms and wrists were already bound behind my back. 

My legs were spread obscenely wide and my anus and pubic lips were blatantly exposed, humiliating me even further as now my own arousal was obvious to anyone who glanced in my direction. My prominently exposed pubic lips were pink and swollen and glistened with moisture. Hisolda and Ysolda both stared directly at my exposed pubis and smirked. 

Ida busied herself with gathering candles. The greeting hall was filled with flickering candles. There were at least a score in the chandelier and more than twice that amount in the stand at the back of the hall, as well as a dozen at the stand near the greeting hall entrance. 

Ida stood in between my widespread thighs holding two lit candles and ordered Ysolda and Hisolda to spread my legs even wider. They tightened their grip on my ankles and painfully spread my legs as far apart as my inner thigh muscles would allow. Then suddenly and without warning, Ida poured hot candle wax directly onto the most delicate and sensitive part of my anatomy. 

"Aaaaaaiiiuuuughhhhh," I screamed, more in shock than in pain. The hot wax did hurt when it splashed down upon my vulnerable pubic lips and anus, however the wax rapidly cooled and the burning sensation did not last. The wax stung, but the pain was no worse than what I had become accustomed to. 

Ida continued to pour hot wax onto my loins until my sex and my anus were completely obscured underneath a thick coating of wax. I had stopped screaming at this point and calmed down; not realizing what would come next. 

"Now, my helpless, naked slave-girl," Ida said as her fingers gripped a section of the wax between my legs, "You may scream again." 

And with that pronouncement, Ida ripped the wax mound from my loins, along with scores of pubic hairs. There was an audible ripping sound as she tore them from my pubis by the roots. 

Ripping my pubic hairs out in this fashion was far more painful that having hot wax dripped onto my delicate, naked flesh and I screamed in pain. Ida however ignored my screams and continued to rip my pubic hairs out violently and painfully. I squirmed and writhed and attempted with all my might to close my legs, however Ysolda and her sister gripped my ankles tightly and held my legs far apart no matter how desperately I struggled. No matter how loud I screamed or how vigorously I struggled, Ida kept painfully ripping my pubic hair out, using her clever trick with the candle wax. I was helpless to stop her and I was sobbing and my face was wet with tears by the time she had finished. 

"You look so much more exposed and vulnerable now," Ida said as she looked down upon my denuded sex. She said it with such a tone of adoration in her voice; I could only surmise that she found vulnerability to be somehow arousing. 

"Shall we take her to the kitchens now?" Hisolda asked, apparently yielding to Ida's judgment. Ida was not only the tallest of the three women, but apparently the most dominant. 

"No," declared Ida. "Continue to hold her just like that. This is a very vulnerable position we've got Odilia in and I wish to take advantage of it." 

I couldn't remember ever being so exposed and so humiliatingly on display. My legs were spread embarrassingly wide and now I didn't even have the dignity of pubic hair to cover my now pulsing, wet sex. 

Then to add to my humiliation and embarrassment, Ida took her hand and slowly and gently dragged her fingers across my moist, swollen pubic lips. I shuddered at her touch. 

"I've heard that princes and princesses who are sent as tribute to Queen Eleanor at times become accustomed to being abused and humiliated and tormented. I've heard tales that some of these princes and princesses even crave the abuse and feelings of helplessness years after they no longer serve as the Queen's tribute. 

"You crave abuse and humiliation, don't you, Odilia?" 

I shook my head in negation and attempted to deny it, however when Ida grabbed one of my swollen labia and painfully pinched it, I whimpered and squirmed and I felt my heart beat faster. And when Ida roughly shoved two strong fingers deep inside of my sex, I gasped and thrust my hips in an involuntary response. 

"You crave the abuse, Odilia. Don't deny it." 

I whimpered and said nothing as Ida's strong fingers continued to invade my tender, pink orifice. She explored the interior of my hot, wet, pulsing sex. It was humiliating, and yet on a certain level I did not want her to stop. 

My thighs trembled and my nipples were so swollen and erect that they ached. I whimpered and sobbed, yet would not tell Ida what she wanted to hear. Then she took my swollen clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and painfully pinched my sensitive nub. 

I screamed in inarticulate pain and struggled once again to close my thighs together, however the heat in my sex did not subside. In point of fact, Ida's abuse of my swollen clitoris, only made my sexual heat grow more intense. 

"There is no reason to be embarrassed, Princess Odilia," Ida said softly as she smiled down upon me. "We shall have no secrets between us. You shall tell me all of your most shameful sexual fantasies and cravings." 

"Ida, please," I begged, with tears welling up in my vision. No matter how much she tormented me, I could never admit that a certain part of me craved the abuse and the humiliation. 

She ignored my pleas and instead inserted two strong fingers into my vagina. She pushed her fingers roughly deeper and deeper inside of my sex, and despite my humiliation at being so exposed and helpless and abused (or perhaps because of it) the heat in my sex redoubled and I could feel my face and my breasts blushing. Her fingers stabbed at the mouth of my uterus sending a new contraction of pleasure through my entire body. My pink pubic lips thickened around her fingers and my sex became wetter and wetter. My breath came in short, urgent pants and when Ida withdrew her fingers I whimpered and gasped and looked up at her with a look of pleading. She had brought me right to the edge of a shattering orgasm and then left me in horrible torment. My poor, tormented sex was desperately in need of release. 

It didn't matter how I pleaded or how injured I looked. Ida continued to abuse my pulsing sex, rubbing my hard, swollen clitoris with her thumb, while stabbing deep into my vagina with her strong fingers. However, no matter how much she abused the poor, pink, sensitive flesh between my legs, she never granted me sexual release. 

"Ida, please," I screamed as my sexual need reached unbearable intensity and in response she pinched my clitoris again. The pain was intense and I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, and when I was finished screaming, Ida proclaimed, "No more pleading from you." 

"If you beg me for mercy again, I shall hurt your clitoris even worse than before." 

I sobbed to myself as I lay there naked on the table, covered in perspiration and with hot tears streaming down my face and Ida continued to endlessly assault my poor, abused sex with her strong fingers, inflaming my lust, but denying me orgasmic relief. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

I awoke in a dark room, with my ankles and wrists bound far apart. It was all a dream. I was still in the Room of Dreams in Mistress Jarvinia's house. Lying on the floor, my naked sex still desperately in need of relief, however at least I had not been humiliated or betrayed by my sister. 

I could hear Gretel sleeping nearby. She was making whimpering sounds in her slumber. I could only guess what she was dreaming about. Perhaps her dreams and mine were very similar. I struggled again against my bonds, but only succeeded in making my wrists and ankles sore. 

Then I heard Maleen making some sort of sounds of distress and misery in her sleep. I could tell she was suffering and wished that I could crawl across the floor and hold her in my arms and comfort her. 

I was afraid to go back to sleep, but I wondered, would my waking world be any improvement over the disturbing dreams of being humiliated and abused and sexually tormented? 

When the sun came up, I soon received my answer.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 04



When I awoke the next morning, Mistress Jarvinia untied me and immediately put me to work. Indeed Hansel, Gretel, Maleen and I were all given labors to perform. In Mistress Jarvinia's home, slaves do not eat breakfast until they've earned it through hard, physical labor. 

My mistress sent me to her garden in the back of the house and ordered me to crawl on my hands and knees and pull any weeds out of her garden with my bare hands. It was filthy work and Mistress Jarvinia punished my tender buttocks again and again when I ignorantly attempted to pull a medicinal plant out of the ground, instead of a weed. 

As a princess, I had never been taught the difference between a weed and a useful plant. Thus Mistress Jarvinia hovered over me with a paddle as I crawled naked around her garden and elicited yelps of pain from my lips every time I guessed wrong and soon my naked buttocks were burning with delicious pain and hot, wet tears spilled down my face and watered my mistress's garden. 

Soon after I came inside, I witnessed Hansel and Gretel being punished by my mistress's leather belt. Hansel had been whispering some secret message to his sister, and Mistress Jarvinia did not allow any of her slaves to keep secrets from her. 

Within seconds, brother and sister stood in the center of the room with their hands on the backs of their necks and their legs spread. Hansel had admirably muscular legs with firm calves and slender, well-developed thighs and high buttocks. I longed to feel his firm, naked buttocks underneath my hands, but the most I could hope for on this day was to watch as my mistress reddened Hansel's naked buttocks with her strap again and again, as she made Hansel moan and weep in pain. 

His poor sister likewise moaned and wept in pain as Mistress Jarvinia also reddened her poor, abused, naked buttocks with the strap. However watching Gretel's buttocks whipped didn't make my sex throb between my legs and my heart pound in my chest. I have never been in the habit of lusting over women; however I have lusted for Hansel's firm, naked, boyish, slender body from the very first minute that I gazed upon it. 

Luckily my mistress did not see me lusting over Hansel's naked buttocks and thighs. She was so intent on abusing both Hansel and Gretel's bottom and legs and turning them to an angry, red color, she never noticed that I was even watching. 

I was then put to work scrubbing the floor of the main room for an hour before breakfast. Hansel and Mistress Jarvinia's entire collection of slaves eat their meals from bowls placed upon the floor. As I lapped up my food I would occasionally look up and eye Hansel's naked flesh. His legs and bottom still looked sore; however they looked no less desirable. Indeed, the marks from my mistress's strap seemed to make his naked flesh even more beautiful. 

And while I dawdled, a stranger came into my Mistress's house. 

"Svetlana," my mistress greeted the stranger. "What brings you to my remote and humble home?" 

Her tone was playful, almost mocking. I dared a look up from my bowl and saw that Svetlana, was a well-dressed woman with well-fitted leather walking boots, silver rings on her fingers and a dark blue gown that was fashioned in such a way that it was tight about her waist and torso, yet very loose from the waist down. It was a well-crafted garment that only someone from the upper classes could afford. 

"Jarvinia," the woman responded with a voice that was as sweet as honey, "I came to congratulate you on the purchase of your newest slave. I was admiring her at the slave auction with her remarkable buttocks and thighs. She's absolutely adorable! I had hoped to get a much closer look at her at the place of public punishment; however you have yet to send her there." 

The woman looked me over the way a hungry dog will look over fresh mutton. I felt defenseless and exposed as I knelt naked on the floor with my breasts and buttocks exposed for this woman to leisurely ogle. 

I ate my food and attempted to hide my face as the woman stared at my naked body, but then Mistress Jarvinia asked, "Would you like to see her?" 

Apparently Svetlana answered in the affirmative, for I was soon called over and ordered to position myself so that this well-dressed woman could examine my naked body intimately-both with her eyes and her hands. 

"Odilia, I want this woman to get a good look at you. So, place your hands flat against the wall, bend over with your buttocks up and spread your legs as wide as you can get them." 

And as an afterthought she commanded me to balance on the balls of my feet and keep my heels from touching the floor. 

Obediently I placed myself in the revealing and humiliating position which my mistress had commanded. It left my bottom and my wet, throbbing sex very much exposed and I blushed with the shame of it, however neither Mistress Jarvinia nor her guest had any sympathy for my plight. Dignity and modesty are things that are forever denied to a slave. 

"And no matter what this woman does to your naked body, you are not to move. Do you understand, Slave girl?" 

I closed my eyes tightly, expecting horrible things would be done to my vulnerable nudity, yet answered "Yes Mistress". 

In this position, my wet, swollen pubic lips were even more exposed and vulnerable than is usual for a slave. I worried over what fate might befall them. My legs began to tremble before Lady Svetlana even touched me. 

Lady Svetlana took her time, examining me at her leisure, first with her eyes, allowing the fear to build up inside of me as I anticipated the moment when her hands would touch my naked, vulnerable flesh. What sort of painful, humiliating, ignoble things would those hands do when they finally touched my exposed, defenseless, young body? 

"The slave girl's sex," Lady Svetlana observed, "is completely devoid of pubic hair." 

My face and upper body felt suffused with heat at this comment. It was demeaning enough to be denied clothes and to be seen naked by all peoples at all times. But I found it to be even more humbling and unjust to be denied the scant covering of pubic hair to obscure my poor, tormented pubic lips from impertinent eyes. 

"I shave all of my slaves," Was Mistress Jarvinia's response. "It helps to break their spirit. A slave that's been shaved between her legs is far more naked than a slave that's been allowed the luxury of pubic hair. Have you never noticed that I shave Hansel and Gretel in the same way?" 

Lady Svetlana and Mistress Jarvinia continued to discuss Mistress Jarvinia's treatment of slaves and how it was possible Lady Svetlana had never noticed certain aspects of our treatment. All the while I was forced to maintain the very humiliating and difficult position with my legs spread very far apart and my anus and wet, pulsing sex very much on view. 

These two proud, privileged, wicked women kept me waiting in that humiliating and exposed position. I held this position so long that my legs started to feel weak and unsteady, the muscles in the back of my legs felt uncomfortably stretched and taut and sweat began to form on my torso and underneath my arms. My right leg trembled and I feared that I might be unable to maintain my balance in this position, and should I collapse or fall to one knee or break position in any way I was certain to be horribly punished. 

And then, just as I thought the two women were ignoring my naked body, I felt lady Svetlana's hands on my thighs. They moved across the smooth flesh of my sore buttocks and thighs down to my calves and back up to my thighs again, massaging the flesh, as if testing it for softness and resilience. Lady Svetlana then pinched my calves and thighs several times and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep from crying out. Then I felt her hand under my sex, feeling the roundness and heaviness of my swollen pubic lips, painfully pinching them. 

I gasped in response to the unexpected fingers touching me in that most sensitive place, yet managed not to close my thighs or fall to my knees. It was only with great effort that I was able to remain in that very humiliating pose, the fear of Mistress Jarvinia's wrath and her painful punishments giving my thighs and calves and the soles of my feet the strength to remain in that pose. 

"They should allow us to examine slaves like this before the auctions," opined Lady Svetlana. "Standing in a crowd, in front of a stage, we never get this sort of intimate detail of exactly what we're buying." 

So saying, lady Svetlana continued to stroke my swollen labial folds with her fingers. She elicited whimpers from my lips and caused the heat between my legs to become more intense. My need for sexual relief became so profound that my naked body became suffused with heat and I broke out in a feverish sweat. I closed my eyes tightly and attempted to ignore the fierce need between my legs, however Lady Svetlana's fingers were quite skilled at inflaming my passions. 

When her fingers found my swollen clitoris, it was so desperate for attention that it was aching. I made pathetic groaning sounds and moved my hips in an obscene and suggestive manner, however Lady Svetlana's questing finger barely even grazed the hot, swollen flesh of my aching clitoris, and at Mistress Jarvinia's suggestion, she began to examine my defenseless and exposed anus. 

I have an intense fear when it comes to being touched in that pink, secretive part of my anatomy and Mistress Jarvinia knew that when she suggested Lady Svetlana examine me there. That wicked woman was thoroughly intent on seeing me suffer! 

Lady Svetlana gently stroked my tender pink, tender, anal orifice, causing me to gasp once more. 

"She seems to have an irrational fear about being touched there," declared Lady Svetlana. 

Then, pressing one finger very intently upon my tight, pink anus, she asked, "How would you feel if I were to spear your virginal, pink anus, slave-girl?" 

At first I just moaned, sounding miserable and pathetic. As a slave, I could not stop her; however I dreaded being speared though that tight, most intimate orifice even more than I dreaded the paddle. 

Then, suddenly I felt Lady Svetlana's hand come down sharply upon the already sore skin of my right buttock three times in rapid succession. I yelped in both pain and surprise at the stinging blows. 

"Answer my question, slave," bellowed Lady Svetlana in a cold, commanding voice. "How would you feel if I opened you up and examined your pink, virginal hole with my fingers?" 

Lady Svetlana's examination of my anus thus far had already left me feeling humiliated and defenseless and degraded. However being forced to answer her question about my degradation made me feel even more helpless and more disgraced than before. Hot tears of mortification were running down my face as I answered her. 

"I would feel most humbled and ashamed, Mistress," I answered her. "It would be even more humiliating than being sold at the slave auction." 

And as I silently sobbed, bent over with my legs far apart and my anus vulnerable and exposed to both of these wicked women, I felt Lady Svetlana's hard fingers stabbing into me, opening my tight, delicate flesh and exploring deep into my intimate orifice. My arms and legs trembled and I found it a strenuous ordeal to maintain the position my Mistress ordered me to maintain. 

"I was right about her being virginal," Lady Svetlana proclaimed. "She's far too tight to be anything but a virgin. 

Hansel was ordered to bring water and a cloth so that Lady Svetlana could wash her hands after fingering my anus. Looking back between my legs I could see Hansel's naked buttocks as he retreated from the room and Lady Svetlana as she washed her hands of me. Then I was ordered to stand straight, so that she could better examine other parts of my naked body. 

The stress on the muscles in my legs and the soles of my feet had become so acute I was on the verge of collapsing, thus I was relieved when I was ordered to stand. However my relief was short-lived as I was ordered to stand with my legs far apart and my hands clasped behind the back of my neck. This pose forced my breasts to be lifted up as if I were offering them to Lady Svetlana. 

Mistress Jarvinia caused my breasts to be even more prominent and on display by ordering me to arch my spine and force my elbows back. And to add to my shame, my nipples were swollen and erect, thus making my sexual need all the more evident to these cruel women who insisted on examining every inch of my nudity. 

Lady Svetlana raised a hand to my left breast and fondled it, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of the skin, before grasping the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinching the poor, sensitive nub of flesh painfully and causing me to gasp. Soon the nipple's twin; on my right breast; was similarly captured and pinched. 

Lady Svetlana manipulated my swollen, erect nipples, turning them this way and that, eliciting whimpers and labored breathing from me, while I obediently kept my naked breasts thrust up and forward, so as to give her hands easy access to them. Lady Svetlana's hand took possession of my breasts, groping them roughly and then massaging them gently, coaxing moans from my lips. Then without warning, capturing my nipples with her strong fingers and yanking upon them and stretching the tender flesh to an unnatural length and causing me to whimper at the severe agonizing pain she was inflicting on my tender pink flesh. I cried out in distress at the sharp pain and wondered how far this wicked woman could stretch the tender flesh of my now throbbing nipples before the flesh actually tore. She continued to abuse my poor nipples for several agonizingly long minutes, making me feverish and delirious with both pain and lust. When she finished, my face was covered with tears and my nipples were enlarged and swollen and no longer pink, but a reddish hue, almost the color blood. 

Lady Svetlana had no mercy for my plight, even as tears of humiliation and pain slid down my face. "Don't expect me to believe that you want to escape my attentions," Lady Svetlana insisted, "I can tell from the wetness of your sex that this is exactly what you desire." 

And then her hand was at my wet, throbbing sex once again. The expression on her face was filled with delight and intense interest as she pinched my swollen pubic lips once again. I gasped and whimpered and attempted to endure her attentions without complaint. My legs trembled once again and tears welled up in my eyes, but I did not cry out or beg for mercy. 

And then two strong fingers were thrust deep inside my sex and I shuddered at the intensity of my sexual need. My sex throbbed and my juices flowed onto Lady Svetlana's fingers and I whimpered as Lady Svetlana gazed intently into my eyes. My lower lip trembled and then she brought her fingers up to my face, slick and coated with my warm juices. 

My vision was blurry with tears and yet I could see how wet Lady Svetlana's fingers were with my secretions, and indeed I could feel the utmost wetness between my legs. 

"You whimper and tremble at my touch," admonished Lady Svetlana, "But between your legs, your sex is wet. Your hungry little mouth knows what you need and desire even better than you do. Your wet vagina is grateful for all the pinches and the slaps and the intense scrutiny that I am paying to your naked body." 

I had no way of responding to this wicked woman. I was raised to be a proper lady of noble birth and to be studious and refined and dignified and graceful. I was not supposed to be displayed naked for the entertainment of the common people. Nor was I supposed to be pinched or slapped or have my most intimate, sensitive parts of my anatomy closely examined and evaluated by total strangers. I certainly was not supposed to become feverish and aroused and moan with sexual desire at such humiliation and abuse. 

And yet I did moan with sexual arousal as this wicked woman did such things to me. 

I desperately wanted this cruel woman to thrust her strong fingers inside of me and to probe deep into my pink, throbbing sex and to explore and to stroke and pinch and examine and fondle until I finally achieved orgasmic release. 

However, as a child of a proper royal family, I could never admit to having such wanton desires. And as a slave, I could never ask for a free woman to provide me with relief from the sexual torment I was currently experiencing. 

"Say it," Lady Svetlana demanded. "Say that my touch excites you." 

I moaned as Lady Svetlana's strong fingers once again stroked my swollen labia and thrust my loins ever so slightly towards her hand in hopes that she would provide me with what I so urgently desired, but sadly I was denied. 

"Say it," Lady Svetlana barked. "Say that you are sexually aroused at having a woman sexually humiliate and abuse you and pinch your sex, or else I shall sexually torment you and leave you without relief!" 

My face felt hot and flush and I am certain that my face must have turned red with shame. My eyes welled up with tears. I desperately wanted for this wicked woman to provide me with relief from my sexual torment; however the words that she wanted me to say were far more humiliating than I could bear. 

The lady then slapped my breasts; first the right and then the left; and then the right again. Her fierce, stinging slaps hurt worse than I had expected, however I held my breath and bit my lower lip and struggled not to cry out. 

"Impudent slave," cried out Lady Svetlana. And she stalked over to the wall where Mistress Jarvinia kept her whips and paddles and straps. 

"Jarvinia, you're slave is being most difficult. May I have your leave to punish her?" 

I hoped against hope that my Mistress would not acquiesce to this request, however my Mistress was not at all concerned about my hopes or desires. 

"If my slave were at the place of public punishment, you would need to pay a fee before you could punish her," was my mistress's reply. 

I had not been given permission to move from my position and Lady Svetlana stood well behind me, however I could hear my mistress and Lady Svetlana haggling over a price. The standard price at the place of public punishment was apparently one copper coin; however Mistress Jarvinia believed that the honor of punishing my naked skin was worth more than that. 

Eventually the two women agreed on a price. 

I flinched even before I saw the whip. My buttocks were already quite sore and I feared the sting of the whip on my already tender skin, however it was to be even worse than that. 

Without ceremony, Lady Svetlana swung a wide, leather strap and smacked my naked breasts that I had so obediently displayed for her attention. I did not even see the blow land. A blinding fire of pain crossed my chest as the leather strap slapped across the pale skin of my breasts. The pain was unlike anything I had experienced before and I screamed out in unimaginable misery. Two additional blows of the leather strap rained down upon my poor defenseless, innocent breasts while I was still screaming.   

"Shall I whip those lovely, firm breasts of yours again?" Lady Svetlana queried, "Or would you now like to admit that it excites you to be pinched and slapped and fingered and sternly examined intensely by a strong, authoritarian woman, such as myself?" 

The soft, tender flesh of my breasts had just barely born the torture of being struck by the whip a mere three times. My poor, defenseless breasts couldn't endure a fourth or a fifth or a sixth stroke. I immediately cooperated with Lady Svetlana's demands. 

"It excites me, Mistress," I cried out. "When you place your hands on my breasts it excites me," I admitted. "When you pinch my nipples it excites me and when you order me to spread my legs and display my pubic lips to be examined and pinched and toyed with, it excites me!" 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 04



I was disgraced and humiliated, however everything I had said was undeniably true. For whatever reason, my sex throbbed and grew even more feverish with lust when Lady Svetlana sternly examined my naked flesh and abused it with pinches and slaps and rough fondling. My breath came in short, sharp gasps and tears slid down my face as I confessed to my strange libidinousness, however I said the words that Lady Svetlana wanted to hear. 

Lady Svetlana then surprised me by kissing my cheek approvingly. Then she smiled impishly and replied, "Since my pinches and orders and stern discipline excite you, I shall have to visit you again; several times a week in fact; over and over again, for as long as you are in Mistress Jarvinia's care." 

My heart beat faster at that announcement. I had been raised to be a lady and to one day be married to a duke or a prince and to one day bear his children. I was never to be the sort of girl who lusted for the touch of another woman, and yet now, here I stood, naked and exposed, my sex throbbing and my whole body quivering in hope that she would touch my naked flesh with her strong fingers. 

And then suddenly, Lady Svetlana's fingers were being thrust deeply and rudely into my wet, throbbing sex, as strong and demanding as any man's hand. I gasped and my hands dropped at the shock of having my delicate sex invaded so forcefully and so suddenly. 

"Hands behind your head," Ordered Mistress Jarvinia sternly. "Elbows back!" 

Quickly, I resumed my pose, although I could see from their hard stares that neither lady would forgive me for my momentary lapse of obedience. 

And then Lady Svetlana was pinching hard at my clitoris. I gasped and whimpered and rocked my hips and made pathetic sounds as Lady Svetlana continued to work her strong fingers on the delicate, pink flesh of my sex. My clitoris hardened and grew large and suddenly Lady Svetlana drove her fingers harshly and deep within my throbbing sex. Harder and harder she thrust her strong fingers inside of me and I was vaguely aware of the sound of a young woman screaming. 

I felt the jarring explosion of pleasure washing through my loins and spreading from abused my sex to my naked torso and thighs and breasts and it belatedly dawned upon me that I was the young woman who was screaming. 

And then, after a final indecent cry, my legs grew weak and I leaned forward onto Lady Svetlana for support and very nearly collapsed on the floor as my body was wrenched with a final, shattering orgasm. 

It was almost beyond belief that I should finally have had relief from the constant throbbing ache between my legs. It had been over three weeks since I had been permitted to have an orgasm and I had grown to believe that I should never experience the joys of sexual release the entire time I lived under Mistress Jarvinia's roof. I sobbed and shook uncontrollably as Lady Svetlana held my naked body in her arms. And yet I knew not if I sobbed due to the pain of being whipped or the shame of admitting my sexual deviance or due to the fact that the constant throbbing torment between my thighs had finally and unexpectedly ceased to trouble me. 

My poor, tender, naked breasts felt chafed and raw as they pressed firmly against the fabric of Lady Svetlana's gown, yet I had no strength to push away. Fortunately the alleviation of my sexual torment suffused my entire body with a feeling of calm and contentment. The pain in my poor, punished breasts was still effectively there, however I seemed not to be bothered by the throbbing sting that the whip had left behind. 

Lady Svetlana held me in her arms and forcefully grabbed my sorely punished buttocks with one hand. "Sweet Odilia, my sweet slave girl, my sweet princess, you are good to have finally admitted that you truly crave the stern hand of a woman to control you and pinch you and spank your buttocks," she whispered. 

"For now I shall certainly have to spank you, as you were ordered to stand with your hands clasped behind your neck, and you have failed to follow those orders." 

I had a thought to protest the unjustness of this punishment, and yet the life of a slave is by its very nature unfair. It suddenly seemed right that these women would be unfair and that I would be abused and mistreated by them. I was; after all; a slave. Was it not assumed from the very beginning that slaves were to be treated unfairly and denied the rights of free women? 

I then meekly submitted to Lady Svetlana's orders and soon she was seated in a wooden chair with me across her lap. My naked thighs felt the fabric of her fine gown and the palms of my hands felt the flat, wooden surface of Mistress Jarvinia's floor. My bottom was already reddened and sore from previous punishments, however I accepted Lady Svetlana's spirited punishment of my naked buttocks without complaint. 

This was partly as my recent orgasmic joy had left my entire body with a feeling of inexplicable invulnerability. Lady Svetlana's strong hand came down upon my sore, naked buttocks again and again, yet my body was suffused with an uncanny feeling of warmth and satisfaction and remarkably lessened the impact of the pain. 

I still whimpered and sobbed as Lady Svetlana punished my naked flesh, however it didn't seem as real as all of the previous punishments I had received from Mistress Jarvinia and Queen Eleanor and the lords and ladies at the castle. Somehow the pain didn't seem as tangible somehow. It was almost as if the pain were happening to some other unfortunate slave-girl. 

When my buttocks were reddened to her satisfaction, Lady Svetlana pushed me off of her lap and onto the floor. 

I lay there, naked on the floor, on my hands and knees, waiting for my next orders. My buttocks were stinging from my punishment, yet the stinging seemed somehow to be far away. My shoulders still shook as my body was racked with sobbing, and yet the joy and satisfaction of my recent orgasm had turned the pain into something else...something that I didn't have words to describe. 

I was deep in contemplation of this bewildering development, when Lady Svetlana barked out new orders. 

"Attend me, Slave," she called out, and I instantly raised my head and saw that she had removed her belt and her fine gown and that she had lifted up her shift so that her thighs and her pubic lips were blatantly exposed. 

Of course, Lady Svetlana had not shaved her sex and she had a significant amount of pubic hair to cover her loins, however her thighs were spread and her labia were moist and swollen and quite visible to anyone in the room. 

A lesser slave might have needed further instructions, however I understood that Lady Svetlana wished me to tend to use my mouth and tongue to lavish attention upon her sex and make certain that she attained an orgasm just as powerful as my own. 

I crawled naked across the floor and kissed Lady Svetlana's inner thighs, just to the left and right of her vagina and in appreciation of my attentions this aristocratic lady made odd, elated breathing sounds; almost cooing. 

I held onto the smooth flesh of Lady Svetlana's thighs and kissed the pink, swollen lips of her inner labia and tasted her secretions. Lady Svetlana's juices tasted very much like Gretel's, however I could never tell this arrogant, unforgiving lady that her sex tasted very much like the sex of a naked slave-girl. I would very likely be whipped for saying such a thing. 

