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5 � Eve�s house
Eve�s next concern was to get her new servant back to her house and give
her something to eat. She knew that Trish had not yet eaten that day and
would be famished, but there was nothing she could do about that for the
time being. Collared servants had a lot of restrictions placed on them;
one of those being that they could not be seen eating in a public
location in the capitol.
Eve stopped an island taxi, which was a strange-looking contraption for
anyone who had not been to the Caribbean. It was a small open vehicle
that barely fit two passengers, with the driver sitting up front.
Instead of four wheels, it only had three. It was called a �rickshaw�
and had been made in India.
The driver�s eyes roamed over the servant�s naked body before her
mistress ordered her to get in. Eve joined Trish and told the man to
drive towards the airport.
The trip was the first opportunity Trish had to see any of Santa
Eduviges Island. The rickshaw made its way through the market district
and went past blocks of single-story residences. Most of the buildings
were made from cinderblocks and had laminated roofs. Mixed in with the
houses were small stores and an occasional school.
The majority of the people running around were dressed in loose-fitting
white shirts and cargo shorts. Many of the younger women were wearing
short dresses made of very light fabric. It was apparent that the only
concern of the people on the street was comfort. There was not much
worry about modesty, even for the Caribbean. Trish noticed something
else; that a lot of the women were wearing gold jewelry. The jewelry,
and the lack of bars on the windows of the houses, indicated there must
not be much crime on Santa Eduviges.
The rickshaw crossed a small river, passed through several kilometers of
palm plantations and banana groves, and finally came up to the airport.
Eve ordered the driver to turn left and take the road towards the beach.
The rickshaw passed through a small town and crossed a large grove of
papaya plants. On the other side of the papaya farm there was a small
group of cement houses that were within sight of the ocean. One of those
houses belonged to Eve Bousquet.
The house was typical for the houses of Santa Eduviges; a single-story
white cinderblock structure with a re-enforced laminated roof, designed
to withstand both heat and hurricanes. The property was large enough to
support several fruit trees in the back. In the front there was a huge
mango tree that shaded part of the house and was shared with a neighbor.
In the following weeks Trish would learn to hate that mango tree. One of
her duties would be to harvest ripe mangos and make sure all the mangos
that had fallen were picked up, cleaned, and bagged for a vendor who
came by every couple of days to take fruit to the market.
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Eve struggled to control her excitement. She now had, in her possession,
a woman with whom she could do whatever she wanted. She wanted to run
her hands all over her servant�s body�to kiss her�to make her follow
command after command�to have her face buried between her legs. Yes, her
dream had finally been realized, with a woman that she truly wanted.
Just looking at Trish excited her, and now she had the American all to
herself.
However, Eve forced herself to remember that Trish was more than just a
toy. She was a person who was scared, bruised, exhausted, and above
everything else, hungry and in need of a bath. It was only fair that her
physical needs had to be addressed first. She ordered Trish to wash her
hands, then to go into the refrigerator and cut herself some melon.
There was a pot of rice with chicken that Eve had prepared in the
morning, in anticipation of having a second person in her household to
feed that afternoon. Eve ordered Trish to take some, and also a glass of
orange juice. Trying to maintain a fa�ade of severity, she ordered her
servant to sit on the back porch and have her meal.
Trish devoured her food with trembling hands. It was the first decent
meal she had eaten in a week. Once she had finished, she cleaned her
plate in the kitchen, and then, not knowing what else to do, knelt in
front of her Mistress. The next priority was getting cleaned up. Eve
ordered Trish to go into the bathroom, brush her teeth, and start a
bath. Trish did as she was told.
As the water was running, she looked at herself in the mirror, for the
first time seeing herself as a slave instead of an heiress. Her hair was
tangled and her face was gaunt, reflecting four days spent in a dark
cell and not having enough to eat. Her eyes were both tired and
frightened. Her chest had been written on with a large �#4�, the last
name �Bousquet�, �sold�, and her sale price �3,500 Fl�, with a large
black marker. She cringed with humiliation at the thought that several
hundred people had seen her walking around, not just cuffed and naked,
but with her auction information scrawled all over her chest, as though
she were a walking receipt. No wonder everyone was staring at her. She
had become nothing more than recently purchased property, and that was
how an entire city saw her.
