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, rape, harsh police interrogation)


Chapter 18 - Property without honor 

The next morning Maria Elena woke to the sound of the bolt that 
secured her cell door being unlocked.  Immediately she scrambled 
to her knees and put her head on the floor, just in time to be in 
position for when the door opened.  She was not surprised to see 
the Lord, the man who had both raped her but also rescued her 
from spending the entire night in the pillory.  With him was one 
of the naked servants who had accompanied him the night before.  
The young woman was carrying a pair of wrist cuffs.

Maria Elena stood up and placed her hands behind her back to 
allow her fellow servant to restrain her hands.  The Lord’s 
servant then brought in a plate of oatmeal and an apple to place 
on the floor.  With a slight gesture of her hand she indicated 
that Maria Elena needed to kneel.  She quickly assumed a kneeling 
position as well, staring straight ahead.  The Lord addressed the 
newest servant:

"Very well, dog.  Show your gratitude with a nice loud bark, and 
then you may have your food."

Maria Elena choked back her tears and barked as loud as she 
could.

"Good dog.  You may eat."

Maria Elena leaned forward and buried her face in the oatmeal.  
Her hands were behind her back so she had trouble keeping her 
balance.  The Lord grabbed her hair to help steady her, and with 
great difficulty she managed to position her mouth to be able to 
eat.  With rude sounds she sucked at the plate's contents, 
licking and slurping the oatmeal as though she truly were an 
animal.  She had to finish the plate, and by the time she was 
done her face was covered with food.  The Lord kicked her and 
told her what a disgusting sight she was.  The other young woman 
took a wet washrag and cleaned off her face.  

Eating the apple was even worse.  Maria Elena had to push the 
piece of fruit against the wall and only with great difficulty 
managed to take a small bite.  With her legs spread to steady 
herself, she pushed her face against the fruit over and over, in 
an effort to find a spot where she could sink in her teeth and 
take a bite.  She was desperate to finish, because the Lord was 
standing over her with his zapper and lecturing her about wasting 
food.  Finally, after a horrendous struggle Criminal # 101025 
managed to eat the majority of the apple, or at least enough to 
satisfy the Lord.  Maria Elena had to pick up the core with her 
teeth and drop it into a trash can.

The Lord's servant held a large glass of water to Maria Elena's 
mouth and forced her to drink.  She drank very reluctantly, 
remembering the awful experience from the day before, but with 
the zapper only centimeters away from her body, she knew that she 
had no choice.  Finally the Lord allowed her to stand up and 
ordered his servant to brush the prisoner's teeth.

The Lord and his servant led the newcomer back to the washroom.  
By then the dreaded pressure in her bladder was building, because 
she did not have time to go to the toilet when she was woken up.  
The Lord led Maria Elena to a tiled section of floor with a small 
hole in the middle.

"I need to house-train you.  Bark if you need to piss."

The criminal's voice cracked as she let out a bark.

"Very well, dog.  You have spoken so I am giving you the 
privilege of pissing.  You may kiss my shoe in gratitude."

Maria Elena did as she was told, before squatting over the hole.  
With her hands behind her back she had great difficulty 
maintaining her balance.  The Lord was standing in front of her 
with his zapper.  A small red light indicated the device was 
turned on and fully charged.  Trembling from the awkward position 
and from absolute terror and humiliation, Maria Elena managed to 
relax and empty her bladder, in plain view of the Lord.

"A good dog, one that does not want to be euthanized, pisses on 
demand."

The Lord ordered his attendant to take off the cuffs from the 
newcomer's wrists.  He then ordered her to get on her hands and 
knees and to spread her legs.  The servant took a tube of 
lubricant, dabbed some on the Colombian's waiting bottom-hole, 
and gently massaged it in.  She pushed her finger up Maria 
Elena's rectum and moved it back and forth while the Lord 
continued to watch.  Tears welled up in the other servant’s eyes, 
and Maria Elena trembled with fear and humiliation.  She knew 
that in Danubian society what was happening was a very severe 
insult for both women.

The Lord pointed to the side of the room, where a full enema 
bottle was hanging on a movable pole.  The servant withdrew her 
finger from Maria Elena's bottom.  She knelt and touched her head 
to the floor before getting up to retrieve it.  She moved the 
assembly to where the Colombian was waiting on her hands and 
knees.  The servant silently pushed the nozzle into her 
companion's rectum.  She looked at her owner, silently asking him 
if she should open the clip that sealed off the tube.  He nodded 
and with that Maria Elena felt her intestines fill with warm 
water.  As soon as the bottle had completely drained, the Lord's 
servant immediately withdrew the nozzle and removed the enema 
equipment to clean it.  Maria Elena quietly remained in position 
as the pressure began building in her guts and she waited for her 
companion to return.  Meanwhile the Lord slowly walked around his 
captive, tapping his zapper to threaten her.