In keeping with my training on how a slave should please a woman, I gently kissed Lady Svetlana's inner labia. Lady Svetlana made soft cooing sounds as I did this, however she soon reverted from soft cooing to panting and sharp inhalations of breath, I kissed harder and then separated her pubic lips with my tongue. 

Once my tongue was firmly inside her pink, warm, dripping sex, Lady Svetlana's breathing became rapid and urgent. Without being told, I removed my tongue from inside of her sex and sought out her swollen clitoris which was now remarkably visible and poking out of its hood. 

I trapped her hard swollen clitoris between my teeth and at first I sucked on her clitoris gently, however Lady Svetlana found her voice and ordered me to suck on it harder. 

Of course I obeyed. A naked slave does not disobey the orders of a free woman. Disobedience can only bring more spankings and whippings or even worse punishments. 

I sucked upon it with a fierceness that I would not have expected possible before this morn, however my own orgasm seemed to fill me with a sort of unexpected vigor and energy and I used that energy to lick and suck on Lady Svetlana's clitoris with astonishing results. The woman who had seemed so cold before now screamed and moaned and pushed my face into her sex and rocked her hips and eventually collapsed onto the floor, where she lay with her strong fingers entangled in my long, red hair, apparently not daring to release my head from her grasp. 

And as I knelt there, naked and with my face no more than a fingers width away from Lady Svetlana's sex, Mistress Jarvinia strode up behind me and placed one pointy-toed foot between my naked buttocks and made me whimper as she prodded my sensitive pubic lips and said, "I congratulate you, Slave. You are now one of us ...a confessed sodomite." 

I felt that I should be ashamed; however I strangely felt a degree of pride in that I know shared this sexual peculiarity with my mistress. I desired to have my most intimate and sensitive parts of my anatomy to be looked upon and roughly handled by another woman. Why would I be proud of such a thing? And what should I do about it? When I returned to my homeland, would I be able to find a woman who would be willing to abuse me and pinch me and smack my bare buttocks and probe my sex mercilessly with strong, capable fingers? 

It would be something to think upon often in the months to come as I served Mistress Jarvinia as her naked and much-abused slave.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 05



I soon came to discover that Hansel was Mistress Jarvinia's least favorite slave, and that he was tormented far worse than the Mistress tormented me.

For while I had learned to revel in the carnal pleasures of naked female flesh and savored the forbidden caress of a female tongue or female hands on my throbbing sex, Hansel had never become a sodomite and felt naught but shame when forced to take the erect penis of another naked slave into his mouth or anus. And it was for that reason that Mistress Jarvinia allowed inhabitants from the village to bring their male slaves into her household and forced poor Hansel to submit his naked body to their sexual needs.

Hansel was also bound and forced to watch whenever I was ordered to use my mouth to attend to Gretel's sexual needs. Hansel undoubtedly became sexually aroused watching his sister engage in naked, wanton acts with a naked female slave and it gave Mistress Jarvinia a great amount of sadistic glee to watch Hansel's embarrassment. He would have gladly switched places with me and Mistress Jarvinia made certain that Gretel knew it. I could only imagine the sort of damage this would do to Hansel's relationship with his sister when they both eventually gained their freedom.

I remember the first day Mistress Jarvinia subjected Hansel to this sort of fate. It was several weeks after I had been purchased at the auction and Gretel and I were led into a room I had never seen before and Hansel was already bound spread-eagle, his wrists and ankles tied to two vertical poles set approximately three feet apart. It was an uncomfortable pose to be bound in and Hansel already looked distressed before his sister and I came into the room.

I had no idea what fate was in sore for Hansel at that point in time, however I felt sorrow and pity for him. Hansel was a comely lad of nineteen winters with an adorable boyish face, a narrow waist, muscular thighs, firm buttocks, a flat, muscular belly, pink nipples and a proud cock that was impressive in length and girth. In my heart I wished for Mistress Jarvinia to show him some small degree of mercy and not be so cruel with him.

"Now, my pretty, red-haired slave-girl," Mistress Jarvinia said, addressing me, "I want you to kiss Hansel's sister and make certain that you're graceful and pleasant to watch. This is for my entertainment more than it is for your pleasure."

I had long since learned to appreciate the beauty of a slender, naked slave-girl and the smoothness of Gretel's naked skin. I kissed Gretel's soft, supple lips and wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and naked torso. I was slow and graceful and moved elegantly in an effort to please my mistress. When Gretel attempted to slip her firm, questing tongue into my mouth I parted my lips and allowed her entrance. 

"Yes, that's charming," said Mistress Jarvinia encouragingly. "You two make a handsome couple. Do you think so, Hansel? Now Gretel, lay your head softly on Odilia's shoulder and gently press your naked breasts in Odilia's"

Gretel rubbed her firm, swollen nipples against mine as she moved into position and pressed her naked breasts against my naked breasts. I could feel Gretel's heart beating in her chest as she pressed her torso so firmly into mine. I held her naked body tightly as we stood there in front of our audience and I heard Hansel moan softly.

"You like Gretel's breasts, don't you, Odilia?" I nodded my head in agreement, however that was apparently not enough. A heartbeat later I felt the sting of Mistress Jarvinia's leather strap on my already sore, naked buttocks. "Answer me!"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. And then I was ordered to place my hands on Gretel's round, firm breasts and to slowly trace every inch of her breasts and nipples with my fingers.

Gretel moaned as I gently fondled her breasts and traced slow circles across her areola with my fingertips. Gretel's nipples were warm and swollen and even pinker than her brother's, and as her skin became warmer they took on an almost reddish hue.

Gretel responded admirably to my hands. Her breathing became heavy and labored, her skin began to feel feverish and her lips parted as if she were expectant that something would be inserted into her mouth.

"Gretel," the mistress barked imperiously, "Kneel before Odilia! Do not touch her sex, but kiss her on her thighs and her belly!"

It was a form of torment that I had enduring many times before. My throbbing sex was wet and desperate for attention, but Gretel's lips would touch my naked flesh only in the surrounding areas. Her mouth repeatedly came near enough to my aching sex that I would feel her hot breath on my swollen pubic lips; however she would never actually make physical contact with it.

She nuzzled the smooth flesh of my belly and planted dozens of wet kisses on my thighs, gently brushing a few stands of her golden blonde hair across my swollen pubic lips, but never allowing her lips to touch them.

Eventually after much teasing and lavishing attention on my flat belly and bare thighs, Mistress Jarvinia permitted Gretel to touch my pulsing sex. I moaned and gasped as I gratefully accepted the warm human contact of Gretel's mouth and tongue against my palpitating loins. My breasts rose and fell as my breathing became labored, my hips squirmed and I could feel wonderful things happening as Gretel worked an exquisite sort of magic in between my widespread thighs.

I could feel an orgasm building inside the core of my being; however Gretel was slow to bring it to fruition. Her hot delicate tongue had licked at my sex leisurely and my desperate panting did nothing to hasten her in her task. Hansel's sister lapped my pubic lips in long, slow strokes and I gasped at the sweet sensations that resonated from my clitoris and radiated out through every inch of my young, naked, panting body.

I flinched as Gretel took my swollen, sensitive clitoris, freed it from its hood and trapped it between her teeth. Gretel was cautious and methodical and did not bite down painfully on my swollen nub but rather nibbled at it, sucked at it and licked at it with a fierceness that made me gasp astonishingly loud. The adorable naked slave girl then stabbed her tongue deeply into my most secret place, filling me with her tongue, and then took my clitoris in between her teeth again and sucked upon it gloriously. Gretel knew how to worship at the sacred center of my womanhood and my breathing became even more labored as Gretel sucked upon my hard, swollen clitoris with demonic abandon.

Hansel moaned in torment as he was forced to watch his sister bring me to a stunning, mindless, white hot, searing orgasm. I moaned and panted as a staggering climax erupted inside of me and wave after powerful wave emanated from my sex and spread across my entire body, causing my thighs to tremble and my unsteady legs to very nearly fail to support my weight.

I was still panting, but sated and suffused with a blissful feeling of contentment when Mistress Jarvinia spoke up.

"Hansel, is your sister not adorable? Why do you turn away? Do you not find her naked body to be well-formed and inviting?" she asked and I saw that Hansel was silently weeping and his arms and legs trembled violently. Despite his obvious distress his cock was erect, curving sharply upwards from his scrotum, very red now and engorged with blood.

Mistress Jarvinia drew closer to Hansel's defenseless nude form and touched his swollen, erect organ with her thumb and forefinger. Hansel whimpered and attempted to draw back, but was helpless to move.

Mistress Jarvinia pinched the foreskin of Hansel's cock and then measured the girth of it, barely able to encircle the cock with her thumb and forefinger.

"Hansel you shameless child," she admonished, "Your organ grew even harder and more erect as you watched your sister use her mouth to pleasure my slave. Are you truly so wanton that you want to fondle your own sister's breasts and feel your own sister's mouth upon your cock?"

Hansel blushed crimson and his lower lips trembled, however he was unable to answer the question. Mistress Jarvinia refused to accept silence from him and instead struck him with a leather strap across his swollen cock, clearing frightening him out of his silence.

"Mistress!" he gasped.

Mistress Jarvinia did not repeat the question. She merely took her leather strap and continued to whip the poor, frightened naked boy across his firm flat belly, his chest and his pink nipples.

"Yes Mistress," Hansel finally cried out at long last, "I fervently lust after my sister's naked body. I would gladly trade places with Odilia and fondle my sister's breasts and have my sister's mouth on my swollen erect cock! I would gladly allow my sister's mouth to bring me to orgasm!"

Mistress Jarvinia smiled at this and stopped whipping Hansel's naked body.

"What do you think of that, Gretel?" Mistress Jarvinia asked. "Your shameful brother lusts after your naked body. He desires to fondle your breasts and have your mouth envelope his swollen, rigid organ. Doesn't such a scandalous confession bring shame and ignominy onto Hansel's name?"

"Yes Mistress," Gretel responded, still kneeling at my feet, her face still mere inches away from my moist pubic lips.

"Hansel, you are such a shameful boy, lusting after your sister like that. Of course you shall have to be punished for your lewd, lecherous thoughts."

Then Mistress Jarvinia handed the leather strap to Gretel with the instructions that she should beat Hansel with it, and not stop until his buttocks were very red, but not quite welted.

I watched Hansel's tears come in a flood as his sister beat his naked buttocks. It was of a certainty quite a painful spanking; however I think Hansel wept more from the humiliation than from the pain that was being inflicted on his firm buttocks and the backs of his muscular thighs.

I didn't believe in my heart that Hansel was shameful or ignoble. He was merely the victim of Mistress Jarvinia, who constantly surrounded him with naked slave-girls, but forbade him any sort of sexual release. His organ was rigid constantly, whether his sister was near or far. He was merely a victim of the sexual torments that Mistress Jarvinia had inflicted upon him.

And when Lord Christopher would travel to Mistress Jarvinia's home he would bring his two slaves Clément and Patrice. Clément and Patrice were young, very handsome and well endowed. Their rigid organs were even more impressive in size than Hansel's. Despite their imposing girth, poor Hansel was forced to take their hard, erect organs into his mouth and anus. Poor Hansel would groan and whimper on these occasions, however neither Lord Christopher not Mistress Jarvinia took any pity on him.

Clément and Patrice might have shown more sympathy for Hansel's plight; after all being slaves themselves they understood what it meant to be naked and helpless; however Lord Christopher subjected them to near constant sexual torment in his own home and the only sexual release for their starved and aching cocks was when they were ordered to make use of Hansel.

Hansel always looked distraught and frightened whenever Lord Christopher brought his slaves to Mistress Jarvinia's home. Either Mistress Jarvinia or Lord Christopher would order Hansel to spread his legs apart to the utmost distance and then one of them would thoroughly lubricate Hansel's anus with some sort of cream from a glass jar and then poor, miserable Hansel would be made to kneel before Clément and Patrice and take their organs into his mouth and get them as erect as possible. I have rarely seen organs of such size before and I was astonished that Hansel could accept something so impressively broad and immense into his young mouth.

The two young male slaves would never allow their juices to flood into Hansel's mouth, but would only use Hansel's mouth to get their organs fully erect. It was always inside Hansel's poor anus that their cocks would explode into wet, white hot, mindless ecstasy.

Poor Hansel was always ordered to position himself in the most vulnerable positions while his tiny orifice was being violated. On many occasions I saw Hansel trembling while waiting to be impaled on Clément's cock, standing with his legs well apart, his exquisite buttocks thrust out as Hansel leaned forward with his arms above his head and his hands pressed up against the wall. He always looked fearful of Clément's swollen, erect penis, however he never cried out for mercy or attempted to protect his anus from being impaled.

Twice I saw Hansel bent over, his buttocks and anus quite vulnerable as his neck and wrists were locked in the pillory, whilst Patrice and Clément took up position behind him while Mistress Jarvinia watched. 

On another occasion I saw Hansel tied to the whipping post while waiting to be ravished by Patrice and Clément. He looked miserable; bound to the whipping post while awaiting his fate; but no less helpless than when he was standing with his hands up against the wall waiting for his tight anus to be speared by Clément's and Patrice's massive, erect organs.

And yet, despite the great amount of commiseration I felt for Hansel in his time of imposing misfortune, I could not deny that he was at his most alluring and beauteous when he was being cruelly abused. When Hansel struggled to endure these torments and trembled and whimpered and tears wetted his face, he seemed far more beatific than when he merely stood at rest. Somehow his suffering made him more splendid, more sublime.

Of course, as Mistress Jarvinia's slave-girl I had little time to attend Hansel in his hours of distress. Quite often in Mistress Jarvinia's house I was set to menial tasks and could only observe Hansel's humiliations while toiling at scrubbing, fetching, sweeping or other chores that it had been deemed proper that I should toil.

And every night when the sky darkens Mistress Jarvinia herds us on our hands and knees into the Room of Dreams. As is her custom, Mistress Jarvinia makes me lie upon the floor in a vulnerable position with my arms and legs splayed out before she ties my wrists and ankles to iron rings in the floor. And of course every night she reaches between my legs and clasps my sex, agitating my pubic lips until they swell and enlarge and my sex throbs uncomfortably with need.

However she has recently begun a new practice and after I am helplessly tied spread-eagle on her floor, she orders Gretel to lie upon my naked body. Then Gretel's wrists and ankles are tied to the same iron rings as mine. As a result I spend the entire night with Gretel's naked breasts pressed against mine and Gretel's naked thighs pressed against mine; she could not draw a breath without me feeling her take air into her lungs. It was agonizingly frustrating, her soft, warm, alluring, naked flesh was touching mine, but I could do naught bring either one of us to orgasm.

Between my widespread legs, my sex pulsed and throbbed with need; however I could not touch myself or even rub my naked body against Gretel's.

Along with this new custom, Mistress Jarvinia began to tie Hansel standing upright with his ankles and wrists tied to two vertical poles that were made or iron. The first night our Mistress tied Hansel this way, she made certain to point out the fact that Hansel had an excellent view of his sister's exquisite naked buttocks. 

Looking down upon his naked sister's body I was certain that Hansel could also see the pink petals of Gretel's sex between her widespread legs. Then Mistress Jarvinia tortured poor Hansel, pinching the delicate foreskin of his cock and admonishing him for lusting after his sister's naked body.

Poor Hansel was tormented even further as Mistress Jarvinia produced a large phallus that she declared Hansel would have to endure in his maltreated anus until sunrise. Hansel groaned at this; however Mistress Jarvinia ignored Hansel's distress opened his anus with her fingers and smoothed some sort of thick, greasy substance into his tight orifice.

"As long as you are in my house," she said to Hansel, "you shall always know what it means to be mounted on a phallus or a man's cock." Mistress Jarvinia took the enormous phallus and slid it into Hansel's anus, impaling him and causing him to gasp and blush with shame.

There were no straps or ropes to secure the phallus inside Hansel's delicate orifice, however Mistress Jarvinia assured Hansel it would stay there the entire night. We understood the meaning of her words, Mistress Jarvinia was a witch and she could work spells and defy natural laws. Lady Svetlana had imparted to me the knowledge that Mistress Jarvinia was well over one-hundred years old, yet as long as she remained within the walls of this house, she had the youthful energy and beauty of a young maiden.

Hansel remained impaled upon the massive phallus even though there was nothing to hold it in place. Our Mistress reached between Hansel's widespread legs and lifted Hansel's balls, massaging them gently, although Hansel gasped at her gentle touch.

"But this is so terrible," I thought, "that he must spend the night in this misery." Hansel's legs were bound wide apart, his anus cruelly raped and our Mistress mocked him with the obvious attraction he had for the nude body of his sister.

And when Mistress Jarvinia left the room and left her slaves in darkness, I could hear Hansel sobbing softly.

In the darkness I could feel Gretel's naked body stir on top of me, her naked breasts flattening my own, "You can endure this, Hansel," I heard her say to her brother. "Our service to Queen Eleanor is not forever. At some point Mistress Jarvinia shall have to set us free and her mistreatment of you shall be at an end."

At first Gretel's kind words were met with silence, but finally we could hear Hansel's voice in the darkness, choked with misery, "And when I return to our homeland, how shall I manage when I confront our people? What hope shall I ever have for pride and dignity after having been so molested? My countrymen surely shall not accept my leadership or follow my decrees when they hear of the indignities that I have suffered in Mistress Jarvinia's home."

There was great torment in Hansel's voice and silence reigned in the dark for several minutes, finally Maleen's voice broke the stillness and said, "Why must the people know of your being molested; have any of your countrymen seen you naked on the auction block or bent over and molested while locked in a pillory?"

"No," Hansel replied almost immediately. "Gretel has seen my shame, however all the other spectators have been countrymen of Queen Eleanor or countrymen from other foreign lands."

"Well, you and Gretel certainly need not tell your countrymen of the indignities you've suffered here. You can explain your absence in any manner you choose. Explain to your countrymen that you and Gretel had gone off to Jerusalem to fight in the Pope's crusade against the heretics."

"Woman are not sent to fight in the crusades," Hansel replied, "And there has not been any crusade during my lifetime."

An idea struck me and I craned my head so that I was facing the direction of Hansel's voice, "Tell your people that you and Gretel were captured by a witch; that much is true anyway. You need not tell your people that she stripped you and your sister naked and that you were both sexually tormented."

"In truth I had not thought of that," Hansel said. "The vassals and the peasants know little of what happens beyond our borders. Nearly everything they know of the world is what they we tell them."

"You could tell them of your heroic escape," I suggested. "Perhaps you and your sister slew the witch, escaped from captivity and made your way through the dark and perilous woods and then returned to your own kingdom."





The Story of Odilia Ch. 05



Hansel took solace in my suggestion and soon I drifted off to sleep.

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I was naked and my wrists were crossed and tightly bound behind my back. I was standing in a green field and a sudden cool breeze felt unpleasant on my sensitive pubic lips and erect, swollen nipples. I could not remember how I had gotten there. Was I an escaped slave? From where had I escaped? What direction should I be walking in order to reach freedom?

The sun was setting and I it was essential I make a decision quickly. I chose a direction at random and walked quickly. I tried to avoid the forest, however I soon discovered there was little else in the area. It was frightening walking naked through the forest. I couldn't see much and there were sounds all around me, from the moaning of the wind in the trees to the rustle of small animals in the brush.

Unseen things were constantly touching my naked skin; tree branches, spiderwebs, leaves, brush, sometimes smacking quite painfully into my thighs or my defenseless breasts, I longed to use my hands to protect them, however they were helplessly bound behind me.

I had to walk slowly, barefoot and without hands it was difficult to keep my balance as the ground shifted and changed constantly, forcing me to readjust my footing. Stones, ground-hugging vines, thorns, branches and roots were all mighty challenges for a naked and barefoot slave-girl to negotiate.

I made my way cautiously uphill, startling a small animal in the dark, it might have been a canny fox or a terrified rabbit, but in the darkness of the forest I could see little.

 Eventually I discovered a grassy clearing and was pleased that without the trunks and branches of the trees to act as in impediment, the light of the full moon illuminated my footsteps.

As my eyes adjusted to the silvery light of the moon I discovered I wasn't alone. There was a young man and a young woman, both naked and on display, heads bowed and tied spread-eagle to vertical poles. The young man's organ was hard and erect and in the moonlight it seemed as if the young woman's sex was mercilessly exposed and glistening with moisture.

I approached them both cautiously and noted that both of the naked captives were quite beautiful in their own ways. They both had exquisite buttocks and fine, firm thighs. The girl had firm, round breasts and the boy was slim yet able-bodied.

As I grew closer I noted that both the male captive and the unfortunate female had painful-looking welts upon their thighs and buttocks, and then suddenly it seemed that I knew these two unfortunate nude captives.

The girl raised her head and suddenly I knew that her name was Gretel. She was an escaped slave, just as I was. "Oh Odilia, you must run," she cautioned me. "If you are found here, you will be captured just like Hansel and I! If you head north there's a river! If you follow that you should be able to eventually make it across the border. I'm not certain what you'll find on the other side, but you shall no longer be in the land of Queen Eleanor."

I considered Gretel's words, but at long last chose not to heed her advice. I did not believe that a naked girl with bare feet and bound hands could reach the river on her own, and if I could, what then? I had no idea how to reach my own kingdom from that point. I decided then and there that I would allow myself to be captured and returned to Mistress Jarvinia's cruel ownership.

I looked down at my own naked body and felt a powerful throbbing in my breasts and a terrible insistent pulsing between my legs. Yes, even after being thrashed and whipped by errant tree branches and stinging nettles my sex was maddening me still.

It occurred to me that Gretel's exposed moist sex and Hansel's rigid organ were certainly maddening them as well. I could not free Gretel or her brother with my hands bound as they were, however I could make certain that Gretel and her brother would not spend the night in horrible sexual misery.

I would surely be whipped for this, however I sank down to my knees and knelt there in the cool grass and positioned myself so that my face was level with Gretel's exposed, swollen labia.

I smelled her womanly juices before I tasted them, which made me wonder how long she had been in sexual torment. "Odilia, what are you doing?" Gretel asked. "You must flee!"

I ignored Gretel's concerns for my welfare and stared at her swollen, unfurled labia, glistening with her juices and her hard, swollen clitoris. I slid my tongue across the flesh between her anus and her adorable, shaved labia, causing her to stop talking and she began whimpering instead. She squirmed in her bondage as I dragged my tongue across the furrow between her moist pubic lips and then across the underside of her prominent clitoris.

I started to lap away at her sex like a cat at licking at cream, causing Gretel to moan and pant. She was now well beyond words. She moaned, whimpered and panted, but did not speak. I do not know how long I knelt there licking at Gretel's wet, pulsing sex, however at some point Gretel's breathing became louder and more labored. Gretel's squirming intensified and at one point the naked slave-girl thrust her pelvis into my face as much as her bondage would allow.

Finally Gretel wailed and tensed as an intense orgasm ripped through her young, naked bound body. She shuddered as more hot juices leaked out of her pink sex and I licked them all up as best I was able. Gretel moaned and whispered my name over and over again; however I had no real time to revel in the moment. I kissed Gretel lovingly on her thigh and crawled on my knees over to Hansel.

Poor Hansel moaned as I approached and didn't speak to me of escaping. I think he knew that escape was hopeless and he was in far more sexual torment than either Gretel or I. On my knees before Hansel's erect organ I wondered briefly if I could take him in my mouth. On my third attempt I managed to cover Hansel's large, erect with my mouth and began to suck on it. Hansel gave a little moan and squirmed as I ravaged his organ. I was very nearly choking as Hansel's hard, swollen cock filled my mouth; however I intended to endure no matter how difficult this labor was. My jaw was aching; however I could tell from Hansel's moans that he was near the climax of his passion.

Suddenly Hansel's hot juices flooded into my mouth, they spurted down my throat and down my chin. It seemed that there was no end to his fluids. Hansel's saliva-covered organ slipped out of my mouth and his naked, bound body shuddered with one protracted groan after another until finally at long last he lay still.

I noted with some degree of interest that Hansel's juices tasted very much like his sister's. I allowed myself some time to consider that, but soon I heard the sounds of an approaching searching party. I had escaped from Mistress Jarvinia and no doubt she had offered to pay a sizable sum for my return. When I saw the loyal peasants approaching I stood and attempted to run. I knew it was a fruitless venture; however my legs seemed to act of their own accord.

In almost no time and slender peasant youth caught up with me and caught me by the thigh and pulled me towards him. Then a female peasant of size grabbed me by the torso and pulled me away from him but not before he had slipped his hand over my wet sex.

The peasant woman had strong limbs and calloused hands and held me tightly around the waist with her left arm and painfully squeezed my naked breast with her right hand. I squealed in pain and outrage all the while squirming in the peasant woman's arms.

Another peasant woman with a long leather strap bellowed, "Bend her over! The little upstart needs to learn what happens to runaway slaves!"

The first peasant woman pushed me down on my knees and bent me over easily, and almost instantly my naked buttocks had been turned into an inviting target. "Oh, my buttocks and thighs are so sore already," I whimpered so softly I doubted any of the coarse peasant-folk heard me.

Unseen hands and booted feet forced and knees wide apart. Then I screamed in shock and pain as the woman's leather strap lashed me between the legs, stinging my bulging pubis. The violation and affront to my womanhood was almost unspeakable. I screamed both in pain and at the enormity of this profane act. Then came another hard slap to my pubic lips and fresh tears spilled down my face and onto the weeds and grass below. "Lift those privileged hips up higher!" came the command from the mouth of a male peasant and suddenly rough hands were upon my naked body, thrusting my bottom up high, my down low and my breasts pressed against the wild, nettlesome weeds on the ground.

Oh, why had I ignored Gretel's advice? Why did I choose to stay when I could have run? While these turbulent thoughts churned in my head the strap licked at my delicate sex again and I sobbed at the pain and at the injustice of being abused in this fashion. Much to my horror a strong finger thrust its way rudely into my much-abused sex and I heard a female voice loudly proclaim, "The haughty girl is enjoying her time with the strap!"

There was a raucous laughter at this announcement and then some uncouth woman called out to me, "Is it the being strapped that you enjoy?" Or is it being naked and having crowds of us here to look at your most secret parts?"

I had no answer for the cruel, lowborn woman and indeed she did not wait for one. An instant later the strap smacked my sensitive little mound again, the leather stinging the clitoris and swollen pubic lips.
I cried in pain and indignation as the wicked peasant woman applied the strap harder and harder against my slick lips, and then..........

I blinked and saw Gretel's angelic face above me.

I was bound spread-eagle in the room of dreams, just as Mistress Jarvinia had left me, with Gretel's naked body pressed against mine. I sighed in relief that it had all been just a dream and that my perfect, pink sex had not been cruelly whipped.

I kissed Gretel without even giving any thought to my actions and wondered how long it would be before out mistress untied us.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 06



"I had thought that we would never be sent to the place of public punishment," Gretel whispered, fear in her eyes as we were herded toward the very dread place that she spoke of, "Mistress Jarvinia has never sent any of her slaves to that place."

The smack of the paddle caught Gretel on her naked buttocks and the girl who was wielding it admonished my naked cohort, "Slaves do not need to speak!" 

She was a village girl that Mistress Jarvinia had hired for eleven pence bring us to the place of public punishment. The girl was low-born and illiterate, however she wore skirts and boots and aprons and held a leather paddle in her hand, thus she outranked the naked, barefoot slaves that she was herding through the woods and into the village to be punished. 

Mistress Jarvinia had been outraged and Gretel, Hansel and even I for behavior we had engaged in while asleep. Apparently our mistress has the ability to view the actions we take in our dreams and as we dreamt of escaping, we were to be punished as if we had truly attempted to escape from her house. 

"This is too bitter," I thought as the common girl herded me with occasional cracks of the paddle against my bare buttocks and thighs. "We would never truly attempt to escape! How cruel it is that we are to be punished for something we did in a dream?" 

The cobblestone of the village lanes felt different underneath my bare feet than the soft grassy ground of the open fields; or the rough tree roots of the forest; however the girl with the paddle didn't seem to notice. She steered us to our destination with the same haste, no matter what sort of surface we trod on. 

When we reached the village it seemed that hundreds of eyes were upon me. Women in their fancy white aprons and wooden shoes, and the men in their rawhide boots and leather jerkins all stared with open interest at my naked sex and defenseless, quivering breasts as the cruel girl made us run through the lanes to our destination. 

The girl with the paddle marched us through yet another street and saw that the naked slave-girls being escorted by other watchpersons were forced to walk with their arms folded behind their backs, forcing their breasts out awkwardly, making the princesses seem more vulnerable. 

Apparently inspired by this, our overseer cracked her paddle against our sore buttocks and called out, 

"At a trot, with heads up, arms behind your backs! Thrust those pretty breasts forward so that all of the people shall have a good look!" 

My breasts jutted forward awkwardly in this position and seemed to ache as the village girl forced us to march all the faster. 

"The Place of Public Punishment," the girl announced as we finally reached the crowded square, filled with tormented, naked slaves and common men and women, eager to abuse and discipline us and cause us to sob in despair, pain and humiliation. 

"It is exactly what rebellious slaves like you deserve," the girl continued and she reached for one of my throbbing nipples, so prominently displayed as my breasts jutted forward in the awkward posture I'd been ordered to hold. The cruel girl then pinched and tugged on the poor, little pink nub. 

She similarly took hold of one of Gretel's nipples and we both gasped as we were led over to a row of pillories in a nearby clearing. 

