Mabel, in despair, knelt down in front of the sniggering flapper and licked her dirty shoes!"
"Slap her face, Molly," Bridget said, "slap her hard to punish her for her lack of courtesy towards you!"
The child did not have to hear the invitation twice — her little hand shot out with violence and slapped Mabel's cheeks six times.
May was laughing her head off.
"It's wonderful to have a slave!" she cried. "I'd lore to teach my employer to serve me like this! What a vengeance that would be!"
"And you know," Bridget added, "she is perfectly tamed, you can ask her to do, anything you like. Why, even if you spat in her face, she'd be grateful."
"Well, let's try and see!" the blond said.
She bent down and spat twice on Mabel's face, and her saliva, mixed with lipstick, ran down the slave's cheeks.
"Now, what do you say?" she asked, provocatively.
"Thank you, madam," Mabel whispered, almost sobbing.
Roberta was examining the slave.
"She's funnily dressed, isn't she?" she remarked.
"She's dressed the way a slave should be to serve her mistresses," Bridget answered. "Stand up, bitch, and draw up your skirt to show these ladies how well you're strapped and corseted!"
In front of the laughing women the girl had to stand and lift up her skirt shoulder high. Her thin waist appeared, terribly squeezed in a black leather corset, and her big rumps sheathed narrowly in pink silk panties, with a pretty varnished leather strap between her thighs.
"I would like to see her bottom naked," little Molly asked.
"She will certainly show it to us in a while, when she's deserved a whipping," Bridget said. "For the moment, she's going to serve tea."
Three of the women sat down on the sofa and the other two on armchairs. The slave bad to wait upon them on her knees, stimulated by the slaps on the face which showered upon her from all quarters. After tea, the women smoked cigarettes and Mabel stretched down on the carpet to be a carpet to them. Ten feminine feet trod her body and face, bruising them atrociously, the girls talked and laughed, with vulgarity. Without giving a thought to the slave's sufferings, which horrified their unfortunate victim.
"She can also be used as a seat," Bridget said after a while. "Come on, bitch, lie down on your stomach on the sofa!"
Mabel having obeyed, the maid invited her friends to sit on the slave. Molly sat on the legs, Gladys on the stomach, Roberta on the breasts and May on the face.
Horribly stifling and bruised, overwhelmed by that quadruple weight, Mabel thought her last hour had come. But she had to resist for more than a half hour. And when the guests at last condescended to get up, they had to make her come to, for she had fainted.
After a few minutes' rest, she had to resume her service. To humiliate her, Bridget obliged her to slip her head under each of the women's skirts, kissing each bottom in turn. Dominating her natural repulsion, Mabel had to press her pretty face against May's natty seat, covered with pink silk, then on Roberta's powerful buttocks, sheathed in black lace knickers, then on the big buttocks of Gladys, then on the small panties covering Molly's precocious roundness.
But her humiliations were not over. May, the blond maid, having asked to go and see a man about a dog, Bridget loaned her the slave who went to the toilet with her and had to clean her afterwards. Then, one after the other, all the other guests did likewise and Mabel had thus to spend a long half hour satisfying their dirty whims.
Upon the futile pretext that the slave had not unbuttoned fast enough Molly's panties, she was sentenced to a whipping. Under her mistresses' orders she had to bare her bottom, showing her big buttocks still bearing the marks of daily punishments. The women also laughed at the sight of her depilated sex. Then she was tied on to a sofa and gagged with May's panties. Then Bridget and her four girl-friends, one after the other, flogged to blood Mabel's buttocks with a horsewhip.
After she bad thanked her torturers on her on her knees, Mabel was sent for a walk in the park with little Molly. The cruel child, after having pinched her in many places, scratched her and kicked and slapped her in many ways, glad of the unique opportunity offered to her, suddenly thought it would be a wonderful idea of she used lashing her with her right hand armed with a the slave as a mount. So, sitting on her shoulders and holding her hair with the left hand and horsewhip, she made Mabel run in the paths as fast as she could, and she laughed at her and insulted her to her heart's content.
Finally, the women went away, delighted with their entertaining afternoon, and, as a parting gift, they spat into Mabel's face.
Mabel went back into the castle, gorged with humiliation, broken with suffering and shame. It was nearly a relief for her to resume her service with Dorothea von Berner.
EPILOGUE
Three months have elapsed, Life in Kelingson Castle has been hell for the two slaves and a source of perverse amusements for the two mistresses and the maid.
Mabel Sunway and Myriam Hekings have for ever lost any shadow of personality. They have become passive things, obedient like bitches, fearing the whip, submitting at once and without any hesitation or discussion to any order that was given them, even the most fanciful or disgusting. They are no longer women — they're just slaves condemned to a lifetime of servitude and abjection.
And the mistresses' magnetic power is so great that the slaves have reached the stage where they actually adore them while still fearing them. Mabel knows no other reason for living than to breathe Dorothea von Berner's perfume, to lick her feet and live under her skirts. As for Myriam, she knows no other religion than the whip and no other worship than Eva Crimpton's fat body.
But, alas, all good things must come to an end. The holiday over, Eva Crimpton has to go back to the boarding-school which she manages and which is nothing more than a penitentiary. Since Myriam Hekings belongs to her for life, she has decided to take her with her as her personal maid. Thanks to whippings and continual discipline, Myriam has become a model chamber-slave and, at night, she is now an expert caresser, satisfying her mistress's special tastes marvellously well.
To-day, Eva Crimpton is leaving Kelingson Castle till the next holidays. Elegant and perfumed, she is driving her luxurious car. Next to her, a young woman is sitting motionless, covered with a huge mack, having the hood down. Under it, the girl is tied up: her ankles together, and her hands behind her back; her magnificent body is squeezed painfully in an iron corset, her youthful behind is imprisoned in a triple pair of rubber panties and strapped by a wide leather tape. Under the hood, the pretty mouth is gagged by means of — yes, you've guessed it! — Scotch tape, over which a silk shawl has been tied. And, finally, she is blindfolded. That young woman, unable to move, speak or see, is Myriam Hekings, or rather "Slave Myriam" who is leaving with her mistress the castle of sufferings to go to another still more painful destiny.
After the last minute kisses and embraces between the two friends, the car starts and Dorothea follows her with her eyes until it becomes a black dot on the horizon.
The beautiful governess is again alone with her slave. But not for long for, that evening, Lord Kelingson is to return to the castle after his long absence. He is quite happy at the idea of finding his niece completely tamed.
But his wishes are more than fulfilled, for, as soon as he enters the castle, a young girl throws herself at his feet. A girl? No, rather a trembling slave, made up like a prostitute, with a waspish waist and a skirt so short that one can see, when she is bending, her big buttocks sheathed in pink silk. And, while the lord recovers from his surprise at recognizing his niece Mabel, the latter is busy licking his shoes like a dog. Behind her stands Dorothea von Berner, in a long moulding black velvet dress, and holding a horsewhip.