Miss Crimpton, bending forward a little, lifted up Mabel's skirts up to the waist and on the pretty belly of the girl, drawn tight by a thin silk pair of panties, she delivered a blow with the horsewhip which landed right on Mabel's femininity.
The girl moaned with pain and became more active in her fulsome task. Dominating her natural disgust she tried as best she could to introduce her tongue into her mistress' orifice.
"Better than that!" Eva shouted, whipping her slave like mad. "Drive it in more deeply I… There, that's good! Continue more and more quickly and beware if you don't satisfy me as I wish!"
Under the powerful buttocks crushing her face, the girl was getting nearly hysterical. She had thrown all modesty and disgust to the winds and was now boring with her tongue into her mistress's anus with only one thought — that of satisfying her. The whip went down and down with clockwork regularity on the satisfying her. The whip went down and down with clockwork regularity on the slave's sex, tearing her panties to strips.
Soon, Eva Crimpton began to fidget like mad on her human seat. She felt pleasure come and stimulated Mabel with great severity. Her moving rumps bruised the girl's face and squeezed her as in a vice. Finally, the mistress's body was shaken by a great shudder and her muscles relaxed. With a moan of pleasure Eva let herself go and rolled on the bed, naked and shuddering with ecstasy, driving her finger-nails into the sobbing slave's face.
The mistress stayed for a while prostrate and languid, shaken now and then by small shudders of bliss. At last she got up, but it was only to inflict a new torture to the unhappy slave.
Out of a cupboard Eva took a strange-looking garment. It was a pair of woman's panties similar to normal ones, with the exception that the bottom was cut into a large opening which one could as wish shut or open with a zip. Miss Crimpton put on that garment and ordered Mabel to slip under the bedclothes.
The girl having obeyed. Eva went to bed and pushed down her slave with her feet until Mabel's face was level with her mistress's behind.
"Now, you're going to put your head through the opening of my panties," Eva ordered, "and during the whole night you will stay thus, your face next to my buttocks, and you will kiss my arse until I fall asleep. And mind you don't disturb me during the night!"
Her mind in a whirl, the slave did as she had been told. The whole of her bead disappeared into her mistress's panties and the elder shut it hermetically, by means of the zipper held fast on a string around her slave's neck. Mabel had become part of her mistress and her face was completely imprisoned in the panties, keeping company to enormous feminine buttocks.
The poor slave was very uncomfortably hot, for she was entirely dressed and her corset was squeezing her atrociously. As for the suppository, its effect was torturing her a lot. On each move made by her mistress Mabel had to follow, for she could not detach herself from the buttocks to which she was glued, as it were.
Never, since the beginning of her bondage, had the girl suffered so much morally and physically. She had the impression of an absolute degradation. Little by little she lost conscience of her own personality; her face, stuck to that feminine behind, had lost all its nobility and human dignity. It seemed to Mabel as if her face had itself become a behind, since it was being treated as such.
When, ten long, long hours later, the girl was at last delivered from her strange prison, she tried in vain to recover her human mentality, but she fell unconscious, exhausted with suffering and shame from the awful treatment she had been submitted to.
Miss Eva Crimpton, as the experienced mistress she was, had given Mabel the decisive stroke that for ever put an end to Mabel Sunway's personality. Now, Lord Kelingson could come back to the castle — her would find only a slave without strength or will-power of her own, a slave who never again would become a woman.
CHAPTER 6
Life was following its courses uneventfully at the Kelingson Castle. Under the implacable yoke of her mistresses Mabel was becoming every day more submissive. She had now acquired a real soul of a slave. She obeyed with equal zeal the beautiful Dorothea von Berner, Eva Crimpton and the maid Bridget. Just a blow out of a whistle or an imperative clack of fingers sufficed to make Mabel throw herself on her knees in front of any of these three mistress's, with her body trembling, her eyes full of tears and her dig buttocks apprehending a whipping.
One day, a letter addressed to Miss Mabel Sunway arrived at the castle. Naturally, it was Dorothy who opened and read it. That letter, written in a high elegant hand on perfumed paper come from a certain Myriam Hekings, who had been a school-friend of Mabel's. The girl, after a thousand and one confidences such as are usually exchanged between old school pals, announced to her friend that she was ready to come to Kelingson's castle to visit her, since Mabel, before leaving college, had invited her so kindly. She asked Lord Kelingson's niece to let her know if and when she was ready to receive her.
Dorothea showed the letter to Miss Crimpton who read it with great interest. The two mistresses, sitting in the drawing-room, ordered Bridget to fetch Mabel, who was cleaning Eva Crimpton's bathroom. A few minutes later the young slave came into the room. She was very lovely under her excessive make-up.
A pink satin corset was crushing her waist, leaving breasts naked, and the tips of her breasts had been painted in red. She was wearing a very short skirt made out of Scotch silk, and stopping just above the knees; on her legs, up to her calves, she wore white silk socks and on her feet were black varnished shoes with extremely high heels. Her hands were tied with gold handcuffs behind her back, and the lower part of her face was gagged by a black silk rag. Under that gag the girl's checks were swollen as if she had an object in her mouth.
Under Dorothea's order Bridget undid Mabel's gag and took off the object that was stuffing her mouth — a pair of dirty panties belonging to Eva Crimpton, which the latter had imposed upon her in order to humiliate her.
The slave, on her knees, kissed respectfully her mistress's feet. In the movement of bending down her short skirt blew upwards revealing for a while her buttocks clad in silk knickers the colour of peaches — quite suggestive.
"I'm going to ask you questions, Mabel," the governess declared in a severe voice, "and you're going to answer them with absolute truthfulness, that is, if you want to avoid twenty stokes of the horsewhip which you will get for every lie you tell. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Divine Mistress."
"Who is Myriam Hekings?"
The pretty slave's heart missed a beat. Her eyes glanced at the letter which Dorothea was holding nervously in her fingers and upon which she had just recognized her best friend's handwriting.
"She's a friend I had in my boarding-school, Divine Mistress," she answered with an effort. "She's twenty years old, and a very wealthy English girl, and I made her acquaintance in France, I had taken the liberty of inviting her here for a stay, at a time when I still thought that…"
"When you thought what? Answer!"
"When I thought I would stay a free girl…"
"And this Myriam, is she pretty?" Miss Crimpton asked.
"Oh, yes, Your Honour, she's ravishingly pretty, and also very elegant, and her character is very wilful and stubborn."
"And what's her family situation?"
"Myriam has only her father left alive, Divine Mistress. He is an officer in the British army in India, and is hardly ever in England, that is why his daughter is full of independence."
Miss Eva winked understandingly to her friend.
"Now, all that seems perfect to me," she said, smiling.
"Stand up!" Dorothea ordered, making her horsewhip lash the air. "Bridget, untie Mabel's hands and sit her down to the desk!"