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8 - Servant Trish
Trish woke up before sunrise the next morning. There was no alarm clock
to get her up; but instead there was something worse: roosters. The
neighborhood was full of them. Flora and Pierre, it seemed, had one of
the loudest and most obnoxious roosters of them all: a bird that
delighted in standing right outside the living room window and letting
Trish have it.
At the beginning of her first full week as a slave, Trish groaned and
got out of her cot, cussing out both the roosters and the speed in which
the night went by. She grabbed a mango seed out of the trash and with
all her strength threw it at Flora�s rooster. She managed to clip his
tail feathers and sent him running off, clucking in protest.
Trish put her newly-acquired cooking skills to use and prepared coffee
and breakfast. She heard her Mistress getting up. Good thing she already
had started breakfast. Good thing she already was awake. Good thing
Flora�s rooster had woken her up.
Eve was fully dressed in her uniform by the time Trish had finished
cooking. Trish knelt, greeted her owner, and served her. While the
policewoman cleaned her service revolver, Trish ate the remaining food
and cleaned up the kitchen.
As she was about to leave for work, Eve had her servant kneel to receive
her orders for the day. After cleaning the bathroom and floors and
making the bed, she�d have to take Eve�s clothes next door to wash them.
She�d also have to take her massage books with her and study them.
�I have to go to range qualification and do a PT test today. I�m going
to be sore when I get back and I�ll need a massage.�
�Yes, Mistress Bousquet.�
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The day did not start out well. Trish hauled a huge bundle of clothing
to Flora�s house, dreading the prospect of having to spend the entire
morning washing all that crap. The problem was, she had forgotten that
she�d also have to pick up three days� worth of fallen mangos from the
yard and harvest a bunch more out of the tree, so the clothes would have
to wait until the afternoon. When Flora made that announcement, Trish
rolled her eyes, a gesture she very quickly would regret.
�Get on your elbows and knees, young lady.�
When the servant complied, Flora gave her a vicious swipe across her
bottom with her switch. Trish cried out from the sudden pain. Her hands
involuntarily went to her bottom.
�I guess you want more, young lady. I didn�t say anything about you
getting up. Get back into position. Now!�
Flora struck hard three times. Trish cried out, but managed to keep her
elbows on the floor.
�Young lady, you will NEVER disrespect me like that again! I guess
you�ve forgotten your place around here! I guess I need to remind you
who you are!�
Flora laid another four cruel welts across the American�s exposed
bottom. Trish�s body shook with sobs. She couldn�t believe how much
strokes from a flimsy piece of tree limb could hurt.
Flora stood over the slave, tapping the switch in her hand.
�In school the usual punishment for disrespect was 12 strokes of the
switch on the bare bottom. So, young lady, do you want the last four?�
Trish managed to get out ��no, Mistress Flora� between sobs.
�Well, I guess that�s just too bad, isn�t it? Your Mistress left me in
charge of you, so it�s up to me to decide how many strokes you�re
getting. Prepare yourself and don�t you dare move, or I�ll give you a
lot more.�
Flora stuck very hard over the next couple of minutes, spacing the final
four strokes about 30 seconds apart to allow the servant to feel each
one.
�Now. Get outside and attend to your duties. I hope there�s no more
unpleasantness between us today.�
�Yes, Mistress Flora.�
Trish was crying when she went outside. Flora, with the switch still in
her hand, followed her out. The yard was totally covered with mangos.
�The buckets to put the mangos in are over there. Get the ones near the
sidewalk first. Then you can work your way back towards the house.�
�Yes, Mistress Flora.�
As soon as Trish began picking up the mangos closest to the street, the
neighborhood�s school children started passing by in their uniforms on
their way to class. A lot of the children stopped to watch Trish as she
worked. She made an interesting sight, a naked American with 12 red
welts on her bottom and tears rolling down her cheeks. Some of the
children were pointing at her and giggling. A couple of the older
students had cell phones and were taking pictures. Trish dared not say
anything to the kids. Nor did she dare leave the front part of the yard.
