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Chapter 17 � The Royal Estate
As
she exited the main chamber of the Central Courthouse, Criminal # 101025
cast a final forlorn look over her shoulder at her former Spokeswoman
and her former housemate. That moment was just as she had envisioned,
but she could not have foreseen how jealous the Royal House was of any
contact between its property and the outside world. The moment Maria
Elena's escorts had her outside the main door, they covered her head
with a cloth bag. One of them snarled into her ear:
"Since you like looking around so much at things that don't concern you,
we're taking that privilege away from you. Your eyes and what you gaze
upon belong to your mistress every bit as much as the rest of you.
Anything in this world that is not focused on her is of no interest to
you."
Suddenly the prisoner felt a horrific jolt on her shoulder, a surge of
electricity from a handheld electronic zapper.
"That was the lowest setting. The next time you disobey me, I will turn
it to the maximum and use it between your legs. I will hold it there and
I might just keep it there until you die. Do you understand me?"
A terrified sob welled up from the hooded criminal, but she forced
herself to respond: "Yes, my Lord."
Maria Elena expected to be taken to the Royal House immediately and to
deal with whatever the Grand Duchess had in store for her. However, she
felt the minivan turn off onto a dirt road and drive several kilometers
over some small hills. When the vehicle stopped and one of the Lords
pulled off the bag from the prisoner's head, she noticed that she was in
an isolated part of the countryside, with no house or any other building
in sight. The Lords took off the prisoner's manacles and gave her a
drink of water. They forced her to kneel in the posture of submission,
on her knees and elbows with her legs spread wide and her back arched,
to place her genitalia in full view. The humiliation was overwhelming,
but the menacing sight of the zapper kept her focused on the need to
obey without question what the Lords wanted from her.
The two officials unpacked some camera equipment. The prisoner realized
that before going to the Royal Residence, she would be subjected to a
photography session. At first she was not particularly worried, because
she had become used to being naked anyway and there are many things in
life that are worse than having one's picture taken.
The Lords had her pose for hundreds of photos. She walked along the
road, sat on rocks, crouched next to a stream, strolled though some
woods, and ran across a field. Some of the shots were modest and others
forced her to lewdly display herself. After two hours the Lords seemed
satisfied with their collection and ordered the naked male servant to
serve Maria Elena a large cup of cold water. She drank greedily. The
Lords ordered the servant to refill her cup. When she took the cup a
second time, the young man gave her a strange pleading look, as though
he were trying to tell her something or issue a warning with his eyes.
He dared not speak, but Maria Elena was under the impression he was
trying to signal her not to take the second cup. That was strange... why
wouldn't he want her to have water on a hot summer day?
The Lords ordered Maria Elena to kneel and for the servant to unbraid
her hair. The prisoner gasped, because she knew that for a man to see a
woman with unbraided hair was a serious violation of Danubian protocol.
She imagined, rightly, that for a man to unbraid a woman's hair was an
even worse insult that just seeing her with her hair loose. One of the
Lords sensuously ran his fingers through the captive's hair and touched
her face. The male servant, horribly embarrassed and thoroughly
dishonored by having to touch a woman with unbraided hair, knelt with
his head touching the ground.
Maria Elena shook with terror. She knew enough about Danubian culture to
understand she had been subjected to several serious insults, before
ever setting foot in the Royal House. A thought passed through her mind;
that perhaps the Lords wouldn't be taking her to the Royal house at all,
that instead they were going to use her for their own pleasure and then
dispose of her. The terrified, humiliated look of her fellow servant was
not reassuring.
As the sun rose in the sky and became hot, the Lords forced Maria Elena
to repeat everything she had done in the morning, including posing for
hundreds of additional pictures as she moved about the countryside.
Later she realized that they wanted two full sets of photos, one with
her hair still braided and the other with her hair loose. Some of the
final poses forced her to lewdly expose herself with the hot sun shining
directly on her vagina or bottom.
Among the images she had to pose for was a series of pictures walking
along a creek and holding several peeled willow switches. She had to
touch herself with the implements and look seductively into the
camera... to implore the viewer to take the switches out of her hand and
to use them on her uncovered body.
