Prince looked at the girl they brought to him. His new slave. Duke's daughter.
They unpacked her.
Her nightdress had slipped during the transport and it stuck onto her skin.
A long travel. Exhausting. Stifling in that plastic bag.
The girl was shaking all over while his guards were keeping her balanced.
She smelled bad.
Warmth of the confinement, mustiness of fear, acridness of urine when terror released her bladder.
She stunk.
But it was the perfume of a living person, a body that belonged to him now, a female slave body.
And he was appreciating the gift.
Nice white lace tanga... what a pity.
When he cut the straps with his dagger, the girl groaned.
Prince's hand came to the captive's intimity.
Too hairy. Despite the fairness was becoming.
He took her womb like an eagle catch its prey.
Flesh was soft, open. Used to being caressed.
What ??
Duke's daughter was always a virgin ?
Pleasure to come.
Pleasure in taking.
Pleasure in subjecting without mercy.
Not now. Prince's mind was misted by feast.
Tomorrow.
Yes he will.
Tomorrow Duke's daughter will be taken.
- Guards ! Lock up her in a cell. Alone.
I don't want anybody touch her.
I will cut the ribbons of that gift myself.
But now, I want to drink. Fill my glass. It's empty.
Your Lord is half a century old.
I want that every body laught and have fun. I do want that.
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While he was draining his glass, guards took Duke's daughter away.
He was furiously desiring the girl.
But Prince wanted to have a clear head.
Young madam's charms, who had insulted him, merited that.
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- But now, let's drink and screw. Bring wine and slaves to us !
- Prince Dominique, your friends made a really nice gift to you.
- certainly the girl is nice to see and
nice to touch. As somebody say, her face is pretty too. But she needs
to be cleaned. The packet is too nauseating. The Prior declaration of
enslavement has been sent and tomorrow, I am going to receive the
Certificate of enslavement. You know Strasbourg bureaucrats are very
pernickety.
When I will get the papers, the girl will be straight away enslaved.
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The next day, Prince ordered they bring the former Countess to the Training Room.
Papers were arrived and it was time to learn the fate that awaited Duke de Bretagne's daughter.
When he entered the Room, the girl was there, flanked by two guards.
Agnes, the female slaves governess, slave herself, was kneeling near the informatique desk where the slaves management was done.
An enslavement abduction never make girls more attractive.
Even the upper girls, with the strict education they have, lost their
self-restraint when waves of fear came and swallowed up their certainty.
Duke's daughter let herself go and her nightdress was spattered with
urine, sweat and muddy with the jail soil where she has been locked.
He came closer drawing her dagger.
Night was long. I didn't know if I slept
but after an infinite time, they went to get me, they went to drag me
towards I didn't know.
They stood me up.
The heavy leather slave hood cut all my
sensations: I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything and the gag
filled my mouth distorting my painful jaws.
Something cold, a blade, ran on my naked arms skin. I shivered, trying to avoid the contact.
Brusquely, my nighdress straps were cut. I felt the fine batiste of my dress sliding down on my body, falling down on the floor.
I tryed to huddle myself up, to hide myself but hard hands held me back.
A slap made me open my legs and something frozen, sharp came to my slit.
I gasped.
- Don't move, Laureline, slave Laureline.
Oh yes I do know you, your name, your tittle and your rank, Countess
Laureline de Saint-Brieuc.
And you know me. Try to remember...
That voice... Where did I hear it ? Oooooh ! Prince of Berry, I had nearly insulted him. Oh
no !
- You're the gift for my 50 years. But before I accept the gift, I have to make sure of the quality.
While he was speaking, my abductor was
pawing me, touching my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He
put his hand on my womb, staying on my blonde pubic hair. Then he
opened my intimity, finding my rosebud.
I was panting, I was groaning. My oppressed breath was wristling through the tiny holes of the leather hood.
Saliva was dripping from my gagged mouth.
He pinched harshly my labias, closing them on the steel. I moanned in the gag.
- Stop slobbering, you trollop ! Or do you want I punish you ?
I swallowed.