Flora was standing in the shade, watching her and tapping her hand with
the switch.
After a few minutes the kids moved on. If they were late to class they�d
feel their teacher�s switch on their own bottoms, so they reluctantly
left the interesting spectacle in the retired woman�s front yard.
However, as soon as the younger kids went away, the neighborhood�s
high-school students started passing Flora�s house, including the boys
that had taken pictures of her the day before. Oddly enough, Trish was
much more embarrassed by having the girls seeing her than the boys. The
boys were mostly quiet, but the girls happily chatted with each other
about Trish and her predicament. Fortunately, time was running short and
the teenagers had to get to class.
As soon as the high school kids were gone, Flora went back inside. She
had proved her point and expected no further trouble from Eve�s servant.
Trish spent the entire morning picking up mangos, sorting them, dumping
the damaged ones into a compost pile, washing the good ones, and
stacking the sellable fruit inside plastic bins for the vendor. Flora
returned to the yard shortly before 11:00 to tell the servant which
mangos she wanted harvested from the tree. By then, the vicious sting
from the welts faded into a dull ache. However, the welts had swollen
and were dark. Trish knew that if she sat down, very quickly she�d be
reminded of the morning�s �unpleasantness�.
Trish continued working with her ladder and pole until 12:30, when the
fruit vendor came by. Flora came out to collect the money for the
mangos. Trish knelt while the other two conversed. Of course, the vendor
was curious about the welts on the servant�s bottom. Flora turned to
Trish:
�Explain what happened, young lady.�
Trish was forced to tell the story of how she rolled her eyes and was
punished for it. Flora interjected:
�The punishment was just not for rolling your eyes, young lady. It was
because you showed me that you did not want to perform your duties. It
wasn�t just disrespect, Servant Trish; it was defiance, and I will not
tolerate defiance from a collared delinquent.�
�Yes, Mistress Flora.�
Tears welled up in the servant�s eyes. She didn�t understand why, but
being referred to as a �collared delinquent� hurt her feelings as much
as the switching itself.
Flora told Trish that she would not be eating anything out of the
kitchen that day. If she was hungry enough, she could take whatever she
wanted from the fruit trees. Trish sullenly consumed several pieces of
fruit before going onto the back porch and dealing with the mound of
clothing sitting on top of the sink. Flora, with the switch in her hand,
instructed Trish as she performed the afternoon�s duty.
The afternoon went only slightly better than the morning. Flora caught
Trish giving her a resentful look. She ordered the servant to put her
hands on the sink and gave her two cruel strokes over her already marked
bottom. She ordered Trish to get back to her laundry, without allowing
her to rub her newest welts.
By unfortunate coincidence, Trish had to hang the clothes outside
Flora�s house precisely at the moment the school children were returning
home from their classes. So�a bunch of kids got another good look at the
unhappy servant and her marked bottom.
By 4:00 Trish was as tired as a person could be. However, the only break
she got was from physical labor, because now she had to study the
massage manual and figure out, in just a couple of hours, how to give a
massage. She tried sitting on one of Flora�s hard wooden chairs, but the
ache from her welts forced her to remain standing as she looked over the
manual.
Shortly before Eve was scheduled to return, Flora reminded Trish that
her owner probably did not have any massage oil. Therefore Trish would
have to go to a small store at the opposite end of the street and see if
there was any coconut oil available. She handed the servant a
quarter-Florin and sent her on her errand. Trish walked down the street
in the infernal heat with the late afternoon sun shining on her bare
body. There were a few neighbors walking around or working in their
yards, but fortunately the street was not overly crowded. Still, the
walk was not pleasant. The neighbors were interested in her attractive
figure, but more of their attention was drawn to the welts covering her
bottom. Her punishment had been made public.