By the time her fellow servant returned, the pressure in Maria 
Elena's intestines was becoming unbearable.  The Lord commented:

"You know Criminal # 101025, the most dishonorable thing a woman 
can do is defecate in front others, especially in front of a man 
of high stature.  A woman who does such a thing is truly nothing 
more than an animal.  But then, that is all that you are, isn't 
it?  An animal...a piece of property.  You see, the idea that you 
are a human being is an illusion, and a rather stupid illusion at 
that.  You are dishonored...like I told you last night.  You are 
completely dishonored."

Maria Elena grunted in agony as tears poured down her checks.

"Say it."

"I...I am dishonored, my Lord."

"Good dog. Position yourself over the hole, and I will allow you 
to relieve yourself."

Maria Elena was desperate.  She did as she was told, squatting 
over the hole and releasing the contents of her intestines with a 
loud splashing noise.  The Lord did not take his eyes off her the 
entire time.  The pain in her guts subsided, but humiliation and 
anguish swept over her.  She could not look at either the Lord or 
her fellow servant.

The next ordeal was for the prisoner to be bathed so she could be 
formally presented to the Royal Couple.  The Lord addressed the 
other woman:

"Clean her up."

A second female servant entered the washroom and together the 
pair soaped and rinsed-off the Colombian.  They paid special 
attention to her bottom and vagina, fondling the newcomer to 
further humiliate and degrade her.  The pair washed Maria Elena's 
hair and combed it, but because she was in such disgrace, the 
Colombian would not be granted the privilege of having her hair 
braided.  Until the Grand Duchess granted permission, Criminal # 
101025 would have to endure her life at the Royal Residence with 
her hair loosened.

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A few minutes later the Lord led a shacked and trembling Maria 
Elena into the Great Hall, where the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess 
of the Republic of Danubia were seated.  The couple sat in 
matching thrones.  A red carpet led from the thrones back to the 
room's main entrance.  As usual, kneeling along the sides of the 
carpet were naked servants, young men and women, collared and 
absolutely still and silent.

As the Lord led his terrified captive to the Royal Couple, Maria 
Elena noticed a big difference in their expressions.  The Grand 
Duchess clearly was eager to take control of her newest servant. 
her newest piece of property, her newest toy.  Her face reflected 
arrogance, cruelty, and lust.  The Grand Duke's face reflected 
nothing more than boredom.  He always had to be present for the 
formal introduction of a new household servant out of protocol, 
but clearly was irritated at being pulled off the Royal Golf 
Course just to satisfy his wife's latest whim.  

By tradition, a criminal honored to serve in the house of the 
Royal Family always was formally presented to the Grand Duke.  
The new servant officially became his property, and it was up to 
the ruler to assign a task.  There was some ceremony involved, 
but in reality the Grand Duke simply handed each new servant over 
to his wife and it was up to her to decide what to do with them.  
That was the case with Maria Elena.  The Grand Duke looked at her 
welt-covered body and terrified expression with indifference 
while she knelt at his feet.  He stood up, hooked his finger into 
the ring of her collar, and dragged her in front of his wife.  

“Love of my life and Grand Mistress of Danubia, I present you 
with the gift of human service.  Take this prisoner, and train 
her to suit your needs.  She is yours, my Precious.”

“Thank you, my Lord and Grand Master of the Danubian people.  
With humility and gratitude I will accept this gift that you have 
bestowed upon me.”

With that Anyia kissed her husband’s hand and took hold of the 
ring in Maria Elena’s collar.  Now it was official, the prisoner 
was the personal property of the Grand Duchess.

The Grand Duke then stood up, along with the three most 
attractive naked women in the room.  Most of the servants 
formally belonged to Anyia, but on three occasions the Duke had 
kept a new female servant for himself.  Everyone in the Royal 
Residence knew that those three women were extraordinarily lucky.  
Yes, the Grand Duke's personal servants did have to provide him 
with sexual favors and do things such as carry his golf clubs, 
but to serve the Grand Duke was infinitely better than having to 
serve the Grand Duchess.  Once he selected a servant he treated 
her well, gave her plenty of food and rest, and never did he beat 
anyone.  If a servant displeased him, he simply threatened to 
turn her back over to his wife, and that threat was enough to 
keep them very obedient.

The Grand Duke departed with his small escort.  The three women 
huddled close behind him, knowing that he was the only person who 
stood between them and a life of humiliation and terror under the 
Grand Duchess and the two Lords in whom she confided.

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Anyia attached a leash to Maria Elena’s collar while the prisoner 
knelt and trembled.  She was fully expecting another whipping or 
being returned to the pillory.  However, Anyia had moved beyond 
her temper tantrum from the day before.  Instead, she was livid 
over the horrific lack of respect that two male servants had 
displayed towards the household and towards the rules that, in 
her divine wisdom, she had established for the benefit of 
everyone in the residence.  The offense was that the two servants 
had been caught talking to each other.  Talking among the 
servants was strictly forbidden.  They could communicate with a 
simple sign language, but to use their voices was a serious 
breach of the rules Anyia had imposed on the servants shortly 
after she became Grand Duchess. Such disgraceful behavior could 
only be atoned for by assuring that the perpetrators understood 
the true meaning of being dishonored.  

