If You want to read more about Verona’s first visit to Roissy, You can scroll back to posts from the fall of 2018. Her second visit about Julienne having her cervix pierced was in the fall of the following year. Or You might click on th efollowing: #verona, #julienne.
After squatting over the Turkish toilet like depression and relieving herself, Verona’s hand was grasped by Colette who said, “Now for our ‘bidet and then a nice shower.” Colette then led Verona to the corner where a water nozzle was pointing upward at a .45-degree angle. Colette said, “Stand close and spread your lips. I’ll turn on the water.” Moments later Verona flinched as a jet of water streamed against the tender flesh of her bruised sex. She let out a sharp gasp and Collette laughed, saying, “Cold, isn’t it? The Masters don’t want it too warm because they fear we will use it to masturbate.” Then Verona heard Claudia say, “But it’s nice in a way. Afterwards you feel so clean and contracted. Now, please join Jeanne in the shower.”
Verona stepped under the shower that was already running and was greeted by more cold water. Again, she let out a gasp. Jeanne, also under the cold water grinned and said, “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it after a while.” Saying this, Jeanne lifted her breasts so that the cold water splashed on them, causing her prominent nipples to stiffen even more. Verona considered the naked young woman, smiling and laughing and twirling under the water as her curly hair matted on her face. She thought to herself, “Why, she seems so happy even though I can tell from the stripes on her thighs and buttocks that she has been beaten recently. And she seemed so proud that her sex had been pierced so she could wear her lover’s medallion there. How strange is that?”
Verona’s thoughts were interrupted by Colette who said, “Finish up I hear Pierre calling to take you to your room. Claudia and I will wait here with Jeanne for another valet to escort us to our rooms.” Verona stepped out from the cold shower and dried herself with a towel Colette gave her. Just as she finished, the valet called Pierre appeared and said, “Come with me.”
Verona, lost in her thoughts, followed the valet down a long hallway, the wooden clogs she was wearing, softly banging on the stone floors. At one turn in the hall, the valet stopped and turned around, asking, “You don’t remember me, do you, Miss?” Now Verona looked at his face, the face of a middle-aged peasant. She said, “Your face looks familiar. Have we met previously?”
Now Pierre chuckled and said, “You interviewed me when you were here over three years ago. Anne Marie said you were doing some sort of expose about deviant sexual practices for your TV program. You interviewed me, No one and Julienne. Later I watched it on your program, ’Discovery with Verona.’ My face was digitized.”
Now, it all came back to Verona. In late 2018 she had indeed done a program in which she had interviewed some of the personalities at Roissy. The subsequent program had been a rousing success for Arte Television and, no doubt, made a fortune for Roissy. She looked at Pierre and said, “I remember you now.” Then, “We had everyone I interviewed here faces digitized. For privacy issues.”
“Oh,” said Pierre. “I thought it was because I am ugly.”
“Oh no. You are not the least bit ugly,” lied Verona. Pierre was silent, and Verona tried to break the ice. “I recall interviewing a couple of the women, uh, I mean slaves here. One was African, the other a French girl. Are they still here, also?”
“You mean Niobe, one of the ‘free’ prostitutes and Julienne who belongs to one of the Masters, Etienne.”
“Yes, the French girl’s name was Julienne. I remember now. Like Jeanne, she had her labia pierced and even had a brand on her backside. Like Jeanne says her lover is going to do to her.” Pierre responded, “Yes, that was Julienne. And then about a year later, you came back and did another program when Etienne had her cervix pierced.”
“Yes. Now I remember that also. It was awful. How could a man do that to her?”
“She consented. Women in love do strange things.”
“Well, I think anyone who consents to something like that is crazy.”
Pierre looked Verona in the eyes and said, “And why are you here?” Verona responded, “I am doing a program about what it’s like to be a sex slave. I will be here as one for several weeks.”
Pierre shook his head and replied, “Jeanne and Julienne are not the only crazy ones.”
After meeting with Gaspar concerning his plan for Jeanne, Anne Marie began planning for the quarterly meeting with the Roissy Society’s Personnel and Finance Committee which was scheduled for 10:45 that morning in hopes that old, fat Cyril might still be sober or at least coherent. In addition to Cyril, the other members of the committee were Gaspar, Sir Donald, Reynard, and Raymond, the DGSE spymaster. All were already seated around the conference table when Anne Marie made her entrance. She nodded to Gaspar as if to say, ‘we meet again,’ and strode to the head of the table.
She began, “Gentlemen, it is good to see you on this fine spring morning. And I do mean that it is a fine morning not only due to the blooming flowers, but also because it seems the Covid plague is loosening its grip on France. Accordingly, with your permission, I am proposing that we fully re-open Roissy to guests beginning the first of May.”
Hearing this, old Cyril interrupted, “Reminds me of a ditty I once heard many years ago: Hooray! Hooray! It’s the first of May. Hooray! Hooray! Outdoor fucking starts today!” Then he laughed at his own joke.
Gaspar glared at him and said, “Anne Marie, please continue.”
She continued, “Well, Cyril is correct in a sense. With the Chateau opening completely on May first, I expect we may have some outdoor liaisons when our staff goes back to full strength.”
“And what do you estimate that strength to be?” asked Sir Donald.
“We will bring back all the support staff – cooks, valets, servants, grounds crew that we had furloughed the previous quarter…”
“And the girls? How many?” asked Sir Donald.