As the afternoon wore on, Maria Elena was hot, but her captors made sure
she had plenty to drink. Several times she felt the male servant was
silently imploring her not to accept any more. Strange he would do that,
considering the weather and how good that cold water tasted. When the
Lords finally were satisfied they had enough pictures, they packed up
their cameras, refilled a large thermos with additional cold water, and
pressed their captive to drink even more. Maria Elena no longer was
thirsty, but the Lord insisted. When she tried to shake her head, he
touched his zapper to one of her bare nipples. Yes, you will drink,
slave, whether you want to or not.
As she struggled to swallow a full liter of cold water, Maria Elena
suddenly realized she needed to go to the bathroom. She had not relieved
herself since the transfer ceremony and since then already had drunk at
least three liters. Now that she was aware that she badly needed to pee,
she felt with dread the new water working its way into her stomach,
fully knowing that within a few minutes she would be in real agony if
the Lords did not allow her to use a restroom. Then she understood that
her captors had plied her with water on purpose. They had no intention
of letting her use a restroom.
Shaking with terror and her bladder already starting to ache, the
prisoner knelt in the proper position while the two Lords ran their
fingertips around her bottom, massaging her vagina and teasing her clit.
They dared not have sex with the captive, at least not before the Grand
Duchess saw her, but that did not mean they didn't have plans to violate
her in the future.
The Lords shackled and hooded Maria Elena for a short bumpy ride to
Royal Residence. Every jolt, no matter how small, sent spasms of pain
through the helpless captive. During the ride, one of her custodians
fondled her breasts and painfully pinched her nipples.
Finally the van arrived and Anyia's newest toy was ready for delivery.
Dressed in a fine silk dress and wearing a diamond crown, she
imperiously strode out to the driveway, carrying a switch. A small
two-pronged whip was attached to her belt, an item she found especially
useful for "breaking in" new servants. Following the Grand Duchess were
her other living possessions, young human beings that had been turned
over to her as personal property. As always, they were silent, naked,
and extremely careful not to do anything that might set off their
owner's temper.
By the time Maria Elena stepped out of the van her bladder felt like it
was going to explode. The pain and pressure were unbelievable, forcing
tears into her eyes and sweat to trickle down her cheeks. The girl's
world was reduced to her bladder... If only someone would let her go to
the bathroom... if only...
Lord Horskti and Lord Vidmarkt forced the Colombian into a kneeling
position and took off her shackles and hood. Now she was completely
naked and unencumbered except for her collar. Trembling with terror and
pain, Maria Elena knelt forward... trying as hard as she could to assume
a correct position in spite of the mounting crisis in her bladder. The
Grand Duchess walked around her new servant, gently kicking her in the
same way a car owner in the US might kick a tire. Anyia pushed her
switch into Maria Elena's hair, flipped it a little, and then tapped her
shoulder. Suddenly she twisted back and laid a fearsome blow across the
servant's shoulders. Maria Elena screamed. The Grand Duchess grabbed a
fist-full of her captive's hair and violently shook her.
"What's the meaning of this? Why did you choose to insult the Royal
House... to insult me... by coming here with a tangle of obscene,
dishonored hair? How dare you do this to the Crown! How dare you!"
Before
Maria Elena had a chance to respond or even react, Anyia snapped her
fingers. Two security guards grabbed the new servant and forced her into
a standing position. The Grand Duchess tightened her lips and laid
several fearsome slaps across the captive's face. She grabbed Maria
Elena's thick black hair and pulled hard on it, as she landed several
more cruel slaps. By then the Colombian was bleeding from her nose, her
lip was cut, and the entire left side of her face was swelling. The
Grand Duchess pulled out her whip and ordered her guards to toss the
captive to the ground so she could flog her. Maria Elena tripped as she
fell. At that instant her bladder gave out and a torrent of yellow
liquid gushed onto the ground. The other servants stared in horrified
silence as their newest companion knelt in an ever-expanding pool of her
own urine. The Lords smiled knowingly as the Grand Duchess went white
with shock and rage. Anyia's mood worsened when she noticed that the hem
of her expensive dress had fallen into the puddle and now was stained
yellow. The Duchess shrieked with disgust and trembled with fury. Never
before had a servant so thoroughly dishonored herself in her Divine
Presence.