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- I like that my Lords. The filly is pleasant. Still intact. Well trained she will serve me perfectly. But...
He made me turn back, bent me over and he spead my buttocks...
- Let's see if a proud blade can find its way.
He
pushed the handle between my buttocks... I struggled, refusing the
penetration. He seized my cuff chain, pulled it up. I fell down
on my knees.
- Listen to me, pretty whore. In some time
you will lost your freedom and your free woman dignity. Your
enslavement is registered and I just have to read the Certificate. I'm
your Master now. And you're a slave. My slave. Do you understand ? This
evening you'll be in my bed. And I'm not used to seing my slave disobey.
Give me the crop !
Thank you... take her on her knees, rump up.
You're a inexperienced so I'll be magnanimous. Ten strokes only.
He whipped me. Harshly. Lines of fire tore my buttocks. I screamed in my gag.
- That's enough. Remove her hood, her gag and her elbows chains.
Scrub that slut. Don't spare soap. She stincks likes ten pigsties. When she will be clean chain her on the examination chair.
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I was taken towards and chained with my arms stretched up.
They started washing me with a water jet. I was wriggling, turning round to escape the water pressure.
When I saw the guard change the nozzle, I realized what they were coming to do. I screamed: No... Don't do that ! In vain.
While the woman was firmly holding me, bending me, the guard shoved the
nuzzle between my buttocks. I stared wide-eyes when the water spurted
into me.
Just a little moment. They didn't want to fill me. They just wanted to
give an enema to me. The guard removed the nozzle, spread my buttocks,
opening my anus. Water gushed out. I was washed five time until the
water was perfectly clear.
My womb was cleaned too. Softly. They knew I was a virgin.
Then I was soaped. Not with sweet cream or perfumed and moisturizing
balm. They used a Marseille soap and a brush. Little by little my skin
became red.
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I was despaired. In spite of that, my abductor's voice came to my ears. He was speaking to the woman.
- Agnes ! What is that ! That metal and plastic thing ?
Listening his tone of voice, she kneeled immediately.
- I beg your pardon, Master. But I thought you would like replace the old machine...
- You're wrong. That chair hasn't to be here.
I don't want it. But it is going to be used once. On the evening you'll
ask the guards they tie you on the chair, inside the male slaves
kennels. I give one hour of liberty to the slaves and I give them
permission to empty their balls in you.
I said and I ordered.
Now make your own job. Deal with my new slave.
- Yes Master. I have heard you and I obey.
The
machine was not yet tilted back. I was standing and I had a hollow back
to shirk the tiny prickles they irritate my back. My anckles were bound
to a chain and two straps were restraining my waist and my neck.
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- Well, Agnes. The result is pleasant... I'm going to do the next. I'll take pleasure.
I was staring at him, astonished.
My voice became a breath:
- Please, let me go. My Father will pay the ransom.
Ransom doesn't matter. It's slavery. Did you understand ? You have to
learn something first as a slave. A slave never look at her Master
right to his eyes. And a slave never speaks without authorization. I
will punish you later for that. Agnes, note the two faults in the
punishments register.
- Yes Master, I do obey.
- Tip out her and lift her legs.
A guard turned a wheel while another
pulled on the chains. My ankles were lifted up and soon, my spreaded
thighs showed my intimty to all.
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| - Lick her pussy and her ass, Agnes. I want her wet.
Agnes bent over and made her task
with efficiency so the man forced easily his thumb into me and his
index into my anus, immobilizing me
with the tong of his fingers.
I groaned with shame and with the strange trouble catching my mind.
- A slave must be all naked. It will be your first mark of slavery.
Holding me with his fingers my abductor started to spread the shaving foam on my womb. I jumped when the razor came on my skin.
Little by little he stripped me more.
And I became really naked.
I could not see my body, but I knew the others could see. My little pink slit, opened on top of my spreaded thighs.
The marker was ready with the code saved. Agnes give it to Prince.
Straight away he put it on the new slave's naked womb.
She leaned in her bindings. The sharp pain made her scream, he saw her eyes becoming closed. She passed out.
