The Courier
Copyright 2008 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, 
forced public nudity, harsh interrogation, rape, bondage, 
humiliation)


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, quite 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 very 
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...

The Lords 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 bright 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 a 
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 one of the 
Lords turned on his zapper and jammed it between her thighs to 
force her to keep her bottom sticking out.  

The Lord 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 the Lord made sure the 
device’s setting was not quite 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.  The Lord assisting her 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 Maria Elena 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 the Lord 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 very 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 very 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 
forced 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 two Lords 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, one of the Lords 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 took 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 would like to ask you again, I’d imagine 
you’d like to be let down, wouldn’t you?”

As fearful as she was of that Lord 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 you 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.  The Lord 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 very 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.  The 
Lord 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.  The Lord 
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 bottom-hole, pushing her finger in to make 
sure both were properly lubricated.  Meanwhile the Lord began 
undressing.  Maria Elena looked back with horror, noticing he was 
very 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.  The Lord let go of her hair and 
pulled a very 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 the Lord 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.

The Lord 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 very 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 some food.  She 
quickly returned with a plate with 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.  The Lord 
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.

The Lord 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.  

The Lord’s desire to take Maria Elena for himself did have a 
direct 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.”

The Lord 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 the Lord 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.