Maria Elena sobbed with despair, because she knew that her disgrace in
the eyes of the Grand Duchess and the other servants was absolute. What
she felt was not so much fear, but humiliation that went beyond anything
words could have described. It did not matter, not to her, not to Anyia,
and not to anyone else in the household, that the Lords were the ones
responsible for her condition. Maria Elena was the one who was at fault.
The Grand Duchess was insane with anger. In barely coherent shrieks she
yelled at the guards to chain the Colombian so she could be properly
flogged. Still sobbing from terror and reeking of urine, Maria Elena was
roughly grabbed by the guards. The men put cuffs around her wrists and
ankles before dragging her to a whipping post that was set up in the
middle of the courtyard. They attached her wrists to a loop in the wood
before stepping back to allow Anyia to punish her.
The other servants remained immobile, kneeling and looking straight
ahead. They were as still as statues, and betrayed no emotion in their
expressions. The Grand Duchess, meanwhile, was gritting her teeth with
rage at the insult. It never occurred to her to ask why Maria Elena�s
hair was unbraided or why her bladder was so full. In the mind of the
Grand Duchess, the newest servant had not bothered to properly prepare
for her transfer and had affronted her new mistress on purpose. She did
not notice the smirking expressions of her two Lords, and even had she
noticed, she would have thought nothing of it. The fact they were the
ones at fault for the servant�s condition was of no concern to Anyia.
The only thing that mattered to the Grand Duchess was the criminal�s
unbraided hair and the huge puddle of piss contaminating her courtyard.
It was a deliberate affront that needed to be severely punished.
Anyia pulled hard on Maria Elena�s hair and jerked her head back and
forth several times. She screamed at a naked servant holding several
whips to bring them forward so she could make a selection. She grabbed
the one closest to her, a short whip with several tails. By shear luck
it was the lightest implement of the selection. In spite of her rage,
the Grand Duchess would not be able to break her servant�s skin, no
matter how long she flogged her victim.
Maria Elena was thoroughly terrified. She was shaking from fear and had
completely lost control of her bladder. Urine continued to dribble down
her legs and pooled at her feet, further enraging the Grand Duchess.
Anyia slashed hard across the criminal�s back several times, criss-crossing
her olive skin with small reddish welts. The sting was terrifying, and
Maria Elena, whose resistance already was worn down by the treatment she
had suffered under the Lords, screamed and sobbed pitifully.
Anyia punished out of sheer rage. There was nothing calculated or
controlled about the way she was whipping the Colombian. She spent a
long time flogging the criminal�s back and shoulders until her skin was
raw, then moved to flogging her bottom and thighs. Maria Elena twisted
to avoid the blows, but Lord Vidmarkt turned on his zapper and jammed it
between her thighs to force her to keep her bottom sticking out.
Lord Vidmarkt turned out to be every bit as sadistic as the Grand
Duchess. He used a high setting and zapped the servant on her vagina.
Maria Elena screamed and flailed helplessly as the Lord sought out the
most sensitive spot to land the shocks. Maria Elena desperately wanted
to pass out, but Lord Vidmarkt made sure the device�s setting was not
enough to make her faint. Finally the criminal managed to get her feet
back on the ground and arched her back. The Lord held the zapper in
front, ready to shock her again if she tried to avoid the blows from
Anyia�s whip.
Anyia spent an eternity belaboring the Colombian�s bottom and the backs
of her thighs. She hit hard and quickly followed up with a back-hand
stroke� over and over and over. Maria Elena continued to tremble,
scream, and cry, but with the zapper menacing her vagina, she dared not
move forward. Anyia wore herself out� by the time she was satisfied that
she had flogged her servant�s bottom enough, sweat was pouring down her
face and she was breathing heavily.
Anyia ordered the guards to turn Maria Elena around so she could whip
her legs from the front. Lord Vidmarkt took the liberty to zap the
servant several more times. The guards hooked the victim�s ankles to
rings in the ground to force her legs apart. Yes indeed, Anyia would hit
her� there�
The Grand Duchess struck Maria Elena many times across the thighs, but
she had worn herself out and her strength was ebbing. She weakly struck
the servant between the legs, flicking the whip�s tails on the girl�s
exposed vulva, but not as hard as she would have liked. Finally she was
done. She finished with a couple of strokes across Maria Elena�s breasts
and tossed the whip to the ground. She turned to the two Lords and her
guards:
�Take this dishonored piece of filth and put her in the pillory. I want
her to have time to think about what she�s done to me and what a true
disgrace she is. I�ll decide what to do with her tomorrow.�
�Yes, your graciousness.�
By the time Anyia finished flogging her, Maria Elena was beyond crying.