Two unfortunate princesses were already bent over and trapped in the horrid devices, however there were plenty of empty pillories available. Gretel and I were each compelled to stand in front of one and bend over at the waist and stand with our legs indecently far apart and place our necks and wrists into the awaiting half circles and await our fate. 

I looked over at Gretel's nearby, terrified face as an upper yoke came down with a loud thump to hold her helplessly in place. I could not fail to notice how vulnerable her moist sex and naked buttocks were while she was bent over in this position. The poor girl's sex and buttocks were utterly unprotected and available to any kind of abuse that the vicious local could devise. Within scant seconds, an almost identical board came down, trapping my wrists and head in a pillory as well. 

I waved at her and felt my face heat up with shame at how flagrantly my sex and anus must be exposed to these lowborn villagers and on the heels of that thought a crowd closed around Gretel's helpless nudity as well as my own. 

"Very pretty princess," I heard one female voice say, "I suspect she thinks that she's better than us." 

I groaned as my exposed anus was stroked and a dark-haired girl came to kneel in front of me. She was about my age, yet her velvet bodice and white linin blouse made me feel as if she were my elder. In my exposed, vulnerable state, every clothed person seemed superior to me. 

The dark haired girl kissed me fiercely and I could do nothing to turn her away. And while my mouth was gagged by the passionate kisses of this lowborn girl, the unseen girl that had been playing with my anus began to cruelly tease my open sex, stroking it with her fingers and causing me to moan into the mouth of the other girl. 

While the dark-haired girl continued to kiss me and forced her tongue into my mouth, I heard the sounds of girlish laughter behind me and it seemed as if a variety of female hands were taking turns at idly stroking and teasing my exposed pubis. 

My legs trembled and I continued to moan into the mouth of this female, feeling the throbbing in my sex reach a fever pitch. And just when it seemed that a much-needed climax was imminent, I felt cruel fingers pinch my swollen, sensitive pubic lips. I squirmed and yelped in pain. It was a wicked place to pinch a girl; however the girl who had possession of my sex was not concerned with being kind to me. 

"That made her jump," one female voice behind me declared. 

"Don't forget the other side," another female voice suggested, and soon I felt another sharp pain as the swollen, sensitive folds of my labia were pinched in a different location. 

Hopeless tears were flowing down my face as some unknown wicked girl cruelly pinched the inner and outer folds of my vulva. I sobbed and vainly wagged my hips in an attempt to evade the cruel fingers that tortured me so. The desire to break free and cover my poor abused sex was irresistible and yet impossible. And then those cruel fingers found my hardened, aching clitoris and pinched hard at it. A long whimpering wail erupted from my mouth and I rocked my hips, however the cruel fingers abusing my clitoris did not let go. 

"Libidinous wench," one of the wicked girls taunted me, "This is what you deserve!" 

As my sex was cruelly abused other girls could be heard to taunt me as well, calling me "wanton" and "impure" and "debauched". I wept from the offensive words as much as from the painful assault on my poor labia. 

The dark-haired girl stroked my wet cheek and kissed me on the forehead and whispered, "Princess, your pain and your distress makes you all the more beautiful." 

She then stood and left me alone with my laughing tormenters, heading in the direction of the maypole. 

There was much girlish laughter as the wicked girls continued to abuse my tender, swollen sex, but eventually the wicked village-girls discovered a slender, young prince with his arms bound behind his back, being led to the whipping posts. At that juncture the girls ceased pinching my poor, aching labia and followed the unfortunate prince, laughing all the while as they walked away. 

Those village-girls left, however new tormentors soon arrived to attend to my bound nude figure. "What perfect buttocks this one has," I heard a young male say as a crowd gathered behind me. 

"Almost flawless," commented another, "Very few marks though. We should attend to that oversight." 

The one who suggested that my naked bottom was not marked enough sounded as if he were the leader of the crowd. Soon his disciples were pleading for permission to be the ones who would be allowed to punish my poor buttocks. 

It sounded as if permission was given to an adherent named Frieda. She was given a leather strap and the rest of the crowd made loud sounds of disappointment. 

I could not see the face of the ruffian who spanked my bare buttocks, however I soon felt the terrible stinging blows and flinched and writhed and cried underneath the strap and tears flowed down my face as I cried in misery. 

The cruel spanking went on and on, the crowd urging Frieda to hit me again and again, to truly redden my skin and make me wail in pain. 

At one point, the stinging blows stopped and an unseen hand was laid on my punished skin, causing me to gasp and whimper. 

"It's not enough," I heard an authoritative voice say, and then suddenly the leather strap was cracking down on my poor, tender bottom once again. The sobs poured out of me as the girl once again flailed my defenseless naked buttocks. And then the strap began to lick at my bare thighs, causing me to squirm, bounce, kick and stamp my bare feet against the ground, providing great entertainment for Frieda and her cohorts. 

"The little naked princess is a delight to punish," said one of the enthusiastic voices. "However we should really not neglect that sweet, pink cleft between her legs." 

I was filled with panic and dismay at this announcement, however there was nothing I could do to protect my swollen sex. Nothing! I was locked helplessly in the pillory and could do nothing to defend my loins. With great tension I braced myself for the horrible pain of having my sensitive throbbing sex strapped. 

The leather strap cut swiftly into the softness between my legs. I let out a cry of agony. To be lashed by a cruel strip of leather on my delicate sex was a pain beyond words. I had time to shudder and sob and then came another hard slap to my pubic lips and fresh tears spilled down my face. 

"Is that what you want, little princess?" called out one of the mocking voices from the crowd. The stinging leather cut between my legs again and again and I sobbed at the pain and at the injustice of being abused in this fashion. 

There was a raucous laughter in response to my sobbing and my wails of pain, however the stinging blows did not stop. As I stamped my bare feet and howled in anguish, the strap smacked my sensitive little mound again, the leather stinging my clitoris and swollen pubic lips. 

The girl had no mercy and continued to whip my poor, aching sex until I felt certain I should lose consciousness, however when the cruel girl finally desisted I was still painfully awake and aware. My pubic lips were raw and a riot of pain, however I did not drift into oblivion, but rather remained in constant, intimate misery. 

Gretel and I listened to each other's sobs until the cruel girl that escorted us to the place of public punishment returned. I felt her forceful fingers pushed deep within my throbbing sex, causing me to whimper. 

"Our impertinent slave seems to be enjoying her first visit to the place of public punishment," the wicked girl said from in between my legs. "Perhaps your mistress will send you here more often." 

I began to sob once again at her narration and the girl's strong fingers probed deeply into my intimate orifice, cruelly stimulating my lust and causing my sex to throb with an even greater intensity. Surely, I thought the girl would probe my needy sex until I reached the orgasm I so desperately desired, however the girl removed her fingers from my vagina and released Gretel and I from the wooden bondage of the pillories. 

"Arms behind your backs," the girl admonished us and Gretel and I placed our arms firmly behind our backs and thrust our breasts forward, making them defenseless targets for whatever cruelties this girl had a mind to inflict upon them. 

She marched us briskly to the whipping posts, causing both Gretel and I to groan in despair. We had both been abused so cruelly already, the whipping posts seemed to be far too much an injustice to add to our already burdensome woes. 

There were sixteen whipping posts in area Gretel and I had been led to. I stared in fear and trepidation as eleven naked princesses of magnificent beauty and five naked, exquisite princes bound to sixteen wooden vertical posts, screamed, struggled, flinched and sobbed through their unjust punishments. It was frightening to watch as cruel leather whips turned these men and women's perfect smooth skin an angry pink or red color. Some of the female slaves had bruises and welts before their cruel punishment was over. 

However it was also arousing. Never in my memory had I beheld so many enticing, bewitching, naked females in one place before. And they were forced to stand in a position with their arms over their heads, showing off their round breasts and smooth stomachs to their best advantage. I could definitely understand why the common people would flock to this place and abuse the poor naked princesses and the poor naked princes as well. Both were a delight to gaze upon. 

I eventually spied Hansel bound to one of the whipping posts. I stared at his exquisite buttocks and thighs. There were obvious welts on them and little patches that seemed much redder than the rest, and his beautiful face was stained with tears. 

Young men or young women, all of the stunningly beautiful, naked penitents sobbed quietly, beautiful thighs and buttocks cruelly marked by the whip, their naked bodies shuddering and trembling as they waited for their torments to come to an end. 

"Oh, poor Hansel," I cried out upon seeing his abused, naked flesh. "He looks so miserable and ill-treated." My overseer did not approve of my exclamation and she admonished me, "Slaves have no voice!" 

And to make certain that I remembered to remain silent, she swung her leather strap and painfully smacked each of my defenseless, throbbing breasts. 

When Hansel was unshackled, he was brought forward and made to stand before our overseer. "You were not so badly used," she said to Hansel as she examined the marks on his naked flesh. "I have seen princes who have endured far worse." 

Then to my horror and indignation, l was made to bend over at the waist and place my hands flat upon the ground. It was a precarious position and one that made it difficult for me to maintain my balance. I spread my legs quite far apart in an effort to reduce the risk of me falling over, the muscles in the backs of my legs were painfully stretched and I was humiliated at the thought of how wantonly I was exposing my moist sex and my anus for this cruel girl. 

"The people of this village pay for the privilege of punishing pretty princesses like you," the cruel girl told me as she grabbed my sore buttocks and pried them apart, "And this is how pretty princesses take home the coins they have earned." 

As she said this, the girl thrust two thick fingers into my anus and poured a greasy liquid into my tight anal cavity. I gasped as her fingers probed deep inside of my delicate anus and explored my interior. Then I whimpered pitifully as she pried me open to the widest aperture she could manage. 

"This is a bag of coins," the girl said as something thicker than her fingers was forced with great effort into my tight anus. "It is to remain inside of your pretty little orifice until you are returned to your mistress. Should it fall out, you shall be sorely punished for it." 

I was suffused with shame at the prospect of walking through the village and through miles of forested woodlands with a bag of coins lodged in an unspeakable place inside of me, however I noticed with a certain degree of camaraderie that Gretel and Hansel were soon suffering an identical humiliating fate. 

The girl cradled Hansel's scrotum and stroked the shaft of his cock until his organ was even more swollen and erect than before. Hansel whimpered at the unwanted attention, but did not voice any complaints, not even when the wicked girl painfully pinched the tip of his penis. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Gretel, Hansel and I returned from the Place of Public Punishment a strong-limbed woman in modest clothing met us at Mistress Jarvinia's door. We three naked slaves stopped and stared at the unexpected intruder. 

"Impertinent slaves may not enter the Mistress's house until they have been washed," she informed us. I had never seen this woman before and I hesitated, my cohort slaves were uncertain as well. 

"My name is Elena. Mistress Lockley hired me from the village no more than an hour ago," the crude woman explained. "I work for her from this day forward. If you hesitate to obey me you'll be punished, now follow me to the side of the house! " 

No longer was the wooden hogshead tub within Mistress Jarvinia's home, but rather on the grassy lawn just outside. I wondered briefly how it had been moved so quickly, however I was quickly shaken from my reverie as the strong-limbed village girl dragged me to the tub and took me by the hair with one hand and grabbed me by the thigh with the other and forced me into the water. 

"Get those lovely legs apart, Princess," the village-girl barked at me and forced me to bend over. Then 

with lightning quickness the girl reached between my buttocks and rudely slid the bag of coins out from my tight anus, leaving me to gasp at the forceful expulsions. 

The village girl was rough and uncaring and scrubbed my naked flesh as if it were the surface of some piece of wooden furniture. I whimpered as the girl's brush scrubbed between my legs, creating a biting pain in my already tender pubis. And tears formed in my eyes as harsh bristles ground at my welts and bruises. 

"Hands behind the back of your neck, pretty princess," the girl ordered me and began to scrub roughly at my poor, aching breasts, swollen nipples and under my arms. The cold, cruel girl scrubbed fast and roughly, flushing out my sore vagina with wine mixed in water. She also scrubbed my poor, aching buttocks and thighs. 

Despite the fact that the girl had scrubbed my pubic lips once before, she ordered me to spread my legs obscenely wide while Hansel and Gretel watched and she lathered, scrubbed and rinsed my poor aching pubic lips again. Hansel and Gretel looked horrified as they watched my fate, knowing they would soon suffer the same miserable fate that I was forced to suffer. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

"Did you enjoy your time at the place of public punishment?" Mistress Jarvinia asked in a mocking tone. 

Tears welled up in my eyes and I attempted to answer her question, however my throat felt tight and constricted and no words would come out. My mistress seemed not to notice my silence and said, "Betray me again in any way large or small and I shall send you back there for an entire day. Insolent, disobedient slaves soon learn humility at the hands of the crowds. I've seen it happen before." 

I was kneeling before my mistress with painful marks upon my naked skin and my sex was throbbing worse than before, and my round breasts were aching with pain from that girl's leather strap. When Mistress Jarvinia gently touched the tip of her boot to my aching sex I whimpered in pain and tears welled up in my eyes. Mistress Jarvinia seemed quite pleased with that. 

"The girl who escorted you to the place of public punishments is named Darina," Mistress Jarvinia explained to me. "She has requested my permission to violate your naked body. She is quite impressed with your tight little sex and those breasts. I have told her that she may do as she wishes with that naked body of yours. Wait for her in the next room." 

The next room was lit with candles and mirrors were placed on every side, reflecting my defenseless and defeated nudity back to me no matter which way I turned. I crawled into this room and was told to kneel with my knees far apart and my hands firmly gripped behind the back of my neck with my elbows placed far back and my breasts thrust forward. 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 06



"Yes, that's the way a slave should wait for her admirers. Do not move from that spot!" 

I maintained my very vulnerable position, my swollen pubic lips very much on view and I groaned as the hunger in my sex became more acute, my feelings of helplessness and vulnerability feeding my feelings of arousal. I desperately wanted to reach between my legs and touch my throbbing sex; however I would be severely punished for such a disobedient act. 

I do not know how long I remained kneeling like that; however no matter which way I turned there was a mirror that reflected back to me the image of a naked, submissive girl who was open and available to any clothed person who set foot in this household. Every time I looked the naked girl seemed frightened yet aroused. Her labia were pink and exposed and prominent and slick with her own juices. Also her nipples were swollen and erect and seemed to be pleading for attention. And even when I closed my eyes, I could not deny that my sex throbbed with great intensity. I attempted to ignore the throbbing need between my widespread thighs; however I had no control over my own licentiousness. The wanton needs of my body were stronger than any type of will I could attempt to muster against them, and I was panting and miserable with lust by the time Darina strode into the room. 

"My pretty little princess," Darina greeted me, "Mistress Jarvinia has given me permission to make use of your naked body." 

I looked up at the low-born female. She looked tall and able-bodied and she still carried her leather strap. My body already ached abominably; I desperately feared any further punishment. 

"I adore the way Mistress Jarvinia keeps your sex shaved bare. Her slaves always seem more naked and vulnerable than the other slaves. It makes you seem far more available and adorable than all the others." 

I was filled with turmoil. I was afraid of this girl and yet my loins were inflamed by her all at the same time. My time with Mistress Jarvinia had warped my passions. I feared the humiliation and the physical abuse I had suffered and yet I craved it. It excited me to have my naked body gripped and controlled by the hands of a cruel woman. 

Darina ordered me to unlace her boots and remove them from her feet. I knelt with my knees far apart and obeyed, then crawled across the room and placed her boots in the corner, near the entrance door. My sex throbbed as Darina's eyes gazed at my naked flesh as if she wished to devour it. 

Darina unlaced her own bodice and removed her skirts and gave them to me to place on the table, next to her boots. 

Despite the fact that I was not born a sodomite and I still had lusty thoughts about attractive, young men, the sight of Darina's exposed breasts and buttocks made my sex throb all the more. Her skin was smooth and her breasts and buttocks were firm and proud. Her belly was flat and her legs were easily as exquisite as Gretel's long, lovely legs. Darina had a body as lovely as any slave-girl's. 

She gracefully advanced in my direction and set her bare feet apart slightly more than shoulder width and jutted her bare sex forward so that it was a mere hand-breadth from my face. 

Of course Darina was not one of Mistress Jarvinia's slaves and thus was not required to have her brownish hairs shaved clean from her sex. As a result, even when stripped of all of her clothing, Darina's pubic lips were still more concealed than mine. 

"Do I need to tell you what to do next?" Darina asked, and there was the implication of threat in her voice. It was obvious that she wanted me to lick and suck at her womanhood and use my lips and mouth and tongue to bring her to a panting, gasping orgasm. It was also evident that if I could be punished if I were slow or resistant to get between her legs. 

I held onto her naked thighs and placed my tongue to her swollen labia. They were already slick with her own juices and tasted of salt. This was a completely different taste from Mistress Jarvinia's vagina; however I was slowly learning that each woman's sex was different. 

I began to lick at her pubic lips from the bottom, near her anus, however it soon became evident that Darina desired that I lick higher up. It became evident because she grabbed my long, reddish hair in her strong hands and pulled, forcing my chin and my mouth up higher upon her sex. 

I regretted once again having such long hair. My long tresses made it easy for free men or women to control my by the simple expedient of grabbing a handful and yanking me this way or that. Just one sharp tug on my scalp and my head, throat and upper body will naturally and helplessly follow. 

My tongue penetrated the folds of Darina's swollen pubic lips and she ceased to tug on my scalp. Apparently I was licking her sex in a manner she found pleasing. 

Of course when I would pause for breath, Darina would take use her leather strap to deliver stinging swats to my already sore, bare buttocks. 

Darina panted quite a great deal while I licked at her sex, however she spoke very little. She directed my actions mostly by yanking on my hair or by spanking my buttocks with her leather strap. It was largely by these painful and humiliating actions that Darina directed my actions and communicated her commands to me. Eventually I grew quite adept at understanding her non-verbal commands and brought her closer and closer to orgasm. 

For a great deal of time Darina had me lick at her pink, fleshy lips moving up her seam and ending at the fleshy, horizontal fold of her clitoral hood. I attempted to peel the hood back using only my tongue, however Darina's hood was thicker than Gretel's or Mistress Jarvinia's and I required the use of my fingers to pull it back and expose the hard swollen knob of her clitoris. 

Once I had exposed her proud, swollen clitoris I used my thumb to gently stroke it; however that was apparently the wrong approach as Darina responded to my actions by striking my poor, reddened buttocks with her leather strap and barking out the word, "Tongue!" 

Darina's stinging assault on my naked buttocks spurred me to instantly obey. I withdrew my hand and gently slid my tongue across Darina's prominent clitoris. 

At Darina's insistence, I sucked her clitoris between my lips and began to stroke her swollen nub with my tongue. Darina moaned as her hips began to rotate, pressing her slick, pungent sex even closer to my mouth. 

I gently trapped her clitoris between my teeth and allowed my tongue to linger across it. Darina's breathing became louder and faster and she wagged her hips even more dramatically. Next Darina ordered me to suck on her hard, swollen nub. 

Without warning Darina spanked my bare buttocks again with her leather strap. My naked skin stung in a riot of pain and Darina admonished me for my cessation of licking her clitoris. Apparently she preferred that I lick her clitoris and suck on it at the time. 

Obediently, I took her exposed clitoris into my mouth and gently sucked upon it on it, simultaneously flicking my wet tongue over and around her kernel. I began very gently with my tongue at first; however Darina made it very clear by grunting and more stinging swats upon my poor, bare buttock s and thighs that she wished me to use my tongue upon her clitoris much more aggressively. Once I understood Darina's wishes, I dutifully complied.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 07



Darina had settled in to life in Mistress Jarvinia's household quite admirably. She followed Mistress Jarvinia's orders with an undisguised enthusiasm and within a week's time my mistress had gifted Darina the responsibility for punishing errant slaves such as Gretel and myself. 

Mistress Jarvinia recognized the benefit of having Darina punish her naked slave rather than taking her slaves directly into her own hands. Darina was an illiterate commoner, whereas Mistress Jarvinia was a woman of money, property and learning. Being punished by a peasant such as Darina was far more degrading than being punished by Mistress Jarvinia; and it was a crushing blow to my spirit. Hansel, Gretel and Maleen found it to be an insulting humiliation as well. 

Darina relished the opportunity to punish me, Gretel, Maleen and even Hansel. Sometimes she would accuse me of transgressions when I was without fault just so she would have an excuse to punish my innocent flesh. 

On one particular warm day I was led naked and blameless so that Darina would inflict a stinging punishment on my defenseless body. I dared not protest the injustice of punishing an innocent girl. Slaves who raise their voice against injustice receive even greater punishment than those who suffer in mute silence. 

Darina led me with great enthusiasm to the whipping post and shackled my wrists above my head. I stood naked and vulnerable, my naked breasts pressed barbarically against the harsh wood, flattening them, my armpits exposed and my bare buttocks and thighs suggestively prominent and vulnerable to Darina's leather strap. 

"I'll soon tend to this, Princess," said Darina enthusiastically as she patted my bare buttocks. 

I promised myself that I should not cry out in pain as I was whipped by this lowborn girl. It was one thing to scream as Mistress Jarvinia whipped me; she was a woman of wealth and property. However Darina was an illiterate peasant. She didn't deserve to hear the cries of a princess as her naked skin was punished. 

The peasant girl began by lashing the leather strap across the defenseless expanse of my back, shoulders and waist. I recoiled at the blows and clenched my jaw shut as I struggled to remain silent. I thrust my bare breasts and flat belly against the harsh wooden post almost as if that would by some unknown means lessen the pain. 

I whimpered and panted, but did not cry out. I deemed that to be a victory of sort; however I was not certain how much longer I could maintain my silence. My back was a riot of pain from my shoulders to my waist and Darina had only just begun to mete out my punishment. The leather strap felt like liquid fire against my bare skin. 

"Your skin reddens beautifully, Princess," Darina assured me as she paused in inflicting agony on my naked skin. "It's truly unfortunate that you cannot see the marks." 

Whimpering pitifully, I thrust my nudity again and again at the cruel wooden post to which I was fixedly attached. 

"I wager you do not feel so disdainful now, Princess," Darina said in a mocking tone. "Naked and whimpering and at my mercy; how shall our imperious princess command respect now?" 

My resolve was waning. The pain of Darina's stinging leather strap was becoming more than I could bear without screaming. I had prevailed thus far at suffering my punishment in silence; however I was throbbing with hellish agony. It seemed I was no longer a woman of noble blood, but rather a naked girl, cruelly bound to a wooden post, forced to endure sharp, biting pain upon her soft, feminine skin and the scornful tauntings of a female peasant who was utterly lacking in kindness or compassion. Soon my courage would falter and I would scream for this lowborn girl. 

Darina ceased in her cruel maltreatment of my naked flesh and I panted and whimpered and hoped that my beating was at an end. However rather than releasing my wrists from their iron shackles, the lowly commoner thrust her coarse, boorish hand in in between my thighs, seeking my throbbing sex. Reflexively I shut my thighs together, however this accomplished nothing. 

"Spread those thighs well apart, Princess," the boorish girl demanded, slapping my bare buttocks for emphasis. "If I see those thighs touch once more, I'll whip them far more painfully than I've whipped your back!" 

Reluctantly, I spread my thighs for the peasant girl, allowing her rude hand access to my unprotected sex. 

The peasant girl had no sense of decency or propriety and I whimpered in degradation and shame as the pitiless female squeezed the plumpness of my swollen pubic lips and thrust two coarse fingers deep into my sensitive vagina. 

"Oh, you're a libidinous princess," the girl enthused as her cruel fingers thrust deep inside of me and tormented my needy, throbbing sex. 

"Has your mistress ever made you orgasm while being whipped, Princess?" 

"No, Darina, n-never," I replied, although I found it most difficult to form words while this abusive girl crudely probed deeply and explored the interior of my delicate, abused sex with her malicious fingers. 

"I have a friend in the village who tells me that if you whip a princess in the proper way that she'll be driven to orgasm. I do believe that I shall assess the truth of her statement, by attempting it on you, Dear Princess." 

"Darina, please," I protested, not wanting to shame myself by reaching orgasm in such a crude manner for the entertainment of a crude peasant girl, however Darina ignored my protests and mercilessly probed my poor, throbbing sex with her crude fingers, her touch maddening my lusts, causing my vagina to brim with shameful moisture before resuming my whipping. 

When the next blow came, Darina laid it directly across my bare buttocks. The leather burned across my naked skin and I reflexively thrust my pelvis against the harsh wood of the whipping post. 

"Yes, move your hips like that, Princess! That's exactly what Adel said should happen!" 

The wretched girl brought the whip down hard across my naked buttocks. I struggled to keep quiet, however I was just a girl and the whip stung my naked flesh horribly, and finally whimpers, sobs and even screams escaped my girlish lips. I screamed and begged Darina for mercy, but the peasant girl ignored my pleas and continued to whip my stinging naked skin without mercy. 

The peasant girl whipped my poor defenseless buttocks harder and harder, on occasion leaving a stinging blow across the back of my thighs. The pain drove me to dance in a most shameful manner, weaving my hips in a lewd, depraved manner and thrusting my pelvis into the hard, unforgiving wood of the whipping post. 

The friction of the rough wood against my sensitive nether lips only served to madden my feverish lusts and exasperate my passions, however if I attempted to step back from the wooden post, Darina would lash my poor buttocks with much greater determination and cruelty. 

The whipping stopped when I was racked with uncontrollable sobbing and again the peasant girl's unwelcome hand was thrust between my thighs. Her indelicate fingers took possession of my tortured sex and examined it, opening it wider, wickedly pinching and pulling on my swollen clitoris and roughly playing with a sensitive, swollen nipple with her other hand, making me moan and pant in shameless lust. 

And once I was on the verge of a gasping, passionate, violent orgasm, the crude peasant-girl removed her fingers and began to whip my naked buttocks once again. 

Hot stinging blows, one after another rained down on my vulnerable, naked skin, and much to Darina's delight I danced and wriggled and writhed and thrust my hips in exactly the manner that she had anticipated. And much to my shame, the wild pain she inflicted upon my poor buttocks, somehow fed the maddening fire in my loins and drove me shamefully towards the orgasm that Darina had sought. 

With a final scream and a wild thrashing of my hips, I thrust my pelvis up against the harsh, unforgiving wood of the whipping post and my vagina convulsed. I let out a long hoarse, wild cry and my shameful orgasm went on and on, providing entertainment for this cruel girl with her cruel whip. She had whipped her naked princess to orgasm and now she would forever take sadistic satisfaction at the memory of it. 

My legs trembled and I sobbed shamelessly at the crude, libidinous entertainment I had provided for this perverse, ruthless peasant-girl. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

After my shameful orgasm at Darina's hands I was bound very tightly and helplessly in Mistress Jarvinia's yard. It was a cruel way to tie a girl. It made me look wanton and libidinous. My wrists and ankles were tied helplessly far apart to horizontal poles. When that detestable girl had whipped me; my feet and legs had been free of any restraint; however my ankles were now frustratingly held far apart. It was vexing and humiliating and the blatant exposure of my still swollen pubic lips was lewd and an invitation to any boorish passerby to ogle. 

I struggled against the ropes binding my wrists and ankles; however I succeeded only in straining the muscles in my shoulder, arms and thighs. The poles were quite sturdy and firmly planted, the ropes were merciless and seemed only to bite deeper into my skin the more I struggled. 

I was certain that my pinkish pubic lips were now far more visible and exposed than they had ever been at any previous point in all of my time in this land. And as I took pity upon myself for the shameless way that my naked body was exposed, I heard the sound of footsteps and my heart filled with greater fear and trepidation. 

Finally my heart beat even faster as I realized that it was Lady Svetlana. Much to my shame I admit that I had developed amorous feelings for the severe, sodomite woman. In the previous weeks in Mistress Jarvinia's house, Lady Svetlana had sternly examined my naked flesh and abused it with pinches and slaps and rough fondling. And much to my humiliation, every time she touched me with her strong, merciless hands my sex throbbed and grew even more feverish with lust. 

"Mistress," I said, addressing Lady Svetlana in the manner my mistress had taught me, "please release me. I promise I shall display my body any way you desire. I merely wish to be free of these ropes that bite deeply and painfully into my naked skin." 

Lady Svetlana ogled my nudity openly, her eyes favoring my exposed nether lips with a long, lingering stare. When she smiled it was a predatory sort of smile and made me think of the way a wolf would gaze at a wounded rabbit. 

"My Dear," she intoned firmly, "Your mistress has given me strict instructions not to release you from your bondage, no matter how much you plead. She did however give me permission to touch you. Would you be grateful for my touch?" 

It was shameful and degrading for me to admit to it, but I truly did desire the touch of Lady Svetlana's hands on my defenseless, naked body. I lusted for her touch. My whole body was quivering in hope that she would touch my naked flesh with her strong fingers. Lady Svetlana knew it would be difficult and degrading for me to admit it, and that's why she wanted to hear me say the words. She wanted to see me shamed. 

"Yes, Mistress," I confessed, "I would be grateful if you were to touch me." 

It was shameful to admit that I desired the touch of another woman. I was a princess! I was supposed to marry a prince and bear him children! I wasn't supposed to have amorous feelings for another woman, and yet Lady Svetlana stirred my loins and made my heart beat with a strange passion. My feelings for her were wrong, and yet I found her very appealing. 

Feminine fingers stroked my breasts and I felt a passionate tingling sensation pass through my torso and suffuse my naked body with warmth that had not been there moments before. I failed to stifle a gasp and Lady Svetlana's smile deepened. 

"Does that excite you, my Princess?" 