When she bought the coconut oil, the shopkeeper snapped at her for not
kneeling. He threatened to tell her Mistress about her disrespect unless
she allowed him to grope her. Trish was terrified, but responded that he
would need to talk to Eve about touching her. Anyhow, she was not
allowed to talk without her Mistress�s permission. Much to Trish�s
surprise, the shopkeeper backed off and did not say anything more.
When Eve returned from work, Flora ordered Trish to bend over and show
the 14 welts on her bare bottom. Eve gently ran her hand over her
servant�s injured backside. Then Trish had to kneel and explain why she
had been punished. The police officer casually commented:
�Disrespect will get you unpleasant results. I hope you�ve learned your
lesson.�
�Yes, Mistress Bousquet.�
Trish was terrified that Eve would further punish her. Fortunately Flora
added:
�I�m sure she understands what she did wrong, love. Yes, there was a
little unpleasantness, but she did work hard in the garden this morning
and your laundry�s clean. She�s been disciplined enough for the day.�
Eve responded by stroking Trish�s hair.
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When Eve returned home with her servant, Trish pondered what she should
say about the incident with the shopkeeper. She was worried about how
her Mistress would react. However, she knew that if she said nothing,
and then Eve heard something from the shopkeeper or someone else, she
could expect to be whipped. Better to come clean about the incident now,
take whatever consequences right away, and then not worry about it.
Trish�s hunch turned out to be correct. Eve was very irritated at the
shopkeeper, not for his disrespect towards Trish, but because he had
disrespected the servant�s Mistress. One didn�t just go around groping
someone else�s property without first getting the owner�s permission.
Anyhow, Eve added that Trish had handled the incident correctly, by
telling him to talk to her owner and not say anything more.
�I�ll have a chat with him. I guarantee it won�t happen again.�
Trish noticed that Eve�s uniform was dusty and that she smelled strongly
of sweat. Obviously she had endured a rough day, having to pass both PT
testing and then range qualification with various weapons. She suspected
her Mistress�s lenient attitude was partly due to being extremely tired.
Best to take advantage of that and make sure she stayed in a good mood.
Trish ran a bath for her owner and helped her get cleaned up; shampooing
her hair and massaging her shoulders and arms, as usual. She dried the
policewoman with a towel. Eve had not said anything about cancelling the
night�s massage, so Trish pulled down the covers of her bed and opened
the bottle of oil. The Mistress lay down on her back.
Trish lit several candles and turned out the light. She spread oil over
Eve�s entire body, making sure to include her breasts and inner thighs.
She admired her owner�s strong figure, which was muscular and intensely
feminine at the same time. Starting with Eve�s face, she followed the
book�s instructions as best she could; relying on what she remembered
from her two hours of reading. It was hardly a perfect massage, but
considering it was the very first time, she did surprisingly well.
Trish knew that she needed to pay attention to Eve�s arms and thighs,
the parts of her body that bore the brunt of the day�s physical
training. However, after the front of Eve�s body was finished and she
had flipped on her stomach, Trish became fascinated with her owner�s
backside. She spent a long time massaging her large shapely �bum�,
fascinated by how those large bottom-cheeks felt in her hands.
By the time her servant had finished massaging her feet, Eve already had
fallen asleep. Trish was unsure about leaving the room without
permission, so she remained sitting on the bed. Without thinking about
what she was doing, she rubbed her owner�s bottom. Without realizing it,
Trish had started to find the police officer attractive. She was
especially fascinated with her shapely rear. It was strange to think
that the first time Eve had ordered her servant to kiss and lick her
anus and the sensitive area that surrounded it, Trish was disgusted.
However, that night, had Eve been awake and had ordered her to do the
same thing, she would not have minded. Her time in captivity already was
changing how she thought about sex.
Eve was clearly asleep for the night, so Trish blew out the candles and
left the room. She set up her own cot in the living room and promptly
closed her eyes. Best to get some sleep while she had the chance. That
fucking rooster would be waking her up soon enough.