“That is more difficult to determine,” responded Anne Marie. “Of course, any Master may bring whomever he wishes at any time. A Master’s slave or a girl seduced into coming by a Master will always be welcomed at Roissy. For example, even during this past quarter when we went to a short staff, slaves Collette, Julienne, and Blaise Marie were housed here along with about a dozen ‘free’ prostitutes.”
“So what numbers are we talking about?” continued Sir Donald, sounding mildly exasperated.
“I would think perhaps two dozen, possibly a couple more. It is really hard to forecast,” said Anne Marie.
“And for a guest to take a girl who is a personal slave and considered property of her Master. That guest is still charged double the rate of what he would pay for one of the free prostitutes. Am I correct?”
“Yes. That is correct. If a girl bears marks indicating she is the property of a Master, she is paid twice the rate of a free prostitute.”
Sir Donald continued, “Then we Masters need to encourage other Masters to bring in girls willing to become personal slaves.”
Old Cyril interrupted again, “Easier said than done.”
“But doable,” responded Gaspar. Take my nephew’s little whore Jeanne for example. She has been here at Roissy several times before. Perhaps some of you may have even sampled her pleasures. But now my nephew and I are planning to turn her into a fully owned slave and marked accordingly. Future guests will be paying twice as much to take her.” Then turning to Cyril, he continued, “You see, old friend, it can be done. One just has to work at it.”
There was a brief silence in the room. Then Anne Marie continued, “Don’t forget. Etienne has returned from California with a girl he wishes to bring here, and Axel, another Master who has been away has his girl Zoe primed to complete her training. So, that is two more who will possibly be earning double, so to speak.”
This seemed to pacify Sir Donald who said, “I think you have done well, Anne Marie. Accordingly, I make amotion that Chateau Roissy fully re-open on May First.”
Anne Marie said to little Yvette, “Please finish reading the letter.” Yvette continued:
“Todd then told me that he now kept Dani at home except on those rare occasions when he took her out, either to a cocktail party of other industry functions. Only a few close friends knew of her status as his slave. When at home, he usually used the chain to restrict her movements and remind her of her status. ‘The chain attached to her cervix isn’t overly heavy, but she is constantly aware of it. Aware of her sex and status as a female and as my slave. Isn’t that right, Dani?’
“But Dani was occupied with my member. I knew I was close, and so did she. Just as I was beginning to come, she pulled back so that I spilled myself on her face. Anne Marie, I swear she looked at me with a big grin!
“Seeing that and her complete submissiveness I have decided that I would like for my Julienne to be the same way. If you could arrange it, I would be so very grateful and willing to forego my share of Julienne’s earnings during her stay at Roissy. Yours, Etienne”
As Yvette completed reading the letter, Verona said with a note of sarcasm, “It’s always about the money, isn’t it?”
To which Anne Marie said, “Everything is about money or Love. Now to bed. We all have a busy time in the morning.”
Anne Marie got up from her chair and poured herself another brandy while Verona and Mathilde listened with rapt attention to little Yvette reading the letter from Etienne. Yvette paused when she saw her Mistress get up, but Mathilde protested, “Oh, don’t stop. Please go on reading.” Anne Marie nodded to Yvette who continued:
“The next evening, I went to the address Todd had given me. It was a large home behind a walled gate. I stopped at the gate and rang, A voice said, ‘Please come in.’ I entered the house and saw Dani standing naked in the middle of the living room with the small chain again hanging from her vagina. It hung about a quarter of the way down her thigh where it was connected to a larger chain by a small padlock. The larger chain was, in turn, secured on the other end to an eye screw in the wooden floor. All in all, her radius of somewhat free movement was about ten meters. I also noticed that her thighs, lower belly and rear were covered in welts from where she had been recently beaten with something – most likely a riding crop. Todd was sitting on a sofa not far from the middle of the room. He looked at me, smiled and said, ‘Welcome. Please have a seat. Dani will bring you a drink. You do drink gin martinis, don’t you?’
“I sat in a chair not far from him and watched as Dani moved to the counter of the nearby kitchen. The chain barely allowed her to get there. She poured me a drink from a pitcher and brought it to me. I looked at her face, but her eyes were downcast. I heard Todd say, ‘Now Dani, kneel in front of our guest.’ Then to me he said, “Would you like her to caress you with her mouth first or would you like to see how the chain is attached?’
“I looked at Todd and said, ‘Frankly, I would like to see how the chain is attached first, but I certainly would be interested in the caress afterwards.’
“He laughed and said, ‘Spoken like a true Frenchman.’ Then to Dani, ‘Stand up and walk towards your room as far as you can.’
“Dani stood and then walked into an adjacent bedroom. She got about three meters into it with Todd and I following, before the chain stopped her. I looked at the room. The walls were lined with a cork like material that muffled all sounds. A display of whips and crops was the only decoration on the wall. In the middle of the room was a four-poster bed with eye hooks and straps attached to each hook. But what was most surprising was a gynecological exam table. It too had straps for the legs and hands at the top of the table. At this point, Todd bent down and undid the lock connecting the small chain hanging from Dani’s vagina to the larger one connected to the eye screw on the floor of the living room. Then he said to Dani, ‘Up on the table and spread your legs.’
“As Dani spread her legs, Todd withdrew a speculum from a drawer in the bedside table. Then he inserted it into Dani and truly opened her up, saying, ’Look closely.’ As I did, I noticed that her cervix had been pierced and a ring inserted so that the small chain could be attached to it. ‘What do you think?’ said Todd.
“I was dumbfounded, having never seen anything like that. Then he had Dani get down and follow us back into the living room. ‘Go ahead, sit down. Now Dani will pleasure you while I tell you more.’
