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Listen up! Yes, I mean you!
There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.
First, there's sexually explicit stuff here. If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message. Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group. Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!
Second, this story includes a description of somebody getting killed for
sexual pleasure - maybe the killer's pleasure, maybe the victim's. Either
way, this isn't milk and cookies. If you don't want to read about such
things, go away and read another message.
Third, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>! No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story.
Fourth, don't try this stuff at home. You could end up dead! Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA. That's not counting
the rest of the world.
Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story. If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing. But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled to death while having sex, don't blame anybody but
yourself.
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After that, you're on your own.
Summary: This story includes descriptions of three women being strangled to
death by a fourth. Lethal, partly non-consensual, partly semi-consensual.
This story was inspired by D Que's drawing dque003. You can find D Que at
<http://www.necrobabes.com/dque>.
LADY TETHER AND THE 3 LITTLE DISCARDS
by A. P. Damien
28 paused to pour another cup of coffee. "I really don't think _age_
is important. Looks are. But I think my skin is getting dry, and I
don't expect Lady Tether to make an exception for me. I'll be discarded,
and my service will be over." The brunette did look a little more mature
than the other two. Her only clothes were bright red vinyl boots, gloves,
and a bikini bottom.
"And your life will be, too. Doesn't that matter to you?" 272 was a
brand new slave and seemed fascinated by 28's upcoming death.
"Yes, of course it does. But service is more important. Until you
understand that -- really feel it inside you -- you won't be giving
Mistress the absolute best you can."
"Could you explain a little more? I want to serve Lady Tether, but I
also want to go on living, as long as she'll let me." 233 was still
young, with striking strawberry blonde hair and gray eyes. Her bright
orange vinyl "clothes" emphasized her natural colors. "But it does
sound like you're on to something important."
"Ah, bullshit! You girls are kidding yourselves. Lady T bought us,
so we have to serve her or get killed -- even if she does use
euphemisms like 'discarded'." 272 was a colorful sight: red hair,
blue eyes, in bright green vinyl. "Besides, I'm beautiful, and
Lady T _likes_ me. She says something nice almost every time she
talks to me, and she gave me a pat on the bottom just last week.
I figure on living a long time. Too bad about you, 28."
28 could see that 272 wasn't the least bit sorry. But that wasn't
what bothered her. If she could just get 272 to understand, this
discussion wouldn't be a total waste. Even a small glimmer of
understanding might later...
233 spoke up again. "But how does this 'service' thing work, anyway?
Are you saying it's more important than living?"
"Yes, exactly. Lady Tether allows me to serve her. Someday she'll
discard me, and she'll take pleasure in killing me. So I'll be doing
her one last service with my death. It's not that I'm not afraid, it's..."
"You're disgusting," 272 interrupted. "You're just whistling in the
dark, pretending you're not afraid when in fact you're utterly
terrified. I would be too, if I were as old as you. You think a
little experience makes you so special?"
"Why don't you just put a boot in it?" 233 answered. "You think your
beauty and a few kind words make you immortal or something. You were
gloating over the short time left for 28 -- I bet you'd like to watch
Lady Tether kill her. Well, don't get too sure of yourself. Nobody
but the Lady knows who will get discarded. Anybody who thinks
different is..."
The rest of the sentence was cut off by 272's angry shriek. She
jumped onto 233 and slapped her, hard. 233 screamed in rage and boxed
272's ears. 272 tried to scratch 233's face, but found her hands held
against the wall by 233's unexpectedly strong grip.
28 hadn't meant to start a fight when she talked about her philosophy.
And if the two younger girls marked each other up, they'd both get
discarded -- a real waste. She was about to step in and break it up
when she thought she saw a reflection in the polished chrome of the
breakroom counter. Blonde hair and black vinyl, maybe. Lady Tether
would be in the room in seconds, and then....
28 didn't hesitate. She pulled 272 free of 233 and threw her against
the side wall of the room, then jumped on 233, wrapped her hands
around the younger girl's neck, and started shaking her. "How dare
you accuse me of getting wrinkled? I may not have long to live, but
it's (shake) cruel (shake) to (shake) remind (shake) me (shake) of it."
"Ahem." Lady Tether leaned lazily against the doorframe, surveying
the three slaves in the breakroom. "Just what do you think you were
doing?"