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The following morning Trish started the normal morning routine, assuming
that she�d spend yet another day working in Flora�s yard. However, after
preparing breakfast, the servant found out that Eve planned to take her
to the airport. It turned out that there was going to be a change of
commander ceremony at noon, which would be followed by a free lunch for
the facility�s entire security detail.
It was customary on the Island that anyone who owned a servant should be
willing to make that person available to help out in work-related
situations. Since all of Eve�s co-workers knew that she had recently
bought a criminal, she was expected to bring her to assist the caf�
staff set up for the meal and serve food. It also was an excellent
chance for Eve to show off her new girl to the co-workers who had not
yet seen her.
Trish was extremely reluctant to board the rickshaw and leave the safety
of the neighborhood. Her bottom was still very much marked-up from the
previous day�s punishment. She did not look forward to the prospect of
running around naked for an entire day in front of Eve�s co-workers and
airport staff. She was very nervous about making some awful mistake that
would upset her Mistress and earn her a whipping upon returning home.
Finally, there was the painful memory of what had happened to her just
two weeks before and the thought that she would be so close to the
departure gate�so close�and yet so far�
When she got out of the rickshaw and followed her Mistress towards the
terminal, Trish noticed the airplane in which she had arrived pulled off
to the side, abandoned in a spot where several other dilapidated
aircraft were being kept and stripped for parts. The engines already had
been removed and a cargo door was missing. She felt sorry for the plane.
Like her, it was trapped and never would escape.
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The Santa Eduviges International Airport typically received four
passenger flights each day: three of them from the Republic of Danubia.
Over the past six years, Santa Eduviges had been boycotted by most
countries because of its military government, with Danubia being a very
important exception. The Danubians wanted to establish a commercial
foothold in the Caribbean, so they took advantage of the boycott to
heavily invest in the Island, especially in tourism. Every decent hotel
on Santa Eduviges was Danubian-owned and set up for Danubian tastes.
So�each day three large airplanes came in loaded with Danubians, and
departed loaded with Danubians.
Besides the passenger flights, there were several cargo flights, again
mostly from Danubia. The planes brought in repair parts, electronics,
and medicine, and departed loaded with mail, fresh seafood, and tropical
fruit. For six years, Danubia had been a vital life-line for the people
of Santa Eduviges.
The international boycott was starting to break down, because investors
from other countries resented the huge head-start the Danubians had
enjoyed in Santa Eduviges over the past half decade. Recently a fourth
daily flight started coming in from Lisbon which brought other
Europeans, some of whom were not as well-behaved as the straight-laced
Danubians. The Generalissimo was happy to have the extra commerce, but
wanted to make sure the new tourists did not cause any trouble. So�the
airport security had received several upgrades, one of which was the
metal detector that had caught Trish two weeks before.
Just as important as the equipment upgrades was the additional training
Eve and her companions were receiving. Over the past six years the
police officers at the airport had very little to keep them busy, but
with the new flight coming in from Lisbon, their jobs had become more
challenging. Several drug organizations already were testing the Island
to see if it could be utilized as an alternate smuggling route. The
airport security command was determined to prevent that from happening.
Already several couriers had been caught and there were a couple of
serious long-term investigations.
Before dealing with the first flight of the day, the airport police
officers usually met at the caf� to have a �working coffee break�,
during which they discussed pending issues and heard any new orders
passed down from the Generalissimo. On that day, noting that Officer
Bousquet had brought her servant, the airport commandant decided to
order her to give a presentation to her co-workers about the American�s
arrest and the security concern it raised.
The previous week Eve had raised an alarm among her commanders by
letting them know that the only reason Trish Bousquet had been caught
was because of her metal piercings. She could have tried to impress her
bosses by claiming that she had successfully profiled Trish, but that
would have been a lie. Instead, she reported that Trish had entered the
country undetected and it was only through her own stupidity that she
had been caught. The resulting question was: how many other drug
swallowers, not wearing body jewelry, might have gone through
undetected?