The two disgraced young men lay on their stomachs on the floor 
with their feet cuffed together and their hands behind their 
backs.  Both young men were typical-looking Danubians, of average 
stature and with brown hair and brown eyes.  The other servants 
knelt in absolute silence while Anyia paced the room angrily, 
yanking the leash as Maria Elena tried to keep up with her.  The 
Grand Duchess was screaming in Danubian, berating the entire 
group about their total lack of respect for the Royal Couple and 
their disdain for Royal Tradition.  Maria Elena could only 
understand part of what her owner was saying, but she could tell 
that Anyia was spewing threats ranging from daily floggings for 
everyone in the room to being left in the pillory for several 
days.

Anyia only stopped when the two Lords who enjoyed her confidence 
entered the room.  Behind them a group of naked women struggled 
to carry a heavy wooden table through the door.  When she saw 
that the table had several sets of straps bolted to its surface, 
Maria Elena realized what it was.  Except for being wooden 
instead of metal, it looked exactly like the table she had been 
switched on following her trial.  She cringed, thinking that the 
young men were going to be punished.  Yes, indeed, they were 
going to be switched, but Anyia and her Lords would not be 
satisfied with merely inflicting physical pain on their victims.  
Before their switchings, they would be dishonored.

The Lords placed a hard pillow in the middle of the table and 
secured it with buckles.  Then they grabbed one of the prostrate 
servants and forced him onto the table, lying face up with the 
pillow under his hips.  Once his wrists and ankles were 
restrained, the pillow forced him to arch his pelvis and placed 
his penis and testicles on lewd display.  One of the Lords 
casually groped him as a prelude to the horrific humiliation 
about to be imposed on him and his unfortunate companion.

The Lords turned their attention to the other servant.  They 
grabbed him and forced him to stand next to the table.  They 
uncuffed his hands, but left his feet shackled so he could not 
move.  Then both officials grabbed cattle prods and turned the 
devices to their maximum setting.  

“Since you like making love-talk to each other, we will grant you 
that privilege, the honor of making love in front of us.  
Criminal # 100934, you will arouse Criminal # 100833.  You will 
touch him with your hands, and you will caress and love him until 
he is hard.  When he ejaculates, you will allow him to expend 
into your mouth, and you will make sure no mess is left behind.”

In spite of their training to not betray emotion, Maria Elena 
could tell that both young men were mortified at what they were 
being forced to do.  They were being ordered to degrade 
themselves in the worst way a Danubian man could be degraded.  
She was aware that in Danubian culture there was nothing more 
dishonorable for a man than to have his genitals touched by 
another man.  Kim and Cecilia had emphasized the extent to which 
all Danubians (especially men) were totally paranoid at the 
thought of having their bodies being touched by someone of the 
same sex.  It was a taboo with a severity particular to Danubian 
culture.

Maria Elena was about to witness something worse than a simple 
touching, because the two servants would be forced to perform a 
homosexual act in front of a room full of other people; fellow 
servants, several guards, three members of the country’s 
nobility, and a camera that had been set up to record their 
degradation.  And yet they would do their best to comply with 
what they were being ordered to do, because they knew that if 
they failed, their families would be brought to the Royal 
Residence to see what loathsome and dishonored creatures they had 
become.

Criminal # 100934 started massaging Criminal # 100833’s upper 
thighs and stomach, slowly working towards his penis and 
testicles.  As he began to fondle his companion’s penis, it 
wasn’t too long before Criminal # 100833 began to get hard, in 
spite of the overwhelming humiliation he was enduring.  As she 
watched with both horror and fascination, Maria Elena wondered 
how many times those two servants had been forced to perform on 
each other or on other male servants.  Then a more terrifying 
thought entered her mind…if Anyia was forcing her male servants 
to have sex with each other in front of an audience, there was no 
reason to assume she wouldn’t force her female servants to do the 
exact same thing.  She glanced with terror at the other naked 
kneeling women, wondering which one would be the first her owner 
would force her to have sex with.

Tears formed in Criminal # 100934’s eyes as he placed his mouth 
over his companion’s penis.  He started sucking as he continued 
to stroke the shaft.  Criminal # 100833 closed his eyes and 
ejaculated, desperate to simply get the experience over with.  As 
he struggled to swallow the semen in his mouth, Criminal # 100934 
coughed and gagged.  Suddenly he screamed and fell on the floor.  
The two Lords plunged their cattle prods at him, eliciting more 
agonized screams.

“You left a mess, you disgusting pervert!  You defied orders and 
you left a mess!”

Anyia spoke next.

“That dishonored beast!  Take him to the whipping post!  I’ll 
deal with him!

With that two guards dragged the sobbing criminal out to the 
courtyard, while Anyia screamed at another male servant to bring 
her whips.  Meanwhile, Criminal # 100833 remained strapped to the 
table, absolutely silent.  With Anyia’s ire directed towards the 
unfortunate Criminal # 100934, he knew that it was quite possible 
that he would avoid any further punishment over the talking 
incident.  Anyia was as capricious as she was vicious.  If she 
exhausted herself flogging Criminal 100934, then it was probable 
she would forget all about punishing Criminal # 100833 and at 
some point later in the day a guard would let him up from the 
table and he would quietly return to his duties.