"Oh, er, Lady..." began 28, quickly releasing her grip on 233's throat.
If she said the right thing she might save the two younger slaves.
But 272 interrupted her angrily. "These two were trying to feed me a
line of shit. They think they can put me on just because I'm new to
your service."
"I... see...." The blonde woman in black vinyl top and bottom looked
amused. "I don't recall ordering a fight in here. I didn't call for
anyone to slap 233, and leave red marks on her face, or to choke her.
I'm amazed at you, 28. Surely you know that privilege is reserved
for me." She reached out and grabbed the round metal tag on 28's
collar, squeezing until... a small click, an electronic "beep", and
the number 28 flickered out and changed to a black "X". She did the
same to 233. Then Lady Tether paced casually over to 272 and clicked
her tag as well.
All three were now Discards.
The redheaded Discard, formerly called 272, sat down heavily and started
crying. The strawberry blonde (formerly 233) looked shocked. The older
brunette just stood there, waiting.
"I'm going to be busy all morning, so I can't take care of you three
right now." Lady Tether, still looking amused, spoke crisply to her
new Discards. "Besides, I could use a little exercise. I want you
three to go into the hills; I'll finish this later. But I don't feel
like chasing all over the place looking for you, so stay together.
I want to find the three of you pretty in one place." She turned on
her heel and left the room.
The brunette Discard (previously 28) went over to the redhead and helped
her to her feet. "Come on. The Lady said she feels like a walk, so
we'd better get going. But we can't use our former numbers because
we've been discarded, and the names we had before our slave training
just aren't right anymore. And "hey you" just won't do. How about
if we use our hair colors for nicknames. I'll be 'Brownie', you're
'Red'. _You_ with the strawberry blonde hair will be 'Straw'.
How's that?"
"OK, I guess."
"Red... I... I'm not sure" The redhaired Discard had stopped sobbing,
but her face was still contorted with emotion, and tears streaked her
cheeks.
"Well, let's get started." The brunette headed for the door, but was
interrupted.
"This is all your fault," blubbered the redhead. "If you hadn't
started in on all that business about 'service' we'd still have our
numbers. Now I'm going to die slowly. It's not fair, and it's all
your fault!"
"Hey, wait a minute," answered the strawberry blonde Discard. "It was
you who started the fight. I don't understand what she was getting at,
but she wasn't trying to make things hard for anybody. It was you who
was secretly gloating over her losing her looks and giving her a hard
time about her philosophy.
"But I wonder..." she went on, turning to the brunette, "Why did you
jump into the fight and start strangling me? I didn't attack you or
make fun of you. What was all that about?"
"It's part of what I was trying to explain earlier," Brownie told her.
"Look, what would have happened if I hadn't jumped into the fight?"
"The two of us would have fought for a little, then Lady Tether would
have walked in and discarded us. But you would have been safely out
of it."
"Exactly. Red here was partly right, she is really beautiful and
carries herself very well. That's worth something to Lady Tether.
I tried to make it look like the whole thing was my fault. That way,
maybe Mistress would have just discarded me, and I could only last
another year or two anyway. She could have gotten years of service
from you two. Or maybe she would have discarded just the two of us
she found fighting -- that would still have kept Red around."
"So you sacrificed yourself to save our snotty redhead?"
"Yes. But she wasted it!" Brownie sounded bitter. "I tried to
save her to keep serving Lady Tether, but she had to open her big
mouth and throw it all away!"
"Why you..." The redhead was gasping with rage. "You... you...
apple polisher" She turned and punched the brunette in the mouth,
then began slapping and scratching her until Straw grabbed her from
behind and pinned her arms. She struggled for another minute or so,
then gave up, crumpled to the floor, and started crying again.
Brownie gave Red a couple of minutes to recover, then sat down and
hugged her. "Come on. Lady Tether said for us to go off to the
hills. It's a beautiful morning, we might as well enjoy it. From the
way she talked, she may not get around to us until at least
mid-afternoon. Come on, get up and let's go for a nice walk."
"Don't wanna go for a walk. I don't want to go anywhere. I don't
wanna do anything. Oh.... I don't want to die!"
"No sense getting worked up about it, Red. We don't have a choice.
The only question is what we do with the hours left to us. Now come
on, it's just perfect outside."
"Well..." Red got to her feet and started walking shakily to the door.