"Yes, Mistress," I confessed, ashamed of the lustful affections I felt for this woman. It was scandalous and shameful for me to have these feelings! 

Yet, as Lady Svetlana's fingers reached between my widespread thighs and pulled at the lips of my sex, opening wide my delicate pink labia, I forgot my shame and felt only the heat of ardent, passionate lust. I wanted Lady Svetlana to toy with my helpless naked body and make me quiver, writhe and pant in lustful abandon. 

Her feminine hands worked with practiced skill as she played with my exposed pubic lips. Her fingers elicited feminine moans from my girlish lips as they stroked my throbbing sex, driving me mad with forbidden desire. 

"I do adore the way that Mistress Jarvinia shaves her slaves," Lady Svetlana intoned as she continued to stroke my bare sex, causing it to pulse with need, "It prevents her slaves from hiding their treasures. It makes you so much more exposed." 

As she gloated about how exposed and available my sex was, Lady Svetlana became more aggressive in the handling of my sensitive nether lips. She took hold of them with her thumbs and forefingers and peeled them back harshly. I cried out and struggled against the ropes which held me. I felt as if those strong, feminine hands were turning my sex inside out. And then I moaned pitifully as those fingers pinched at my hard, swollen clitoris, folding back the little hood of flesh that covered it. I sobbed and struggled once again against my bondage, yet I did not ask for Lady Svetlana to cease her handling of my defenseless sex. Despite the pain and indignity of it, I still wanted Lady Svetlana's hands upon my naked flesh. 

I sobbed and watched helplessly as Lady Svetlana abused my clitoris with one hand and then clasped hold of one of my swollen, erect nipples with the other. She pulled roughly upon my sensitive nipple in much the same manner that she pulled upon my hard, swollen clitoris. 

I shut my eyes and breathed heavily as strong fingers widened the opening to my vagina and continued to probe. The fingers at my breast pulled away and I felt them at my sex. Now my throbbing sex, hungry for Lady Svetlana's attention was being unreservedly tended to. One hand probed my aching sex deeply, invading it, filling it to its utmost. The other hand found my clitoris and pulled at it roughly, causing me to gasp resonantly. 

The juices exploded inside me, and I felt them trickling out, while strong, insistent fingers pinched at my tender, swollen clitoris. My flesh felt feverish and my heart beat with the maddening speed of a wild horse at full gallop and my helplessly bound body rolled up towards a long-awaited orgasm that I feverishly desired. 

At last, I went over the edge, my loins throbbing with fire, my vagina convulsing on the fingers that filled my dripping sex. And while strong, capable fingers impaled my tormented sex, a second set of capable fingers stroked my clitoris, causing it to grow harder and harder. 

At long last I cried out-a long hoarse cry, followed shortly by a deafening wail. And the orgasm went on and on as my vulva gripped the invading fingers securely. I came in a riot of lusty boisterousness as the fingers impaled me, pounding my pubis, not letting the orgasm stop, forcing unrestrained screaming from my feminine lips. 

The orgasm was blinding, obliterating. Tears streamed down my face and I strained uselessly against the ropes that held my ankles. I was helpless to move, however Lady Svetlana's had taken my helplessly bound body to an exquisite pleasure that transcended any I had experienced before. 

When she at last withdrew her fingers from my sopping wet sex, my body was trembling, wet and feverish, my vision dazed and the beautiful Lady Svetlana then held my face tightly and kissed me warmly and passionately upon the lips. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

The sweet memories of Lady Svetlana's fingers probing deeply and urgently inside of me, my screaming, passionate, wild orgasm and the affectionate kisses thereafter left me in a distorted, blissful state of semi-delirium. More than anything I wished to be Lady Svetlana's slave, however enchanted moments like the one I had shared with Lady Svetlana impaling my sex almost up to my womb were tiny slivers of forbidden delight that filled me with brief contentment. 

Sadly, my sense of delirium and contentment faded when the sound of footsteps alerted me to Darina's return. And worse than the return of the domineering peasant girl, was the misfortune that she had brought an unknown person to ogle at my helpless nudity as well. 

I cursed Darina inaudibly as I saw an attractive man dressed in fine leather boots, a fresh tunic and leggings approach. He smiled boyishly as he inspected my naked body carefully, lingering uncomfortably long on my widespread legs and my lewdly exposed pink nether lips. 

To the man who was intent on examining my nudity, Darina declared, "This is Odilia, daughter of your king and a tribute to Queen Eleanor. She was purchased at a slave auction by my mistress." 

I could feel my heart pound like a minstrel's drum. Previously the only living souls who had seen me naked, helpless and shamed had been foreigners. This man with the boyish smile was the first of my own countrymen to witness my helpless degradation. I could feel my face burn with shame as one of my own people saw me naked, bound and treated as a slave-girl. 

"Dearest princess," the man said, attempting to sound respectful, but still ogling my nudity, "I am Liebwin. I had not meant to meet you under these circumstances, however my patron has demanded that I come to the kingdom of Queen Eleanor and see you before I begin my work for her." 

Liebwin continued to stare at my exposed sex and bared breasts, captivated by the sight of my naked flesh, and while he stood transfixed I tried to remember why his name sounded utterly familiar. And once I recalled, I cursed my misfortune. Liebwin was a sculptor of considerable note in my country. He had many patrons and his skill was always in demand by princes and princesses who wished to see their loved ones immortalized in marble. 

"Kind sir," I responded, using the polite manners that I was taught at court, "Could I know the name of your patron that has commissioned your services? Unless I am greatly mistaken they wish you to sculpt my likeness, and therefore what you do for your patron will directly affect my reputation." 

Liebwin looked quite uncomfortable and glanced at Darina as if she might respond in his stead, however Darina remained silent. 

"A thousand pardons my princess," he began, "However my patron desires that I not reveal her name at this time. Keeping her name secret was one of the conditions I was forced to agree to. Should I fail to abide by all of her conditions I shall not be paid." 

My face grew hot with anger, frustration and shame and I struggled against my bonds in irritation. Were I not in helpless captivity, I would offer to be Liebwin's patron in exchange for his agreement not to carve me in my naked shame. However as long as I was a tribute to Queen Eleanor and Mistress Jarvinia's slave, I had no money of my own and could not be a patron to anyone. 

Desperately hoping, I dared to ask, "And must your sculpture of me, depict me bare-skinned and exposed like as a naked slave-girl?" 

"Once again, I apologize profusely princess," Liebwin said, momentarily too ashamed to make eye contact, "but my patron was very specific. Nudity is crucial if I am to be paid for my work." 

Liebwin had no wish to degrade or humiliate me; however a man of his stature could not refuse the wishes of his wealthy patron. He was an artisan and his role in our monarchial society was to follow the orders of the nobility. 

And to add to my shame, my mistress was the sort that shaves the pubis of her slave-girls. My inflamed sex was utterly exposed and lacked even the most insignificant covering that pubic hair normally would afford. My swollen nether lips were entirely on display and available for Liebwin to immortalize in marble. 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 07



Liebwin spent an indeterminate amount of time making sketches of my bound, helpless nudity. I despaired that my naked charms would be made available for thousands to see back in my home country and wondered how I could return home when my own countrymen would know every feature of my naked body, the curve of my buttocks, the fullness of my breasts, the boldness of my indecently aroused nipples and every intimate detail of the folds of my tumescent nether lips? 

"Like flower petals," mused Liebwin as he stared directly at my vulnerable, throbbing sex. How I wished I could close my legs and use my hands to conceal my pink, starving sex, but it was not to be! I was to stand helpless, naked and bound as Liebwin sketched every intimate detail of my exposed anatomy. 

"How do you find her, Liebwin?" asked Mistress Jarvinia as she intruded on his work. "What do you think of our fair princess?" 

"She's exquisite," said Liebwin. "Never before have I had the opportunity to work with such a beautiful subject." 

Mistress Jarvinia took Liebwin's sketches in her hands and examined them. "You've captured her likeness quite admirably," commented my mistress. 

"That is Odilia's youthful face exactly. And without a doubt, those are her firm, roundish breasts. That distinctive look of terror and helplessness in her eyes...and you've even recreated a perfect likeness of her nether lips! Your work is flawless! Anyone who saw these would have no doubt that it is Odilia's image that you've captured!" 

"You are too kind, Mistress," Liebwin replied, but I knew Liebwin's reputation. His work was flawless. No one who has ever seen his work had cause to doubt it. He could capture the likeness of any prince, duke, princess, duchess or lord perfectly. More than one of my countrymen had speculated that Liebwin must have sold his soul to have such godlike mastery of his craft. 

My face burned hot as Liebwin and Mistress Jarvinia looked at me in a way that made me feel doubly exposed and helpless. 

"You'll need to do sketches of her from different angles of course," Mistress Jarvinia said. Her buttocks are very firm, high and pleasantly joined to her firm, slender thighs. You must sketch them immediately and from many different perspectives." 

I felt my face burn hot with shame and humiliation as Mistress Jarvinia directed Liebwin's attention to the juncture where my wide-spread thighs met my buttocks. "You can see the thick, pink folds of her perfect labia in between her thighs. You mustn't neglect them in your preliminary sketches. Or in your finished product." 

"Of course, Madam, you're quite right for pointing them out to me." 

It seemed that I was more naked than at any time previous. Mistress Jarvinia and Liebwin examined my nudity with great intensity, focusing on every detail of my naked body. Mistress Jarvinia was quite keen to point out the most intimate details of my naked flesh, the tumescence of my painfully erect nipples, the way my narrow waist and flat belly contrasted with the round globes of my breasts and the way the muscles of my inner thighs seemed to draw the eye upwards directly to my wet and throbbing sex and it's flared pubic lips. She even had Liebwin grab my bare buttocks and feel how firm they were as she commented how they never sag. She was effusive in her praise of my body, yet I felt shame and even a tingling excitement as I was treated thus. 

I was raised to be a proper lady of noble birth and to be studious and refined and dignified and graceful. I was not supposed to be displayed naked and to have my most intimate, sensitive parts of my anatomy closely examined, evaluated and sketched by artisans. And yet here I was, naked and being intently examined by Liebwin and feverish and aroused is he examined closely the moisture on my swollen pubic lips and the erect posture of my swollen nipples. 

"Perhaps you should sketch her in more than one pose," Mistress Jarvinia suggested. "Odilia is so exquisite. She has such beautifully turned legs and a firm, rounded bottom that is irresistible. It would be a shame to sculpt merely one statue bearing her likeness." 

"Of course, I agree, Madam," Liebwin replied, "But would my patron agree to pay for more than one? I certainly cannot afford to order enough marble for two or three statues if my patron will not agree to pay for additional work." 

"Yes, Liebwin. Of course you are right," Mistress Jarvinia said, and I felt a shudder of relief flow through me. As shameful and malicious as one statue depicting my nude body in a shameless, wanton posture would be, it would be far more crushing if there were multiple statues of my exposed nudity in a lewd and compromising stance. 

My relief was short-lived however as Mistress Jarvinia stated, "Here is what I propose, Liebwin; I shall pay for enough marble for you to make two more statues. Plus I shall pay you a fee for sculpting Odilia in two additional poses. Then you may present the additional statues to your patron as a gift from me. I am certain that she would appreciate it." 

My eyes welled up with tears, my bosom heaved and I began to cry. Neither Mistress Jarvinia nor Liebwin seemed to notice. Liebwin thanked Mistress Jarvinia enthusiastically for her generosity and pledged to do excellent work on all three statues. 

I was still sobbing when Mistress Jarvinia released my ankles and wrists from their bondage and ordered me to pose for Liebwin. 

"Stand with your hands behind your neck and let Liebwin have a good look at you," she commanded. 

After having obeyed her command, she added, "Arch your spine and pull back your elbows. I want your breasts to be well on display for Liebwin to sketch. And place your legs far apart. You should know by now that slave-girls are always expected to keep their legs far apart." 

My face was wet and covered with fresh tears, however this did not seem to upset Mistress Jarvinia in the slightest. She fingered the wet folds of my swollen labia and rubbed her thumb across my aching clitoris, causing it to swell and emerge from its hood. A flood of moisture from my throbbing sex coated Mistress Jarvinia's figures and she turned to Liebwin and said, "You must sketch her like this." 

My face burned with shame and I felt humiliation as the two fully-clothed observers closely examined my swelling pubic lips, my hard clitoris and the flood of moisture that seeped from my sex and down my inner thighs. They could not help but observe the shameful moisture that flowed from my tormented sex. 

Liebwin dutifully sketched the swollen lips of my sex from a variety of different angles, making certain that every curve and fold of my sex was captured on paper. Occasionally he would place his hand on my pulsing sex, turning the labia this way or that to get a more certain look of the details of my nether lips. I would gasp every time that he touched me thus, as I was just on the crest of an orgasm and I would be mercilessly punished should I achieve orgasm without my mistress's permission. 

I panted and my chest heaved, but somehow remained in the posture that my mistress had commanded. It was quite a struggle to maintain such a pose while my sex pulsed and I hovered on the edge of exploding into orgasm, yet I wanted ever so much to be obedient and please my mistress. 

 

"Mistress," I panted, my sex was in agony and I distressed that I would shame myself in front of my mistress and Liebwin. 

"You're doing fine, Odilia," Mistress Jarvinia replied calmly. "Just remain standing like until I say otherwise. 

My chest continued to heave and my panting became louder, yet somehow I managed to keep my urgent lusts from boiling over and leading me to the orgasmic release that my mistress had forbidden. 

Mistress Jarvinia insisted that Liebwin take his time and produce very detailed sketches. As a result I stood and allowed Liebwin's gaze to rove all over my exposed, vulnerable nudity and sketch my legs, my throbbing sex, my buttocks and my heaving breasts from a variety of different angles. He also stalked around my naked body and sketched my back, my shoulders, my long-red hair, my open, panting mouth, the misery in my eyes and the fear on my face. 

Standing behind me, I heard Liebwin comment, "Her little bottom is made of the shapeliest little mounds, and her delicate little sex is visibly gaping from where I'm standing." 

Liebwin sketched my shapely little bottom and my delicate gaping sex, while I was forced to stand utterly immobile and silent, enduring this humiliating inspection of my intimate parts without complaint...as is the lot of a slave-girl. 

When Liebwin had dozens of sketches of me posing in this humiliating pose, Mistress Jarvinia suggested something new. 

"Liebwin, can you do a sculpture of Odilia and myself together?" 

The artisan looked up from his sketches and replied, "Madam, such a sculpture would require an even greater amount of marble. The expense would be great." 

"I am a woman of means, Liebwin," my mistress answered back, "I can afford the extra expense." 

With that settled, Mistress Jarvinia began to explain the concept for the final statue. I was pushed ahead of my mistress with her hand pressed into the small of my back, I was shepherded into the house. Liebwin followed behind as Mistress Jarvinia explained what she wanted. 

"I shall sit," Mistress Jarvinia explained, and she pulled an armless chair across the room, into an area where the lighting was the best, "And Odilia shall lie across my lap, with her face towards you. I shall spank this delicious little slave-girl and I wish for you to capture the look of desperation and total surrender on her face when her buttocks and thighs are reddened and unbearably tender." 

I obediently placed my naked body of Mistress Jarvinia's knee and turned to face Liebwin. Both my hands were touching the floor, as were the toes of both my bare feet. My throbbing sex rested against the fabric of Mistress Jarvinia's apron, and the desire in my sex seem to burn even hotter. 

"Her bottom is already quite sore," Jarvinia explained, "I'm certain this shall not take long." 

I did not even see from where Mistress Jarvinia obtained her paddle, yet suddenly one was in her hand and she brought it down upon my bare bottom with amazing force. I let out a cry of both pain and surprise and the paddle came down again and again, quickly turning my already, poor, tender bottom into a riot of stinging pain. 

I felt utterly undone, suddenly, without any composure or dignity, sobbing and biting down on sobs, Liebwin became blurry in my sight as my eyes welled up with tears. 

"Arch your back, pretty girl," Mistress Jarvinia commanded over the sound of my sobbing, "And raise your adorable little bottom. Your positioning must be perfect for Liebwin's sketches." 

Obediently I raised my bottom up and arched my back, making my bottom a much more exposed and inviting target. Mistress Jarvinia responded to my actions by spanking my poor bottom furiously, leaving me unable to bite back on the sobs anymore, as my bottom was a riot of throbbing pain. 

Liebwin sketched furiously and I attempted to keep my face turned in his direction. It was quite a struggle as my tortured body wanted nothing more than to collapse in surrender. 

And as he sketched, my mistress spanked the underside of my bottom, stinging even more horribly. I was spanked again and again, thinking that there could be no pain greater than this, and then suddenly the paddle was coming down on my thighs. I howled in pain and involuntarily responded by kicking out with my legs. The hot, sizzling blows continued to rain down on the backs of my thighs, tormenting me in a way that spanking my bottom could not. 

My backside and thighs were now on fire and yet the spanking continued. I could no longer see Liebwin as my eyes were too clouded with tears, and yet I kept my face turned in the direction where I knew he should be. 

Finally at long last, the ordeal was over. The paddle stopped raining down on my poor defenseless thighs and backside, yet my mistress commanded me to stay across her lap and not to move. 

"Liebwin is not yet done sketching us, darling girl. You must remain still until he is quite finished." 

I continued to sob, however I remained where I was and moved as little as possible. 

Liebwin made comments as he hovered near my sobbing form and examined me. The most memorable of these was "Her pubic lips are very visible, very plump. I had not expected that." 

My sex was plumped with desire and wetness that I could scarcely endure it. And to have one of my own countrymen witness my shame and casually discuss it out loud, stripped me of any last remnants of dignity or self-respect. I was no longer the daughter of a king and queen. I was merely and exposed pubis and exposed backside, an utterly naked girl to be ogled and examined. I had given up my will entirely and surrendered myself utterly to this humiliating shame. And having surrendered to it, the shame seemed to be intimate and delicious. 

Liebwin took his time and sketched every inch of my punished nudity from a variety of angles. He seemed not to know or care of the great difficulty of remaining immobile in this pose for a great deal of time. 

"I am in awe at the beauty of Odilia's bottom and her long, perfectly shaped legs," commented Liebwin as he sketched my recumbent nudity. "I can see why my patron so eagerly wanted her immortalized in marble." 

I wondered who Liebwin's patron was and why she wanted a statue made of me. Did she desire me? Did she want to feel my naked buttocks gripped tightly in her hands? Did she want to thrust her fingers into my sex and hear me pant with feverish desire for her? My sex throbbed and thrummed with wave after wave of desire and I secretly vowed that I would surrender myself to her if that was what she wished. 

I was not a princess to be respected! I was a naked girl to be commanded, used and enjoyed! Why shouldn't Liebwin's patron have use of my naked body if she desired it? 

All of these thoughts ran rampant through my head, but as a slave, I could not give voice to my thoughts without permission, so I remained silent and allowed Liebwin to sketch my naked body. 

Time passed without any means for me to measure, however by the time Liebwin and Mistress Jarvinia were done with me, it was very late and it seemed that all of my joints were stiff and sore from remaining immobile for so long. 

Gretel was instructed to lead me away whilst Mistress Jarvinia led Liebwin to an office where he could make his preparations. He needed to write to his patron and apprise her of his progress. He also needed to order three large blocks of marble and arrange for their delivery, as well as make travel arrangements. 

Gretel led me into a room far away from Liebwin and had me lie upon a table that looked freshly scrubbed and polished. 

The room was poorly lit, however I saw that the room had several bottles from Mistress Jarvinia's collection of oils, ointments and medical elixirs. I could not clearly see the contents of the bottles, however Gretel poured the contents of one of the bottles into her hand and began to rub the strange-smelling liquid into the my poor, aching bottom and my equally sore thighs. 

"Oh, Gretel! It stings," I exclaimed as Gretel rubbed my sore flesh. However Gretel commanded me to hush and within moments the strange oil that Gretel worked into my bare flesh ceased to sting, and instead felt wondrously good. 

"It has healing qualities," Gretel explained, careful to whisper, so that no one else should hear her. "Mistress Jarvinia knows the secrets of many different kinds of medicines. This is why the people of the village need her. No one else in the village knows how to make the potions, elixirs, salves, balms and cures that Mistress Jarvinia can create." 

My bare flesh tingled where the oil had been rubbed in and the pain in my buttocks and aching legs had much decreased. Gretel rubbed more of the oil into my waist, back and shoulders, stinging at first from the whipping Darina had given me earlier that day, but then settling into a pleasurable tingling sensation. 

"Oh, but why this sudden kindness," I sighed. "Jarvinia is usually such a harsh mistress." 

As Gretel worked more of the oil into my thighs and kneaded my flesh she replied, "Jarvinia is quite often cruel and then without warning will or explanation will be kind to her slaves, however she never explains herself. When she is kind, learn to take delight in it. It is not for you to question her motives."



The Story of Odilia Ch. 08



The Great Hall was much as I had remembered it. Massive in size with an immense fire burning in the hearth, great tapestries hung high on the walls and long wooden tables capable of accommodating sufficient jugs and platters for a sumptuous feast. 

The Great Hall was never left empty. There were always servants tending to the fire, lighting the chandeliers, scrubbing the tables, hanging up new tapestries and bringing in food. Either that or there were celebrations, rituals, debates, planning, scheming or other endeavors that required the presence of a multitude of people. 

Today was much the same. Before I proceeded into the Great Hall, I glimpsed easily a dozen women, dressed much in the same way I was dressed, wearing colorful gowns with long tight sleeves, fine embroidery and slippers. 

Princess Catherine was standing closest to my location and gave me a look that seemed to speak of hunger, infatuation and passion all at once. 

"Odilia," she said, her green eyes seeming to look into my soul and making me feel weak, "I am utterly baffled by your presence here. Your mother has disowned you and you have been banished from the kingdom. Why pray tell, would you come back?" 

I was dazed and disconcerted by Princess Catherine's words. Disowned? Banished? Certainly she must be mistaken. I was the daughter of the Queen! Surely no one would banish me from my own kingdom! 

"Still, you are very pretty," Catherine sad as she laid a soft hand on the side of my face, making me suddenly feel a strange heat in my face and in my breast, "I think we should allow you to stay." 

I heard a weak, feminine voice say, "Thank you, Princess," and only seconds later did I realize that it was I who had said the words. 

Princess Catherine looked back to the assembled ladies and announced that I should be allowed to stay. There was a great roar of approval from the assembled flock of noblewomen and I noticed that my sister Derica was in the back of the crowd, very nearly obscured from my vision by all of the women in the foreground. 

I intended to speak with her and ask her for the meaning of Princess Catherine's strange words, however I was physically obstructed. 

"No, Odilia," Princess Catherine said to me, "You may not set one foot further into the Great Hall dressed like that. That is a gown fit for a princess, and you are a princess no longer." 

My mouth hung agape. I was uncertain with what words I could respond. Was Princess Catherine actually saying that I should stand utterly naked before her, my sister and a dozen assembled noblewomen? 

As if to answer my unspoken question, Princess Catherine elaborated, "remove your clothes, all of them, and your slippers and put them on that table. Do it immediately or leave this kingdom and never come back." 

Words of refusal formed in my mind and I opened my mouthy to speak. However no words came from my mouth and instead, my trembling hands began the task of removing the ceinture from around my waist. Then my slippers, my gown and finally my white chemise. 

I laid my fine, white chemise on top of the rest of my clothing and stood naked before Princess Catherine. 

I felt utterly ashamed to stand naked and exposed before the noblewomen of my country while they wore their jewels and find silk gowns, yet I seemed helplessly pinning to the spot and could not cover myself or back away. 

"Now stand with your feet well apart, Odilia," Catherine said firmly, "And slip your hands to the back of your neck. Pull your elbows back and push your breasts forward. This is how you will stand when your betters wish to examine you." 

My face burned with indignation. Who was Princess Catherine to speak to me in such an arrogant, patronizing manner? Acid words burned my tongue and I opened my mouth to bellow them at the woman who had dared to condescend to me, however no words came out. 

I looked longingly at my clothes upon the table and felt a breeze touch my bare buttocks and thighs and then much to my surprise and confusion, my feet spread apart slightly more than shoulder-length and my hands slipped behind the back of my neck. And my breasts were thrust shamelessly forward and my elbows were pulled back. 

All at once, there were feminine hands all over me, touching me, squeezing my breasts, my legs and my buttocks. I felt scandalized and humiliated and yet I could not seem to move or even to protest. A duchess who'd name I could not recall reached out and grasped a pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. I opened my mouth to demand that she remove her hands from my breast, however no words emerged from my mouth. I no longer seemed to have any voice. There was a tongue in my mouth, but it no longer seemed to serve any purpose. 

And after I failed to voice my outrage of how the duchess abused my first pink, sensitive nipple, she then reached out and abused the other in an equally painful and humiliating fashion. 

Other women came in close to fondle my breasts and pinch my innocent nipples as well. And while I was fixated on the injustice of having my breasts and nipples maltreated, other women came behind me and began to painfully pinch my thighs and my buttocks. 

"Oh, her buttocks are exquisite," exclaimed a female voice behind me and then suddenly I felt three hard spanks meted out to my bare bottom. I was certain that I should raise my voice and protest such malicious treatment to my naked flesh, however my tongue didn't seem to be under my control anymore and much to my amazement, I felt a sudden heat flush between my legs and my sex throbbed and pulsed. This was accompanied by a confusing yet delicious feeling of helplessness and trepidation. 

I felt utterly defenseless as these women felt, squeezed, pinched and spanked my naked body. This feeling of helplessness took my breath away and caused a wave of bewildering desire. Being naked and maltreated by these intimidating women was both frightening and arousing. 

Then, much to my alarm, I felt a woman's hand between my legs, stroking and fondling my sex. My legs felt weak and wobbly and began to tremble, yet I maintained my balance. 

"Pretty pink pubic lips," said a woman's voice just behind me, "And very visible and exposed. Who was it that thought to shave away all of her pubic hair?" 

I whimpered and groaned as she stroked my exposed nether lips. Her fingers caused the throbbing in my sex to intensify and the heat to spread from my vagina and flow to my breasts, hardening my nipples and causing them to ache. 

Princess Catherine placed her mouth on mine, gagging me. I moaned into her mouth as my aching sex was stroked and fondled. Princess Catherine kissed me deeply and with a curious passion. She held my face with firm feminine hands as she kissed me. Yet I could not hold her as I had been ordered to keep my hands behind the back of my neck. 

"I think my kiss has awakened something in our pretty girl," said Catherine in an impish tone. "Her nipples look to be tumescent and erect. Isn't that right, my libidinous little girl?" 

My nipples were so swollen and erect that they ached, however I did not wish to admit that to Princess Catherine. The way she was maltreating me was outrageous and I wished to answer her with outrage, however my tongue refused to respond to my commands. 

When I failed to answer, Princess Catherine painfully pinched both of my nipples and caused me to tremble and stifle a sob. 

"I'm still waiting for my naked little girl to answer," Catherine said insistently, "Are these nipples not aroused and erect?" 

I continued to stare, openmouthed and mute. Princess Catherine found my response unsatisfactory and she spanked both of my breasts with her remorseless right hand, causing me to gasp in pain. 

"Yes, Princess Catherine," I finally confessed, my breasts stinging with fresh pain, "My nipples are aroused and erect." 

I was being humbled and disgraced and maltreated, and yet somehow I found the abuse and deliberate insults to be delicious and thrilling. The way I was being violated and tormented somehow filled me with a wanton sort of desire. Being naked, helpless and at Princess Catherine's mercy filled my loins with a wild heat that caused my sex to throb and thrum as if I were being caressed and aroused by Pothos himself. 

Almost as if Princess Catherine knew what I had been thinking, she cupped my moist sex with her hand and gently separated my swollen labia before inserting her finger deep inside my throbbing sex. It was shameful to have my sex exposed and examined by Princess Catherine while all the ladies in the Great Hall looked on, and yet the shame and exposure seemed to fill me with some sort of strange bliss. 

"You're wet already," said Princess Catherine admonishingly and held up her fingers coated with my moisture for all to see. 

"I wonder if our naked little girl should be spanked for getting wet." 

Another agonizing wave of passion passed through me as Princess Catherine humiliated me by exposing my state of arousal and further degraded me by suggesting that I be given a degrading punishment like a spanking. As I stood there listening to the way she spoke about me, I panted, my breasts heaved and I could feel my sex throb with hungry spasms. 

And then from the back of the Great Hall, I heard my sister's voice call out, "Do you not think that you have done enough, already? Odilia is a lady of noble birth, not some innkeeper's daughter!" 

Derica looked defiant and offended on my behalf, however Princess Catherine seemed unconcerned. 

"Odilia is no longer a princess," Catherine informed my sister. "She has been disowned by the king and queen. Now she is nothing more than a naked damsel for our entertainment!" 

My sister Derica was made to retrieve the instrument that would be to punish my bare buttocks, however her face had a bitter countenance as she handed Princess Catherine the paddle. 

I eyed the paddle in Princess Catherine's hand and realized that this was the instrument she would use to punish my bare bottom. A deep delicious fear thrilled me as I envisioned myself naked over this woman's lap, being mercilessly paddled by her. It was a confusing reaction on my part and yet there was a throbbing anticipation in my heart as I waited for Princess Catherine to discipline my naked bottom with her paddle. 

Catherine sat down on a bench and gestured with her hand that I should come forward. "Come over my knee," said the princess, and the insistent hands that had been squeezing my breasts and pinching my thighs and buttocks released me so that I could advance forward. 