Above everything else was the collar. It was made from hardened steel
and had a ring in the front. She ran her fingers along the groves and
the latch. She took a deep breath. That thing really was permanent.
There was no way she�d be able to get it off. It would be part her
identity for the rest of her life.
The servant tried to be thorough getting cleaned up, especially in her
effort to get all that writing scrubbed off her chest. However, she knew
better than to dawdle too long in the bathroom. Her Mistress was
waiting.
Eve�s next priority was limiting the possibility Trish might try to
escape. She had to go to work five days out of the week, which meant
that her servant would be alone for hours at a time; plenty of
opportunity for her to do something stupid and get in trouble. The way
to handle that was very simple; introduce Trish around the neighborhood,
make sure everyone knew to whom she belonged, and ask the neighbors to
keep an eye on her when her owner was at work.
Trish was totally exhausted, but felt much better after having eaten and
getting cleaned up. She dutifully followed her owner around the cluster
of houses. Trish learned that her Mistress was on very good terms with
most of the neighbors. At some of her friends� houses Eve did not even
bother to knock, but instead walked around the house to the back of the
property and called out the neighbor�s name. At each stop Trish had to
go to her knees and remain silent while her Mistress casually bragged
about her new purchase. All of the neighbors congratulated her, in the
same way they would have congratulated her on getting a good deal on a
fancy car.
Almost all of Eve�s female neighbors were doing chores on their back
porches. On Santa Eduviges the back porch of a house was actually a work
area for both laundry and cooking. Ovens and stoves were almost always
kept outdoors to prevent them from heating the inside of the house.
Washing machines were not yet common on the island, so most clothing had
to be washed in a large specially designed sink. Therefore, between
cooking and laundry, women spent their days on their porches instead of
inside their houses.
Trish was surprised that most of the women working on their porches were
topless, wearing nothing but an apron, or completely naked. Since
gaining independence, the citizens of Santa Eduviges always had been
more accepting of nudity than most other islands. The recent flood of
tourists visiting from the European country of Danubia and their demand
for nude beaches reinforced the island�s relaxed ideas about modesty and
wearing only what was necessary. Seeing the female neighbors in various
states of undress on their back porches helped put Trish at ease about
her own situation, slightly.
The most difficult stop was at a house where a group of teenaged boys
were drinking beer and half-heartedly attempting to fix an outboard
motor for a family fishing boat. Upon seeing Officer Bousquet, they hid
their beer and played innocent. However, Eve was not worried about their
drinking at the moment: she simply was passing through to introduce her
new servant. There were nine teenagers, and nine sets of eyes were glued
to the servant�s body the entire time Eve conversed with them. With all
those teenagers leering at her, it was very hard for the American to
keep her hands at her sides and not try to cover herself. Then, against
her wishes, she began to feel a hint of sexual excitement, being totally
exposed in front of all those boys. The excitement embarrassed her
further.
It was late afternoon by the time Eve and Trish had made their rounds
through the neighborhood. The purpose of taking Trish around and
introducing her to everyone was very clear: �this is my new servant.
Please help me by keeping an eye on her when I�m not around, and if she
does anything that she�s not supposed to do, let me know right away.�
Trish understood, with all of the neighbors knowing who she was and
watching her, there was not a chance she could leave the area without
someone noticing. She might as well have been locked up in a
high-security prison.
At sunset they returned to Eve�s house. The policewoman ordered Trish to
cut herself another piece of melon and finish off the rice. Once again,
Trish had to eat sitting on the steps of Eve�s back porch. That would be
where she would have to eat all of her meals, since servants were not
allowed to eat sitting normally at a table.
Following dinner, Eve ordered Trish to follow her to the house next
door. The neighbors were an older couple whose children had graduated
and moved out. They invited the policewoman and her servant inside and
told Eve to take a seat in an armchair. Eve ordered her servant to kneel
next to her, facing forward.
The neighbors offered a glass of rum to their guest. Trish had to settle
for a glass of water. She looked longingly at the rum, having been a
heavy drinker in her party scene up to the week before. She suspected,
quite correctly, that as a servant she�d never be allowed to touch
alcohol again.