Eve had not prepared a presentation, but she knew her commander was
infamous for calling on subordinates to give impromptu lectures. With
her servant trailing behind, she went to her desk, retrieved the thumb
drive with Trish�s arrest photos and a projector, and returned to the
caf�. Within less than a minute she was set up and prepared to talk. She
ordered her servant to stand next to the screen with her hands behind
her head.
Going through arrest photos and pictures of Trish�s body jewelry, Eve
summarized the how the metal detector first alerted her. She openly
admitted that in the beginning she was not suspicious of the American in
the least, but she did want to know why the metal detector kept
alerting. It was only after she had a look at the detainee�s stomach
that she suspected the reason Trish had become uncooperative when she
had to pass through the machine several times.
As she stood quietly, with her hands behind her head and her body
exposed to 50 police officers and airport employees, Trish felt despair
sweeping through her. The only reason she had been caught was because of
that fucking body jewelry. The Panamanian drug dealer had warned her to
take it off before travelling, but Trish did not want to go through the
hassle of putting it back on once she arrived at her destination. She
figured there would be no problem. She was paying dearly for that
miscalculation.
The presentation was about to get a lot worse for Trish. Officer
Bousquet�s medical assistant came before the group to give an account of
the prisoner�s physical appearance during the search. She ordered Trish
to stand with her side facing the audience so she could talk about the
swelling that was evident as soon as she had been stripped of her blouse
and bra. Then the medical assistant ordered the servant to face away
from the audience and bend over, forcing her to clearly display the
switch-marks from the previous day�s punishment. That was only the
beginning. To the horror of her subject, the assistant put on a medical
glove and shoved two fingers up her bottom, re-enacting the cavity
search she performed when Trish was bent over the table.
The assistant ordered Trish to resume her standing position, facing the
audience with her hands behind her head. The servant�s face was beet red
from humiliation and her eyes were full of tears. She tried staring at
the floor, but Eve snapped at her to stand straight and keep her chin
up. It was very clear that the men sitting in the caf� had enjoyed the
demonstration. Trish remained standing while Eve discussed her enema and
forced vomiting, with photos, of course. Some of the men, the ones who
had been present when Trish was taken outside and forced to expel her
pellets in the car wash, cruelly smiled.
Eve�s commander took over, explaining how to profile drug swallowers.
�With the Lisbon flight we have to do a better job, and we have to be
honest about our misses and near-misses. This is important, and I can�t
over-emphasize how important. It�s not just about the good of the
country. It�s also for the good of the National Police. Don�t forget
that every drug courier we arrest, we can auction, and that means more
money for all of us.�
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The change-of-commander ceremony was mercifully brief. Trish knelt next
her owner while she watched the outgoing commander hand the airport�s
flag and ceremonial sword to the new commander. There was a playing of
the country�s national anthem, the two men saluted each other, and the
rank-and-file stood up and shouted:
�For our homeland�by reason or by force!�
The following meal was not so easy. Trish served lunch with three other
servants. It was the first time she had the chance to see anyone else
wearing a collar since the auction. Her serving companions were two
young women and a young man who could not have been more than 18. All
three were Islanders. She wished that she had the opportunity to talk to
the others, but slaves were strictly prohibited from speaking to anyone
other than their owners. The punishment for talking to other servants
was particularly severe: if any of the four servants was caught
attempting to talk to any of the others, all four would be tied up and
publicly whipped. Regardless of who was at fault, the servants would be
punished together. Trish later would learn that Island slaves had
protocol among themselves; and getting another servant in trouble was
considered the worst offense anyone wearing a collar could commit.