“I did and Dani unzipped me, took my member first in her hand and then mouth working it greedily with her tongue and lips. All the while, Todd was telling me about how Dani came to be this way. It seems that she had come to Hollywood with dreams of becoming an actress. But as often happens, she didn’t get the requisite breaks. Then Todd, who produces pornographic movies ‘discovered’ her. For a bit, she was the next ‘it’ girl, but as the public lost interest in her, Todd came up with a way to make Dani unique among porn stars. He contacted a doctor who was already overprescribing pain meds and he agreed to perform the procedure. It made Dani a star again in the porn industry, but as happens, interest in her waned once again. By then she was quite dependent on Todd for drugs, so it was an easy – at least for him – to transition Dani from porn star to sex slave.”
At this point, Mathilde interrupted the reading of the letter by saying, “A sex slave with a pierced cervix! I find this almost unbelievable.”
To which Anne Marie responded, “And yet, this is exactly what you will witness with Julienne tomorrow morning.”
After dinner Anne Marie, little Yvette, Verona and Mathilde repaired to a private study for brandy and coffee. Verona’s photographer, Jacques, excused himself saying there was too much estrogen in the air for him to be comfortable. As he left the dining room, Mathilde remarked, “Estrogen, Hell! Jacques is seeking some more testosterone. He has a thing for that tall valet.” Verona giggled as did Yvette.
Once in the study Yvette poured the other women some brandy and then curled up at Anne Marie’s feet. Taking a sip of the brandy Verona said, “Anne Marie, why aren’t you performing the procedure on Julienne? I thought you had pierced many of the girls here and even branded a few.”
Anne Marie responded, “It’s true I have pierced many a girl. In some cases, they ask for it for decoration, the same as a tattoo. These are usually the girls who come here voluntarily; they feel it makes them stand out more and thus more desirable to a customer. But as for a girl whose lover brings her here to Roissy, it is to show her devotion to her lover or Master. For both types I have done many piercings – nipples, labia, clitoral hood, really almost anything. But to answer your question, what is being done to Julienne is beyond my expertise. It will take someone with real medical training, so I called Doctor Serrano. He has helped on other occasions.”
Verona nodded and Mathilde said, “Did I hear you say you had actually branded some of the girls here. Branded like a cow, with a hot iron?” Again, Anne Marie answered, “Yes. I think I have branded half a dozen or so. A girl called Yvonne and there is Julienne, of course. And there was O. Then Uta. And the two girls who were also models – Doutzen and Anna who is still here. Really though, a tattoo is more effective. Brands fade and sometimes the scar tissue disfigures over time. But there is something about branding that works on a deeper psychological level than a tattoo. Men requesting their women to be branded always seem to want some special significance associated with it.”
“How so?” asked Verona.
“It may be a special date; Ari, Doutzen’s Master chose Valentine’s day for her branding. Uta’s Master requested she be branded at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve as did Tristan for Anna, poor Tristan shot dead in Malaga in the terrorist attack.” Anne Marie laughed a little and said, “I remember Rolfe, Uta’s Master holding her while he had Doutzen take his member in her mouth. He came in Doutzen’s mouth just as I applied the iron to Uta’s buttocks. Poor Tristan wanted Anna branded in front just above her sex with a ‘T’ in a circle. But usually it is on the rear for some reason. O, Julienne and the others were branded there. I believe Sir Stephen had me brand O on his dead mother’s birthday. It was in August, I remember.”
Anne Marie took a large sip from her brandy and continued, “And, of course, some like drama associated with the branding. I remember Yvonne’s Master had her head shaved. Then she was strung up with her hands and feet bound between two stakes, and a noose of rough rope around her neck. She was naked except for a corset tightened so that breathing was difficult. He had the noose tightened to further restrict her breathing. Sometimes a Master will request music to be played.”
“Music?” remarked Verona. “Yes. It was Heavy Metal for Yvonne. I believe it was Samuel Barber’s ‘Adagio for Strings’ for Doutzen. It varied. But all wanted the girls to see the branding iron as it was being heated, either in a bed of coals or with a propane torch. It adds to the anticipation and makes them aware that they are about to enter a new phase of slavery.”
Julienne stood there, naked, tears streaming down her face. Anne Marie rang for a valet who appeared shortly. She said to him, “Please escort Julienne back to her room.” Then after a brief pause she added, “And tonight after she is whipped, you and the other valets may use her until the sun comes up. I am afraid that after the procedure, she will be ‘unavailable’ for a while.”
The valet grinned and said, “Yes ma’am, as you wish.” Then he fastened Julienne’s hands behind her back, took up the leash, attached it to the ring that pierced her labia and led her from the room.
As they exited the room, Doctor Serrano looked at Anne Marie and said, “Such willingness to submit. Why, I can scarcely believe it.” Then, “Now, if you will excuse me. I need a good night’s sleep in order to perform the procedure correctly.” Then he left, leaving only Anne Marie, her girl Yvette, Verona, her producer, Mathilde, and the cameraman Jacques in the room. Anne Marie said, “Well, now that it’s settled, shall we adjourn to the dining room. I believe Cook has a roasted duck with cherries for us tonight.”