Eve and the neighbors spent a long time conversing about the
neighborhood�s problems, politics in the capitol, and a local girl who
had recently married a Danubian contractor and emigrated from the
Island. Finally the conversation shifted to Trish. Eve talked about the
arrest, her decision to buy the prisoner, and the government discounts
she got from the judge. (She did not mention the extra 1,000 Florins he
lent her.) Like everyone else, the neighbors congratulated Eve on her
purchase and outsmarting her rival at the auction. Eve then got to the
point of her visit. She would make Trish available to pick mangos on the
neighbor�s side of the property in exchange for her being taught how to
perform household chores. As Eve put it:
�This girl hasn�t done a lick of work in her entire life. I�d imagine
she doesn�t know one end of a mop from the other or what laundry
detergent looks like.�
Trish knelt silently, embarrassed by her owner�s accurate assessment.
She looked longingly at the bottle of rum, badly wishing she could have
a glass�just one glass. She dreaded the prospect of having to spend her
days picking mangos and doing household chores.
However, there was something else that made her uneasy as she remained
on her knees and tried to stay on her best behavior. Eve was running her
fingers through her hair and caressing her shoulder, in an absent-minded
manner similar to the way a person would touch a large dog lying next to
their chair. As Trish felt her Mistress�s fingers exploring her scalp
and stroking her skin, she suspected the real reason Eve had wanted to
buy her.
The visit to the neighbor�s house concluded with the wife saying:
�Don�t worry about a thing, Eve. I�ll keep your girl plenty busy and
teach her what she needs to know. She�ll be such a good housekeeper;
she�ll put the hotels to shame.�
�Thanks. And if she gives you any trouble, just let me know and I�ll
deal with her when I get home.�
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Eve ordered Trish to accompany her back to her house. The servant was
very worried, wondering what was going to happen next. However, Eve was
not sure how to proceed with her plan to turn Trish into her submissive
lover. She simply could have ordered Trish to do whatever she wanted, in
the same way that she would be ordering her to do housework and pick
fruit. However, when it came to sex, Eve wanted more than just to boss
Trish around. She wanted to dominate Trish by seducing her. She wanted
to control not only the actions of her servant, but also her body and
her emotions. Trish would not be truly under her control if she were
angry or resentful at having to be Eve�s sexual slave. The hope what
that, at some point, Trish would want to be Eve�s sexual slave; that she
would willingly submit to whatever Eve wanted from her. That was Eve�s
ultimate ambition.
Since Trish was dead tired and Eve was not sure how to proceed with her
ambitions, she simply decided to put her servant to bed. Anyhow, Trish
had been through a hellish day, following four nights with almost no
sleep. More than anything else she needed to rest.
The custom on the Island was that a collared servant was not allowed to
sleep in a normal bed. However, Eve did not want her sleeping on the
floor either. The compromise was a military army cot with a foam
mattress and a sheet over the top. Trish would sleep on the cot, but
would not be allowed to cover herself.
Eve ordered Trish to unfold the cot and told her how to set it up. For
several minutes the servant struggled with her task, but finally figured
it out. It was the first time in her life that she had set something up
on her own. When she finished, she got on her knees and Eve caressed her
face. Once again, she worried about what that meant, but being caressed
was a lot better than being whipped.
A few minutes later Trish was asleep. The cot was not something she
would have thought about sleeping on a week ago, but after four days
spent lying on a dirty cement floor, it felt wonderful.
Eve undressed for the night. She returned to the living room to make
sure her servant had gone to sleep and would not try to escape. Trish
was totally out. Good thing Eve had decided to wait on sex, because it
was not likely the American would have been very responsive given how
tired she was. When the moment came to seduce her, she would have to be
rested.
The living room where her servant was sleeping was dimly lit, but there
was enough light for her to have a good look at the American�s uncovered
body. Eve�s eyes captured every detail�thinking how pretty and sexy
Trish really was. She refrained from running her hands over the girl�s
smooth skin.
She is so lovely�and so tempting. Seeing her naked servant made Eve give
up on her plans for a slow seduction. She knew that she wouldn�t have
the patience. No.
Tomorrow�s the day. I�m not going to wait any longer. I�ve waited all my
life for this, and I�m not waiting any longer. Tomorrow�s when I�ll make
her truly mine.