"Hey, I know. Let's split up, go in different directions. Lady T can
only chase one of us at a time. Maybe one or even two could get
away."
"You're deluding yourself, Red. Everybody knows about Lady Tether's
slaves, for at least a hundred miles. You can't get your collar off;
the first person to see you will know you're one of Lady Tether's
Discards and turn you in. And then the Lady will be really mad.
Hmmm... I guess you haven't been around long enough to remember the
last time a Discard got her mad. But you remember, don't you Straw?"
"Yes. She lasted over two weeks. Not for me!"
"Yeah. Mistress tied her to a frame and started whipping her. After
a day nearly half the skin was gone from her back. After two days
there was hardly any skin left on her breasts. At the end of a week
she was a mass of scabs and exposed muscles - only her face and the area
her bikini bottom covered were untouched."
"Oh..."
"Mistress could have whipped her to death in a couple of hours, but instead
she would whip her a few minutes, go off and do something else, then come
back and do some more. A couple of times Lady Tether really got into
whipping her, and she might have bled to death, but Mistress seared
the open veins with a hot flame, then sprayed her with salt water to
close up the capillaries. Lady Tether gave her water twice a day and
bread once a day. After twelve days the whip had gone clear through
her chest muscles in a couple of places. She was having trouble
breathing by then because of air leakage into her chest.
"It's not real clear at the end if she died of blood loss, infection, or
just couldn't breathe enough anymore. But it took 15 days. Believe
me, much better to just spend 10 or 15 minutes dying than _two weeks_."
"OK, Brownie. We'll do it your way."
"Not my way. Lady Tether's way. That's what I was talking about earlier --
you always do what Lady Tether wants. Even if she wants to kill you."
"Whatever. Let's get going."
"OK. Let's grab some box lunches and go for a walk."
The three Discards set off under a beautiful, clear sky. There was a
slight touch of chill in the morning air, but walking quickly warmed
them up. Mindful of Lady Tether's instructions, they took the shortest
path through the gardens and orchards, up to the beautifully sculpted
hills.
They chatted of various things as they walked: their respective
backgrounds, anecdotes drawn from their service to Lady Tether, gossip
about other slaves, but also about the Lady herself. The fifth time
that Straw mentioned Lady Tether, Red turned to her angrily. "Lady
Tether this, Lady Tether that. Can't you talk about something else?
I saw the way you used to watch her when you thought she wasn't
looking. I bet you wanted to be Lady's Pet."
"I've seen the way Straw looked at Mistress, too. But I think you
don't quite understand. She wanted to be more than just a favorite,
I'd guess. Straw, you really had it bad for her, didn't you?"
Straw turned bright red and started to stammer. "W-well, I-I.... I
guess so."
"That's OK, honey. It's too bad you didn't get to stick around long
enough for it to happen, is all. The last time one of her slaves
bonded to her, things were a lot easier all around. For several years
she didn't discard nearly so many as usual."
"But now she's going to... to... k-k-kill me."
They had to stop and rest while Straw cried her eyes out. When her
sobs had faded to hiccups, Brownie helped her to her feet. "Come on,
that's water under the bridge. But let's talk while we walk. I think
you may be ready to understand part of what I was talking about earlier."
"I don't know."
"Remember when Red suggested we split up and try to escape? What was
the _first_ thought that came into your head?"
"Oh... I thought: Oh, no! The Lady told us to stay together!"
"You see? You thought about Lady Tether before yourself. Now let's
consider an imaginary situation. Suppose Lady Tether came over that
rise and told you she'd decided to be merciful. We all know that
won't happen, but just imagine. Suppose she gave you a choice:
stay and she'll kill you, or else be sold to someone who will give you
much the same work but not kill you on a whim? What would you
choose?"
"I, uh... uh... Why I think I'd stay!"
"Right. You consider Lady Tether's pleasure more important than your
own life. Right now it's only lust that's fueling that, but I think
you can see what I've been driving at."
"Yeah... I think I do..."
By early afternoon they had walked several miles. They stopped
for lunch shortly after midday, and again Brownie tried to explain her
notion of service.
"It's only complicated when you don't understand it. Straw wants to
serve Mistress because she loves her, or at least lusts after her.
She wants to serve so much that she would stay even if she had a
choice, because Lady Tether will derive pleasure from strangling her
to death."