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While the other servants knelt in the courtyard, the Grand 
Duchess of Danubia flogged Criminal # 100934.  He screamed 
pitifully as the whip crossed his body over and over.  She 
concentrated on his bottom and upper back, but she struck 
everywhere from his calves to his shoulders.  It seemed she 
couldn’t get enough of beating him, and the two Lords were all 
too happy to give him an occasional shock in the testicles with 
one of their zappers.  Finally Anyia stopped flogging, simply 
because she was too exhausted to continue.  By the time she 
dropped her whip, her victim was covered with horrific welts, 
some of which were bleeding.  

“Put him in the pillory.”

The Lords glanced at each other.  Maria Elena could tell their 
mood had changed and that they became concerned about punishing 
Criminal # 100934 any further.  The two officials had been 
willing participants in the servant’s punishment, but never 
before had they seen Anyia flog to the point of drawing blood.  
He knew that needed a chance to recover and that putting him in 
the pillory in his condition was not a good idea.

“What are you waiting for?  Put that dishonored creature in the 
pillory.”

As reluctant as the Lords were to do anything further to their 
victim, they were not about to argue with the Grand Duchess in 
front of the other servants.  They ordered the guards to unchain 
Criminal # 100934 from the whipping post and put him in the 
pillory.  

Once he was chained, the young man hung limply.  The Lords became 
even more concerned about his condition.  They knew that they 
would have to somehow divert the attention of the Grand Duchess 
as quickly as possible, so they could get Criminal # 100934 down 
and have him taken to the infirmary of the Royal Residence.  They 
did not really feel sorry for him, but they knew that a death 
among the Royal Servants was something they needed to avoid.  A 
death was one thing that eventually would get out, and that would 
cause a scandal for the Royal Household.

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The Lord that had raped Maria Elena the night before quietly 
spoke to the Grand Duchess, suggesting that she try out her 
newest servant.

“She is a lovely girl, your Graciousness, and you know what they 
say about women from the tropics.  I’m sure she is eager to 
please you.”

Anyia tightened her grip on the leash holding Maria Elena’s 
collar.

“Yes, I suppose so.  I guess after what I’ve just been through, I 
deserve a little pleasure.”

“Yes, your Graciousness.  You’ve had a difficult day so far.  Why 
not take a break and enjoy yourself?  Lord Vidmarkt and I will 
handle the household.  Go and relax with the new servant, my 
Lady.  I will send Criminal # 100504 to assist.”

The Lord whistled in the direction of one of the female servants, 
an attractive blond girl who did not look Danubian.  Criminal # 
100504 immediately stood up, walked over to the Lord, and knelt 
at his feet.

“You will help Criminal # 101025 fulfill her Path in Life to 
provide pleasure to the Grand Duchess.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

With that the Lord led his mistress and the two servants to the 
Royal Bed Chamber.  As soon as they were out of sight, Lord 
Vidmarkt ordered the guards to take Criminal # 100934 down from 
the pillory and to get him to the infirmary for medical 
attention.  He clearly was in bad shape because he was not able 
to walk unassisted.  Once he was safely on one of the beds, a 
Royal nurse cleaned and disinfected the cuts.  The nurse tended 
to her duties in silence.  Whatever opinions she had about the 
latest Royal whipping she would keep to herself.  As with 
everyone else in the Royal Residence, the nurse understood that 
her first duty to the Grand Duchess was silence.

As he studied the bloodied backside of the young servant, worry 
swept over Lord Vidmarkt.  Up until now the entire adventure with 
Anyia had been a lot of fun and had brought many personal 
benefits for both him and his best friend.  But everything has it 
limits and today it was obvious the Grand Duchess had failed to 
understand that.  Assuming that Criminal # 100934 escaped any 
permanent injury, it was likely the incident would pass without 
scandal, but…what about the next time?

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Anyia and her two servants entered the Royal Bed Chamber alone.  
The Lord who had escorted them left them at the door and closed 
it as he departed.  In spite of the fact he was one of her best 
friends, he had no desire to entangle himself in a personal 
affair with the Grand Duchess.  He cared for her, and in a way 
loved her, but he did not want his relationship with Anyia to be 
anything other than platonic.  Anyhow, he did not need her, 
because he already had a wife, a paramour who was a free 
civilian, and several female slaves that he had taken as gifts 
from the Royal Family.  Anyia often became bored with her 
servants after a short time, but out of principle she never 
returned anyone to the Ministry of Justice.  Instead she 
reassigned cast-off servants to her friends, essentially giving 
them away as personal slaves.

The room was large and sumptuous, decorated with curtains and 
rugs that matched those used in the throne room.  Along with 
several finely crafted dressers and wardrobes, the chamber 
boasted the largest bed Maria Elena had ever seen.