Therese got off Oskar Dorn’s lap, stepped back and dramatically undid her dress which fell to the floor, leaving Therese completely naked. Dorn looked at her. Therese was of medium height and slender build. Her dark hair fell around a round face which had a hard cast to it making her look older than the twenty-four years she had been on earth. Fritz Kubel, seeing his companion’s ‘girl’ naked, politely asked Julienne to also remove her dress. Without a word, Julienne id so, albeit without the flair of Therese. Therese then knelt between Oskar Dorn’s legs. She ran her hands down his thighs and spread his knees. Then, she ran her hands up the inside of his thighs to his crotch. There she drummed her fingers on the bulge in the pants of the German, saying, “My goodness! What is this hard thing here? I think I should check it out.”
Then as she was unbuttoning Dorn’s trousers, Therese looked over at Julienne and Fritz Kubel. She said, “Julienne, do you think your handsome German fellow might have the same type of hard bulge between his legs?” And to Kubel, she said, “Don’t let all the hardware adorning Julienne’s pussy turn you off. You can always fuck her in the ass.” She paused as she freed Oskar Dorn’s member from the confines of his trousers, before saying, “Or maybe you would prefer a blow job. Julienne gives adequate blow job. Not as good as me, though.” And she brought Dorn’s erect member to her mouth.
Perhaps surprisingly enough, several of the slaves at Roissy had cruel streaks. Foremost of all was probably Colette. The time at Anne Marie’s home at Samois, when she had whipped O between her wife spread thighs, she had enjoyed it so much that she nearly came from the experience. Therese was not nearly so cruel, but she did have a mean streak, especially when she had been drinking.
And Therese was – to be quite frank- drunk when she went up to the room with Dorn, Kubel and Julienne. So, after sucking on Dorn’s member for a bit, Therese looked over again at Kubel and Julienne and said, while gently stroking the penis of Oskar Dorn, “No matter how you use Julienne, be sure and flog her afterwards. She will expect it. The bitch isn’t happy unless she’s beaten. She’ll sulk all day tomorrow unless she has a few bruises on her ass.”
Julienne was silent. Fritz Kubel had an odd expression on his face. Therese moved her head towards Dorn’s straining member, still in her grasp. Then Therese flashed an evil smile and said, “Or bruises on her cunt.”
Once the two Mercedes Benz executives went up to the suite with Therese and Juliene, they ordered a magnum of champagne. Therese, who had not had an overly successful night so far, was thrilled by the prospect of spending the night with them. She thought to herself, “Finally, a guest who will most likely be a big tipper. The first man who had me this evening was some low-level bureaucrat who didn’t even tip me. The second was that Jewish fellow Monsieur Dryfus, the one who usually comes just to torment poor Anna. I guess it’s because she is halfway Palestinian and half German. Revenge, I suppose. But he’s a Master, so he didn’t pay anything, nor did he tip me even after I gave him a truly great blow job.” She paused as Oskar Dorn poured her another glass of champagne. Therese flashed another smile, said, “Thank you, kind Sir,” and crawled into his lap. As she did so, she let her free hand – the one without the glass of champagne, trail across his crotch. She giggled and said, “Ooh, I feel a bulge.”
Meanwhile, Juliene, who had had a ‘busier’ evening sat by Fritz Kubel. She barely sipped her champagne. Kubel broke the ice by saying, “It seems your friend is quite friendly,” nodding towards Therese.
“Yes. She can be very friendly,” said Juliene. But then fell silent. Kubel, who had been fascinated by Therese’s description of personal slaves, persisted. “Are you really branded? And is your cervix really pierced? I have seen women whose labia are pierced, but never that.”
Julienne, who was tired after four previous assignations, did not answer. Instead, she stood up, and turning around, lifted the rear of her royal blue dress so that her naked rear was exposed. There on the right cheek, near the cleft of her buttocks was the brand of her Master, Etienne, faded somewhat, but still visible. She said, “After I sunbathers naked for a while, it’s much more noticeable.” Then she turned to face Kubel and lifted the front of her dress, revealing her shaved sex. She reached down and pulled on the heavy ring piercing her left labia, saying, “Initially, my Master had only my labia pierced, but last fall he decided on something even more intimate.” Saying that, she reached a finger into her vagina and wiggled so that a tiny chain with a disc emerged. She said without emotion, “So now I have my cervix pierced with a small ring and this chain and disc hanging from it.”
Fritz Kubel looked stunned. “But why? If you were already pierced?”
Julienne continued, “My Master was in California on business. He returned me here to Roissy for keeping. And while he was in California, he saw a girl with this type of piercing. He decided me having the same type would mark me as truly unique.”
James and Michael marched Blaise from the room she shared with Julienne. One in the hallway, James locked the door to their room from the outside leaving Julienne all alone. As he did so, he said to Michael, “Did you notice how pale the other bitch was?”
Michael replied, “Yeah. And how skinny she has become. I remember when she was sort of round and curvy, but now just mostly skin and bones.”
James said, “Yeah. Skin and bones and tits and ass.”
Michael laughed and said, “You are a veritable joke machine this morning.” Then turning serious he said, “But Pierre did tell me Julienne almost died. First from the pain and shock of having her cervix pierced without anesthesia and then from the infection.”
James replied, “Yeah. I had forgotten it was done without any anesthesia. And that Arte Television bitch Verona and her crew filmed it and later showed it on T.V. Of course, the images were blurred and Roissy wasn’t mentioned, but I bet Anne Marie and the Masters made a fortune off of it.” Then he turned to Blaise, who was standing there, tears forming in her eyes. He said, “Don’t cry! At least, you’re only to be flogged. No permanent damage.” Then he added, “At least not today.”