Trish realized that she was not alone in her suffering. Two of her
companions, one of the young women and the teenaged boy, had frightened
looks on their faces and fresh whip-marks covering their bottoms. They
must have been punished immediately before being brought over to the
airport. The other girl appeared to be well-treated: she looked healthy,
had a more relaxed expression, and her body had no marks on it. Before
she saw her serving companions, it had not occurred to Trish that some
slave owners were considerably better than others. There was no question
Eve was harsh, but it was obvious she was not the worst owner a slave
could have.
The caf� staff had already set the tables and brought out lunch, but it
was up to the four servants to make sure that everyone�s plates and
glasses stayed full. Trish had to pour glass after glass of rum, which
was pure torment for a person used to heavy drinking. She dared not
sneak a sip, however. Eve had warned her that she had brought a
breathalyzer test kit and was ready to use it if she suspected Trish had
anything to drink.
More difficult than not being able to drink any rum was dealing with the
wandering hands of Eve�s co-workers. The cops felt that, because the
servants were property and had no rights, they were free to touch them
whenever they passed by. Trish was afraid to react as she felt hands
sliding up and down her legs whenever she slipped between seated men to
fill glasses. Some men fondled her thighs and others caressed her
bottom. However, she realized that her situation could be worse. The
young male servant had to fill all of the glasses of the women in the
room. They teased him by brushing his penis and testicles with their
fingertips and gently caressing his thighs and welt-covered bottom. As a
result of their treatment, he had to spend the meal serving rum and
other drinks with a furious erection, to the delight of the female cops.
Following lunch, Trish had to accompany her Mistress around the caf� and
endure being shown off. Eve still was very proud of her purchase; eager
to talk about both the auction and Trish�s transition to slavery. Over
and over Trish had to explain her depilation treatments and how she got
rid of the hair on her body, or explain what she did in Panama that
landed her into so much trouble when her flight arrived by accident on
the Island. There were multiple inquiries about her body jewelry.
Several times she was forced to endure having her breasts examined and
pinched as Eve�s co-workers looked for the scars remaining from the
nipple rings.
Finally, there were photos. It seemed that Islanders really liked taking
pictures of themselves with naked servants. Almost everyone, including
the outgoing commander, wanted photos, some with just one servant, and
some with all of them. Trish, because she was so unusual, was the
favorite of the four slaves present in the room. The young male was the
second most favorite; almost as popular as the American. He was still
running around with an erection, which the women working for the airport
security unit thought was hilarious.
Finally the gathering ended and the duty officers returned to work. The
servants also had to return to work, while the caf� workers relaxed and
ate what was left over from the cops� lunch. They watched and took
pictures as the four collared criminals cleaned the tables and washed
the dishes�by hand, because supposedly the dishwasher wasn�t working.
It�s strange how experiences change a person�s perspective on life. As
she scrubbed plate after plate, Trish thought about Flora�s garden and
the mango tree�and how much she�d prefer to be picking up mangos than
what she was doing at the airport.
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It was well after dark when Officer Bousquet and her servant returned to
her house. Trish was too tired to feel much despair or resentment over
the way she had been treated that day. The only thing she wanted was her
cot.
Eve had other ideas. She was totally aroused after having watched her
servant working naked in public throughout the day and submitting
herself to one degrading situation after another. With no warning, she
grabbed her slave�s hands and pinned her to the wall of her living room.
�Who do you belong to, Servant Trish?�
�I�I�I�m yours, Mistress Bousquet.�
�That�s right, little servant. You belong to me. You�re mine! Get it?
You�re mine! Say it!�
Trembling with surprise and fear, Trish managed to reply:
�I�m yours, Mistress Bousquet. I belong to you.�
Eve was in no mood to wait any longer. She pulled off her uniform and
sat down on her sofa, with her legs spread wide. Trish knew what she had
to do. She knelt and �took her proper place� between her owner�s thighs.
She�d have to sleep later. At that moment the priority of her life was
Eve�s nightly orgasm.