"I still think she's crazy," Red looked scornful.
"Maybe, she is. But both of us? Now I don't
have quite such a strong emotion driving me. But I've been serving Lady
Tether for so long, I've come to think of that as my main purpose in life.
Without that, what do I have to live for? Today she wants to kill me, so
I'm better off dying and fulfilling my purpose. Why go on living to no
purpose? Besides, I've come to like Mistress in my own way. Not the
kind of strong sexual thing that Straw feels, but I want to make her
happy."
Red didn't reply, but she looked thoughtful. The subject turned to
gossip about the other slaves, and they went on.
They were approaching the crest of the nearest range of hills when
they stopped again to rest their sore feet and look over the beautiful
vista of Lady Tether's estate. Straw, looking back down their path,
gave a startled cry. "L-look!" She pointed, and the others saw Tether
walking comfortably up the hill, still in her black vinyl outfit.
"OK kids," said Brownie. "Rest stop's over. Let's get going.
Mistress told us to walk. If she wants us to wait up, she'll yell and
say so. I'll take up the rear, so I'll be closest to Lady Tether when...
well, you know. Maybe she'll take me first. Now Straw, if you still
feel that way about Mistress, I'd suggest you sit down and cuddle next
to her while she kills me. I don't think it'll get you any better
treatment, but you'll be close to her and it's your last chance.
Red, you go in front, you can live a few minutes longer if that really
matters to you."
"But... she never gave me permission..." Straw looked stunned.
"So? What do you think she'll do to you? Discard you? It won't make
her mad enough to do something really nasty."
"Oh."
It was less than half an hour later when Tether put a hand on Brownie's
elbow. "That's it, kids. Time to stop." After giving the three
Discards several hours head start and then catching up with them,
Tether wasn't even breathing hard.
The three Discards obediently stopped and turned to face her. The
brunette's expression looked resigned, but somehow satisfied too.
The redhead looked scared. The strawberry blonde had a peculiar look
about her; Tether wasn't sure exactly what to make of it, but the
Discards didn't look likely to bolt so she gave the brunette a little
shake. "Alright, on your knees. Cross your wrists behind you."
Tether got smoothly down on her knees as Brownie obeyed these orders.
She tied Brownie's wrists together with a short piece of rope. Then
she twisted a ribbon around Brownie's neck and pulled it tight.
Brownie took a deep breath as she followed Lady Tether's orders.
Then she felt the ribbon pull tight around her neck.
The other two Discards just gaped. Less than five seconds from the
first command until Brownie was strangling.
The ribbon around Brownie's neck hurt, but not a whole lot. She felt
that struggling would be untrue to her philosophy, so decided to "relax
to the inevitable". But she soon found out that her body had its own
ideas.
As soon as Lady Tether started strangling Brownie, Straw came over and
nestled against her side, enjoying the feel of the Lady's skin against
hers. Tether spared her a quick glance but said nothing.
After less than 30 seconds, Brownie was getting very strong messages
from her body about the state of the air in her lungs. She tried to
exhale but her neck was closed. Her chest muscles heaved and her back
arched with the effort. Using all her strength, she blew the stale air
slowly past the constriction around her neck, then tried to breathe in.
Nothing.
She tried to get her hands free to pull at the ribbon around her neck,
but her wrists were tied tightly. Her shoulders hunched, her nostrils
flared, and her mouth opened wide in a reflexive attempt to breathe.
She started thrashing convulsively, her body fighting for air. Her
teeth clenched with the effort and tears streamed from her eyes. But
she refrained from actively fighting her assailant. Not only would it
be useless, but she didn't think it would amuse Lady Tether. She began
to shake and her tongue protruded. She didn't even notice the trickle
of blood when her convulsions dislodged the scab at the corner of her
mouth.
Straw grew excited from her contact with Tether, and also oddly
from watching Brownie's struggles. Even the knowledge that she was
probably next didn't keep her from getting aroused.
Brownie's body went slack, but she was still jerking a little. Blood
and saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes bulged,
then glazed over and she was still.
Tether kept the ribbon tight around Brownie's neck, until...