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The courtyard was set between the left and right wings of the chateau. In the center was a tall post set in concrete with chins set about two meters high. It was visible from the windows of some of the rooms on each wing. As Michael set about attaching the chains to the bracelets that Blaise wore on her wrists, he looked up and saw several faces staring down at them from one of the windows on the right wing. He said to James, “Look up there. I bet that little bitch Yvette went to the refectory and told the girls there that some of them were to be whipped this morning.” Then to Blaise, “Looks like you’ll have an audience.”
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Blaise was young – in her early twenties. She had grown up in the suburbs of Paris and attended lycée there. After graduation, she had taken a job as shop girl in one of the trendier boutiques. Not having a steady beau, she played the field, going out and partying. Blaise met Rene in a night club in Paris. He had been there with another man, a German named Rolfe. They had bought her a drink. Rene had complimented her on her dress, saying “That dress is truly beautiful, but not nearly so beautiful as the girl who is wearing it.” Then he asked her name. When Blaise replied, Rene chuckled and said, “A beautiful girl with a man’s name.” Blaise told him that it was a family name, and her father was hoping for a boy. “Well, you are certainly no boy,” replied Rene.
Rene proceeded to court like a pirate in pursuit of treasure. He wined her and dined her. And soon bedded her. Blaise, having little experience in matters of the heart, soon decided she was in love with Rene. Deeply in love. Then one day while they were walking in Park Monceau, after making love on a blanket they had brought, Rene said to her, “Blaise, do you really love me?” She replied, “Of course. I would do anything for you. I would even die for you.”
Rene chuckled, “I don’t want you to die for me. I would miss you terribly.” Then turning serious, he said, “But would you suffer for me. Would you become my slave to prove your love for me?”
The next week Rene with Rolfe’s assistance brought Blaise to Roissy. That was two months ago. After her initial training, Blaise was placed in one of the cell-like rooms with Julienne. The two hit it off. Blaise looked to Julienne, who was nearly thirty, as an older sister. An older sister who, like Blaise, was so deeply in love that she would consent to anything – any humiliation, any pain – to prove their love.
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Once Michael had secured the bracelets on Blaise’s wrists to the chains hanging from the post – called the whipping post by the valets and slaves alike- he stepped back. Blaise pulled on the chains; they were relatively loose which allowed her some movement. She felt her nipples stiffen; it was a sunny morning, but cool as befitting this time of year. Michael noticed and grasping her nipples he turned Blaise so that she was facing the post, her rear towards James and Michael. He said, “Let’s see if they stay hard after we begin flogging her. Then we’ll know if she likes it.” Then Michael stepped back and removed the whip which was coiled and hanging from his belt. Blaise heard the whistle of the whip cutting through the air.
And from the window of the right wing of the chateau, four faces watched. Watched with dread, knowing it was a preview of their Fate.
As the sun began to get higher in the sky, chasing away the long shadows that were cast in the courtyard of Chateau Roissy, James and Michael began rounding up the slaves ho were to be whipped that morning. Anne Marie had told Pierre, the head valet, that it would be a good idea to have some of them properly ‘marked’ when the photographer got there to do their ‘portraits’ for the album given to guests so that they might know that anything goes with certain slaves. Pierre, in turn, had tasked the valets James and Michael with this duty and told them to make their own choices as to who should be flogged. They had selected the ‘personal’ slaves and one or two others.
Michael said to James, “I talked to Anne Marie’s pet Yvette about it. That girl is as dumb as a box of rocks, but you should have seen her face light up when I said we’d let her flog Colette.”
Michael chuckled and said, “Well, let’s get to rounding up the poor whores we’ve chosen. The other valets have already unchained them from their beds, but they should all be stirring about in their rooms by now as it was pretty slow last night.”
They first went to the left wing of the chateau where women were usually housed when they first came to Roissy. In that wing was the room that Julienne, Etienne’s lover and Blaise, the young girl that Rene and Rolfe had brought two months ago shared. Because Julienne was still recovering from an infection she had caught when Dr. Serrano had pierced her cervix and inserted a metal ring there, she was to be spared. Blaise and Julienne were sitting up talking to one another when they heard the key being turned in the locked door. (All slaves were kept in rooms that only locked from the outside). Both were naked as neither was on duty in the restaurant that day. They looked up to see James and Michael. Michael pointed to Blaise and said, “You, come with us.” Then to Julienne, “You may stay here. Your so-called infection has saved you.” Then he added, “Since no one can fuck you, if I was Anne Marie, I’d have you done away with. Your lucky your mouth is still of service.”
Blaise’s face became ashen. “Spared? What do you mean?” James replied, “It means only you are to be whipped this morning. Not the sick bitch.”
“Whipped? Why? What have I done to deserve being whipped? I have obeyed all the rules!”
“We don’t need a reason to whip any of you whores. But if you want a reason – let’s say it’s because you have a man’s name,” said James.
Michael laughed at his friend’s joke. Then he grabbed Blaise by the arm and said, “Come on! Let’s get it over with!”
Anne Marie spoke into the phone, “The first letter is from Etienne. You remember him, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course. He’s the owner of that girl Julienne. The one whose cervix you pierced several months ago,” replied Gaspar.
“Yes. Actually, it wasn’t I who did the piercing. Such an intimate piercing is beyond my capabilities, so we had a doctor do the procedure. Dr. Serrano. But yes, that’s Etienne you mentioned. He’s in California now. That’s actually where he got the idea to have Julienne’s cervix pierced. He saw a girl there who had the same thing done to her.”
“By the way,” said Gaspar. “Has she been put back into service yet? I remember you telling the council she had developed some sort of infection from the procedure.”