Without saying anything, Criminal # 100504 taught Criminal # 
101025 what she needed to do through example.  The Grand Duchess 
sat on small padded bench so she could be undressed.  Criminal # 
100504 undid the clasps holding Anyia’s dress and allowed it to 
fall, leaving her naked from the waist up.  She oiled the 
monarch’s shoulders and massaged her upper body.  The Grand 
Duchess was sore from the workout she had received while flogging 
Criminal # 100934, so her tired muscles were due for a good rub-
down.  Maria Elena watched and then had to take over rubbing 
Anyia’s shoulders.  Criminal # 101025 moved in front of her 
Mistress to rub her sore arms and kiss her breasts.  After a few 
moments Anyia started to become aroused.  Criminal # 101025 then 
motioned to Maria Elena that the two servants needed to switch 
places; that Maria Elena needed to kiss Anyia’s breasts while she 
returned to massaging the Grand Duchess’s shoulders.  Maria Elena 
complied and began sucking on Anyia’s nipples.  It was the very 
first time in her life that she had ever touched another woman 
and definitely it was not something she felt comfortable doing.

Criminal # 100504 motioned to the newcomer that she needed to 
return to massaging Anyia’s shoulders so that the Grand Duchess 
could be completely undressed.  The young woman knelt at her 
Mistress’s feet to take off her shoes.  Anyia then lifted up 
slightly to allow her servant to pull down her dress.  She was 
not wearing any underwear, but she did have several expensive 
pieces of jewelry that needed to be taken off as well.  Maria 
Elena looked at the elaborate possessions coming off the Grand 
Duchess, reflecting that any one of those items could have paid 
her living expenses in Spain or anywhere else for the rest of her 
life.  How ironic that Anyia, who was only three years older than 
Maria Elena, should have so much in her life while everyone 
around her had so little.

Once she was completely naked, Anyia moved to a massage table to 
receive her rub-down from the two servants.  Maria Elena had 
never given a massage before, but she quickly learned from 
watching Criminal # 100504.  The massage consisted of two parts, 
a relaxing massage for Anyia’s muscles along her entire backside, 
and then an erotic massage on her front that would get her ready 
to have sex.  The daily massage and sex were important parts of 
Anyia’s routine.  Normally she alternated between having sex with 
male servants and female servants, because each gave her a type 
of satisfaction that the other was not able to provide.

Criminal # 100504 rightly assumed that her companion would have 
absolutely no idea what she needed to do when the moment came to 
sexually satisfy the Grand Duchess, so she quietly showed the 
newcomer what was needed to stimulate the Mistress.  She 
continued the relaxing part of the massage on Anyia’s thighs and 
arms, but once she moved to her Mistress’s torso the massage 
became more erotic.  She lightly ran her fingertips over Anyia’s 
breasts and stomach before gently rubbing and touching the 
insides of her thighs.  As a well-trained servant, she was 
expected to know when Anyia was ready to be touched on her 
vagina, when her labia would be caressed, when it was time to 
touch her clitoris, or when it was time to insert a finger 
inside.  She knew that misjudging Anyia’s desires would result in 
a whipping, so it was very important that she understood the 
hints and body language coming from her Mistress.

Maria Elena watched in fascinated horror as Criminal # 100504 
stuck her face between Anyia’s thighs and began kissing and 
licking her crotch.  The Colombian, meanwhile, stood on the other 
side of the Grand Duchess, massaging her shoulders and breasts.  
A worse indignity awaited her, because Criminal # 100504 signaled 
that Anyia needed to be kissed.  A simple kiss, but for Maria 
Elena the thought of kissing someone she feared and hated was 
almost unbearable.  However, she did as she was instructed, 
leaning down to kiss her tormentor on the lips.

Anyia climaxed as soon as Criminal # 100504 started licking her 
clitoris.  Her body tensed up and she grabbed Maria Elena’s hair 
as she gasped with pleasure.  It was a bizarre sight for the 
Columbian, because never before had she touched another woman and 
certainly she had never seen another woman have an orgasm in real 
life.  She was relieved to see the Grand Duchess satisfied.  

However, Criminal # 100504 knew better.  She knew that her 
Mistress was not yet finished.  The dirty part was saved for 
Criminal # 101025.  Criminal # 100504 placed a large hard pillow 
on the bed.  The pillow had an unusual shape, because it was 
triangular.  One side gently sloped down, whereas the other side 
was at almost 90 degrees to the surface of the bed.  Anyia lay 
over the pillow, spreading her legs and completely exposing her 
bottom.  Criminal # 100504 pointed at Anyia’s waiting anus.  Her 
expression and gestures clearly stated “This part is yours, 
Criminal # 101025.”

Faced with the prospect of another whipping, Maria Elena 
reluctantly approached Anyia’s waiting backside.  She cringed 
with disgust at what she was being forced to do; perform oral sex 
on the sphincter of the Grand Duchess of Danubia.  She would have 
to kiss and lick her Mistress’s anus, and undoubtedly stick in 
her tongue.  The awful part of the task was that Anyia had spent 
the morning wearing herself out exercising, and thus her bottom 
was not particularly clean.  It would be up to her servant, 
Criminal # 101025 to clean her.