He turned back:
- Give the punch to me, Agnes. I'm going to fix her nose ring
Agnesmiled discreetly. She knew what he wanted.
She knew that it's easy to break a slave. But he wanted more. He wanted a full submission more than a servile obedience.
The pain of the mark will disappear quickly and the mark will stay. But
the ring will be constantly present. She will touch it when nobody will
look at her, with her hand irresistibly attracted by the symbol of her
new slavery.
- Shut her up in the constraining cage. And close her mouth. I don't want her cheeping break my ears. |
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Later I woke up. All was spinning. I
was locked inside a sort of body shaped cage. Something was filling my
mouth and it stiffled my scream when I remembered. My womb was warm and
tingling. And my nose was gnawing at. I had been branded like a
merchandise and my nose was pierced. They made me a slave. I moved...
and all started to spin.
Despair came in my mind and I cried.
Before I fainted out again.
The
woman woke me up while she opened the cage. She was strictly dressed
but pleasantly with a long asiatic slitted gown, made with a violine
and diaphanous silk. She helped me and took me to the casttle.
- I am Agnes. Mistress of Prince's slaves. Come. You have to be prepared.
What I saw outside was usual: working women
and men, sometimes naked, sometimes wearing a simple loin cloth. They
were schackled and branded. I got used to that. But now !
I was naked and branded like them.
I stumbled on the gravel. The woman held me back.
We entered the casttle and Agnes took me to
a little warm room. She explained to me, that it was the pleasure
slaves's boudoir. Large mirrors were hanging on a wall.
- Pretty girl. Master will like you. I hope so. If not he'll send you to the kitchen or to the factory. I don't hope that.
She looked at me, passing her hand on my womb, touching the brand. She smiled. I trembled under her caresses.
- The brand is nice. And
Master choosed a color that suits you. Thirty five. probably they will
name you salve 35. I'm 26. It's branded on my womb... in red.
Sit down here. That seat is used for new or stubborn slaves.
Don't move.
A plier closed on my neck. Agnes spread
my legs and locked the cuffs. Clack ! A buzz and the the cuffs spread
apart my thighs. I saw me in the mirror in front of me: a wide open
girl with a barcode on her womb.
- Your hair first. A bun, please. Your
neck has to be visible. the corset is going to give a lot of cleavage
to your breast. Master likes to imprison breast when he uses a slave.
- Some make-up on your nipples...
A buzz... The pliers opened, releasing my anckles.
- Put on the stockings, the sandals and the little skirt. I am going to explain what you have to do.
I'm going to take you to the reception hall. You'll be dressed like that, with your wrists tied back. I will leash you.
My master, your Master now, will
ask me for putting the cuffs. They aren't irons. Leather ones, very
soft. But lockable with a little key, I have. Look at them.
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Agnes lifted her dress, showing her cuffed anckles. Suddenly she swayed. her hand grasped my shoulder.
- Oooops... Sorry. A dizzy. The male
slaves didn't spare me this night. My womb is always hurting.
About 20 or 30 took me... I don't know. But Master was right.
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Hi hi. But some of them will pay. I'm their Mistress. If one makes...
yes... I know, I talk, I talk...
I'll put the cuffs and Master will want you introduce yourself.
You'll stand up in front of him, with your legs wide open, you'll free
your hair and you'll lift up your skirt, to show your brand.
Don't look at him right in his eyes. Look down at his pelvis.
Master is generous but he has terrific anger. And he likes to use the whip !
Then I'll give the leash handle to him. And he'll put the collar... You'll see. he has his own way to do that.
Shhht. Don't cry little girl. You'll be happy here. Master is a good
master. There are worst masters than him. They tell Count of Provence
wanted you. Oh! He is a beast ! And he stincks.
Stop crying now. You are going to spoil your make-up. Do you want to be punished ?
Well. You're ready. Turn back so I bind your wrists. Now the leash, in
your nose ring. Yes I know. In the first time, it's a bit unpleasant. |
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- Ah she is here ! My new slave. Come here. Closer. The spoil is nice in her silk and leather nets. I'm eager to taste her.