“Yes. It seems her body initially rejected the metal ring Dr. Serrano inserted after he pierced her. Then after that she developed an infection. Poor thing nearly died. But she has almost completely recovered now, but as a precaution she is currently available only for oral service. It’ll still be a couple of weeks before she’s fully available.”
Gaspar said, “Ah! The hard life of a Roissy slave. Anyway, please read me the letter.”
And Anne Marie read Etienne’s letter over the phone to Gaspar.
“Dearest Anne Marie,
“I trust you are well. I received your letter with the unfortunate news about Julienne. I mentioned it to Dani’s owner. He said it was not all that unusual for so intimate a piercing to be initially rejected by the slave’s body. The same thing happened to Dani, but she eventually recovered. Hopefully Julienne has also and will soon be able to earn a great many Euros to be split between the Chateau and me as was my plan when I returned her to Roissy.
“Speaking of which – this missive is truly a letter of recommendation. At a party here in California, I have been introduced to a fellow with a most interesting slave. His name is Bob and his slave goes by ‘abigail.’ She is quite devoted to him, even to the extent that she submitted to being branded by him. I witnessed it. Quite erotic. Anyway, he and abigail will be traveling to France next week. I told him about Roissy, and he said he would like to see it. I also suggested that he might wish to have abigail ‘work’ a bit there at the Chateau while he conducts his business. If this is suitable, I have enclosed his contact information.
“Sincerely, Etienne.”
Gaspar listened to Anne Marie’s reading of Etienne’s letter, then said, “An excellent idea. I trust you have contacted this ‘Bob’ fellow.”
Anne Marie laughed and said, “Gaspar, the time difference! It’s 1 am in California. I’ll contact him tonight.”
“Excellent. A new slave. And an American at that! Even if it’s only temporary. What about the other letters?”
O is, of course, the central character and heroine, if you will, of this blog. A red haired Parisian in her mid to late twenties with a successful career as a fashion photographer, O suffers for love. She is perhaps best described as a faithful girl of easy virtue. Anne Marie is an older woman who is basically the day to day manager at Roissy. Chateau Roissy is on the outskirts of Paris and is home to an order dedicated to the subjugation and enslavement of women for the pleasure of men. Many patrons of Roissy bring their lovers there for training. Other girls gravitate to Roissy for various reasons. There are two types of women at Roissy – “house” girls who are basically prostitutes. Free to come and go, they must abide by the rules of Roissy while they are there. The second group are considered property or personal slaves. Except in rare cases, they have been brought to Roissy by their lover/master. There are almost no limits on what may be done to a personal property slave. Accordingly, they are treated harshly. O is a personal slave, having been brought to Roissy originally by Rene’. O’s associates or fellow slaves at Roissy include: Uta, a young German girl whose lover, Rolfe, brought her to Roissy; Doutzen, a beautiful blonde former model. Doutzen has been brought to Rosiiy by her lover, Ari, whom she has displeased. Ari has had poor Doutzen mercilessly mistreated and abused. He has told her that he intends to have her crucified. Nena and Eurydice were not brought to Roissy by their lovers, but instead were bought from a brothel in Kiev by Anne Marie. Other personal slaves include Julianne, Yvonne and Corrine. Rene’ was O’s first real lover. He is the one who first brought O to Roissy. However, Rene’ soon became desirious of Jacqueline and gave O to Sir Stephen, his half brother. Sir Stephen was the love of O’s life. He truly brought out the inner slave in O. To mark O as his own, Sir Stephen has Anne Marie pierce O’s labia with his rings and insignia and brand his initials onto her buttocks. Unfortunately, Sir Stephen eventually tired of O and abandoned her by “setting her free.” O retuned to work as a photographer. Soon she met a new man, Paul. Paul seemingly did not know (or care) about O’s former life as a sex slave. They fell in love. O thought Paul would marry her. She was sure he would give her a ring on New Year’s Eve, but instead Paul was kidnapped. O later learned that Paul was actually a CIA operative working with the anti-Assad forces in Syria. O learned that Paul had escaped but Syrian spies had targeted O in an effort to get to Paul. O, fearing her life, returned to Roissy and begged Anne Marie to let her stay there. Anne Marie agreed provided O revert to her status as a Roissy slave. Anne Marie told O, “Face it O. You are a born slave.” Reluctantly, or perhaps not, O agreed. Last month O learned that another man, referred to only as the Colonel, would be taking O from Roissy. But before being sent to the Colonel, O was to have a visitor from her past.
The complete story of Etienne and his decision to have Julienne’s cervix pierced, and the filming of it by Arte Television (for a discrete audience) can be found in chapters from this blog in August – September 2019.
While Anne Marie was finishing up attaching Jeanne’s new medallion to her, James, one of the crueler valets was unlocking the door to the small cell-like room where two of the Roissy slaves – Julienne and Blaise Marie -were still chained, completely naked, to their beds. The girls looked up at James who said, “I have some good news for you two whores. Anne Marie and the Masters have decided to open Roissy back up for business in two days. You won’t have to just be content with blowing us valets and the occasional fuck from a Master. You two, as personal slaves, will likely be popular once we allow guests in.”
Then he went to the small bed where Julienne was lying. He sat down and ran his hand over her, tweaking her nipples to make them stand erect. He said, “You especially will be quite popular, I’m sure. When you are naked, or your dress is rolled up in back, a guest will see right off that your ass is branded with your Master’s initials and then…” James ran his hand down over Julienne’s belly to her sex. “And then he will notice that not only are your lower lips pierced, but upon closer inspection will notice that there is a small chain hanging from inside your vagina, attached to the ring that pierces you cervix.” Then he pushed two fingers into Julienne.