Maria Elena grabbed Anyia’s sweaty bottom and massaged the 
muscles of her backside.  She spread her Mistress slightly and 
without any further hesitation stuck her tongue directly into the 
Duchess’s anus.  She tried not to gag at the unpleasant taste and 
smell, thinking that if she could just get through the first 
part, the experience would not be so bad once Anyia was cleaner.  
She ran her tongue in a circle around her owner’s sphincter and 
then kissed the entire area surrounding her back entrance.  As 
she was doing all that, Criminal 100504 kissed Anyia on the lips 
and massaged her shoulders.  It wasn’t long before the Grand 
Duchess climaxed for a second time.  Maria Elena was hugely 
relieved, because she was tired out and did not think she could 
have continued licking Anyia’s bottom much longer.

While the two criminals had been arousing the Grand Duchess, 
another criminal had silently entered the grand bathroom and ran 
a large tub of hot water for the monarch.  Knowing that the bath 
was waiting, Criminal 100504 signaled to her companion to assist 
the Grand Duchess to the bathroom.  Anyia sat on the toilet to 
empty her intestines, and it was up to her servants to clean her 
up.  Maria Elena did not understand why a perfectly healthy 22-
year-old woman couldn’t go into the bathroom unassisted, but she 
realized the custom must have been part of the rules of Royal 
Protocol.  

The three women settled into a tub as large as a hot tub, 
complete with bubble-bath.  The massaging and rubbing of the 
Grand Duchess continued throughout her bath.  While Criminal # 
101025 kissed Anyia’s soapy breasts and shoulders, Criminal # 
100504 dipped her head under the water to stimulate the 
Mistress’s clitoris.  Maria Elena was amazed at how long her 
companion could hold her breath and stay under water.  Anyia 
climaxed for a third time, which left her relaxed and in a 
pleasant mood.  The two servants helped her get out, dried her 
off, and accompanied her to the main bedroom to dress her.  And 
with that the Grand Duchess’s morning had concluded, because now 
it was time for lunch.

Because Maria Elena had not yet earned the privilege to serve at 
the Royal Couple’s table, she missed the midday meal.  Instead of 
going to the Royal Dining Room, Maria Elena spent the hour with 
her other tormentor, the Lord who had his eyes on her.  He 
chained her and took her to the discipline room.  He strapped her 
to the “copulation platform” as it was called, and spent the 
entire lunch hour raping and sodomizing her.  He was displeased 
with the lack of enthusiasm when she was told to bark, as well as 
her lack of willingness to fulfill her function to present her 
body for the pleasure of her Masters.  The result of her 
disrespectful behavior was several vicious swats with a very 
heavy belt that left cruel marks over the welts from the whipping 
she had received the day before. 

Once again Maria Elena had to tell her tormentor how dishonored 
she was, and that honor was something she could never have 
because she was nothing but a beast, a pathetic barking dog.  By 
the middle of her second day she believed what she was saying, 
that she truly was nothing more than a dishonored beast.  She 
lost all interest in talking to her fellow servants, because 
undoubtedly they too saw her as nothing more than a dishonored 
beast.

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Maria Elena began her formal training as a servant the afternoon 
of her second day at the Royal Residence.  She was in 
considerable physical discomfort, because her body still hurt 
from the whipping she had received the day before.  Her sphincter 
was raw and burned the Lord’s attentions, her mouth was sore from 
having performed oral sex on the Grand Duchess, and on top of 
everything else, she was hungry from not having eaten since 
breakfast.  None of that mattered to anyone in the Royal 
Residence.  Criminal # 101025 was a servant, and thus it was her 
duty to serve, regardless of her physical condition.  Her silent 
trainer, Criminal # 100504, took her to the kitchen to show her 
how to serve tea.  There was much more to learn than just 
bringing tea to the Grand Duchess, because servants had to know 
how to watch for signals that the Grand Duchess wanted her cup 
taken away or to be served something else.  Maria Elena also 
needed to know about kneeling.  Normally servants knelt upright 
so they could see if the Mistress needed anything, but when they 
were being spoken to they needed to kneel forward, placing their 
hands above their heads and placing their foreheads on the 
ground.  Kneeling forward was the ultimate gesture of humility, 
because servants in that position had to spread their knees and 
arch their backs to completely display their backsides and 
genitalia.  Criminal # 100504 made sure that Maria Elena 
understood the kneeling forward position by demonstrating it.

Another task Criminal # 101025 needed to learn was moving in 
unison with the other servants.  The servants often dropped to 
their knees as a group and stood up as a group.  Before entering 
the household Maria Elena had wondered how the servants were able 
to coordinate their movements.  The way it was done was for all 
the servants to watch the servant kneeling immediately to the 
right side of the Duchess and follow whatever that person was 
doing.  The servants closest to Anyia usually were the ones who 
had been with her the longest and the ones in whom she had placed 
the most trust.

