The Courier
Copyright 2008 by EC
EC's Erotic Fiction - /~caligula97030/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, public nudity, 
assault, rape)


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, 
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 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... 

Lord Horskti and Lord Vidmarkt 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 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 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 
Lord Vidmarkt turned on his zapper and jammed it between her thighs to 
force her to keep her bottom sticking out. 

Lord Vidmarkt 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 Lord 
Vidmarkt made sure the device’s setting was not 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. Lord Vidmarkt 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 the 
servant 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 Lord 
Vidmarkt 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 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 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 ordered 
palace guards to force 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 guards 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, Lord Vidmarkt 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 Vidmarkt 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’ll ask you again, I’d imagine you’d like to be let down, 
wouldn’t you?”

As fearful as she was of Lord Vidmarkt 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 your 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. Lord 
Vidmarkt 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 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. Lord Vidmarkt 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. Lord Vidmarkt 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 sphincter, pushing her finger in to make sure both were properly 
lubricated. Meanwhile Lord Vidmarkt began undressing. Maria Elena looked 
back with horror, noticing he was 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. Lord Vidmarkt let go of her hair and pulled a 
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 Lord Vidmarkt 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.

Lord Vidmarkt 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 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 something to eat. She quickly returned with a plate of food, 
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. Lord 
Vidmarkt 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.

Lord Vidmarkt 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. 

Lord Vidmarkt’s desire to take Maria Elena for himself did have a momentary 
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.”

Lord Vidmarkt 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 Lord Vidmarkt 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.