She hung limply from her cuffs in pain that she could not have imagined.
Her entire body stung horribly, she felt the burns where she had been
shocked, and to make matters worse, she had pulled a muscle in her
shoulder when Lord Vidmarkt had electrocuted her between the legs.
The guards unhooked the prisoner from the whipping post and dragged her
across the courtyard to a pillory. A Danubian pillory was different from
the ones used in England and Colonial North America. It consisted of two
thick wooden posts that were about 5 meters high connected on the top by
a wooden crossbar that was about 2 meters wide. About a meter and a half
from the ground small platforms for the criminal�s feet were attached to
the posts, along with chains to secure the ankles. Two additional sets
of chains and cuffs hung from the crossbar, which were used to secure
the criminal�s wrists.
In traditional Danubian society criminals were always stripped naked
before being pilloried, usually before the formal reading of the charges
and the sentence. A person being punished stood with a foot on each
platform, which forced the legs to be widely spread and the genitalia to
be prominently displayed. The criminal�s wrists were secured to the
chains attached to the crossbeam, forcing the arms to be spread as well.
The chains were drawn tight to prevent the criminal from moving much,
leaving the limbs completely spread and the body totally exposed. The
criminal was not suspended; most of the weight was concentrated on the
foot platforms, but after several hours of standing immobilized in an
uncomfortable position the muscle cramps became unbearable.
The Danubian pillory was a traditional form of public punishment
commonly used in villages and small towns for offenses considered too
minor for a formal collaring. Petty criminals normally were pilloried on
Market Day, placed on display in the town square for about eight hours.
If the Grand Duke�s officials felt the criminal�s family shared any
blame for their relative�s behavior, parents or siblings could be
sentenced to having to kneel next to the pillory as a way to dishonor
the entire family. The pillory was a harsh punishment for a society
obsessed with honor and protocol.
Pillories were phased out after the Second World War and became little
more than objects of historical curiosity and tourist attractions.
However, one of the changes Anyia brought to the Royal Residence was to
re-introduce the pillory as a way to punish her servants. As soon as the
Royal house carpenters had built the Grand Duchess the pillory she
ordered, she gleefully started putting it to use. As offended as she was
by the newest addition to her collection, it would be nice to see that
Colombian stretched on the pillory, her body covered in whip-marks, and
her face full of tears. Yes indeed� that is what that pathetic creature
deserved for so completely dishonoring herself.
The other servants continued to kneel quietly while the two Lords
ordered palace guards to force Maria Elena up a small ladder so her feet
could be placed on the small platforms. When the criminal�s feet were
attached to the ankle chains, the guards attached the cuffs on her
wrists to the chains hanging from the crossbeam. Once the length of the
chains was properly adjusted, the criminal stood with her arms and legs
spread and her body completely on display. She winced in pain from the
pulled muscle in her back and the throbbing welts that covered her body.
Anyia and the Lords looked at her with satisfied expressions, while the
other servants continued staring straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to
her plight.
After a few minutes Anyia turned around and the two Lords fell in behind
her. The servants immediately placed their heads on the ground as the
Royals made their way back towards the main entrance to the house. Two
servants ran ahead to open the doors, while the others quickly got up
and followed their mistress.
Maria Elena was left alone in the courtyard, her body still stretched
tight and immobilized on the pillory. She felt absolute despair, but at
the moment she was in too much pain and discomfort to really think about
anything other than her current situation. She still was in shock over
how badly her first day with the Grand Duchess had started and how
horribly she was being treated. Yes, she had known her new owner was a
cruel and evil person, but it never dawned on Maria Elena that the Grand
Duchess could be as bad as this. And those two Lords� it was obvious
they had the confidence of Anyia because they were every bit as bad as
she was.