Brownie twitched once, nervelessly, then was still again. Tether tied
the ribbon off, then took a knife and cut the rope binding Brownie's
wrists, leaving her lying face up on the hillside. Her dead eyes
were half closed, as if she were ready to go to sleep. In spite of
the blood at the corner of her mouth and the tear drops on her face,
she looked oddly contented.
Tether sighed, then seemed to notice the Discard cuddled up against her
for the first time. She turned and gathered Straw into the crook of
her arm. "Hmmm," she purred, "that was nice. Now... what about you,
youngster?" she asked. "Rather impertinent aren't you, cuddling up to
me without an invitation." She paused a moment, thinking. "Is this the
reason you were looking at me like that?"
"Yes, Mistress. I... I can't help it, it's just the way I feel."
"Hmm. Too bad. This might have turned into something nice, but I can't
let you off, you know. I never un-discard anyone; it's bad for
discipline."
Tether paused again. "Hmmm.... Hmmmmmmm.... Yes, of course.
It would be against my rules to grant you any leniency, but I can
allow _myself_ a little latitude, and you are a sexy little thing,
aren't you?"
Tether tied Straw's wrists together between her legs, one in front,
one behind her back, the short rope passing through her crotch. Then
Tether allowed her hands to wander over Straw's body, feeling her bare
belly and along her ribs. Her hands lingered on Straw's breasts, then
lightly tweaked the Discard's nipples. In less than a minute, Straw
was breathing heavily. Even Lady Tether had a slightly dreamy
expression on her face.
Then Tether wrapped a ribbon around Straw's neck, leaving the ends
dangling in back. She stood in front of the Discard, letting her hands
caress Straw's neck lightly, then reached around and gently pulled the
ribbon taut.
"No!" screamed the Discard. "Please, Mistress, I don't want to die!
Let me serve you. I want to be with you! Please..."
After strangling one Discard and groping another, Tether was in an
unusually mellow mood, so she took a moment to reassure Straw.
"Stop that nonsense at once." She ordered. "It's not that bad.
Everyone dies someday."
"But not so young. I could serve you for years."
Tether hugged Straw tightly as she went on. "It doesn't hurt nearly as
much as childbirth. And the bad part lasts less than two minutes.
After that it actually gets easier. Believe me, I've killed many
Discards, so I know."
"But look at me. I'm young and beautiful. Sexy, you said so yourself."
That doesn't let you off. Just remember, you'll feel me pressed against
you the whole time. Besides, _I_ want you to die."
"Ohhhh...."
Think of the pleasure you're death will give me. You _do_ want to please
me, don't you?"
"Uhh.... Yes, but..."
"No buts. Remember, it will be _all over_ soon." Tether pressed her
cheek against Straw's and said "Get ready."
Straw, still breathing hard from Tether's caresses, just nodded her head
and panted.
Tether gripped the ribbon firmly and pulled it tight around Straw's neck.
Feeling Straw's body tense as she gasped for air, Tether hugged her
tightly and murmured, "There, there. I'm here, holding you."
Straw felt Tether hugging her and relaxed a little. But it was hard. The
ribbon hurt her neck, and very soon she felt an intense need to breathe.
She wanted to die well, but she soon found herself struggling and twisting
her body against the strangling ribbon. She tried to pull her hands free,
to loosen the band around her neck, but the rope kept her hands down.
Her back arched as her chest muscles tried to pull in some air, forcing her
breasts against Tether's chest. The ribbon constricting her throat forced
her tongue to protrude from her mouth. The need to breathe got more
intense, and she didn't think she could stand it. She wanted, _needed_ to
breath. Her body writhed and squirmed and her hands twisted.
After a while, though, it seemed not to hurt as much. She heard a ringing
in her ears and saw little sparks twinkling against the sky. She became
aware again of her mistress's arms hugging her tightly and her breasts
pressing against Tether's chest. And the rope between her legs was
having an interesting effect on her. Her writhing struggles gave way
to a series of twitches, then she felt a small explosion between her legs.
Her eyes widened as she realized she was dying, then everything dissolved
into a grey, ringing void.
Tether held onto the ribbon until she felt the twitches fade away, then
there was one massive convulsion and the Discard's body relaxed in her
grip. She let go her grip but left the ribbon twisted around Straw's
neck. Lady Tether just stood there for several minutes, holding the
Discard's body tightly, her breasts pressed against the Discard's
nipples, a dreamy smile on her face.