That's excellent, Agnes, you have dreesed her well.
You'll be rewarded. Next time, in my apartments, I want an
oriental slave. An harem girl. Now put her cuffs.
Agnes quicky obeyed, binding my wrists and my anckles in that heavy slave cuffs.
- Present you, slave !
Agnes backed the order with her crop on my
buttocks just veiled with the fibe red silk. He looked at me while I
started to untie my hair.
- No ! Don't. Show me your brand
Shivering, I lifted my skirt, revealing my intimity engraved with the mark of my slaver.
- I have branded you well, slave. Now you're the number 35.
Perhaps I will call you, Laureline... perhaps. But it will be a reward and you will have to earn it.
Now it's time to collar you.
Give the leash to me, Agnes .
He grabbed the handle, tugged the leash. I followed the lead that hurt my nose.
- On your knees in
front of your Master, slave 35. Open my pants. Pull out delicately what
you have to venerate and open wide your mouth, slave.
He pressed his hand on my head and forced my lips with his member.
- Agnes ! The collar. And tie her hands back.
He was dominating me. He was breathing me. My made-up female perfume and the fear
I had. Also his sex sweating a musky odor. I was nothing, just a slave.
But I knew I was an instrument in a strange scented symphony.
The leather coolness and the click of the tiny lock made me quiver.
- Gon on, move on. Give pleasure to your Master. Like the little bitch you are become.
He
grabbed my hair, moving my head on his member. That was growing. He
forced my mouth deeply and sometimes his glans beated my throat. At
last (at last ?) he cames in me with a tigger grunt.
- Swallow it, slave. It's a gift for you. Lick all with your tongue.
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- Sit down to eat. Bring the meals.
He tugged me to the table, and I followed him, on my knees.
-You, bend over on the table. Agnes, remove her skirt. I want she shows her ass.
Service slaves were working around. Then they came with the meals. I was there on display, nearly naked, main course, dessert, a simple part of Master's dinner.
The smell of the roasted sucking-pig made my mouth water.
L'odeur du cochon de lait rôti m'a fait saliver
While he was petting the maid, he talked to me. |
- tell me slave. What do you prefer ? To
lose your treasure with this male slave ? Or to give it to your Master
? Speak, slave. You're allowed.
I was trembling when I answered.
My choice was not a choice.
This man enslaved me, following the CPE laws was different from the other men I have known.
He was a wild and barbarian man. But he didn't hide his mind. He
enjoyed full use of his Master's privileges. Without hypocrisy. He was
a Master and he was assuming his role.
He was uncompromising not like these boys I meet in the past.
He made of me a defenceless prey and wanted to devour me. What I could do, I knew I was a trembling doe for the predator he was.
Then, then... I desired he put his hands on me, I desired
something more of him. I tasted him in my mouth. And I would like to
... taste something else.
I blushed and I answered with a trembling voice.
- I belong to you, Prince. You can do with me what you want to.
- You could beg better, slave 35. Slave Laureline.
He was standing behind me caressing my buttocks. So I sbmitted...
- Take me, Master. I offer my viginity to you.
- And I do take it !
So, yes he does, he took me.
he covered my womb with butter or pork dripping, I didn't know, then he
slipped into me. I was ashamed because my tender flesh opened easily
for him. He grabbed my breast, pinched the nipples, then he bit my
neck. Imprisoning me with his hands, with his jaws, he forced deeply my
intimity.
And I groaned. He made me moan.
With fear. because I just understood that somedays, he will make me cry out in pleasure.
Then he let me there unsatisfied. I would like he continue but I knew I
had to wait for he deign to accept that his slave 35 have an
orgasm.
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They took me there, in that little
niche. They gagged me and blindfolded me. Then they chained me there,
with my arms and legs spread. I was wide opened in front of all people
and my sex was dripping. I tried to close my legs. In vain.
Then all become confused. I remember voices, laughts, slaves chuckling.
I remember the cramps in my legs, in my arms. I remember Prince wishing
a nice night while he was touching my womb with something. Then the
silence, the light change behind the leather mask. I suppose I dozed
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Introduction