With over a dozen eager eyes watching, I fell to my knees and stretched my naked body out over the princess's lap, my exposed sex pressed against the damask of the princess's gown and my exposed buttocks being eyes intently by a squad of well-attired women with a captivated look in their eyes. 

I knew that these women had a lustful desire to see my naked flesh punished and somehow that the throbbing in my sex intensify. I began to breathe heavily at the thought of it and desired that the punishment begin soon. 

No sooner had this curious thought occurred to me, then the paddle cracked down on my unprotected bottom with amazing force, drawing a cry of pain and surprise from my feminine lips. I flinched and attempted to brace my vulnerable body for the punishing blows that were to come, however the pain was staggering and each blow stung my exposed flesh more than the blow that preceded it. I kicked my legs in a fruitless and ineffectual attempt to deal with the constant smarting blows from Catherine's cruel paddle. 

Again and again the princess spanked my poor buttocks vigorously and severely. 

"Come, my naked little girl, arch your back for me," said the princess. I had difficulty hearing her words as I had already began to sob at this point, and the princess needed to shout in order to be heard over the sound of my weeping. 

Obediently I arched my back and raised my bottom for the princess's paddle. Somehow it seemed right and correct that she would treat me thus. And when the princess spanked my vulnerable bottom furiously, I felt somehow that I was deserving of the eruption of tingling pain that her paddle had delivered. 

I felt utterly undone, wildly kicking my bare legs, sobbing unrestrainedly and making a display for myself which seemed to greatly entertain all of the assembled noblewomen. I sobbed bitterly, feeling my exposed breasts pressed frantically against the princess's skirts. I was spanked and spanked again, the paddle catching the sensitive underside of my bottom near the delicious crease where the buttocks joins to the backs of the thighs. I rapidly learned that that stung far more than any of the previous blows. 

And then the blows stopped unexpectedly and I heard Princess Catherine say to my sister, "You see Derica? This is no princess across my lap. This is a naked damsel to be tormented and abused for our entertainment." 

Princess Catherine's cruel mistreatment of my naked body had filled me with a delicious sense of fear trepidation and forbidden desire. Derica could plainly see that my sex was drenched with my own fluids and conclude just how aroused I must be at this moment. My sister looked at me with a look of disappointment and disapproval. Clearly she was not expecting me to become overcome with sexual heat from the way Princess Catherine was violating me. I felt my face burn with shame and wished that Derica did not have to share this knowledge. It was improper for my own sister to know dark, intimate, shaming secrets like about my sexual nature. 

Princess Catherine waited for a response from my sister, and much to my shame and degradation, my sister palmed my pulsing sex and commented, "The girl is soaking wet." 

There was a pause of two heartbeats as my sister allowed that knowledge to be digested, and then she added, "You're quite right, Catherine. This is not my sister. This is merely a naked damsel to be tormented and abused for our entertainment." 

And then; with the approval of my sister; the stinging blows began to rain down on my unprotected, naked flesh once more. 

With my sister looking on, Princess Catherine brought the paddle down upon the backs of my naked thighs. I cried out in surprise and physical torment. The stinging blows were even worse than before. Catherine was far stronger than she appeared and the stinging blows came down upon my ill-fated thighs in a flurry. 

And with my sister watching, the stinging torment was not the worst of it. The worst was that I had utterly lost the respect of my sister. I was now seen as nothing but a libidinous naked girl with wanton desires. 

My sex was throbbing and soaked wet with desire and I could scarcely endure it. And to have my own sister witness my shame and palm my plumped sex with her hand and have the moist evidence of my desire on her fingers, stripped me of any last remnants of dignity or self-respect. I was no longer the daughter of a king and queen. I was merely and exposed pubis and exposed backside, an utterly naked girl to be ogled and examined. 

I had given up my will entirely and surrendered myself utterly to this humiliating shame. And having surrendered to it, the shame seemed to be intimate and delicious. 

"Would you like to spank her, Derica?" Catherine inquired of my sister. "Her bottom is perfectly shaped for spanking. Her buttocks are firm, her skin is smooth and her skin reddens deliciously when you apply the paddle." 

"No thank you," my sister replied. "I take no delight in the spanking of girls." 

I was relieved to hear her say it, but Catherine continued to press my sister, contending that my sister was the main host of these festivities and that she should take an active role in entertaining her guests. 

"Oh very well," my sister said at long last, finally conceding to Catherine's viewpoint. 

Derica reluctantly took the paddle from Catherine's hands and stood over my naked form. Then she turned to the assembled noblewomen and said, "I do this for your entertainment, so please observe closely." 

My sister then brought the paddle down on my already-sore buttocks, causing my exposed buttocks to sting all the more. I moaned and squirmed and kicked, however my sister had no mercy for my distress and proceeded to spank me harder and harder. My breasts heaved, my hips squirmed and I sobbed and cried out like a poor, defenseless damsel. 

Finally my sister declared that my buttocks were very red, and that her guests should be quite pleased with their color. 

I continued to sob and suffer over Catherine's lap, however the abuse of my poor, naked buttocks had ended and I speculated that the intense stinging in my hindquarters would eventually diminish. 

"Her buttocks look more desirable than ever with that splendid reddish hue," exclaimed Catherine. "Perhaps we should paddle her every day so that the exquisite color doesn't fade." 

I moaned at this. However Catherine seemed not to notice and passed me off to a princess I did not recognize. Her name was Natalya. Catherine instructed her to coat my sore buttocks and thighs in some sort of ointment or oil. It was supposed to keep the skin from abrading and to heal more quickly. 

Natalya's hands on my aching buttocks intensified the pain at first. "Ooooh!" I gasped as the girl's naked fingers rubbed ointment softly into my sore, naked buttocks. 

However Natalya ignored my gasps, moans and whimpers and continued to rub the ointment into every inch of my punished, naked flesh. 

"It stings," I complained, however Natalya clucked her tongue and replied, "It only stings at first, my darling little girl. Once I finish rubbing it in, you'll be glad for it on your naked skin." 

Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the painful sting of a hundred harsh blows began to fade and a pleasant, warm tingle began to replace the sensation of pain on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. 

"Ooooh," I exclaimed again, however this time it was a gasp of contentment rather than a gasp of pain. 

I would have been content to allow Natalya's hands to roam across my thighs and buttocks for hours, however Catherine ordered both of us to stand. 

Natalya stood first and then she took my hand in hers and assisted me in rising to the standing position. Natalya looked nervously at Catherine. And seeing that look of trepidation on Natalya's face made me feel foreboding and dismay as well. 

Natalya was fully and respectably clothed and still had royal status. If she were dismayed about what was to come, I was certainly not going to be brave. I felt the spirals of dread being to grow and swell in my belly. 

I was led to a spot far from the entrance of the great hall and near the fire. However the fireplace was not the main focus of my interest. I was far too fixated on the device made of iron and silver that was a mere ten feet away. 

The device was perhaps two or three feet tall and had four intricately engraved wrought iron legs supporting it. It could very nearly be a stool, if not for the fact that housed within this device was an iron pole. And mounted on this iron pole or shaft was an impressive phallus that appeared to be made of purest silver and was an almost exact replica of a man's swollen and erect penis. 

The phallus was larger than the erect penis of any man I had ever seen, although not so large as to be impossible. The well-endowed men I had known at the castle were nearly as large as the silver thing I saw before me. The feeling of dread in my belly became even more pervasive at the sight of that erect organ, for there was little doubt that its purpose was to hold a girl in place, her sex impaled upon it. 





The Story of Odilia Ch. 08



I hesitated when confronted with the immense silver erection mounted on the iron shaft, however Catherine did not seem to be willing to accommodate hesitation. 

"That erect penis isn't there for you to look at," admonished Catherine. "It's there for naked slave-girls to be impaled on it. Now, stand by that beautiful cock and spread your legs wide." 

I went to the device and spread my legs as ordered, looking nervously at that erect member all the time. With my legs spread wide, the top of the cock was just at the level of the entrance to my sex. I was filled with trepidation about what must surely come next. 

Catherine took some ropes down from a hook on the nearest wall. She untied the end with loving hands and allowed most of it to drop to the floor, keeping the end with a small loop in her hand. 

"You showed obedience when I told you to get across my lap for your spanking and arch your back for me," Catherine said as she brought the ropes over to where I was standing. 

"Now show me obedience once again and place your hands behind your back for me." 

I seemed not to have any will of my own and I placed my hands behind my back. Catherine then took my wrists in her strong grip and brought both of my hands up on my back, bending them at the elbows until my wrists were crossed and up alongside by my shoulder blades. Then she began winding the rope around my wrists, very tight and precise. 

"I intend to make you helpless, wanton little girl." she said as she tugged each winding down tightly. 

I whimpered, barely audibly at this announcement. 

"You will feel very helpless before long," Catherine added. She finished binding my wrists and knotted the rope several times. But there was still more rope in her hand. She then ran the rope over my shoulder and down under my arm back to the wrists. This deed at was repeated over the other shoulder, and several times for each shoulder. When she tied the final knots, my hands were not only tied, they were secured and immobile high up on my back. 

I tugged at the ropes, but without much effort. There wasn't any hope of working anything free, this woman was simply too skilled and experienced with the ropes. 

Catherine swatted my bare buttocks when she was finished tying my wrists and said, "Now, my naked damsel, be a good girl and straddle that exquisite cock. I'm quite certain that you know where it should go." 

An audible moan escaped my lips and I crept forward until the head of the phallic device was positioned directly under my nether lips. The cold metal was touching my swollen labia, every so lightly. Catherine ambled over, a malicious smile decorating her face as her gaze met mine. "It seems very befitting that our naked damsel be helpless and lacking in the use of her arms," she said. "I think that I shall keep you like that." 

"Certainly you say that in jest," I suggested. "My elbows are already starting to feel the strain from being bent in this awkward position high up on my back." 

"I'm certain that they are," replied Princess Catherine, "However I am not jesting. When I have a naked damsel in my possession, I feel that it's best that she should be helpless and tormented." 

Princess Catherine was standing behind me. And then her feminine hands reached around and grasped my vulnerable breasts. She possessed them with her hands, stimulating my nipples into throbbing, aching nubs that became swollen and hard. My breasts filled with a delicious heat and an agonizing wave of desire passed through me. The heat in my breasts soon spread to sex, and I sighed as my sex began to throb with hungry spasms. It wasn't long before Princess Catherine's clever hands had me panting, sweating and feverish with the heat of desire. 

Not content with merely groping my breasts, the fiendish woman took possession of my pubic lips and began to stroke them in a very lewd and indecent fashion. The throbbing in my sex was exacerbated and when the evil woman found my hardened clitoris, she pulled back its hood and began to stroke my hard little nub with her thumb. 

My lusts were inflamed by Catherine's clever, malicious fingers and a sexual heat seemed to fill my entire body. As my sister and a half dozen additional women watched another agonizing wave of powerful desire passed through me and I moaned and whimpered for their perverse amusement. 

When my tortured clitoris felt so swollen that I was certain it would burst, Princess Catherine removed her hands from my sex, knelt down and turned a screw or handle near the base of the iron device. And with each turn of the screw, the iron pole would rotate and rise higher and higher. And of course the phallus mounted on the pole would rotate and rise higher as well. Within moments the silver cock was pressing against my starved, pink, swollen pubic lips, forcing them to open. Eventually the phallus rose high enough that I was impaled upon it. 

The silver monstrosity filled me and held me in place, utterly possessing my tortured sex. And even when I was filled to the utmost, Catherine continued to turn that damnable screw, forcing me to stand on the balls of my feet in order to keep the phallus from penetrating all the way to my womb. 

I struggled to remain stranding on the balls of my feet, however I could already feel the strain in my calves and the arches of my feet. I panted with real effort and realized that I would be unable to maintain this position forever. However when my feet went flat on the floor, that phallus would stab painfully deep inside of me. 

"Princess! Please!" I cried in genuine distress. 

Catherine ceased turning the knob, however that massive erect penis was still filling me to my utmost and I could not stand flat on my feet without being impaled painfully deep. 

"Princess, you have me balanced precariously on the balls of my feet," I cried despite the fact that she could clearly see the predicament I was in. "I'm pleading with you! Don't allow that thing to go any deeper inside of me!" 

Princess Catherine stood up and her cold, pitiless eyes met mine. I whimpered and pleaded for sympathy, however Catherine was unconcerned. 

"My naked damsel looks so delightful, standing there like that. It must feel wonderful to be so filled like that, your wet, throbbing sex impaled on such an impressive organ. You're utterly filled, aren't you, girl?" 

Before I had an opportunity to respond, Princess Catherine began to gently brush a few strands of my long hair from my face, and then her hands drifted lower, rubbing my erect swollen, nipples, softly at first, and then with more insistent strokes, causing me to moan as my sensitive pink nipples were teased into a throbbing turmoil. 

My nipples became unbearably agitated under the ministrations of Princess Catherine's clever and diligent fingers. As Princess Catherine's fingers paid intimate attention to my poor, throbbing nipples, I began to pant shamelessly and it was becoming more difficult to concentrate on keep my heels off the floor and my pelvis as high in the air as possible. My legs trembled and my muscles felt weak as Catherine made me pant and throb and quiver and I knew with great certainty that feet would soon not be able to take the strain of supporting the weight of my entire body on the balls of my feet. And when my muscles could no longer support my weight, I'd sink down and that imposing erect penis would stab into me like a spear. 

Catherine roughly pinched my nipples and then softly stroked them, causing me to whimper, gasp and moan. Tears welled up in my eyes, I was tied and shafted, and Catherine took advantage of my vulnerable state by abusing my poor, unprotected pink nubs. 

"Princess, eventually I'll have to lower myself," I pleaded, "My poor legs cannot hold me like this much longer. However I'll be grievously injured should that massive organ impale me any deeper!" 

I met Princess Catherine's eyes once again and she seemed unconcerned about my plight. My pleading and the distress in my voice had not seemed to move her. 

"A woman's vagina is a wondrous thing," she replied. "I have found them to be quite resilient. You shall find that your sex can withstand a great deal of strain without actually breaking." 

I found no comfort in Catherine's words and a greater feeling of helplessness gripped me. The other great ladies in the great hall watched my plight without concern and spoke no words in defense of my poor, impaled sex. Whatever cruel fate Catherine had devised for my poor, abused vagina, would not be halted by my desperate pleadings. 

But Catherine had another little treat in store for me. One of Catherine's confederates had brought her a small white tray while I had been pleading for mercy. Upon that tray where two silver clamps. I'd seen clamps like this before and their sudden appearance in the Great Hall whilst I was naked and helpless filled me with dread. 

Catherine took hold of my right breast and painfully gripped the base of my areola with one hand and then with her other hand, she snapped a silver clamp upon my already swollen and aching nipple. 

I gasped at the pain of the silver clamp upon my poor defenseless nipple and within an instant, Princess Catherine had snapped a silver clamp shut upon my left nipple as well. I whimpered and panted at the nagging torment of those cruel tormentors biting into my sensitive, throbbing nipples, however none of the ladies in the Great Hall seemed to be the least bit bothered by my distress. 

The pain caused me to react without thinking. I squirmed and shook my upper body almost as if the little tormenters on my breasts were nettlesome insects that I could rid myself of by making my breasts a tremulous place where an insect could find no rest. 

Of course such an action was entirely fruitless. The silver jaws on my nipples retained their painful hold on my sensitive flesh and the shaking only made my nipples hurt more. Each nipple was burning and aching at the same time. I panted and made pathetic whimpering sounds and Princess Catherine merely watched my torment with a quite satisfied smile on her face. 

I was naked, panting, on the verge of tears, my cruelly impaled sex and my throbbing nipples were both in torment and the fine ladies in their colorful gowns looked upon me and smiled as if my plight provided them with great entertainment. 

I had thought that this was the extent of the torments that would be inflicted upon me by these ladies, however I soon spied my sister, Derica holding a long leather strap engaged in a bitter disagreement with Princess Catherine. 

"I don't want to do it," Derica protested. "She's still my sister. We grew up together. I won't say a word to stop Odilia's mistreatment, however you should find another to inflict this upon her." 

"I could do that, of course," responded Princess Catherine, "However if you force me to choose another, it will lower your status in the royal court. It may even result in you sharing Odilia's fate of being disowned." 

"You wouldn't," Derica protested, "You couldn't possibly do that to me." 

A hush fell over the Great Hall and Catherine's voice took on a harsh, serious that gripped me with an icy chill and she said, "I've already done it to one daughter of royal blood." 

Derica's shoulders sagged and her head bowed low. It was obvious that she had acquiesced to Catherine's demands and then my sister took the leather strap and circled around to stand behind me. 

I couldn't see my sister swing the leather strap, but I felt the sudden pain when the thin strip of leather impacted my naked skin. I cried out loud from the sudden pain. I felt a sharp, stinging across both of my bare buttocks, however the worst part was that I flinched and flailed in response to the pain and that caused a stabbing pain deep within my impaled sex. 

"That was a respectable blow," said Catherine to my sister in a reassuring tone. "Do it again, just like that." 

My sister swung again and the pain of leather on naked flesh brought forth a fresh squeal of pain from my lips. 

My sister's blows stung, however I quickly learned how to hold my naked body still, so that the massive thing inside of me didn't impale me any more severely whilst I was being whipped. 

With the next lash of leather on skin I cried out much louder. My scream filled the entire Great Hall with the sound of an anguished female. The scream was mostly from the pain, but also because of the humiliation of my naked torment being for the entertainment of these ladies. And finally I screamed because it was my very own sister who was inflicting this pain upon my naked skin. 

But my screaming did not have any effect on the proceedings. The fiery kisses of the whip continued and Catherine continued to reassure Derica that her performance in punishing my naked buttocks was quite satisfactory. 

Then the most curious thing happened. Despite the humiliation of being whipped by my own sister in front of an audience of finely attired ladies, I found that my loins were heated up to a white hot incandescence. I fought a struggle against my own body, not wanting to disgrace myself in front of my sister and a bevy of female royalty, however I was soon gasping and my sex was throbbing uncontrollably. At a certain appalling point I knew that within seconds I would explode in a very loud, passionate orgasm in front of all the assembled ladies of the Great Hall. 

And with my sister, Princess Catherine and all the rest looking on I came in a riot of sobs and moans and whimpering cries, the erect organ impaled deep inside my sex which contracted uncontrollably with spasm after spasm. I cried out as a powerful, orgasm ripped through me, the monstrous thing inside of me impaling my sex and seeming to make the orgasm go on and on forever. 

And as I twitched and convulsed and squirmed on the massive cock inside of me, I cried tears of shame and humiliation. My sister and all of these esteemed ladies had just witnessed me debasing myself in the most wanton and humiliating way possible. 

And yet, despite the utter and crushing humiliation that I was enduring, and my sister's look of disapproval, the orgasm that still had me panting and suffused with heat was the most powerful, exquisite, wild and satisfying orgasm of my young life. 

I panted, my breasts rising and falling, my sex still feeling the severe strain of being opened perilously wide and utterly filled, my naked body covered in sweat and tears, my sister witness to my naked, whorish shame, and yet I felt rare contentment as my orgasm seemed to wash away all of my pain and doubt and humiliation. 

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I awoke on the floor naked, spread out on my back, my wrists tied to an iron ring, preventing me from covering my nakedness and my legs spread wide, ankles tied to two other iron rings. 

I was in Mistress Jarvinia's Room of Dreams. In the darkness, I could hear the sound of Gretel's slow, soft breathing just a few feet away. 

My dream of being disowned by my mother and spanked by my sister was alarming and troublesome. Neither Gretel nor I knew if the dreams we experienced were forewarnings of future events, or merely mystical provocations sent by Mistress Jarvinia to distress and torment her naked slaves as they slept. 

Were this dream a prophesy of things to come, I had no reason to ever return to my homeland. It was far better to remain the kingdom of Bellavalten and be spanked, sexually tormented, maltreated and displayed naked before Mistress Jarvinia, Lady Svetlana and Darina than to be spanked by my own sister and displayed naked before the royal ladies of my own kingdom.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 09



In Mistress Jarvinia's home, a slave-girl can be punished for any reason, no matter how trivial. On this day I was ordered to bring my mistress the stalk of an alloeh plant from her garden, that she might use it to craft some sort of medicine for one of the villagers. 

My education in my home country did not include instruction on the identification of plants. Therefore I ended up removing the stalk from some other green plant in her garden. I had attempted to bring her the proper thing, however my good intentions were not enough and Mistress Jarvinia ordered me punished for plucking the wrong plant. 

I had been chained upside down to the wall of one of the hidden chambers of Mistress Jarvinia's home. My ankles were chained far apart and my swollen pubic lips were very much on display and at eye level for anyone standing in the room. To make matters even more miserable, Darina would enter the room where I was chained and thrust the stiff bristles of a broom into my swollen, sensitive nipples or my wet, throbbing sex. 

The broom did no real damage, however my flesh was soft, and the bristles of the broom were hard and stiff. I wailed in pain and alarm whenever the wicked girl tormented my poor sex with her wretched broom. She took a sadistic delight in tormenting me and seeing the distress on my face whenever I was punished or abused. 

The stiff bristles of the broom seemed like the bites of a thousand baneful insects as she pushed them roughly into the delicate folds of my exposed, pink nether lips. Begging Darina for mercy only caused her to abuse my naked loins all the more, as the malicious girl took delight in my helplessness, vulnerability and screams of distress. 

I do not know how long I was chained to that wall of that room. Time seemed to lose all meaning. When Darina would abuse my poor exposed pink nether lips with the bristles of her broom, it seemed as if it took almost an hour before she stopped. Darina would laugh at my distress and my swollen labia and inner thighs felt chafed afterwards. 

And when I was left alone in that room, there was always the fear and apprehension of Darina's return. I had nothing but my fear and the sound of my own uneasy heart beating to mark the time as I hung there helpless and vulnerable. 

This disquieting pattern went on for quite some time and was not broken until Mistress Jarvinia herself entered and exhibited me to a guest in her home. 

Her guest was a fine young man with boyish comeliness and a very slender build, however not slender enough to look delicate. He was very clearly graceful and moved with alertness and precision. He led the way, ahead of Mistress Jarvinia, and strode over towards my helpless body and eyed my exposed nudity intently. 

"So, you are Odilia," the man with the boyish face inquired of me. 

His shirt was of the darkest black fabric I had ever seen. His jerkin was made of leather and likewise black. His breeches were black. His polished leather boots were quite black and the leather belt he wore around his narrow waist was black. He even wore a ring with a black onyx stone. 

His face was smooth and innocent of any beard or whiskers. His eyes seemed boyish and trusting, and his mouth appeared soft and guileless and his smile seemed to be without malice. I held out a slim hope that he might be kind. 

"Yes, Master," I responded timidly to his question. 

While I hung there helpless, the man studied my naked tormented sex, breasts and abused nipples with great absorption. As I looked up at his face, even his eyes were black. 

The black-clad man placed his hands gently on my widespread thighs, smoothing his fingers across my naked flesh, feeling his way along, causing me to tremble. I awaited the touch of his fingers on my pink, tumescent nether lips, however his hands stopped short, leaving me dissatisfied. 

My wet sex pulsed softly and I moaned in frustration as the man with the boyish eyes smiled innocently at me. "I've heard much about you, Odilia," he said, sedately, "I've heard from Lady Svetlana that that you were quite exquisite. I've likewise heard from a number of villagers refer to you as 'the goddess' as if you were some sort of pagan sex god. Now I can see why they say such things. Such ripe little breasts with such delightfully pink nipples, and such delectable firm thighs and pink nether lips...so swollen and wanton in your wetness. I can see why your mistress shaves you there. It would be a shame to conceal that hungry mouth of yours! Such a treasure should never be hidden!" 

"Take care, Lord Conrad," I heard Mistress Jarvinia say sharply from across the room, "Talk such as that will fortify the girl's pride. And no mistress or master ever desires a proud slave-girl." 

"You're right, of course," replied the black-clad man, looking suddenly apologetic. "I had no intentions of spoiling your slave. I assure you, she will be humbled and chastened before I leave here today." 

I moaned again and my heart filled with trepidation at his words. Exactly what did this Lord Conrad intend to do with me? 

Almost as if he had been able to hear my thoughts, Lord Conrad continued, "I have slaves of my own who have heard the tales of your slave with annoying frequency. They have grown irritated at her fame and have taken it as a personally directed insult that your slave has become renowned, while they have labored in obscurity." 

"Would those be the two girls you have brought with you, today?" 

"Precisely, Ava and Godiva. They wish to meet this pagan sex goddess for themselves." 

When next my mistress spoke, her voice was filled with a sadistic sort of mirth, "And of course Ava and Godiva will want to see the goddess humbled and taught that she is no better than we mere mortals." 

"They will," agreed Lord Conrad. "Of course this may take some time. My slave-girls will desire to be very thorough." 

Mistress Jarvinia strode forward, until she was very clear in my vision. I could see her sadistic smile quite clearly. "You may tell your slave-girls," Mistress Jarvinia said jovially, "to take as much time as they need." 

My heart filled with great apprehension and dread, and my breasts felt heavy. It is infinitely worse to be punished by a naked slave than a master or a mistress. A slave-girl in Bellavalten would have been a haughty proud princess in their own lands, but now brought low as an abject and naked slave, they would be fervently eager to ease her misery and humiliation by severely punishing, abusing and humiliating another slave should the opportunity ever be given to them. 

Mistress Jarvinia released my ankles and wrists from their bonds and then Lord Conrad led me from the room and out into the hallway with several hard spanks to my sore, naked buttocks. I was herded out into the fresh air and sunshine by Lord Conrad and into the presence of two very tall and well-muscled slave-girls. 

They had slender waists and flat bellies, much like myself, however they had powerful muscles visible in their naked thighs and calves. 

"Ava and Godiva are ponies," Lord Conrad explained. "These tall beauties pull my carriage. They are well-trained and quite exceptional." 

I had never seen female ponies before. I had seen male ponies in the village and had assumed that all ponies were male, however Ava and Godiva had impressive legs, almost the equal of any male pony. They were tall and even naked they were physically impressive. They reminded me of the tales I had heard of the tall warrior women known as Valkyries that supposedly inhabit the Northlands and watch over battlefields. 

I was fearful of what cruel punishments they might have in mind for me. 

"Godiva," Lord Conrad said to the pony with the firmest, most sculpted body of the two, "This is the slave that has been getting all the attention, the one that Lady Svetlana is mad about. What do you think of her?" 

Godiva came closer and gave me an assessing look. Her eyes were not kind as she appraised my naked body. She circled me, surveying my naked buttocks as well as my poor breasts and poor abused pink sex. My breasts heaved as I nervously awaited to see how Godiva would respond to her master. 

"She hardly seems like a goddess to me," Godiva finally said after spending much time examining my exposed nudity. "I should have thought that a goddess would have been much taller." 

Then, with disdain in her voice, Godiva spoke to me and said, "Slip your hands to the back of your neck, girl and thrust your breasts out for me. And spread your legs apart. If you are to be a sex goddess, it does not seem sensible that you would conceal your sex from those who would worship you." 

Godiva's mocking tone felt like a painful blow across my face. I obeyed this arrogant woman. We were both naked and slaves in a foreign land, however it was quite clear that her status outranked mine. 

I felt my heart beat frantically in my chest and face burn with shame as Godiva and Ava both examined my naked body and judged me as if I were on the auction block and eligible for them to place bids upon. 

Godiva took both of my painfully erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, feeling the smoothness and delicateness of my nipples before cruelly pinching them. My bosom heaved all the more from the pain that Godiva had inflicted on my poor nipples, however the naked slave-girl showed no sympathy for my pain and instead, used her right hand to spank both of my breasts. 

I cried out at this sudden assault and Godiva declared that I seemed rather sensitive for a goddess. 

Tears welled up in my eyes and I resolved not to cry out for these women a second time. I clenched my teeth tightly together and concentrated on holding the humbling position that I had been commanded to hold. 

The one named Ava placed her hand between my legs and lifted my sex as if weighing it, felt the roundness and heaviness of my pubic lips, pinched them, stroked them and said, "Very nice, plump, red, visible pubic lips, but would a goddess be absolutely bereft of pubic hair? It seems to me that this is more the pelvis of a bad little girl than a goddess." Ava then inserted two fingers into my sex, causing me to gasp. She spent a great deal of time inspecting the interior of my vagina, probing deeply, causing my legs to tremble and feel weak as she found all of the sensitive spots within my wet, pulsing sex, causing me to pant and suffer one agonizing wave of desire after another. The more I would gasp and tremble, the more Ava would laugh at my plight.   

My sex was throbbing with hungry spasms when Ava removed her fingers and left me trembling with sexual heat and frustration. 

As tears of frustration traveled silently down my face, Ava placed one hand underneath my chin and with her other stroked my wet cheek and remarked that it seemed uncharacteristic for a goddess to cry. 

"She seems far too soft and fragile to be a goddess," Godiva said to Lord Conrad. 

Then I felt Godiva's hands on my thighs, squeezing them. She applied the same attention to my calves and my buttocks. And then I felt her grip at my right buttock very tightly while she prodded at my anus. 

Godiva prodded my anus with a well-oiled finger and as I whimpered and panted, my anus was opened and the cruel girl's finger went deep inside me and explored my tight, sensitive interior. I experienced a feeling of helplessness and fear as my tight orifice was violated by the finger of this cruel slavegirl and Ava watched my face intently, immensely enjoying the misery and the tears on my face as I was tormented. 