Following several hours of training, Criminal # 100504 led 
Criminal # 101025 to a room in the basement containing several 
pieces of exercise equipment.  In spite of her fatigue, hunger, 
and soreness, Maria Elena had to spend time on the treadmill and 
doing leg lifts.  Criminal # 100504 knew that the trainee’s back 
and bottom were in no condition for her to perform sit-ups or 
bench presses, but she did have to practice push-ups, which she 
did very badly.  Maria Elena was not in good shape at that 
moment, but it was clear that would have to change if the Grand 
Duchess were to be pleased.

By the time she was finished exercising, the Colombian was 
extremely thirsty.  Criminal # 100504 casually placed a large 
bowl of water on the floor.  The new servant was so thirsty that 
she no longer cared about degrading herself by drinking water on 
all fours.  She positioned herself according to slave protocol, 
spreading her legs and lewdly exposing herself to anyone standing 
behind her.  She drank desperately, coughing whenever water went 
up her nose, but finally she managed to empty the bowl and 
consume most of the water.  She felt better, but suddenly the 
memory of those two Lords and her full bladder came back to her.  
She wondered if yet more humiliation awaited her.

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Shortly before sunset, the Grand Duke returned to the Royal 
Residence from a day on the Royal Golf Course, accompanied by his 
three female servants.  One of the women carried the Duke’s golf 
clubs while the others followed closely behind.  The Duke’s 
servants kept their eyes forward, not exchanging glances with 
anyone else in the household.  Maria Elena noticed that Duke’s 
servants always stayed as close to him as possible and refused to 
have anything to do with the others.  They were the lucky ones, 
the three women who did not have to deal with the Grand Duchess.  
Maria Elena suspected that the Grand Duke’s women feared that if 
they ever were separated from him, Anyia would grab them and 
their luck would run out.  

Once the Duke and his servants had cleaned up from their outing, 
it was time for dinner.  The Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess sat 
together at a huge table in the very elaborate Royal Dining Room 
while the servants knelt along the wall.  Each servant had a 
specific task assigned for the dinner, for example the wine was 
brought and served by a young man and the salad was dished out by 
two women, one of whom was Criminal # 100504.  Each servant knew 
his or her duty and each one moved on cue.  Maria Elena’s task 
would be at the end, helping to clean up.  She had not yet earned 
the privilege of serving food.

As she knelt and tried to keep her eyes facing forward, Maria 
Elena noticed something that she found very strange.  At the 
dinner table it was obvious the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess 
cared for each other.  She had not noticed very much interaction 
between them earlier in the day, but at meal they conversed, 
joked, and held hands.  Around the Grand Duke, Anyia’s behavior 
seemed much more “normal” than when she was alone with her 
servants.

In spite of her fear and hatred of the Grand Duchess, Maria Elena 
felt very uneasy when Anyia and the Grand Duke left the Royal 
Dining Room alone.  The Duke’s three women scurried out together, 
eager to lock themselves up in their chamber and get away from 
the other servants as quickly as possible.  The others tidied up 
the dining area.  

Maria Elena was about to grab a bottle of window cleaner when the 
Lord showed up with a leash.  He hooked it to her collar and gave 
it a quick jerk.  She quickly let go of the bottle and knelt at 
his feet.  Without saying anything, another servant brought two 
partially-consumed plates of food, the same plates from which the 
Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess had been eating.  It was 
apparent that the Lord expected Maria Elena to eat their 
leftovers.  He took off his belt, doubled it, and touched it to 
her chin.

“A good dog is allowed to eat from the Master’s table.  So are 
you a good dog?  Speak!”

Trembling with fear and tears welling up in her eyes, Maria Elena 
let out a loud bark.

“Excellent.  You may be nothing but a dishonored animal, but at 
least you know how to show gratitude.  Now, eat.”

Maria Elena pushed her face into the food, eating just like a 
dog.  Fortunately the meal was simple Danubian meat pasta and 
cooked vegetables, so it was relatively easy to get into her 
mouth.  Had she been forced to eat meat off a bone without using 
her hands she would have been forced to do something nearly 
impossible.  The probable result would have been a beating.  
Still, the humiliation of having to eat on all fours with her 
thighs spread and her backside on full display to everyone in the 
room was unbearable.  Her meal concluded with a large bowl of 
water.  She was horribly thirsty, so she drank greedily, even 
though water constantly got into her nose and made her cough.  

Once she was finished drinking, the Lord ordered the servant to 
help with the final part of the cleanup.  No one made any effort 
to communicate with her; it seemed that all the other servants 
were trying to avoid her.  As she worked, she noticed that she 
needed to go to the bathroom and that the pressure in her bladder 
was rapidly building.  She realized that she probably would not 
be able to relieve herself without some new embarrassment.  Sure 
enough, as soon as she was done with her chores, the Lord and one 
of his Danubian servants took her outside to the lawn of the 
Royal Residence.  She was leashed and her master told her that he 
was taking his dog for a walk.  Indeed he was, because soon the 
pressure in her bladder forced her to ask for permission to 
squat.