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Several
hours passed. Groups of ordinary workers and gardeners from the Estate
passed by when their shifts ended, many of them stopping to take a look
at the Grand Duchess� newest acquisition. Their reactions varied: some
of the workers looked at her with curiosity, others clearly enjoyed
seeing her predicament, and others felt sorry for her. Maria Elena�s
despair and humiliation intensified, because she found having ordinary
workers see her exposed on the pillory much more embarrassing than
having the Grand Duchess and her servants see her. The workers were just
normal people, and the criminal knew that in their eyes she had been
turned into a freak. As the hours wore on and the daylight faded, the
prisoner�s discomfort slowly became agony. She desperately needed to
move her arms and legs. As the courtyard became dark, she hung her head
and quietly cried.
Shortly after dinner, Lord Vidmarkt approached the prisoner, accompanied
by two naked female servants. He shined a large flashlight into Maria
Elena�s face and addressed her:
�Criminal # 101025. I�d imagine you�d like to be let down from there,
wouldn�t you?�
Maria Elena didn�t answer, fearing that whatever she said would make her
situation worse. The Lord immediately pulled out his zapper and touched
it to the criminal�s vagina. As the electricity surged through her body
she screamed and jolted. Even when the Lord Vidmarkt the device away and
turned it off, his victim continued to cry and shake violently.
�Criminal # 101025. When you are asked a question, you will answer. Do
you understand me?�
Between sobs, Maria Elena managed to say �yes my Lord.�
�Very well then. I�ll ask you again, I�d imagine you�d like to be let
down, wouldn�t you?�
As fearful as she was of Lord Vidmarkt and what he might do to her,
Maria Elena figured that with him she�d not be any worse off than she
was at the moment. Besides, her muscles were so cramped that she
couldn�t see how she could stand being on the pillory much longer. Still
sobbing, she answered:
�Yes my Lord. I�d like you to let me down.�
�Oh really? You are asking me to do you a favor, then.�
�Yes, my Lord.�
�Why do you want to be let down?�
Maria Elena didn�t have the vocabulary in Danubian to explain that her
muscles were cramping and she couldn�t take being immobilized much
longer. All she could say was:
�My body� bad� bad feeling� please��
�Ahhh� poor girl� so you find this painful?�
�Yes, my Lord.�
�But this is only what you deserve. You dishonored yourself before the
Grand Duchess today. You insulted her with your behavior and your
failure to control your bodily functions, and now you are experiencing
the consequences of your shortcomings.�
The Lord shined the flashlight in the criminal�s eyes, temporarily
blinding her.
�You will understand, and you will admit, that it was entirely your
fault that you chose to show up with your hair undone. No one undid your
braids; that was a decision you took upon yourself. As for losing
control of your bladder, you pissed intentionally as a direct affront to
the Grand Duchess, because obviously you did not understand the need to
show proper respect. The flogging and being pilloried were the natural
and proper results of your disgraceful and disrespectful behavior
towards your Mistress. You are entirely to blame for your own
predicament, and it will be up to you to make amends to both us and to
your Mistress.�
It was at that moment that Maria Elena broke. All she wanted was to be
let down, to have nothing more than the freedom to move her arms and
legs and get the circulation going again and get rid of that agonizing
cramping. Lord Vidmarkt would have his way with her.
�I�m sorry, my Lord. I�m sorry I�m such a bad servant.�
�To say you�re sorry is easy when one is in the situation you are in.
You understand that words have no meaning.�
The Lord paused as Maria Elena continued to cry.
�If I let you down, Criminal # 101025, what will you do in response?�
�I will obey you, my Lord� I will do whatever you want.�
�Oh really? And what about your Mistress?�
�I will try to please her, my Lord.�
�Excellent. Maybe you will learn what it is to be a servant after-all.
Do whatever I want, that�s what you are saying, Criminal # 101025?�
�Yes, my Lord. Whatever you want.�
�You see� that should have been your attitude from the beginning. If
only you had the correct attitude this afternoon, you wouldn�t be where
you are now, would you?�
�No, my Lord. It�s all my fault.�
The official turned to his servants and ordered them to unhook the
criminal�s cuffs. A guard joined the group to catch the prisoner as she
fell, knowing that there was no way she had the strength to remain
standing once her arms were released. As she fell off the pillory, the
man caught her and lowered her to the ground. He spat on her and walked
off. Maria Elena moved weakly, trying to get the circulation going in
her arms. Lord Vidmarkt turned to his servants:
�Pick her up and take her to the washroom.�
The two female servants grabbed Maria Elena�s arms and led their
semi-conscious companion to a small tiled room that contained a metal
platform and several showerheads and hoses. The women washed off their
fellow servant, thoroughly soaping her body and massaging her arms and
legs. The Lord stood watching with his arms crossed.