Tether shook herself, sighed happily, and cut the rope binding the
Discard's hands, then let the body gently down to the ground, legs
and arms splayed out, head turned to one side, and erect nipples pointed
toward the sky. She took another moment to appreciate the sight, then
turned to the last Discard.
"Well, after that experience, you're almost superfluous. But I never leave
a task unfinished, so come over here. I don't think I'll get very much out
of this, so I'll make it quick." At a gesture from Lady Tether the Discard
sat on the ground and put her hands behind her to be bound.
Tether was surprised when the Discard began laughing softly. "What's so
funny?" she demanded. "I'm going to kill you quickly, which is as
close as I ever get to merciful, but that hardly seems cause for mirth."
The red-haired Discard was still chuckling. "Oh nothing much, Mistress.
It's just that I got into a fight with the Brunette there about her strange
notions and got us all discarded, and since then I've been taking orders
from her. She convinced me not to try running away..."
"A wise decision," put in Lady Tether.
"...And _she_ chose our route up here, and _she_ decided to be closest to
you when you came up to us. She figured you would kill her first. And she
had me out in front, furthest away from you, so I could have a few extra
minutes of life. It just seems so pointless. It's so ironic... If I
didn't laugh, I'd cry."
Tether looked disgusted. "Well, you _were_ a stupid little twit! I won't
buy any more slaves from _your_ trainer -- you started out with the wrong
attitude. The older Discard, the brunette, had the right attitude, she
understood what I require of my slaves. With your attitude you've
managed to get yourself and two other slaves discarded. So now you
can die happy, right?" Tether's voice dripped sarcasm.
"I don't suppose there's any point in begging you to spare me, so...."
Tether knelt comfortably behind the Discard and twisted a ribbon tightly
around her neck.
Red felt the ribbon tighten suddenly. Her lungs were empty; Tether had
caught her right when she finished talking. The ribbon bit into her
neck and *hurt*, her chest felt tight and was rapidly getting tighter.
She really wanted to get some air into her lungs, but her throat was
completely closed. She couldn't even make the thin whining noise that
was trying to come out.
She fought for air, her chest muscles straining, her back arching with the
effort, but the ribbon was too tight. She knew it wouldn't do any good,
but her body kept trying. The effort was so great that tears started to
leak from her eyes. She thrashed and wriggled, trying to escape, to
breathe, just one small breath. But it was hopeless.
Then it hit her. Brownie had been right all along. Her eyes widened with
the realization. She _was_ here to serve Tether. Before today, she had
served with her beauty and graceful movements. Now she was serving by
dying. Each was appropriate in its time and place. Now she understood,
but it was too late to do much good. She was dying; already she could
feel herself getting weaker. It wouldn't be long now.
The relentless squeezing of her neck forced her tongue out of her mouth.
She saw spots, then everything started to grey out. Her eyes rolled up and
she relaxed, unable to fight any longer. She knew death, and welcomed it.
Then the world went away and Red stopped thinking.
Tether sensed the change in this last Discard. There was no dramatic
ending this time, so she kept the ribbon tight while she counted to 500,
then left it around the last Discard's neck. For the third time that
afternoon she cut the rope and let the Discard sprawl out between the other
two.
Tether rose to her feet and dusted off her hands. She surveyed the scene
with satisfaction. It had been years since she'd enjoyed herself so much
in one afternoon. She made a mental note to send a photographer up with
the body disposal team. She wanted a picture of this for the wall of
her office. She turned and started down the hill, thinking about a nice
glass of chilled wine when she got back.
Afterword: You can find D Que's artwork and stories at
<http://www.necrobabes.com/dque>. This story is based on my
favorite of his pieces, a really hot drawing of a blonde strangling a
redhead with a piece of ribbon, while two other girls lie dead nearby
with ribbons around their necks. The drawing, dque003.jpg is among his
hand-colored drawings in his artwork section.
The background for this story comes partly from a story by D Que,
"An Afternoon at Lady Tether's Estate" and partly from more detailed info
he sent after seeing the first draft.
D Que also wrote several other nice stories which you can find on his story
page. After I read "Servant of the Rajah", I had an idea of what might
be going through the mind of one of his girls and wrote a follow-on.
D Que was kind enough to add it to his page under the title "Sequel of the
Rajah". Do visit him if you liked this one.
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