“Does my doggie have to go pottie?  Good dog.  Now bark if you 
have to go.”

Maria Elena barked.

“Very well dishonored doggie, you may go.”

He ordered her to squat in the grass and still holding the leash, 
shined a flashlight at her.  In spite of her humiliation, she 
managed to relax her bladder and a torrent of urine poured out of 
her.  When she was finished, Maria Elena knew better than to rise 
without permission.  Sure enough, the Lord handed some toilet 
paper to his silent servant.  She immediately stepped over to 
Maria Elena, placed her hand on her shoulder to steady her, and 
with her other hand reached between her legs to dry her off.  

“Put your finger in her vagina and make sure she is dry.”

The servant complied and rubbed her bare finger along Maria 
Elena’s vulva, but both women were mortified at the insult.

“She is dry, my Lord.”

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A few minutes later the Lord and the two women accompanying him 
had returned to the room containing the “copulation platform”.  
The other servant buckled Maria Elena’s restraints so that, for 
the third time in just two days, she was immobilized on her 
elbows and knees with her bottom spread and her genitalia lewdly 
on display.  The Lord took several pictures of her with a digital 
camera, then undressed.  He handed each item of clothing to his 
servant, who took the articles and quickly folded them.  He 
stepped back to masturbate himself while his servant rubbed 
lubricant into Maria Elena’s vagina and anus.  As soon as she was 
finished and Criminal # 101025 was lubricated for sex, the Lord 
grabbed the restrained servant by the hips and thrust into her as 
hard as he could.  

The other servant turned to kneel facing the wall, but the Lord 
ordered her to stand and watch.  She obeyed, trying as best she 
could to remain expressionless.  Maria Elena did not know it at 
the time, but in Danubian culture to watch other people have sex 
was considered an extremely dishonorable act.  The Lord was 
dishonoring Maria Elena by raping and sodomizing her, but he also 
was dishonoring his other servant by ordering her to watch 
instead of allowing her to turn away.  

When he finished pumping semen into her vagina, the Lord paused a 
few minutes while he groped Maria Elena’s thighs and bottom.  The 
other servant knelt and her master put his wet penis into her 
mouth.  She was obviously very disgusted at the thought of having 
to taste the sex of two other people.  Maria Elena already knew 
that performing oral sex was another practice that was considered 
dishonorable in Danubia.  As soon as he spent his remaining semen 
into the other servant’s mouth, he slapped her.  He then ordered 
the two women into the washroom and instructed them to bathe each 
other.  Neither could touch her own body; all washing had to be 
done by the other.  Of course, the two servants had to pay 
special attention to each other’s crotches.  

“I shall smell both of you when you are finished.  If there is 
even a hint of stench, I will flog you both.  Then I will have 
you flip a coin to see which one of you will spend the night in 
the pillory.”

Maria Elena realized that the Lord was obsessed with dishonoring 
women by making them humiliate themselves.  He was not as quick 
to flog a Royal Servant as was Anyia, but he tortured them in a 
different manner through continuous sexual insults and by doing 
everything he could to destroy any hint of self-respect.

There was a final humiliation for Maria Elena’s fellow servant.  
The Lord ordered her to kneel and Maria Elena to undo her braids.  
The woman had held up well throughout the evening, but having her 
braids undone broke her spirit.  As Maria Elena finished with her 
companion’s hair and ran her fingers through to straighten it 
out, tears rolled down the Danubian woman’s cheeks.

“Why are you crying?  I’m sure you realize that you don’t deserve 
to have braided hair.  Braided hair is a privilege only for women 
who have honor.”

With that the Lord locked up the two servants in the tiny cell 
where Maria Elena had slept alone the night before.  As he closed 
the door, he commented:

“That mattress is large enough for dishonored women who wish to 
lie together; as I am sure you two sexual deviants wish to do.”

Once the door was closed and bolted, Maria Elena thought about 
whispering to her cellmate about making an arrangement to take 
turns sleeping on the mattress.  However, it turned out that was 
not necessary.  Her Danubian companion knelt in the corner, 
facing away from her, crying.  She stayed in that position for 
hours, not moving and not responding, just crying.  Maria Elena 
didn’t know what else to do, other than get onto the mattress and 
try to sleep.  She was so exhausted that not even the other 
woman’s crying could keep her awake.  

She drifted into slumber, dreaming of another time when, as a 
young teenager, she was walking along a foggy mountain road that 
led through endless forests and coffee fields.  She was 14 at the 
time, on a church retreat.  Jose Pablo had been there, along with 
other friends with whom she had long since lost contact.  Yes, 
when she was 14, everything was so intense, and she knew that she 
and the others would be friends forever.  Five years…five years 
had come and gone since that church trip.  

Forever…yeah, right.  

Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres had not been able to appreciate that 
moment at the time, but remembering it as an adult, she realized 
those misty mountains was one place she could have found peace if 
she had not been such a fool with her choices and wasted her 
life.  Whatever joy she had on that misty road; the pleasant 
environment, her friends and companions, and Jose Pablo, had long 
since vanished.