Julienne reacted, flinching. She remembered that morning the previous fall when Dr Serrano, under Anne Marie’s direction and at the request of her lover and Master Etienne had performed the procedure. Julienne remembered vividly Anne Marie calling her to her office where Anne Marie had told her that Etienne, who had gone to California on business and had left Julienne at Roissy, had met a woman there. She was evidently the slave of a man who had decided to pierce her cervix and affix a ring there. Etienne had written Anne Marie that it was perhaps the most erotic thing he had ever seen and wanted the same for Julienne. Julienne had blanched at the idea, but had, out of love and devotion to Etienne, agreed.
Julienne also recalled hearing Anne Marie say that although she had pierced many girl’s labia or clitoral hoods, piercing a cervix was something she was not sure about. Accordingly, she had contacted Dr Serrano, who occasionally performed other medical procedures for Roissy slaves. Serrano had agreed and with a crew from Arte Television filming the procedure, he performed the piercing. Unfortunately, Julienne had contracted an infection as a result and nearly died. It had been a long, painful recovery period for her, but now she was healed.
As these thoughts swirled in her head, James continued to probe her sex. He said, “Good. You’re getting wet now,” and continued to probe, alternating with running a finger over her clitoris, just now emerging from its protective sheath.
From across the room, Blaise Marie watched from her bed, her hands, like Julienne’s, chained to the collar around her neck which was in turn secured to the head of the bed. She heard a slight moan escape from Julienne’s lips and thought to herself, “This is why they chain us the way they do. So we cannot touch ourselves. They do not want us to be able to masturbate at night after the valets send us to our rooms. Would we? I know I probably would, especially after a Master took me, but did not bring me to pleasure. I guess they want to have control over every aspect of our body.”
And across the room, Julienne knew that she was succumbing to James’ probing fingers. She moaned again, louder this time. She knew she was close…
But then James stopped. He said, “No coming yet for you, bitch. Instead it’s time for your morning whipping.”
Julienne sat on the bed in the small room she shared with Blaise at Roissy. She was alone as Blaise was on duty in the library. Both Blaise and Julienne were considered ‘personal slaves’ since they had been brought to Roissy by their lovers as opposed to the women who came voluntarily. And as personal slaves, they had no right to refuse anything a Master or customer might want from them. But they were, after all, paid at twice the rate of the girls who were at Roissy voluntarily. Or as Anne Marie put it, “Sex is sex. Some do it for money; others for love, but at the end of the day all of the women here at Roissy are whores.”
Blaise had been brought by O’s former lover, Rene, who after taking O to Roissy and later giving her to his older half-brother, Sir Stephen, had found what he thought was his true calling – he would find beautiful women, seduce them and eventually talk them into going to Roissy. Blaise was the third girl to fall to Rene’s charm and end up at Roissy. She had been there less than three weeks. Julienne, on the other hand, was on her second ‘tour’ at Roissy. She was the property of Etienne who had previously had her at Roissy during O’s second stay there. Then he kept her at their chalet for over two years. But Etienne had to go to the United States on business and had returned Julienne to Roissy while he was gone.
Julienne was completely nude. A man had picked her up in the drawing room and taken her upstairs. There he had her strip naked before she caressed him with her mouth before taking her. Now, back in her room, she lit a cigarette and considered her life. When he first took her to Roissy, Julienne considered it a bit of an adventure. He convinced her that the beatings and rapes she endured from other men only served as proof of her devotion to him. And she did truly loved Etienne. She had not protested when he said he wanted her to wear a disc with his initials hanging from a ring that pierced her labia. And she had even agreed later to being branded with his mark. She remembered that at that time she, O and another girl named Yvonne were the only girls at Roissy who bore irons and were branded. When Etienne took her away after that, she thought she would never see Roissy again. And yet, here she was – back at Roissy.
Julienne lit a cigarette and recalled the final words Etienne had said to Anne Marie when he returned her to Roissy: “I expect I will be gone for a month or two. I trust Julienne will make some money for the Society. And I trust you will treat her harshly when she needs it.” And Julienne recalled how Anne Marie had answered, “Of course. You can count on it.”
Julienne’s reverie was broken by the opening of the door to her room. It was Pierre, the valet. He said, “Anne Marie wants to see you. I will escort you to her office.”
Sir Donald said, “Rene, we will take your request to be considered an “Ace” under consideration. Of course, you could seduce another woman to come to Roissy. That would eliminate any doubt about your prowess with the opposite sex. But now, we have asked Anne Marie to give us a brief report on the status of things at Roissy.”
With that Anne Marie got up from her seat at the desk in the corner and addressed the group. “Gentlemen, things are going well. I have prepared the quarterly financials and they are available for review if any of you wish to see them. The money we received from Arte Television for the filming of Julienne’s cervix being pierced and interviews with her was quite substantial. It certainly helped our bottom line. Plus, we have the potential income from private sales of the procedure’s filming.”
Old Cyril interrupted, “Will they actually show it on television?”
Anne Marie answered, “My understanding from Verona and her producer is that the graphic images will be blurred, but the screams will be quite audible. She thinks it will be quite popular with a certain part of her audience. If you like, I can arrange for a private viewing for you.”
“Yes, that might be nice.”
Anne Marie continued, “The girl Rene and Sutton brought – she is called Marloes - is being prepared as we speak. She will be presented for your use and amusement later tonight.”