"She's virginal," Godiva announced as her questing finger burrowed deep inside of me and twisted its way around, "Too tight for a phallus. I had hoped that we could plug her anus, however she's tight and unyielding. Her anus would need to be carefully stretched before she could be properly fitted." 

Ava wiped another tear from my face and remarked, "What of her legs?" 

"She seems resilient enough," Godiva replied. "She has strong calves and impressive thighs. If our master allows it, I think she could make a decent pony." 

Lord Conrad and Mistress Jarvinia both agreed that Ava and Godiva should test me and see if I had potential as a pony. Immediately Godiva and Ava were entrusted with leather straps, buckles, boots and all manner of adornments that they could fit onto my naked body to bind me, control me and make me their captive. 

Leather straps were used on my wrists and arms to buckle and bind my arms tightly behind my back and make me quite helpless. My arms were pulled back and my elbows bound tightly to my wrists. Godiva called this type of bondage arm harnessing and she proudly explained that it had the effect of pulling back my shoulders and thus pulling my breasts forward and displaying them more prominently. Apparently it is very important for female ponies to present their breasts so that they are conspicuously visible. Then a bit gag was used to force my mouth open and press my tongue down, silencing me, causing me to drool and making me feel even more helpless and debased. 

Next Ava and Godiva fitted leather boots onto my feet and laced them up tight to my calves. It felt odd to wear boots after having spent so many weeks and months naked and barefoot, however Ava and Godiva didn't care to give me ample time to adjust to the odd sensation. 

"Over there," Godiva said and she pointed. I followed the direction her finger had indicated and eventually my eyes rested on a maypole that sprang from the ground perhaps fifty feet from Mistress Jarvinia's dwelling. 

There had been no maypole there the day before, and I wondered when this pole had been erected. However I could ask no questions of my new overseers, as my mouth was gagged. Wordlessly, I marched towards the high maypole and waited for Ava and Godiva to begin my inevitable ordeal. 

"Hold still now, Odilia," Lord Conrad ordered and then he grasped a leather collar that hung from a long, leather ribbon. The collar was buckled around my neck so that my chin was forced up. The other end of the leather ribbon was attached to an iron ring at the top of the maypole. Thus I was forcibly wedded to the maypole until Lord Conrad or one of my disciplinarians deemed that I should be set free from this device. 

"You shall now run around the maypole in a circle," Lord Conrad explained. "Ava and Godiva shall observe your performance and correct you if you're deficient in any way." 

"Of course, if you're a true goddess, you should master the gait of a pony with ease," Ava added as she stood intimately close and held up a leather paddle where I could see it clearly. And while I now feared Ava and Godiva and the control they held over me, my heart beat fast at the thought of it. I liked the coldness and the sharpness of these girls. Suddenly I wanted them to be cruel to me. 

"Would you care to stay and observe?" Mistress Jarvinia inquired of Lord Conrad, "It could be most diverting to watch as young Odilia is instructed by your ponies." With my chin held up so high, I could not clearly see my Mistress's face, however her tone of voice hinted at a perverse desire to take pleasure in my torment. 

"It would be diverting, I am certain," proclaimed Lord Conrad, "However I am likewise certain that your young Hansel, with his exquisite buttocks and firm thighs would be quite a diversion as well. I should like very much to have him presented to me." 

"I had no idea you were interested in Hansel," Mistress Jarvinia replied, "You had never said." 

"Oh yes," exclaimed Lord Conrad. "In his own way, he is just as famous as your Odilia." 

My Mistress led Lord Conrad into the house and then Ava and Godiva turned the entirety of their attention to me. 

"It's a shame your anus is so tight," Ava proclaimed, "You would have looked so enchanting with a phallus wedged deep in your anus and a horsetail protruding from your firm buttocks." 

"Still, she has beautiful buttocks," Godiva ventured. "Even without the tail, I imagine she may make a pleasing pony." 

"Let us determine her worth as a pony right now," Ava responded. Then to me, she sternly ordered, "March forward, Odilia!" 

Ava spanked my naked buttocks with her leather paddle and my legs carried me forward. Following the instructions of Lord Conrad, I made my way around the maypole in a circle, keeping my chin held up as the leather collar forced me to hold my chin that way. 

"Lift those knees," Godiva admonished me, and then she spanked my poor, naked buttocks with her paddle as well. 

"Lift them higher," called out Ava and then she made certain to spank my poor bottom when it came into range. 

"Do it with vigor," admonished Godiva. "A pony is supposed to be brisk and lively!" 

I lifted my knees as high as I was able and hurried around the maypole at an earnest pace. My backside had already been burning even before I had been turned over to Ava and Godiva. I had no desire to give these two girls a reason to spank my poor reddened bottom and thighs and intensify the pain to an even greater intensity. 

And then Godiva ordered me to slow to a trot. I was uncertain how fast a trot was and both Ava and Godiva chastised me and inflamed my poor bottom with their paddles until I learned the proper pace for a trot. Of course they also scolded me for failing to raise my knees to the proper height. Tears welled up in my eyes and flowed freely down my face as the two malicious girls made me gallop and trot and spanked my sore, abused buttocks at every opportunity. 

I sobbed and felt humiliated as Ava and Godiva forced me to run around the maypole again and again, my poor backside hurting as wicked slavegirls used their leather paddles to correct my form if I was deficient in any way. 

"A good pony doesn't need to constantly be told to keep her knees up," Godiva yelled and delivered another hard slap to my buttocks with her paddle. We shall have to keep correcting you until you do it properly!" 

It seemed that my two stern overseers, worked me for hours. My thighs and calves ached from the demanding exercise that I'd be forced to perform. I was panting and my naked body covered in sweat, when the two demanding women finally allowed me to cease galloping around the maypole and released me from the leather collar that had been holding my chin so high. 

I stood naked before my two tormenters, panting, with the bit-gag lodged tightly in my open mouth, my breasts heaving. 

"I believe you're good enough to be a pony," Ava conceded, "but you're no goddess." 

"She'd need to be properly trained," Godiva offered as I continued to pant. "Do you suppose Mistress Jarvinia and our master would allow us to train her?" 

"Ask Lord Conrad," Ava suggested. "You're his favorite. If you ask, he'll be more likely to give us permission." 

I whimpered and tears welled up in my eyes. I had no desire to be trained by these two harsh, malevolent slave-girls, however I was gagged and helpless. I couldn't even speak a word of objection to these fiendish girls. 

"What shall we do with the little girl while we wait for our master?" Ava inquired. "We certainly cannot just allow her stand there with nothing to occupy her attention." 

My heart beat painfully fast in my chest at these words. Whatever these slavegirls decided to do with me, would be nothing to my benefit. I squirmed as I watched Ava and Godiva determine what was to be my eventual fate. 

"I know what our little girl needs," Godiva proclaimed and she proceeded to search through the items that Lord Conrad had provided for her. When she had completed her search, she held up two silver clamps up where Ava and I could view them. 

I whimpered as Godiva took hold of my right breast and painfully gripped the base of my areola with one hand and then with her other hand, she snapped a silver clamp upon my already swollen and erect nipple. 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 09



"This should keep our little girl from getting too bored," Godiva proclaimed and I gasped at the pain of the silver clamp upon my poor defenseless nipple and within an instant, Godiva had snapped a silver clamp shut upon my left nipple as well. I whimpered and panted at the nagging torment of those cruel silver jaws biting into my sensitive, throbbing nipples, however neither Ava nor Godiva seemed to be the least bit bothered by my distress. 

"She looks much more regal, with her jewelry," Ava observed. "We should make her thank us for such a gift." 

The gag in my mouth prevented me from making any affronted remarks, which was likely to my benefit. If I were I to make any bitter remarks towards Ava, she would no doubt have punished me most cruelly. 

Godiva removed the gag from my mouth, however before I could utter a sound, she forced her mouth against mine, kissing me passionately and probing my mouth deeply with her tongue. The painful throbbing in my abused nipples intensified as Godiva pressed her naked body firmly up against my vulnerable breasts. 

"You will thank Ava and me properly," Godiva proclaimed gravely, "Or else I shall make you run for me, and with that jewelry on your nipples, your nipples will hurt quite a bit more than they're hurting now." 

I dreaded the prospect of being forced to run while these silver clamps bit into my sensitive nipples. I knew from experience that any movement would cause the pain of the clamps to become more intense. 

A barely audible moan escaped my lips and I uttered my thanks to these two cruel women for the horrible, biting tormentors that currently decorated my breasts. 

"A proper thanks," Godiva admonished me, slapping one of my poor, abused breasts. Then she ordered me to get down on my knees. 

I collapsed to the ground, exhausted and barely managed to keep from falling on my side. I spread my knees far apart in an effort to maintain balance and looked up at my merciless captor. 

Godiva's wet, pungent sex was mere inches from my face and her labia were clearly swollen and her thighs were spread apart. Her intent seemed clear. I was to lick my tormentor to orgasm. 

"Now, little girl," Godiva proclaimed, "You are in a position to thank me properly." 

I opened my mouth wide and breathed in the scent of Godiva's sex. Mistress Jarvinia had given me an intense education on using my mouth and tongue to bring pleasure to a woman. It didn't truly matter who Godiva was. I was a slavegirl and I knew what to do when a commanding woman thrust her inflamed nether lips intently towards my face. 

I began to lick at Godiva's sex. I lapped in long, slow strokes at her pubic lips and was rewarded with a feminine gasp. I thrust my tongue into the furrow between the cruel woman's pubic lips and located the hard, swollen nub of Godiva's clitoris. Godiva held my held and forced it firmly against her sex and she breathed heatedly and commanded me to use my mouth with greater passion. 

Godiva's orgasm was sudden and intense. Her sex throbbed and spasmed as my face was pushed firmly against her clitoris. Her orgasm broke in waves, and I was unable to breathe as Godiva's sex was pushed with great force against my open mouth. Godiva gave a guttural cry as her passion finally reached its peak and she fell to the ground, overcome with the intensity of her orgasmic release. 

My own sex was throbbing with need, however the cruel woman had no intention of seeing to the shrill, maddening pulse in between my widespread legs. I was there to give pleasure, not receive it. 

"Now, child," Ava said rigidly, "You shall thank me as well." 

My poor nipples continued to throb with intense pain as Ava gripped my long hair and pulled me forward. She presented her wet pubic lips before my eyes and I thrust my tongue into her hot, salty vagina. I could hear Ava sighing, while Godiva called out from nearby, "That's right, little girl! Show me what you're capable of!" 

Ava's moist, pink sex was different from Godiva's. She was saltier and her juices gushed out of her like juice from a berry. I felt the smoothness of Ava's naked thighs on either side of my face as she thrust her hips into my face. There was a desperate, passionate moaning and I plunged my tongue deeply into Ava's vagina and stroked her clitoris when Ava released her hold on my long hair. I licked at her clitoris, pulling the hood back and then licking at the exposed nub, licking and kissing and sucking it, causing Ava to go into a frenzy of moans and gasps. 

When both girls were sated, Godiva yanked the silver clamps from my abused and aching nipples, causing me to howl with a sudden flare of agony. The pain of having the damnable things yanked off was far more intense than when Godiva initially clamped them on. 

 

"Aaaaahh!" I cried out in agony, however my distress was nothing more than a source of amusement for Godiva. 

When Lord Conrad and Mistress Jarvinia returned to find me, Godiva reported that I could make a passable pony and requested that she be allowed to train me. 

"Absolutely not," Mistress Jarvinia declared flatly. "I need Odilia here, not harnessed to a chariot." 

Then to Lord Conrad she said, "If you wish to allow your ponies to come to my home once a month to paddle Odilia and teach her humility that could be arranged, however she shall stay here with me. I have no intention to allow her to become part of your stable." 

Lord Conrad acquiesced, saying, "Of course." 

I sighed deeply, relieved that I would not be taken away and trained by those two wicked slavegirls, however before Lord Conrad left, he requested that I be placed in my mistress's pillory and he be given a chance to examine me himself. 

My mistress saw no reason to refuse his simple request and soon my arms were unbound, my boots removed and I was led over to the pillory. 

Mistress Jarvinia raised the split cross bar of the yoke and ordered me to bend over and place my neck and wrists into the indentations of the lower half. 

I felt a sense of utter helplessness and vulnerability as Mistress Jarvinia lowered the top half and locked the yoke, trapping my wrists and neck. Now I was utterly helpless to protect or even see the lower portions of my body. 

My naked buttocks protruded where Lord Conrad and his slavegirls could gaze at them intently and then my mistress ordered me to spread my legs wide, leaving my anus and my throbbing sex vulnerable and well exposed. 

"You may examine her now, Conrad," my mistress invited, "Her charms are very much laid bare and on display." 

I could not see any part of Lord Conrad as he approached me, however I could hear the sound of his boots crunching down upon weeds and grasses as he drew closer. Fingers stroked the welts and sore places on my buttocks and then there was the unexpected sensation of something cold and oily being smeared into the sensitive flesh of my anus. Then my buttocks were pried apart, my anus was forced open and I felt a finger thrust into me. 

"She is very tight," I heard Lord Conrad say as his finger probed and twisted inside of me. "Have you never allowed a man to open her anus with his cock? It does wonder to teach a slave humility." 

"I have been teaching her to use her mouth to please a woman," my mistress said, "She is a woman's slave after all." 

"Yes, I see your point, nevertheless I would pay a great amount if I could watch as Hansel take his exquisite cock and used it to open her anus wide. She's far too tight for that right now. There are ways of opening her up of course." 

"I am well aware of that," my mistress replied without enthusiasm. 

I couldn't see the expression on Lord Conrad's face, however he sounded full of bravado as he countered my mistress's indifference and affirmed, "I will pay you six gold pieces if you open up Odilia wide enough that she can take Hansel's magnificent organ inside of her. And I shall pay you another six gold pieces if you allow me to watch as Hansel spears Odilia's anus with his cock." 

It was a shockingly large amount of money. Lord Conrad must have been insane to offer such an outrageous amount simply to see my anus violated by Hansel's manhood. I felt an overwhelming wave of panic wash over me at the possibility that my mistress would allow such a thing to happen. My anus was so small and so delicate that I shuddered as it was penetrated by Lord Conrad's questing finger. And Hansel's cock was far broader than the slender finger that was currently probing deep of inside me. 

So great was my fear of having my tender aperture opened painfully wide by Hansel's impressively wide organ that I trembled and called out, "Mistress! Please do not allow him to do this thing! I beg of you!!" 

"What?" Mistress Jarvinia snapped with genuine outrage. "You dare beg me before Lord Conrad? Wretched, wretched girl!"  

Lord Conrad's finger continued to wriggle impudently inside me, teasing my tight channel until my anus clenched against it. Then he pulled his finger free from my tight orifice so suddenly that I whined with quiet alarm. 

Two fingers entered me next, twisting and hurting. My eyes welled up with tear and I whimpered as the man's finger's abused my tender, delicate, tight fissure. At long last Lord Conrad removed his probing digits from deep in my anus, however my relief was short-lived as my taut, naked buttocks became the recipient of half a dozen savage blows delivered by my outraged mistress. 

"You will be opened up, wretched girl," Mistress Jarvinia informed me. "And you will accept Hansel's cock in your anus for the entertainment of Lord Conrad!" 

I whimpered at this. I had lived in Mistress Jarvinia's house for well over ten months and had believed that I had suffered every torment that she and Darina had to offer, however this new humiliation was somehow more distressing than any abuse that had been inflicted upon me thus far. 

"And you shall be punished for that disgraceful display in front of my guest. Darina will be taking you directly to the place of public punishment. Perhaps being punished by the common folk of the village will teach my bad girl to keep her tongue still and to accept her punishments with no voice!" 

I remained there, locked in the pillory while Mistress Jarvinia went to fetch Darina. For several moments, I felt my heart beat too fast and I knew fear. I was to be cruelly punished and even the beggars and the common louts about town would be there to witness it. 

And yet, it was a delicious fear. I felt a pulsing fire in my loins as I waited for Darina to drag me off to the village and hand my helpless nudity over to be punished by strangers and cruel villagers. My many months of captivity under the sadistic control of Mistress Jarvinia had transformed my passions and now my sex throbbed with hungry spasms and my nipples hardened at the agonizing thought of being helpless and naked at the hands of sadistic strangers.



The Story of Odilia Ch. 10



After being released from the pillory I was ordered to stand and clasp my hands behind my back and to silently wait for Mistress Jarvinia to fetch Darina, so that I might be led to the Place of Public Punishment. 

I was made to stand there and look out at the fields and groves of trees for a considerable amount of time. Strangely, I did not care. 

When Darina's hands came, they were methodical, crossing my wrists to wind around them band after band of stout cord, constantly crisscrossing and knotting into a complex of bindings I knew I could never untie. The final, vicious knot was tugged tight where my fingers could not reach and was a silent announcement of my helplessness and Darina's mastery over me. 

The peasant girl's strong hands grabbed at me and forced me to turn around. When at last I was facing Darina, her thumbs and forefingers grasped at my vulnerable nipples and I whimpered when they were quite cruelly pinched. 

"I'm taking you to the Place of Public Punishment, Princess," Darina said in a cruel tone of voice, "They know how to treat bad little girls like you there. They'll make certain that do penance for disappointing Lord Conrad and his well-behaved ponies." 

Darina berated me while she forced me to walk in front of her through the forest. She repeatedly told me how I truly deserved to suffer at the hands of the common peasants in the village and how they would cruelly discipline me for my behavior. 

It was frightening walking naked through the forest. The thick growth of trees made it difficult to see the path and there were sounds all around me, from the moaning of the wind in the trees to the rustle of small animals in the brush. 

Things were constantly touching my naked skin; winged insects, tree branches, spider webs, leaves, brush, sometimes smacking quite painfully into my thighs or my defenseless breasts, I longed to use my hands to protect them, however they were helplessly bound behind me. 

I attempted to walk carefully, barefoot and without hands it was difficult to keep my balance as the ground beneath my feet shifted and changed constantly, forcing me to readjust my footing. Stones, ground-hugging vines, thorns, branches and roots were all mighty challenges for a naked and barefoot slave-girl to negotiate. However when I would slow my pace overly much, Darina would smack my bare buttocks with a leather strap, urging me to make my through the forest at a much faster pace. 

And making my poor buttocks sting was not enough for the cruel girl. As I walked through the forest, she abused me with her words as well. 

""You are going to be opened up, Princess," Darina mocked as I was forced to walk in front of her. "I don't know why Mistress Jarvinia has neglected that tight passage between your buttocks for so long, however that oversight shall end today!" 

Mistress Jarvinia had spanked my breasts and my buttocks, she had used paddles and leather straps cruelly on my bare skin, she had given me to sodomite women and made me use my mouth to lick at their moist pubic lips and suck at their swollen clitoris, however my anus had never once been abused by her. 

And now, lamentably, my previously sacrosanct anus was finally to be violated as well. My eyes welled up with hot tears at the thought of it. 

"To the left, girl! Left," the wretched girl admonished me when we entered the cobblestoned streets of the village. Rather than heading directly to the place of Public Punishment, she herded down a crowded street and to a shop that I had never seen before. 

"Inside, Princess," Darina snapped at me when I hesitated outside the entrance and she struck at my already reddened, sore buttocks with her leather strap, hastening me forward. 

Inside the shop, a shopkeeper, his wife and daughter gazed intently upon my breasts and my sex before taking note of the peasant girl who was driving me forward. 

When the shopkeeper realized that it was in Darina's charge, he spoke to her with deference and complimented her on having such an attractive slave. 

There was a brief exchange of and then the shopkeeper attempted to interest Darina in a variety of items he sold to strip away the freedom and dignity of naked slave-girls and boys. 

There were painful clips to adorn a slave's nipples, chastity belts, paddles, leather cuffs, chains and other detestable items which all seemed to be designed to make a naked slave feel even more helpless. 

However Darina had no interest in any of those items, instead inquiring about items that might be used to impale my anus and open it wider. 

"Of course," the shopkeeper responded with a disheartening amount of enthusiasm. His daughter was sent to fetch items that might be used to penetrate my poor anus and I was ordered to bend over so that the shopkeepers wife might inspect the orifice that they wished to widen. 

I was made to bend over a wooden chair and spread my legs very wide, giving the shopkeepers wife an unrivaled view of my bare buttocks and the tight furrow between them. 

The daughter returned with a leather case and I trembled at the thought of being opened up by this woman. For reasons I could not explain, I dreaded to be impaled this way, however I was helpless to do anything to prevent it. 

Apparently there was some sort of thick ointment of cream in that leather case, as I soon felt the wife's fingers pressing against my anus with a wet, cold substance coating them. I panted and made noises of distress as she stroked my anus with her oily fingers and prepared to stab her fingers into me. 

"Shhhh...don't give in to panic little princess," the wife admonished me softly, "Relax your anus. Open up for my fingers. If you tense up, I will have to force you open, and that will hurt more." 

The woman's voice was soothing and I attempted to abide by her instructions. 

"That's it, lovely girl," the woman said, as I relaxed my anus and she was at last successful in sliding her slippery finger inside of me. 

I found myself wanting to please this woman and I attempted to relax and open myself up as her finger probed inside of me. It still made me feel helpless and defiled to have my anus opened and invaded, however I desperately wanted this woman's approval, although I could not explain why I should feel this way. 

"You're a mere child," the woman exclaimed as her finger twisted and squirmed around inside of me, "No one has ever claimed your anus before." 

"That is precisely the problem," Darina claimed. "My mistress means to have her ravished and violated for the entertainment of a lord, however she is far too virginal." 

Darina's words were harsh, however the wife's voice remained soft. 

"We shall have to start her on one of the smaller phalluses," she proclaimed, and her finger was removed, however I soon felt her applying more cream and prying me open with her fingers before a phallus was slid into the passageway that her finger had so recently vacated. The phallus seemed so much larger than her finger, however the shopkeeper's wife spoke to me soothingly and assured me that I could manage it. 

"She should be impaled on that every day for at least two weeks," the wife explained to Darina. "When she's sufficiently widened, you can mount her on this larger one." 

Darina bought the phallus that I was impaled on as well as five larger phalluses. The largest one was very nearly as thick as my wrist and the thought of being impaled upon it frightened me even more than being impaled on Hansel's cock. 

There was a metallic clatter of coins and then the fearsome devices belonged to Darina. I was certain that she would use them on me with cruel delight. I felt opened and far more vulnerable now and my anus seemed to throb around the foreign thing that had been thrust inside of me. 

I was made to stand upright and the shopkeeper informed Darina that I could be managed easier if she were to purchase a collar and leash to lead me about. Darina thanked him for his advice, however declined to spend any more money in his shop. 

When we were once again standing on the cobblestone street, Darina grabbed at the base of the phallus and pushed the shaft deeper inside of me. I gasped at the sudden feeling of being speared even deeper and Darina breathed into my ear, "If you should let this fall out, I shall be very disappointed and angry at you, Princess." 

I nodded and replied, "Yes, Mistress," humiliated at having to use the honorific when speaking to a mere peasant girl. 

Darina herded me to the Place of Public Punishment and I somehow felt even more naked and humiliated with the phallic device jutting obscenely from my anus. It marked me as somehow lower and more degraded than other slaves who were not thus impaled.   

"This way, Princess," Darina commanded me, pointing to a row of pillories. For reasons I did not understand, the pillories were Darina's favorite part of the Place of Public Punishment, however when I reached that destination, every pillory was occupied by a naked slave. I had an unobstructed view of at least a dozen naked buttocks that had been paddled, strapped or whipped. Most of them belonged to princesses, however there was one sobbing prince whose naked buttocks and thighs had been severely reddened and even welted in spots. 

Darina impatiently waited for a naked princess to be released from a pillory, so that I might be yoked into one, however it seemed as if none of their tormentors was in a hurry to release them from their humiliating captivity. 

Finally, Darina ordered me to walk past the pillories and deeper into the crowds. As we walked past, I saw one unfortunate pilloried princess whose legs had been forced far apart and she was being tormented with a sadistic a hand between her widespread thighs. A cruel village girl stroked and teased the poor princess's sex, however the princess was never permitted to reach climax. The naked girl moaned distressing and her hips convulsed in a shameful manner, however her tormenter took no notice, driving the naked princess to feverish levels of libidinous passion and then leaving her in tears and sexual torment. 

Eventually I was marched to a row of stages with vertical poles ascending up from them. The poles were thick and sturdy and a series of naked princesses were bound helplessly between several of them. There was also a young, handsome naked prince bound between two poles. His organ was hard and erect and he was being tormented by a harsh woman with a leather strap. She whipped his hard cock, his firm little belly, his chest and his nipples. The poor prince was undone and tears of humiliation and stinging agony flowed down his handsome face. 

Darina untied the cords that bound my arms behind my back and ordered me to climb up onto one of the unoccupied stages. 

"Up you go, Princess," Darina commanded, pointing to the unoccupied stage. "Step lively now!" 

I stood between the poles and was made to raise my arms so that Darina could tie my wrists to iron rings set high up in each pole. Then my ankles were dragged far apart by Darina and she then tied my ankles to iron rings set into the floor. Within a matter of seconds, I was spread wide, completely vulnerable and utterly helpless. 

A crowd of leering villagers formed as Darina was affixing me between the poles. One of the village-girls gazed intently at me and gleefully declared, "I've been waiting for this delectable princess to return!" 

With a feeling of delicious dread I recognized her as Frieda. She had tormented and abused me the last time I had been taken to the Place of Public Punishment. And now here I was naked, spread wide, completely vulnerable and helpless before her. 

Darina smiled wickedly and stepped off the stage. She greeted Frieda and seemed overjoyed at her presence. The two girls spoke of the importance of stripping away all vestiges of pride and haughtiness away from naked princesses such as myself. Frieda gazed openly at my wet, pulsing sex and my defenseless breasts and I felt a delicious sense of fear. My heart beat too fast and there was a pulsing fire in my loins as I knew this dreadful girl was soon to punish and torment my naked body and even the beggars and common louts of the town would be able to witness it. 

The crowd laughed as Frieda stepped up onto the stage and Darina encouraged Frieda to examine the phallus that was jutting out from between my buttocks. I groaned and panted as Frieda grasped the free end of the instrument and played with it, sliding it out and then pushing it back in with great force, causing me to rise up on the balls of my feet and struggle against my bondage. 

"She doesn't seem to enjoy it," observed Frieda and the crowd laughed as she twisted and pushed on the thing that impaled me, causing me to gasp and make loud noises of distress. There was much girlish laughter as Darina and Frieda continued to abuse my speared anus, however they soon decided that it was time to torment me in another way. 

Frieda had a leather whip which she displayed for the crowd's approval and announced that it would soon be used to decorate my naked skin. The crowd shouted words of approval and encouragement to Frieda and within seconds I felt the first blow of Frieda's whip. 

The first stroke wrapped around my waist and the second stroke left a stinging stripe of fire across my thigh. 

I cried out in pain and felt the tears welling up in my eyes almost immediately. Frieda's whip was a wicked thing and hurt much worse than the leather strap that Darina used. 

Then the third stroke came down across the furrow between my buttocks, causing the phallus inside of me to churn and squirm as if it were alive. 

My eyes grew wide in shock at this unexpected assault and I screamed in pain and outrage. The crowd seemed to enjoy my screams of pain and distress and they cheered and encouraged Frieda to whip me again. 

Frieda needed no encouragement and the next two blows struck me across the back, between my shoulders. 

The next seven blows of Frieda's whip came down across my already tender buttocks. The misery in my bottom seemed to build with every stinging stroke. Frieda was a cruel girl and was always eager and willing to find a way to torment a naked slavegirl like me. 

When the blows ceased, I panted and began to relax my shoulders and hips as I had understood this to mean the whipping was over. 

However when a sigh of relief escaped my lips, Frieda's whip lashed through the air and added one more stinging blow to my already reddened bottom. I let out a yelp of pain and surprise and looked over my shoulder at the young girl who had just whipped my bare flesh. The mischievous grin on her face told me that she had deliberately tricked me into thinking the whipping was over before she struck that last blow. 

My naked body shuddered with sobbing as Frieda walked around the stage and then stood in front of me. 

"You will remember me," the wicked girl declared loud enough for the entire crowd to hear and then I felt her rough fingers touching my exposed, defenseless, and wet, pulsing sex. I writhed and attempted to close my legs together, however the tight ropes around my ankles defeated my desperate efforts. 

Her fingers stroked between my pubic lips. I whimpered and squirmed, however Frieda did as she pleased with my naked sex. My already wet sex was swelling, hungering for the touch of this cruel girl's fingers. Then she forced her strong fingers deep into my hot, wet pubis, causing my sex to throb and spasm maddeningly and once again she insisted, "You will remember me, Princess." 

"I will remember you, Mistress," I replied finally, my voice choked with sobs. Then, the wicked girl left the stage and I was left moaning in in sexual torment as my sex throbbed with hungry spasms. 

While I surrendered to my misery, a nobleman in the crowd raised his voice to be hear above the babbling of the loutish rustics. 

"Give this little one a turn," he called out, and every head turned to see a naked slavegirl, her arms folded behind her back, her legs far apart and a look of dismay and mortification on her face. 

"Lord Bernhard," Darina called out to the nobleman, "You wish for your slavegirl to be punished next?" 

"She has been wonderfully punished already," the nobleman replied, jovially, and I could see marks upon her thighs and breasts that alluded to a recent and painful punishment, "However I wish for her to be given a chance to punish your slave. It does wonders to teach a slave humility, when they are punished by another naked slave. It is infinitely more humbling than when a slave is punished by a freeman or freewoman!" 