�Touch her.�
The two servants obeyed. Both of them pushed their fingers into Maria
Elena�s vagina and opened it up. Each touched her clitoris. One of the
women then raised Maria Elena�s legs while the other inserted a soapy
finger into her bottom. The women continued to hold Maria Elena with her
legs up and a finger in her bottom while the Lord approached her:
�You will understand that you have no honor. You are dishonored and I
want you to remember that every moment of your life. You are dishonored.
Do you understand me?�
Maria Elena sobbed: �Yes, my Lord.�
�Say it. I need to hear you say it.�
�I am dishonored, my Lord.�
�Very well.�
The two servants dried off the Colombian, who by that time had started
to recover from her ordeal on the pillory. Lord Vidmarkt ordered the
women to take her to another small room that contained various sets of
chains and cuffs, as well as several strange-looking pieces of
furniture. The servants pulled out an item that looked halfway between a
bench and a small table. There were four sets of cuffs attached to the
surface, along with a much larger ring to immobilize the subject�s
waist. Maria Elena was ordered to get on her elbows and knees and
position herself so her waist could be restrained along with her limbs.
Once she was in position, she was lewdly exposed. The Lord massaged the
criminal�s welt-covered bottom and commented:
�This is called the �dog� position. It is a position suitable only for
dogs, which is what you are. You will understand that you are not a
human being� in spite of what the Ministry of Justice might have told
you. You are property� in the same way that a dog is property. The
Mistress can hang you tomorrow and throw your body in the trash if she
so desires. A good dog, one that doesn�t want to be euthanized, will
obey her master or her mistress at all times.�
�Yes, my Lord.�
With that one of the female servants dabbed some jelly into Maria
Elena�s vagina and sphincter, pushing her finger in to make sure both
were properly lubricated. Meanwhile Lord Vidmarkt began undressing.
Maria Elena looked back with horror, noticing he was erect.
�Dogs like this. They like sex. That�s why they�re dogs.�
As
the two naked servants knelt facing the wall, the Lord positioned
himself behind Maria Elena, grabbed her hips, and forced his way into
her. He pushed hard against her welt-covered backside with vigorous
thrusts. Maria Elena closed her eyes and whimpered, unable to believe
what was happening to her. After what seemed to be an eternity, she felt
the man�s penis pumping semen into her body, and then felt it slowly
going limp. He pulled out and grabbed her hair.
�Thank me, dog. Thank me by barking like the bitch in heat you are.�
Maria Elena could only sob. Lord Vidmarkt let go of her hair and pulled
a heavy belt from his pants. He struck hard across her exposed bottom.
Maria Elena screamed as the belt tore into her already battered
backside.
�You heard what I told you to do, bitch. Now do it. Bark.�
Maria Elena, shaking violently and still crying, managed to let out a
weak bark. The Lord struck her hard across the bottom a second time.
�You know what you need to do, dog. Do it.�
The prisoner managed to bark much louder. This time Lord Vidmarkt was
satisfied. He traced her bottom-hole with his finger and began
masturbating himself. Within a couple of minutes he was hard again and
ready to enter his victim a second time. He positioned himself and
pushed in, this time boring into Maria Elena�s intestines. She grunted
with discomfort and humiliation as her tormentor thrust into her over
and over. Finally she felt his penis throbbing and going limp, but her
intestines still ached and her bottom-hole felt raw from the newest
intrusion.
Lord Vidmarkt ordered his servants to clean up Maria Elena a second
time. They took her down from the bondage table and returned her to the
wash room. The Colombian did not resist when the two young women soaped
her crotch and massaged her with their fingers, nor did she react when
she felt a fingertip vigorously rubbing soap into her sore bottom. The
women rinsed her off and dried her. They helped her into a kneeling
position before assuming kneeling positions themselves.
Criminal # 101025 trembled as she knelt and tears continued to roll down
her cheeks. She was a classic picture of absolute submission. At that
moment she realized how truly awful her new life would be. Hatred welled
up inside her, not only towards the woman who had enslaved her and the
man who had raped and sodomized her, but also towards the other
servants. As she was being beaten and humiliated they didn�t even have
the decency to react. From her two companions there was no reaction
either. She hated them, as undoubtedly they hated her and they hated
each other. Among Anyia�s servants there was no friendship or
solidarity, nothing but selfish silence.