The crowd cheered and called out in support of the idea and with very little effort, Lord Bernhard was able to convince Darina to hand her leather strap over to Lord Bernhard's naked slave. 

When the naked slavegirl stood before me with Darina's leather strap, her eyes were down, and I could see the modest curl of pubic hair between her legs and the swelling pink nipples of her bosom. 

"I am very sorry, Princess," the girl whispered so softly that neither her master, nor Darina could hear her then she stepped behind me. 

Darina and Lord Bernhard joined the front of the crowd to better view my punishment, and then Lord Bernhard instructed the girl to be very cruel and to whip me very hard for the entertainment of the crowds. 

The way this naked girl whipped me was nothing like what I had come to expect from Frieda. This slavegirl had no favorite target on my body to punish, but rather seemed to whip me all over. Her leather strap wrapped around my shoulders, stung the hollow between my shoulder and my breasts, reddened the backs of my poor thighs, stung my breasts, whipped my firm little belly and buttocks, and even slapped at my exposed wet sex with her wicked leather strap. 

My pubic lips became redder and more inflamed as the stinging strap licked at them, I cried out in pain and Lord Bernhard; much satisfied; ordered his slavegirl to whip my sex with the leather strap again. 

I could feel my nether lips puffing, the moisture squirting, the stinging slaps sounding wetter and wetter. The naked slavegirl did not stop striking me there until Lord Bernhard told her to stop. 

I screamed and screamed, much to the amusement of the crowds. 

When the whipping ceased, the naked princess did not mock me. Her bare feet merely carried her off the stage and she respectfully returned the leather strap to Darina's hands, then she was made to kneel and softly kiss Darina's boots. 

When Darina untied me from the posts, I had hoped that she meant to return me to Mistress Jarvinia's home, however I soon learned that she only meant to march me over to the pillories, as she had spied two that were unoccupied. 

I was compelled to stand in front of one and bend over at the waist and stand with my legs indecently far apart and then to place my neck and wrists into the awaiting half circles of the pillory's yoke. 

The upper yoke came down with a loud thump to hold me helplessly in place. Unseen, a woman walked up behind me and I felt her hands on my poor, stinging buttocks. I whimpered as my sore flesh was kneaded and fondled, and Darina ordered me to keep my legs far apart, so that my sex would be exposed to any lowborn villager that might come walking by. 

I was surprised to see Lady Svetlana at the place of Public Punishment. For some reason I did not expect to see any great ladies at such a place. She greeted Darina and then she introduced Lucinda. Lucinda was an attractive girl, in the employ of Lord Ivan and Lady Svetlana's home. 

"And this naked princess is Odilia," Lady Svetlana explained to her servant girl. "I had attempted to purchase her at auction, however Mistress Jarvinia ended up winning out in the end." 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 10



"I can see why you desired her," Lucinda replied, and then she proceeded to examine me at length, commenting on my legs and my buttocks. She claimed that both were exquisite to look at then took my poor reddened thighs and buttocks in her hands and handled them, testing them for firmness and commenting that my skin was quite soft, however my muscles were quite firm. 

I whimpered as she handled my sore flesh and then I felt mortified and exposed as she noticed the phallus jutting out from my anus, however she soon lost interest in that and instead commented on my pubic lips, which she declared were very visible, moist and plump. 

"Would you like to spank her?" Darina asked the servant girl and I immediately detested Darina for inquiring. Of course Lucinda saw no reason why she should not spank my poor, stinging bottom and she took up a position behind me where I could not see what sort of paddle, strap or whip she might be holding. 

And much to my surprise; while Lucinda stood behind me and prepared to punish my bare skin; Lady Svetlana knelt down and gently stroked my face with one hand before reaching out and clasping my face firmly with both of hands and kissing me deeply. 

I heard the crack of leather on my bare skin and felt the stinging blows as Lucinda spanked me severely. I cried and sobbed as stinging blows rained down on my naked skin, however my cries were muffled as Lady Svetlana pressed her soft lips firmly against mine and her tongue probed the interior of my mouth. 

I passively allowed Lady Svetlana's tongue to probe my mouth and caress my tongue. It was such an intimate act, it drew much of my attention away from the stinging pain of my much-abused buttocks. My naked buttocks were still being spanked quite cruelly, however the warm, insistent tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, somehow seemed of greater importance than the painful blows across my defenseless bottom. 

My cries of pain sounded to me like soft moans and Lady Svetlana's fingers clutched at me even more firmly and stinging leather cracked loudly across my naked skin once more. 

Lucinda flailed my poor, stinging buttocks and the backs of my thighs. I stamped my bare feet, however that did nothing to alleviate the pain as the leather strap snapped at my naked defenseless flesh. 

I moaned into Lady Svetlana's mouth as she plunged her tongue deeper and more forcefully inside my open mouth and was aware of her soft, feminine lips moving against mine. I noted with certainty that her kiss was much softer than any of the lords, grooms or princes back at the castle. And although I moaned in pain at Lucinda's abuse of my poor bottom, I could not help but feel excitement and a tingle of anticipation as Lady Svetlana's tongue, moving ever so slowly, explored my mouth. 

Lucinda finally stopped when Lady Svetlana's tongue withdrew from my mouth and her lips separated from mine. When the punishment was over, I was panting and gasping for breath. 

"What do you think of her?" Lady Svetlana asked her servant-girl. 

"She's a joy to spank," Lucinda responded and then I felt her pat my naked bottom affectionately. "Her buttocks are very firm and well-shaped and she's delightfully responsive when she's punished. I can understand why both you and Mistress Jarvinia wanted her." 

"She is a joy," Lady Svetlana agreed. "I was quite disappointed when Mistress Jarvinia took this prize for her household, instead of me taking her for mine." 

"There were a great number of slaves on the auction block that day," Lucinda commented, "You could have always bid on another." 

It seemed that there was a long, extended silence and then, Lady Svetlana finally replied, "None of the others enchanted me quite the way this one did, such an apt little slave." 

I felt a passionate desire to belong to this woman and wished fervently that I could speak of my own preferences, however such words would be deemed an insult to Mistress Jarvinia and would earn me more punishments. 

And with my head and hands helplessly locked in the pillory, I could not see the fingers that plunged into my hot pubis, probing deep inside my throbbing sex, however I somehow guessed that those fingers belonged to Lady Svetlana. 

I cried out as Lady Svetlana's fingers explored the interior of my vagina, hoping desperately that they would do more than merely tease and torment. I spread my thighs ever wider, giving her greater access and rose up on the balls of my feet, suggestively raising my bottom up higher. 

"So responsive," Lady Svetlana said approvingly, "So alive! How many slaves on the auction block had her passion?" 

And then she grabbed at the phallus sticking out from my anus and pushed upon it, driving it deeper inside me, while simultaneously probing my vagina with her fingers. My loins were a riot of confusion as I was speared in two places at once and the sensations in my throbbing sex and the sensations in my tight anal cavity seemed to merge and become as one. 

I let out a long raw moan as I was opened and probed in this way. Lady Svetlana caused overwhelming turmoil in such intimate and sensitive portions of my anatomy, then she laughed at my shuddering, moaning, trembling reactions and said, "Yes, very responsive!" 

Since I had become a naked slave, my sex had been constantly wet and throbbing with need. Gretel and Maleen were similarly afflicted. Many of the slave-girls at the castle suffered from the same fate. I was no different from scores of other slave-girls in Queen Eleanor's kingdom, however Lady Svetlana seemed to have a special affection for me. 

"And Jarvinia was so right in her decision to shave her slaves. Her slave girls look so much more naked and exposed like this!" 

And as she impaled me with her fingers and the phallus, my vagina and my anus both spasmed in concert. The thrusting became more rapid and intense and I wept and sobbed and stamped my bare feet, as the strong, demanding fingers and the cock-shaped phallus seemed to fill me and overwhelm me, bringing me closer and closer to climax. 

I panted and sobbed, certain that Lady Svetlana would withdraw her fingers before I could reach my peak and leave me in sexual torment, however she continued to thrust her fingers into my throbbing sex until I had reached my pinnacle and she brought me to a loud, whimpering, trembling, spasming orgasm. 

My wrists had chafed from squirming and pulling against the pillory's round openings and I was still sweaty and panting after my feverish orgasm. Lady Svetlana wiped wet tears away from my face; tears of sexual release; and she quite calmly said to me, "I shall see you again, little slave-girl."



The Story of Odilia Ch. 11



"Come over my knee, girl," Darina commanded me, "And be quick about it. I'm going to spank you." 

Darina was just a peasant girl, and I was the daughter of the king and queen of Schwabia. However I was forced to obey this simple peasant as I was a tribute to Queen Eleanor and fate had decreed that I be forced to serve my time in Queen Eleanor's kingdom serving Mistress Jarvinia and her servant girl, Darina. 

In an attempt to appeal to any sense of fairness Darina might possess, I approached her timidly and queried, "But why must I be spanked?" 

I stood naked and defenseless before the cruel peasant girl and added weakly, "I've done everything you've asked me to." 

"You must be spanked because I enjoy it," Darina responded sharply, and I was made to stretch myself out over Darina's lap, my bare sex pressed against the wool of Darina's tunic, my pulsing sex throbbed with need and Darina's words made my libidinous passions all the more intense. Since leaving my homeland, my passions had become transformed, and now it excited me to be punished and treated cruelly by a harsh mistress such as Darina or Jarvinia. 

I looked down upon my hands and tears began to well up in my eyes. I knew that my naked buttocks were very much on display for the cruel girl that that had ordered me across her lap and while I lay there trembling, she proclaimed, "As long as you live in Mistress Jarvinia's home, you may rely on being spanked by me every morning." 

I was stunned by the unfairness of it. Gretel, Hansel and Maleen were all slaves in Mistress Jarvinia's home and were all subject to Darina's cruel discipline, however they were required to give some offense or fail the mistress in some way before they were to be punished. I was the only slave in Mistress Jarvinia's home to be punished simply because Darina would enjoy it. 

Because Darina enjoyed the task of spanking my naked flesh, she savored the experience leisurely. First her hands would touch my naked buttocks and feel the smoothness of my skin. Then she would squeeze my buttocks as if testing their firmness and her fingers would dip down into the furrow between my buttocks and probe at my anus, prodding it with her fingers and reminding me how Hansel would one day fill my anus with his massive cock. 

I whimpered at such cruel words, however my sex still throbbed at such unkind words and my exposed sex was drenched in my own fluids. The peasant girl then pinched me on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. When I gasped convulsively, Darina informed me that she enjoyed my sounds of distress. 

"I love to hear you moan and sob, Princess," Darina proclaimed, "You must always make such sounds like that when I punish you." 

Darina was such a stupid peasant girl. I could not prevent myself from moaning, sobbing and whimpering if I tried, however I dared not speak such words to her. Such words of disrespect would earn me even greater punishments. 

Then without warning, Darina's punishing hand swatted my naked skin with amazing force. It cracked down on my bare buttocks, making me squirm and causing me to make gasping and whimpering sounds of distress. The stinging blows rained down quickly on my naked flesh, forcing sobs from my girlish lips and making Darina laugh in delight. 

"I so enjoy those sounds, my naked princess! Please do make more sounds like that," she urged me and then she gave me words of praise when the stinging slaps forced me to do exactly as she commanded. 

The peasant girl turned my naked bottom into a riot of burning pain. I squirmed, writhed and kicked my long, naked legs as Darina punished my poor innocent bottom and I made pathetic sounds of distress, however my hands remained on the floor, where I had been ordered to keep them. Failure to do so would certainly have earned me even worse punishment. 

At one certain point, Darina ceased in her spanking of my poor naked flesh and instead used her strong hands to knead my poor, abused buttocks. My buttocks were already sore and sensitive to the touch, so that Darina's hands upon my skin elicited fresh whimpering from my girlish lips. 

"Is that enough, do you think?" Darina asked, and I foolishly replied, "Oh, yes! Yes, Darina! My poor bottom has been spanked enough!" 

Suddenly a sharp, stinging blow came down upon my thigh, just at the point where it merged with the curve of my buttock and Darina admonished me, "I'll decide when you've had enough, Princess." 

And then the ignorant, boorish girl proceeded to spank my innocent bottom even harder and more cruelly than before. I bounced and writhed as the peasant girl's hard punishing spanks robbed me of my courtliness, grace and dignity. My identity as a wealthy and respected princess was utterly erased and replaced with a new identity of a graceless, defeated and servile naked girl. 

I was undone, without grace or composure and Darina's cruel hand spanked my naked bottom again and again, her wicked spanks stinging the underside of my bottom and my thighs as well, extracting a series of sobs from my poor, abused naked body. 

The peasant girl kneaded my sore flesh again, and this time when she asked if I had enough, my only reply was, "That decision is entirely yours, Mistress." 

* * * * * * * * * * 

And while Darina was charged with opening me up and preparing my anus so that it could accept Hansel's cock, I believe that she took far too much delight in it. She would show me the phallus each time when she was ready to fit me with a larger device and gloat and enjoy the look upon my face as I dreaded the sight of what was to be forced inside of me. 

"On your knees, Princess," she would command me, "Head on the floor and raise up those exquisite buttocks for me." 

I would arrange my naked body in that humiliating position for her and then she would smear a greasy oil into the furrow between my buttocks and then her fingers would prod insistently at my anus. "Open for me, Princess," the peasant girl would admonish me, "Don't make me have to force you open." 

And when her finger was inside of me, she kept it in there far longer than was necessary. Her oiled finger would explore inside of me and probe my interior, making me moan and whimper. And when she took her strong fingers out of me, there would come the firm prod of a phallus even larger than the one I had had the day before. 

I would gasp and tremble, but Darina would just laugh and insert the large thing into my tiny anus and make me sob with feelings of defeat, helplessness, humiliation and degradation. In the Kingdom of Schwabia I was a princess, however in Bellavalten I was a naked slave, whose status was lower than even that of an illiterate peasant girl. 

And as a naked slave in Mistress Jarvinia's home, I was expected; several times a month; to be tormented by great ladies that had a taste for powerless, naked girls. Sometimes it would be Lady Svetlana. Other times it would be the daughter of Lord William. 

Lord William's daughter was perhaps eighteen or perhaps nineteen, and she loved to have a paddle in her hands and a naked girl's bottom at her mercy. She had seen me several times when I was at the castle, however her attempts to abuse and discipline me had been repeatedly thwarted by Lord Gregory, who insisted on keeping me to himself. 

Of course, in the house of Mistress Jarvinia, Lord Gregory was no longer in attendance and could do nothing to obstruct Lord William's daughter. 

Her title was Lady Gabrielle, and when she arrived at Mistress Jarvinia's home, Mistress Jarvinia was only too eager to share me with her. 

Gretel was ordered to scrub me, wash my long, red hair, dry me off and present me to Lady Gabrielle in one of the many rooms in my mistress's house. Of course, Gretel did exactly as she was commanded and she was quick about it. On another occasion, Gretel would have taken her time and not been so harsh in the way that she scrubbed my naked skin, however when a great lady wished to torment one of Mistress Jarvinia's slaves, we all learned that we must make haste. Gretel scrubbed me vigorously with a stiff-bristled brush and left my poor nipples and nether lips feeling tender and raw. I whimpered and moaned in misery, however both Gretel and I knew better than to complain or to ask for mercy. I was brought naked, scrubbed and dried into Lady Gabrielle's room and made to kneel before her. 

I knelt naked at Lady Gabrielle's feet with my knees far apart, my pubic lips wantonly exposed. Lady Gabrielle gazed hungrily at my nakedness and then she turned to Gretel and said, "You may go now, slave." 

Gretel was a very appealing girl with exquisite buttocks, firm thighs, high firm breasts, proud nipples, splendid lips and she was just as naked as I. I could not understand why Lady Gabrielle was so passionate for my naked charms and found it so easy to dismiss Gretel. 

For quite some time, the Lady Gabrielle stared silently at my exposed pubic lips and heaving breasts. She seemed to be in no hurry to speak or even to examine my nudity from a different angle. She merely stood there, gazing at all of my naked charms and filling me with fear and trepidation. The longer I had to wait for her to abuse me, the more time I had to imagine just how horrible that abuse might be. Lord William had a reputation for cruelty, and she was the daughter of Lord William. Could she be any less cruel than her father? 

"So, you're the bad little princess Lord Gregory sent to the village," Lady Gabrielle said. She spoke slowly as if tasting each word that came out of her mouth, savoring the flavor of each one individually. 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, in a nervous utterance. I tried mightily to keep my voice from trembling, however this girl had an atmosphere of menace about her. Merely being in her presence filled me with a sense of urgency and dread. 

"I have been wanting to meet you for a great number of months, however I had been met with opposition from a number of most unlikely sources. Your current mistress has been most helpful at finally overcoming that opposition. Have you any idea what people I am talking about? 

"Lord Gregory, Mistress?" 

Lady Gabrielle burst into girlish laughter and then replied, "Oh yes, I suppose he opposed me as well, although my true opponents are more powerful than he. You truly don't know who they are, do you, my little slave girl?" 

"I am sorry, Mistress," I replied nervously, "I know not." 

Lady Gabrielle waved a hand dismissively and said, "It matters little now. Mistress Jarvinia has assisted me in dealing with them, and now I have you at my disposal." 

It was at this point that Lady Gabrielle at last began to circle me, viewing my nudity from a variety of different angles. It seemed to me that she smiled as she gazed at my naked body. 

"You are a pretty one," Lady Gabrielle conceded as she walked slowly around my prostrated body, "Adorable naked princess, ripe, lovely little breasts, delectable little buttocks and that shaved pleasure cleft of yours is now so exposed and unprotected. You look so much more naked than the slave-girls at the castle." 

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, not truly certain if I had her permission to speak. 

"It is my understanding that Mistress Jarvinia exposes all of her slaves in this way. It's much for the best," she proclaimed with a wicked smile on her face. 

"Leaving a slave-girl bereft of her public hair is an added humiliation. It causes the slave to feel more disgraced and powerless. It is exactly what all slave-girls need. It helps to rob you of dignity and respectability. That's very important for a slave-girl." 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, agreeing unthinkingly. The words simply came from my mouth without any effort at forming them. As a naked slavegirl, I had been conditioned to agree with anything that Lady Gabrielle might say to me. She was a lady with status, fine gowns, jewelry and servants. I was a naked slave, who lived with daily punishments and a throbbing misery between my thighs. 

"Mistress Jarvinia has a talent for taming rebellious slaves," Lady Gabrielle said with pride, "I can see merely by the look in your eyes, that she has crushed the spirit of your impertinence. You look humbled and defeated now. And with that humbling, you look all the more beautiful." 

I was very nearly certain that I was expected to reply to this last remark, so I lowered my eyes, attempted to appear as submissive as possible and replied, "You are too kind, Mistress." 

Lady Gabrielle burst into girlish laughter once again and then replied, "I did not come here to be kind, little girl. I came here to be cruel. I came here to do all the things I was denied, when you belonged to Lord Gregory!" 

Lady Gabrielle then retreated back into the room. The room was far more massive than I had originally believed and much to my surprise was at least as large as the Great Hall in Queen Eleanor's castle. 

Then, Lady Gabrielle took possession of a large wooden stool, sat herself down upon it and motioned for me to approach her. "I'm going to spank you, little girl. I want you to lay across my lap and raise your buttocks up high for me. I imagine that you are likely quite familiar with this position." 

It was a humiliating pose, however I had held it many times before. I had been spanked like this by Lord Gregory, Mistress Jarvinia, Darina and others. I sighed and obediently placed my bare buttocks where they would make an inviting target for Lady Gabrielle's girlish hands or any paddle she might wish to wield. 

"I do enjoy this power and authority over you," Lady Gabrielle confessed as she fondled my bare buttocks. 

I wasn't certain if I was expected to respond to that, so I merely whimpered in reply. 

"Once upon a time," she said, "your kingdom and mine were at war. This was over a hundred years ago, however my family still speaks of it. Two of my ancestors were taken captive and held in the Kingdom of Schwabia for well over six months. They were stripped naked and much abused before they could be ransomed back to my own kingdom. Can you imagine the humiliation and stigma this injustice brought upon my family?" 

"Mistress," I began to protest, however Lady Gabrielle hushed me. 

"No words now, little girl," Lady Gabrielle admonished me. "What I would really like now is to hear you scream." 

The stinging impact of Lady Gabrielle's hand on my bare buttocks hurt far more than I had expected, however my buttocks were already quite sore and tender from a half dozen punishments inflicted on my poor bottom over the past three days. I gasped in pain and squirmed on Lady Gabrielle's lap as she inflicted one fierce, resounding blow after another on my poor, abused buttocks, however her other hand held me tightly across my waist and kept me from falling to the floor. 

After a dozen hard, stinging slaps, Lady Gabrielle paused and informed me, "I'm not anywhere near finished with this adorable little bottom of yours, and if you struggle too much, I'll be forced to call for assistance in binding you across my lap. Do you suppose that your mistress will be proud of you, if I tell her you could not control your twisting and writhing, when you were ordered to remain still?" 

The admonishment from Lady Gabrielle's lips reminded me of my low and submissive status in Lady Jarvinia's house and I moaned while silently resolving to use all of my control to cease my writhing while I was punished across this wicked lady's lap. 

The spanking of my innocent bottom resumed. This time Lady Gabrielle assaulted my thighs as well, causing me to gasp, however I did my utmost not to writhe or bounce as I lay across this cruel woman's lap. After the second dozen stinging slaps from Lady Gabrielle's hand, she paused long enough to knead my sore buttocks and comment, "Your naked flesh is nice and hot, little girl and becoming a shade of pink. It is a pity you can't see the color for yourself." 

I moaned and knew myself to be helplessly defeated by this woman. She would punish my naked flesh and leave me in a riot of tears and I could do nothing to resist her. I was at the mercy of this cruel woman and I could do naught to impede her in her task of making me suffer. 

Lady Gabrielle's firm hand smacked by bare skin soundly, again and again and again. I cried out in pain and hung my head low as tears welled up in my eyes and fell to the floor. My poor, abused bottom flexed and contracted with each spank and I struggled not to twist or squirm on Lady Gabrielle's lap. My throat became raw with the pitiful cries I made and my poor buttocks and the backs of my naked thighs were suffused with stinging pain. My poor bottom was on fire when the cruel spanked finally came to an end. 

"I'm going to have to punish you often," Lady Gabrielle said soberly. "I feel that my family's honor demands it." 

A deep moan came from my chest. Lady Gabrielle's stinging spanking of my innocent bottom and her condemning words heightened my feelings of nakedness and hopelessness. I had done nothing to this girl's family, however I was to be disciplined for something that my family had done to her family over a hundred years ago. 

"What I would like to do best," the unforgiving woman confided to me, "Is to take you back to your kingdom and to drag you naked, and on a leash, through the streets of Schwabia and to allow all of your countrymen to see you as a naked, humbled, wanton female. I'd like to present you to the peasants, the craftsmen, the soldiers, the vassals and all the great ladies of Schwabia and allow them to witness how your pubis has been shaved, leaving your nether lips so indecently exposed. I'd like to encourage the men and women of your kingdom to handle your wet, throbbing sex and allow them to see how shameless and libidinous you've become. If you have any brothers or sisters, I would encourage them to handle your wet, pulsing shameless sex as well. I'd like for your own mother to witness your humiliation as I tie you to a whipping post and make you dance for the whip." 

Lady Gabrielle's words were cruel and I should have been horrified by them, however her words instead stirred a heat in my loins. The thought of being naked and humiliated in front of my sister, my mother and scores of my family's vassals filled me with a wicked sort of excitement. 

"Much to my dismay, I cannot take you back to your own kingdom and disgrace you in front of your own people, so I shall have to content myself with humiliating you here. I have some truly splendid ideas for humbling you and breaking your spirit, you worthless, disobedient little girl." 

I was actually a very obedient slave for Mistress Jarvinia and surrendered to her entirely, however I did not dare contradict Lady Gabrielle. If it pleased her, she could refer to me as her disobedient little girl. 

"I understand that one day; very soon; your anus will be violated by a young slave named Hansel. I intend to marshal as large a crowd people as possible to be here to witness your humiliation. How do you feel about that, you worthless, naked girl?" 

"I'm certain those you invite will be pleased to witness my defilement, Mistress," I replied nervously. 

Three sharp, stinging spanks across my naked bottom alerted me that this was not an acceptable answer to Lady Gabrielle's question. 

"That's not what I asked you, you incorrigible naked girl," Lady Gabrielle admonished me, "I already know that my compatriots will be entertained by your degradation!! I asked how it will make you feel to have your anus defiled in front of scores of witnesses!!" 

"Helpless, Mistress," I finally replied, "For my shame to be so public, I would feel quite helpless, vulnerable and exposed." 

I had assumed that only Lord Conrad and Mistress Jarvinia would be there to witness my shame, however a large crowd would make everything much worse. I shivered and my eyes melted with thick tears as I imagined a large crowd of Lady Gabrielle's loyalists witnessing my violation at Hansel's hands. 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 11



"Ah, those lovely tears," cooed Lady Gabrielle wickedly, "I intend for you to shed a lot of those lovely tears for me. And rest assured, your violation by Hansel will not be the only time I marshal a large crowd to witness your humiliation. That will merely be the first of many events where I arrange for you to be surrounded by enthralled onlookers. You are to serve for three more years in the land of Queen Eleanor, and I intend to keep you feeling helpless, shamed and vulnerable that entire time. I shall strip you of all dignity and esteem." 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Over the course of the next eight weeks, Lady Gabrielle strove to be true to her word and keep me feeling helpless, shamed and vulnerable, and some of her ideas for stripping me of all dignity and esteem were more cruel and unusual than the ideas that Mistress Jarvinia had formulated to punish and humiliate me. 

One example of such inventive cruelty was when Lady Gabrielle introduced me to Gertrud. 

"Gertrud is from your very own kingdom of Schwabia," Lady Gabrielle informed me, "I had thought that it would be more humiliating for you, if you were punished by one of your very own subjects." 

I remember gasping at this announcement. Slaves in the Kingdom of Queen Eleanor were stripped naked, sexually violated, humiliated, paddled, whipped, made to crawl for the amusement of others and made helpless with ropes and shackles, however there was always a tradition of secrecy that meant when a princess returned to her kingdom, the humiliations she suffered would not be known to her subjects. 

I felt panic and shame as a peasant girl from my own kingdom looked down upon my naked body. It was already a humiliation to make a tribute of my naked body to lords, ladies and peasants of Queen Eleanor's kingdom, but to be ogled by one of the peasants that I ruled over was even more disgracing and more mortifying! 

I was to rule over this girl and her people! I was to command the loyalty and respect of this girl! How could I ever hope to have her respect when she had seen me naked and on my knees before her? In my panic, I attempted to use my hands to cover my bare breasts and swollen pubic lips, however Lady Gabrielle had bound me with an iron collar around my neck and iron shackles locked around my wrists, an iron chain connected my wrists to my collar behind my back and kept my hands quite helpless and unable to cover my nakedness. 

"I can see from the look of dismay in your eyes, that I've made the right decision," Lady Gabrielle announced triumphantly, "It took time and money for me to bring Gertrude here to witness your humiliation. I'm glad that my efforts are being rewarded." 

I trembled and my eyes welled up with hot tears at Lady Gabrielle's words. I could think of no greater humiliation than to kneel naked at the feet of one of my own subjects while she stood above me fully clothed and free to ogle every inch of my naked body. 

"Please send her away," I begged Lady Gabrielle, "It's not right for her to see me like this! I'm the daughter of her king and queen!  

"That is out of the question, girl," Lady Gabrielle replied imperiously, "I swore to you that I would strip away from you, your dignity and your esteem, and this girl shall assist me in the endeavor. She will be present every time when I punish you. Her presence will add splendidly to your humiliation and misery." 

I felt my face and my bare breasts grow hot with shame and mortification. The peasant-girl Lady Gabrielle had brought from my homeland had kind eyes and a soft slenderness not normally found in the peasant girls of my homeland, however no matter how kind her eyes, I was filled with a feeling of disgrace unlike anything I had ever felt in Mistress Jarvinia's home or even at the Place of Public Punishment. 

"I'm so sorry to add to your misery, Princess Odilia," the peasant-girl said kindly enough, "However Lady Gabrielle has paid a great deal of silver münzen to my family in exchange for me being her traveling companion and doing her bidding. If I were to defy her will, it would mean hurting the reputation and future of my entire family." 

I almost felt sympathy for the peasant-girl. She held no ill will towards me or my family, however her loyalty to her own family came before her loyalty to mine. She would witness my humiliation for as long as Lady Gabrielle commanded her to. 

"Gertrud understands her place in our society and accepts it," Lady Gabrielle explained proudly, "She does as she's told and cedes to my authority without question." 

"I do as I'm told," I countered defiantly and Lady Gabrielle glared at me. Her stern look made me feel frightened and guilty, despite the fact that I had spoken the truth. I had been very obedient ever since I had become the property of Mistress Jarvinia. I obeyed all orders that Mistress Jarvinia gave me and even the orders of the peasant-girl, Darina. 

"Oh, our naked slave is an obedient slave?" Lady Gabrielle inquired in a mischievous tone, "Perhaps I should test that and see how obedient you truly are." 

My mouth dropped open at this comment, however I could not speak. I felt vulnerable and helpless and sensed a trap had been laid for me. 