Noting that Maria Elena was weak, her custodian rightly assumed that she
needed to have something to eat. He ordered one of his servants to go to
the kitchen and bring something to eat. She quickly returned with a
plate of food, a mixture of potatoes and meat that she placed on the
floor. Maria Elena, who had not had anything to eat all day, looked
longingly at the meal. Lord Vidmarkt tapped her body with a switch.
�You may eat, servant. You are not to touch the food with your hands,
because as the Grand Duchess�s property you have not yet earned that
privilege. But you are granted my permission to eat.�
With difficulty Maria Elena got on her hands and knees and dipped her
face into the food. Eating like an animal was yet another humiliation,
but she was so hungry that she didn�t care. Already she had lost any
semblance of self-respect.
Lord Vidmarkt contemplated Criminal # 101025 with deep satisfaction,
knowing that she would make a good addition to the Royal Household.
Already her spirit was broken and it was obvious she would do what she
was told. She would be properly trained and become like the others, a
silent slave whose only Path in Life was to serve and provide pleasure
to her superiors. With any luck at all the Grand Duchess would quickly
tire of her, and he would be able to take the exotic-looking girl for
himself. He already owned several other cast-off servants, a direct
benefit of being one of only two Lords who had the complete confidence
of the Grand Duchess.
Lord Vidmarkt�s desire to take Maria Elena for himself did have a
momentary benefit for her. Had he not wanted her he simply would have
put her back into the pillory and left her there until the next morning.
However, because he had his eye on the new servant, he wanted to keep
her in good physical condition, as well as make her psychologically
dependent on him. He shackled her and took her to a small room that had
a sink with a toothbrush and washcloth, a toilet, and a small bed.
�You will understand that I brought you to this room by choice. The
Grand Duchess authorized me to keep you in the pillory until dawn, but
it was my decision to bring you here instead. It is by my choice that
you will sleep here, even though what you deserve is the pillory. My
choice. Do you understand me, dog-bitch?�
�Yes, my Lord.�
Lord Vidmarkt put out his foot.
�Show me your gratitude.�
Maria Elena understood what he wanted. She needed to kiss his foot. It
was the ultimate degradation, even worse than being raped or having to
eat with no hands out of a bowl. However, the pillory loomed in the
criminal�s mind and the idea of having to endure several more hours of
agony with her arms stretched and her legs spread filled her with
horror. She was genuinely grateful to be taken down and allowed to eat
and sleep. She would do what was necessary to avoid the pillory. She
kissed the man�s shoe.
�Thank you, my Lord.�
�Good. Clean your face and brush your teeth. Tomorrow you will receive
the honor of serving the Grand Duchess.�
With that Lord Vidmarkt closed the door and bolted it from the outside.
Maria Elena did as she was told, brushing her teeth and washing her
face. Then she lay on the mattress, so exhausted and worn out she barely
could move.
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Just 24 hours before Maria Elena had been in the house of her lover. She
still had her self-respect and pride in herself. She had her friends,
her love, her modest life, and the simple freedoms that made her life
worthwhile. Most of all, she felt that she could control how she felt
and what she thought.
Now all that was gone.
Dog. Bitch. Dog-bitch. That was indeed what she had become,
within just 24 hours. She had been broken, and now was willing to
degrade herself for a bowl of food, a bed, or the privilege of not being
whipped or tormented. Her life would be one of fear, silence, and
isolation; the same as all of the other servants in the Royal House. Not
only would she be subjected to suffering, she would be subjected to a
solitude she couldn�t even have imagined before entering the hellish
mansion in which she now was imprisoned. She had lost everything that
made her life worthwhile, her friends, her lover, her job, even the
right to speak. Her reality was her maniacal owner and the man who had
raped her, humiliated her, and called her a dog.
Now she knew what enslavement truly meant. The life she had, all of her
relations and her loves, now seemed part of another reality, a sweet
dream from which she had woken up.
To have a broken soul� to be possessed by the Destroyer� for the
first time Maria Elena felt she understood the meaning of her life. The
Destroyer had taken over her world and pulled her into the abyss. She
did not see how she could ever escape.