"Kiss Gertrud's feet," Lady Gabrielle commanded me. 

Gertrud's boots were dirty and of low quality, however when she slid her foot forward, I leaned forward, turned awkwardly and placed most of my weight on my naked shoulder, so that I might place my lips against the surface of the crude leather and kiss the peasant-girl's boots. 

I was the firstborn daughter of the king and queen of Schwabia and this girl was from my kingdom. It was not right that I should be made to kiss this girl's feet, however I placed my lips softly against her leather boot and kissed it, not just once, but over and over again, in an attempt to prove that I was obedient and accommodating...even if the orders I was given were unnecessarily cruel and unfair. 

"Well, perhaps you are an obedient slave," Lady Gabrielle conceded, "Or perhaps I should give you another test, because I wish to be sure." 

I lay there naked, humiliated, and helpless with my wrists shackled behind my back and my face nuzzling Gertrud's boot. I was trembling with tears falling silently down my face. I knew that Lady Gabrielle hated me and whatever test she had planned for me was sure to be a cruel and humiliating ordeal. 

"Kneel before Gertrud," Lady Gabrielle said, "And spread your legs apart. I want this girl to examine your wet, hungry sex." 

Gertrud gasped at this announcement, apparently not accustomed to the idea of treating a member of the royal family as if she were some sort of libidinous wench. I gasped as well, although Gertrud's gasp was so much louder than mine, therefore I was rendered inaudible. 

It is difficult for a naked girl to raise herself up off the floor without the aid of her hands, however Lady Gabrielle wished to see me struggle. Or perhaps she wished for Gertrud to see me struggle, perhaps she wished for Gertrud to see the heir to throne of Schwabia to be naked, bound and struggling awkwardly. Certainly it left me feeling even more degraded and humiliated than before. 

Finally, when I knelt naked before Gertrud, with my knees far apart and my shaved pubic lips well on display, Lady Gabrielle sharply ordered me to stand, insisting that my exposed sex needed to be raised up higher so that Gabrielle could examine it more easily. 

Standing without with aid of my hands to assist me also required struggling, grunting, whimpering and wobbling, however at long last I stood on my bare feet and found myself eye to eye with the peasant girl that Lady Gabrielle had brought from my homeland. 

Her eyes were kind, however I felt flush with embarrassment that even a kind girl from my own homeland should see me like this. I had been raised to wear gowns and jewelry and command hundreds of servants. This girl from my kingdom should not be invited to see me naked, helpless and bound in iron! 

"Spread your legs wider," Lady Gabrielle admonished me harshly, and then to the peasant girl she said, "Gertrud, your Princess Odilia is a libidinous wench. Place your hand firmly between her thighs and see how wet she is." 

The peasant girl gasped again, however she obediently thrust her hand between my legs, her fingers cupped my swollen pubic lips and felt their wetness. 

I whimpered at the humiliation of having one of my most minor subjects examining my exposed nether lips, however this humiliation was not enough to satisfy Lady Gabrielle and she insisted that Gertrud pinch my nipples to see how tumescent and aroused they were. 

Then she instructed Gertrud to insert two fingers into my moist, secret cavity and probe me intently. My sex throbbed madly and flooded with moisture as Gertrud's questing fingers probed and inspected my orifice deeply. Hot tears of shame welled up in my eyes and tricked down the surface of my face as one of my lowliest subjects probed my sex all the way to my womb and caused me to whimper. 

Then Lady Gabrielle ordered Gertrud to berate me for being so easily aroused. 

It wasn't in Gertrud's nature to be cruel or malicious, however at Lady Gabrielle's urgings, Gertrud accused me of being wanton and indecent and asked what reaction my mother would have to see that she had such a shameless, lustful daughter. 

The questions were cruel and Gertrud did not truly desire for me to answer, however Lady Gertrud forced me to reply. 

I replied honestly, that my mother would be utterly shamed and disappointed to see her eldest daughter so habitually naked and so wildly libidinous and abandoned to her lusts. 

"No doubt she would demand that such a whorish, disreputable daughter be punished," Lady Gabrielle added firmly and I was forced to admit that my mother likely would demand such a thing. 

"Spank her breasts," Lady Gabrielle insisted, "This naked, lustful girl must be taught a lesson." 

I longed to protect my naked vulnerable breasts from Gertrud's hands, however the iron shackles on my wrists kept my arms helplessly bound behind my back. 

I anticipated the first blow of Gertrud's hand and I attempted not to panic, however I dread having my breasts punished. The pain is so much worse than when my bare bottom is spanked. 

The peasant girl brought her strong hand hard across my right breast, and then she struck my left breast with equal vigor. 

The pain of having my breasts spanked was both horrible and unfair and I cried out in pain at both blows. Gertrud opined that I had been punished enough for my libidinous nature, however Lady Gabrielle was not satisfied. 

"Did you think her punishment was to be over just because she screamed?" Lady Gabrielle demanded. 

Gertrud had no audible answer, however Lady Gabrielle further expounded, "Her punishment is not over until I personally judge that she has suffered enough." 

And then Gertrud was made to punish my breasts once more. She smacked them as I screamed and gasped and panted and screamed again. After about ten blows, Lady Gabrielle pushed Gertrud aside and took my breasts in her hands and roughly fondled one and the other. They were both sore and tender from the Gertrud's smacking them and I whimpered and sobbed at touch of Lady Gabrielle's strong fingers. 

"Her nipples are still rigid and enlarged," Lady Gabrielle announced reproachfully, "She is still shameful and indecent. This wanton girl still requires more punishment." 

I groaned at Lady Gabrielle's announcement and Lady Gabrielle smiled cruelly. Apparently my groans were like sweet music to her ears. 

At last my wrists and neck were freed from their iron shackles and Lady Gabrielle helpfully told Gertrud, "We shall take her outside, and I shall teach you how a naughty little girl can be well and truly punished". 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Lady Gabrielle's favorite device for making a naked slave helpless was the pillory. With her wrists and neck locked into the yoke, a slave-girl is forced to bend over and present her buttocks. And to add to the slave-girl's feelings of helplessness, the yoke kept her from being able to see what her master or mistress was plotting to do to her vulnerable backside. 

Mistress Jarvinia had added an additional humiliation to her pillory. Iron rings had been pounded deep into the ground where a slave-girl would be made to stand. These iron rings were far apart and when a slave-girl's ankles were tied to them, she was forced to spread legs obscenely far apart and expose her naked sex and anus to her tormentors. 

"Bend over for me, naked girl," Lady Gabrielle commanded me, and I bent over and obediently allowed her and Gertrud to lock my neck and wrists into the yoke, thus making my entire upper body helpless. 

And while the peasant girl watched, my ankles were tightly encircled with rope and I was forced to stand with my naked thighs indecently far apart for the duration of my punishment. Lady Gabrielle went to great lengths to point out to Gertrud how this method of bondage afforded the peasant girl an unobstructed view of my anal cleft and swollen nether lips. I moaned and my face felt hot with shame as I heard Lady Gabrielle speak these words. 

Lady Gabrielle then made a grandiose display of handing Gertrud a long, folded, gilded leather strap and assured the peasant girl that it was a superb instrument for stinging and humiliating. 

"Now, tell Princess Odilia that she has been a very bad girl with shameful, indecent ideas and that you are going to give her bare bottom the hard, painful spanking that it deserves." 

When the peasant girl from Schwabia looked me in the eye and when she told me I was a bad girl with shameful, indecent ideas, it was like she had struck me a physical blow. I flinched as much as I could in my tight bondage. Never in my life had I foresaw a day when one of my lowest subjects would berate me like a mother berating a wanton, libidinous daughter! 

Then all thoughts of Gertrude's low standing or nationality were chased out of my mind as the first ten blows were delivered to my taut, naked, helpless buttocks. I reflexively fought against my bindings, as the leather strap delivered searing pain to my naked flesh, however the ropes held my ankles fast, I failed to even move my hips more than a fraction of an inch. 

When Gertrude ceased to spank my bare bottom with that wicked leather strap, the sound of my ragged, distressed breathing seemed to fill the outdoors. My poor bottom was stinging fiercely and my face was wet with tears. 

"Have I done well?" Gertrud inquired of Lady Gabrielle, "I am so trying to be helpful." 

"You are doing well, Gertrud," Lady Gabrielle assured the peasant girl, "However your Princess Odilia has not yet learned her lesson. She is still just as wanton and shameless as before." 

Then I felt a female hand palming my exposed, vulnerable sex. Because of the way that the pillory bound my neck and obscured my vision, I had no way of telling if it was Gertrud's hand or Lady Gabrielle's. Then two firm yet feminine fingers were inserted into my wet, pulsing sex. I moaned and trembled as the fingers inside me probed the walls of my vagina. 

My clitoris throbbed with need and I panted as my vulnerable sex endured a humiliating and thorough examination by female fingers that cared not in the slightest how desperate my sexual need truly was. 

"You see, she is still soaking wet," I heard Lady Gabrielle's voice inform Gertrud, "She is still a libidinous wench and still utterly unrepentant." 

I whimpered and sobbed at Lady Gabrielle's humiliating words. I had been conditioned by Queen Eleanor, Mistress Jarvinia and Darina to be wet and aroused at all times. It was something that had been forced upon me by those who kept me captive! It was a cruel injustice for Lady Gabrielle to humiliate me in front of this peasant girl for something that I had no control over! 

"For such an unrepentant wench, we must be much more severe with her punishment," Lady Gabrielle explained, and then I felt the fingers withdrawn from my poor, abused, pulsing sex. 

My breath came in short, rapid pants and my empty vagina contracted involuntarily as if attempting to grip the fingers that were no longer inside of me. Fluids seeped from between my swollen pubic lips and moistened the bare flesh of my inner thighs. 

I could not see Gertrud behind me as she applied the leather strap to my naked buttocks once again, however I could certainly feel the terrible stinging blows as the peasant girl spanked me with her leather strap. 

The peasant girl caused me to flinch and writhe and hot, wet tears flowed down my face as I cried out in misery. 

The cruel spanking went on and on, as Lady Gabrielle urged Gertrud to hit me again and again, to truly redden my skin and make me truly repentant for my libidinous sins. 

At one point, the stinging blows stopped and an unseen hand was laid upon the long-suffering pink pubis between my legs. My agonizing desire intensified again and my clitoris ached with overpowering need as I felt female fingers exploring my vagina, and then a woman's thumb rubbing across my swollen, throbbing clitoris, and I let out a long, raw moan that was utterly undignified and spoke only of desperate sexual need. 

"Look at this sex," Lady Gabrielle said admonishingly, "Positively dripping! The girl is a degenerate wench!" 

Gertrud was ordered once again to punish me with her leather strap, however this time, she was instructed to direct her blows across the backs of my thighs and that delicious spot where the thigh meets up with the swell of the buttocks. 

I dissolved into incoherent sobs as the peasant girl vigorously spanked my thighs as well as the lower curve where my poor bottom and my thighs met. My poor, naked thighs were on fire with a riot of delicious, hot, pulsing pain. The wicked leather strap continued to lick at my bare thighs, causing me to squirm, struggle and shake with sobs. 

Gertrud was utterly obedient and spanked my poor, punished, naked thighs and buttocks as cruelly and mercilessly as Lady Gabrielle commanded her. The merciless volley of unceasing spanks came in a flurry, leaving me without any composure or dignity, making me merely a sobbing, naked girl who was to be punished for her shameful libido. 

I was dripping with sweat, face wet with tears and sobbing incoherently when Gertrud at last ceased her stinging blows across my naked skin and I had hoped that my punishment was at an end, however over the sound of my own intense sobbing, I could hear Lady Gabrielle say, "Let us see if our naked wench has truly learned the error of her libidinous ways." 

I whimpered and panted and my thighs trembled as I felt a woman's fingers separate my swollen labia and probe my tender, sensitive sex deeply. My clitoris was so swollen and inflamed that it ached, and I was filled with agonizing desire. I was feverish with helpless, sexual need and; despite the humiliation involved; I prayed that those cruel fingers would bring me to climax. 

"Libidinous wench," Lady Gabrielle admonished me while those cruel fingers invaded my secret cavity deeply and caused the pulsing fire in my loins to burn with an even greater heat. 

As my sex was intimately examined, Gertrud was encouraged to berate me for my sexual desire. She called me "wanton" and "impure" and "debauched". I wept from the offensive words as well as from the cruel way the fingers coaxed one agonizing wave of desire after another from my helpless, vulnerable, naked body and yet would never allow me to reach the sexual release I so desperately needed. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Eventually Lady Gabrielle grew bored with tormenting me and she departed, taking Gertrud with her. Gertrud had voiced a desire to set me free from the pillory, however Lady Gabrielle felt that I had not yet earned the right to walk around free of restraint. Eventually a compromise was reached. I was freed from the pillory, however I was immediately marched over to the vertical poles in Mistress Jarvinia's yard and; at Lady Gabrielle's instructions; Gertrud bound me between them. 




The Story of Odilia Ch. 11



Left alone with no one to talk to, I had no idea how long I was bound there, however being naked and bound spread-eagled, forced me to acknowledge my helplessness and my vulnerability. A naked girl who is bound thus and left alone, has little else to focus her mind upon. 

Of course I struggled against the ropes that held my ankles and my wrists, however that was an ineffective struggle that accomplished nothing more than chafing my naked skin more and more as I strained and toiled to break free. 

I attempted not to dwell upon the humiliations of being punished and degraded in front of one of my own subjects, however the more I attempted to push her from my thoughts, the more I seemed to hear her voice, calling me "wanton" and "impure" and "debauched". 

These thoughts were a form of punishment all on their own, and like most punishments I seemed helpless to avoid them. 

Eventually I slept like that, standing naked, helpless and vulnerable. Perhaps I dozed for an hour, perhaps I dozed for more. No one felt it was important to inform me how long I was bound there. 

When I awoke, it was to the sensation of female fingers fondling the agonizingly tender petals of my defenseless sex. 

"Ahh," I exclaimed, expecting to find that Lady Gabrielle had returned to torment me anew, however when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of Lady Svetlana. 

"My sweet slave girl," Lady Svetlana said pleasantly, while still fondling my vulnerable nether lips, "I do adore the way you look with your sex completely devoid of pubic hair. You look so much more naked than the other slaves at the Castle or even at the Place of Public Punishment." 

When I was a clothed and respected princess in my own kingdom, I would have considered such talk offensive, however when Lady Svetlana spoke to me thus I felt a certain sense of pride. 

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied. 

"It has been eleven days since I have had my hands on your naked body," Lady Svetlana proclaimed, "Have you missed my hands?" 

It was humiliating to admit, however I felt a special fondness for Lady Svetlana and her peculiar manner of adoration and affection. I despised Darina and the way she treated me. I despised Lady Gabrielle and her cruel games of humiliation, however I felt a shameful eagerness when it came to offering up my naked and helpless body to Lady Svetlana for her to examine, spank, pinch or use in any way she desired. 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, "I've missed your hands on my naked body." 

My body was spread wide-open and I was helpless to stop her. Lady Svetlana could do whatever she wanted with my naked body and I would be unable to stop her. The very thought caused my breathing to quicken and my nipples to harden. 

Lady Svetlana's smile was utterly beautiful as she simultaneously held one hand to my naked breast and rolled one of my aching, erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger while her other hand was in between my thighs, her strong, mischievous fingers on the delicate, pink flesh of my sex. 

"Well, I think my adorable slave girl has waited long enough. Now, I'll show you what my talented hands can do to a naked, helpless girl with no means of resisting." 

My thighs trembled and my breathing became labored as Lady Svetlana drove her fingers harshly and deep within my throbbing sex. Harder and harder she thrust her strong fingers inside of me and I screamed my anguished passion and my helpless body surrendered to a wild, passionate orgasm within moments. 

My hips writhed frantically and I felt the jarring explosion of pleasure washing through my loins and hot fluids of my shameless lust gushing out of me and coating Lady Svetlana's talented fingers. 

And then, after a final indecent cry, my legs grew weak and I would have collapsed were it not for the ropes that held me captive to the poles. I shuddered and whimpered and panted as my body was wrenched with a final, shattering orgasm. 

As I continued to pant and my breasts heaved up and down, Lady Svetlana opined that my pink throbbing sex had been neglected in her absence. I whimpered and panted, but failed to respond to her words. There was no correct way for a slave to respond to what Lady Svetlana had said. If I had agreed with her, I could be accused of judging Mistress Jarvinia and criticizing the way she treated me. If I disagreed with her, I could be accused of insulting Lady Svetlana. Either response would almost certainly earn me additional punishments. 

I was still recovering from the powerful, shameless orgasm Lady Svetlana had imposed upon me, when she began to pinch my nipples, cruelly exciting them until they were once again swollen and painfully erect. Then she stroked and caressed my pink labia from back to front repeatedly, until I was moaning, my hips were writhing, my clitoris was once more painfully swollen and I was once more consumed with dreadful, overwhelming need. 

"It is a delight to watch you squirm and writhe while you're in the midst of orgasm. Did you have any idea how adorable and helpless you look?" Lady Svetlana asked me. 

"No, Mistress," I responded, my breath ragged, my breasts heaving. 

"Someday, I must drag you in front of a large mirror and force you to watch as I bring you to orgasm again and again," she told me. 

I groaned at this announcement. I was certain that it would be humiliating, however it would likely be one of those humiliations that I secretly treasured. 

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Lady Svetlana said, and then without warning she stepped behind me and brought one of her strong hands down upon my already sore buttocks. There was a loud crack as her open hand slapped my naked flesh and an intense stinging sensation, causing me to squirm reflexively in pain. 

"Mistress," I cried out in surprise at the sudden and painful smack on my poor, abused, naked buttocks, however Lady Svetlana was not the least bit concerned. 

"I've long had a fascination with the Training Hall," Lady Svetlana explained, "A place were naked slaves are mercilessly spanked and sexually stimulated at the same time. I'm certain you must have seen it during your time at the Castle." 

I nodded my head in agreement, feeling my face grow hot with embarrassment at the memory of my time there. 

"Tell me about it," Lady Svetlana coaxed me, "I've never actually seen it for myself." 

"I was taken there several times, Mistress," I explained, my voice tremulous, "My wrists would be shackled above my head and my legs would be held apart by two pages. And while I was made helpless and vulnerable in this way, a third page would use his left hand to stroke my pubic lips, probe my sex and massage my clitoris, making me feverish with sexual need, and in his right hand, he held a paddle. He spanked me with one hand while he agitated my sex with the other." 

"It sounds like such a magnificent place," Lady Svetlana opined and then she added, "I regret that I was unable to witness your time there." 

I considered telling Lady Svetlana that there was always a chance that the queen might allow her to bring me back to the castle for the specific purpose of her witnessing me being tormented by pages in the Training Hall, but before I could speak, her hand came down upon my naked buttocks again. I gasped in pain and surprise as she delivered three sharp, stinging slaps to my already-sore buttocks. 

Then, much like the pages of the Training Hall, Lady Svetlana probed my vulnerable sex with one hand and spanked my naked buttocks with the other. I moaned as Lady Svetlana's strong fingers explored my sex, causing it to throb with hungry spasms. Then with her other hand, she would smack my abused buttocks, causing a vigorous heat to build in my sex and an entirely different sort of heat to build in my poor, abused buttocks. 

I moaned as both the hot, stinging pain and my sexual need grew, yet I never asked Lady Svetlana for mercy. In the Training Hall I had frantically begged for the pages to stop tormenting me, however with Lady Svetlana my disposition was utterly different. If Lady Svetlana wished to see me tormented in this way, I would gladly suffer this for her and not complain. 

"Mistress," I whimpered, however not certain why. I was delirious with a sensation of both helplessness and vulnerability as Lady Svetlana tormented my poor sex into feverish passion and my poor bottom into a riot of stinging pain. 

"My beautiful, naked slave girl," Lady Svetlana said charmingly as she tormented me, "Bound helpless and open, like an innocent virgin sacrifice, offering up her naked body to a pagan goddess." 

Her fingers stabbed deeper into my defenseless, tender vagina and I felt like a naked, virgin sacrifice. Lady Svetlana was my pagan goddess and I was being sacrificed to her. The sensation of being helpless and vulnerable to Lady Svetlana felt delicious and I moaned, "My wicked pagan goddess." 

Just then, Lady Svetlana's capable fingers stabbed into me with an even greater intensity and my constrained body spasmed and twitched convulsively as I reached a second powerful orgasm and I cried out in intense, wanton sexual abandon. 

My naked body was covered in sweat, my face was wet with tears and there was a flood of juices from between my legs. My breath came in rapid, short gasps and finally Lady Svetlana ceased to spank my poor bottom and ceased to impale my poor sex. 

It had been denied sexual release for nearly a dozen agonizing days. For Lady Svetlana to rip two intense orgasms from me within minutes of each other left me reeling and light-headed. I panted and smiled deliriously. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Lady Svetlana untied me and gave me over to Gretel with instructions that I was to be bathed, dried off and then oils were to be rubbed into the sore skin of my thighs and buttocks. When I was thus prepared, Gretel was then to deliver me to the small bedchamber that Lady Svetlana had utilized during her previous visit. 

Gretel was an obedient slave-girl and did precisely as she was told. She led me into the house and to a chamber where Mistress Jarvinia now kept soaps, oils, towels and three pewter tubs for the bathing of her slaves. One of the tubs was already filled with comfortably hot water, as if it had been anticipated Lady Svetlana would want me bathed. 

At Gretel's prompting, I stepped into the hot water and knelt with my knees far apart and my hands behind the back of my neck, giving Gretel access to every part of my naked body. 

"Lady Svetlana is quite smitten with you," Gretel whispered softly to me as she knelt by the tub and methodically lathered, scrubbed and rinsed every part of my body. She was not vulgar or lewd in the way she touched my body, but neither was she shy about touching my breasts, my nipples or my much-abused sex. 

My heart beat unusually fast when Gretel announced her opinion of Lady Svetlana. I hoped that she was correct, but it was usually foolish for a slave to allow herself to hope for actual affection from a master or mistress. 

"Are you certain?" I asked Gretel, "She has never said any such thing to me." 

"She is a great lady," Gretel replied, "And you are but a naked slave. It would be improper for her to speak of such feelings towards you. The queen would find it most unfitting for one of her lords or ladies to be love-struck by a naked slave-girl, however I have seen signs. Lady Svetlana is utterly devoted to you." 

When Gretel had finished scrubbing and rinsing my naked body, I was prompted to step out of the tub and allow her to rub me dry with a towel. 

"But, what am I to do?" I asked. "If Lady Svetlana is truly in love with me, should I not treat her differently? Should I not make some sort of declaration to her?" 

"No," Gretel rasped, "You must be silent! It would likely bring disapproval and shame upon Lady Svetlana if it were known that she was infatuated with a naked slavegirl. It would injure her reputation amongst other great ladies of the kingdom." 

Gretel rubbed soothing oil into my sore, abraded bottom and aching thighs and made me promise to keep Lady Svetlana's true feelings a secret and to act as if Lady Svetlana was nothing more than a great lady, choosing to abuse and punish a naked slave-girl for her own amusement, however deep in my heart I felt a new and profound sense of joy. 

 

* * * * * * * * * 

When I was delivered to the bedchamber, Lady Svetlana examined me. She approved of the job that Gretel had done preparing my naked body, but insisted that I should have my arms bound behind my back. 

"With shackles?" Gretel inquired. 

"Oh, no," Lady Gabrielle replied, disapprovingly, "She should be bound with rope. If you speak to your mistress, I'm certain she could spare enough to bind this slave's pretty wrists." 

Of course, Mistress Jarvinia had enough rope to bind all four of her slaves in intense bondage and still have a dozen lengths of rope kept in reserve, however neither Gretel nor I spoke of this out loud. We merely sought out our mistress, so that she could bind my wrists. 

With my wrists bound helplessly behind my back, Gretel led me once more towards the bedchamber. A month earlier that particular bedchamber had not existed, however in Mistress Jarvinia's home, new rooms sometimes appeared as if by magic. 

As Gretel led me down the passageway, we encountered Darina. We were two naked slave-girls and Darina had all the authority and rights of a clothed person. She glared at us as if we'd just been caught in the performance of some misdeed, and barred our path. 

"Where is this one off to?" Darina demanded, and although she never mentioned my name, it was clear that I was the object of her suspicion. 

"Lady Svetlana wants Odilia to be delivered to the small bedchamber," Gretel explained, "I'm supposed to deliver her there." 

Darina was merely a peasant-girl and Svetlana was a great lady. Darina didn't dare to impede Gretel or me in the process of doing her bidding. Darina reluctantly stepped aside and let us pass. 

Darina continued to glare at me as my bare feet took me further and further away from the peasant-girl. And as I proceeded down the passageway, it occurred to me that I could bring myself much misery if I failed to keep Lady Svetlana's secret. 

Darina was cruel to me already, although I had not given her any compelling reason to despise me. What if she were to learn that a wealthy and respected lady of Bellavalten were smitten with me? Such a revelation would give her reason to be jealous and resentful. It would likely inspire her to even greater heights of cruelty and viciousness. 

 

* * * * * * * * * *  

Inside the bedchamber, Lady Svetlana inspected the ropes that imprisoned my wrists and then she dismissed Gretel. The room was without windows and lit with four great candles that provided a ghostly sort of light. Somehow the exotic lighting made Lady Svetlana seem even more like a pagan goddess. 

"Now, my sweet slave-girl," Lady Svetlana firmly, "I want you to stand there and do not move from that spot. Do not move an inch and do not speak until I give you my permission." 

It was normal for a slave-girl to receive orders such as this, however the next thing Lady Svetlana did was to strip herself completely bare. It had been taught to me that slaves were to be kept naked at all times, whereas free men and women were typically to remain clothed in the presence of their slaves. This unequal arrangement helped to intensify the slave's feelings of humiliation, helplessness and inferiority. 

Much to my shock, Lady Svetlana was disregarding this arrangement. She began by removing her jewelry and setting it down on the bed. Next she removed the ceinture from her waist, her silk gown of deepest blue, her slippers and finally her fine white chemise. 

I had been required to service Lady Svetlana many times in the past, however she never stripped fully naked in my presence. Her normal custom was to remove her gown and raise up the hem of her chemise just high enough so my mouth could make contact with her loins. 

It seemed improper for my mistress to be just as naked as I was. It very nearly made us equals. 

"Now, my sweet slave-girl," Lady Svetlana said, "Do you find me beautiful?" 

It was a question that free women did not ask of their slaves. A slave's opinion on their mistress's physical appearance was utterly unimportant, and a slave who attempted to offer their opinion would be considered insolent and poorly-behaved. 

However when I did not answer, Lady Svetlana frowned at me and said firmly, "You must answer my question slave-girl. If you fail to answer, that would be disrespectful, and I shall be forced to punish you for that." 

"Yes, you are quite beautiful, Mistress," I answered, my voice barely more than a whisper. 

Lady Svetlana's body was actually quite exquisite. In the ghostly candlelight of the room, I could see her flat belly, slender waist, long limbs and high, ripe breasts with proud, pink nipples. She had firm, splendid thighs and a rich collection of golden-blonde pubic hairs covering her sex. And although she had a rich collection of hair obscuring her sex, I could still see drops of moisture adorning her swollen pubic lips. 

"Do you really think me beautiful," Lady Svetlana asked, "Or do compliment my body for fear of being whipped if your words displease me?" 

She moved closer and I could see her ripe, round breasts bounce slightly with each step she took towards me. She gazed at me intently and I was uncertain how to answer her. In desperation, I at last replied, "Both, Mistress." 

"That was quite a good answer," Lady Svetlana said smiling sweetly, "Perhaps the best possible answer a slave-girl could give her mistress." 

To my surprise, Lady Svetlana's next action was to hold her naked body close to mine and to kiss me passionately on the mouth. She kissed me deeply, igniting my passions and causing my nipples to harden once again. 

She forced her tongue past my lips and into my mouth. I moaned softly as my tongue was caressed by hers and felt my sex grow moist once again. Lady Svetlana's lips, tongue and bare skin pressed against my body caused shivers of excitement to ripple through me. 

Most mistresses do not kiss their slaves, and the ones who do, tend not to do it with any real passion, however Lady Svetlana's kisses were impassioned and left me with a feverish feeling of elation. I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around Svetlana and hold her tightly, however the ropes on my wrists denied me that. 

And then, Lady Svetlana pushed me away and breathlessly said, "My breasts, kiss my breasts, slave-girl." 

Of course, being a naked, bound slave-girl, I obeyed. Her breasts were round and firm and exquisite and topped with proud, erect nipples. I lovingly planted kisses all over her splendid breasts, beginning at the curve near the top and working my way down. 

She moaned and panted as a result of my kisses, however she grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down and guided my mouth towards her erect nipples. 

"There, slave-girl," she insisted, "Kiss me there." 

At her direction, I lavished vigorous attention on her nipples. I kissed them, I licked them and I fervently sucked upon them until Lady Svetlana's breath was coming in short, rapid, ragged gasps. 

"On your knees, girl," Lady Svetlana and I struggled to kneel before her without falling. It was difficult without the use of my hands, however I did with some degree of difficulty manage it. 

It seemed reasonable and natural that I should be on my knees before her. I was a slave, and Lady Svetlana was a free woman. I should reflect my submissive status by holding a submissive pose such as this. And then; in a further effort to display my submissive position, I spread my knees well apart, making a display of my naked sex.