“Who are the girls that are preparing her?” asked Gaspard.
“Why, Nena and Eurydice are doing it. It will be one of their last acts here at Roissy. As you recall, we decided to ‘retire’ them from service here. This weekend I will be sending them to Haus der Sklavin. There they will serve as ‘entertainment’ for some type of company party. My younger cousin Zuri and I have arranged for a trade. After the big party, they will be sending some of their talent here. Nena and Eurydice have served the Society well, but they are getting a little, how shall I say it? A little worn looking perhaps.”
Ralph interjected, “Yes. As I recall you bought them both from a brothel in Kiev. Correct? I presume they had some hard use there.”
While Alessa was sitting at the table with Sutton, Rene, Miles and old fat Cyril in the restaurant area of Roissy, a different scene was playing out in the dungeon below. Axel and Etienne were sitting in the easy chairs in the open vestibule, sipping brandy. Axel said to Etienne, “I must say your slave Dani is quite extraordinary. It seemed like she got off when James flogged her. What is her story?”
Etienne answered, “Actually, she probably did. The man who gave her to me, a movie producer called Todd said that she gets off on being flogged or beaten. What the Americans call a pain slut.”
“And how did you come across her?” asked Axel.
“I was in California on business and at a party in Malibu. There I noticed a lovely young woman in a half-unbuttoned dress. She had hair the color of dirty snow and was wearing dark glasses. She had a cigarette in her hand and asked me for a light. I gave her oner and jokingly said those things are bad for you. She said, ‘Probably so, but other things are worse.’ Then an older man, who I later found out was Todd, came over and told her that she wasn’t to speak without permission. He told me that her name was Dani and she was his slave. He then had her lift her dress. She had on nothing underneath and I saw a small chain hanging from her vagina. This intrigued me. It wasn’t a piercing of the labia or even the clitoris, but rather was attached somehow inside her vagina. Todd invited me to his home, and, of course, I went. There I found out that the chain was attached to a piercing of her cervix. Quite unusual. That is where I got the idea to ask Anne Marie to do the same to Julienne, whom I had left here at Roissy.”
“Ah, yes. I had forgotten about Julienne. She has been to Roissy several times, hasn’t she?”
“Yes, several times.”
“So now you are the owner of the only two slaves with pierced cervixes?”
“So, it would seem.”
“I am impressed,” said Axel. “But how did you come to acquire Dani?”
Etienne answered, “She had come to Hollywood to be a movie star. The dream of many pretty young American girls. But like most, it did not pan out. Dani went into the pornographic movie business. Todd, of course, was her producer. For a bit, Dani was the ‘it’ girl in that type of movie, but after a while, she became less popular. Then Todd had an idea to make her unique. That’s when he contacted a doctor who agreed to pierce Dani’s cervix. She became hooked on the pain meds afterwards, but - Viola! She was a ‘star’ again. Especially so in lesbian BDSM movies, a very popular sub-genre. Taking the pain meds allowed her to absorb ridiculous amounts of punishment. Eventually, she began to like the punishment, the rush it gave her.”
“I think I see,” said Axel.
“She moved in with Todd and he basically enslaved her. Savagely abused and mistreated her. But she came to love it. Came to love the pain and humiliation. Then as I was preparing to return to France, I told Todd about Roissy. He was tiring of Dani -masochists are such a needly lot – so he suggested I take Dani and bring her here. I am going to split whatever money she makes with him.
“And I suspect she will make a lot,” said Axel. Then he continued, “I am going up to the library and see what is transpiring. I may mention to some of the other Masters that Zoe is here in the dungeon. Care to come along?”
“Thanks, but no. I think after a bit of rest, I may have another go with Dani.”
Gaspar spoke up when Anne Marie mentioned Verona F. “Yes, I recall that young woman. A couple of years ago, we allowed her to come here to Roissy to film a story on the Chateau for her program on Arte Television. I am a friend of the Arte owner.”
Anne Marie responded, “And, don’t forget, she also did a segment on Julienne having her cervix pierced. Remember that type of piercing was request from her owner, Etienne.”
“True. And showing both those segments on Arte, albeit with images blurred, netted the Society over 1.75 million Euros, enough to pull us almost completely out of debt,” said Gaspar.
Cyril spoke up, “I remember her. A comely wench. By the way, is Etienne ever coming back from America? I rather like him, and is his slave back in service yet? I haven’t seen her around lately.”
Anne Marie answered, “Unfortunately there was an infection from the internal piercing. She almost died. But finally, she has recovered and will be back in service quite soon. Perhaps this week.”
“That’s good,” said Gaspar. “But what did Verona want? To do another expose type program about us?”
“Not quite,” answered Anne Marie. “When she was here earlier, she indicated an interest as to what it would really be like to be a slave of Roissy. I told her the only real way to know would for her to come here herself and experience it firsthand. She called to ask about doing just that – becoming a slave – so she could later do a segment on sex slavery. She called it an autobiographical documentary. Her camera man and producer would accompany her, but only observe and film her. It would be shown on her program on Arte. Of course, as in her other programs, Roissy would not be specifically identified.” Anne Marie paused for effect, then added, “And Arte would pay a hefty fee to the Society for allowing it. What do you gentlemen think?”
Ralph spoke up. “I assume she would be treated like any other slave. Other than filming, of course. No special treatment or holding back on our demands?”
Anne Marie answered, “That would be a stipulation. Complete sexual slavery here at Roissy for nine and a half weeks.”
“Then I vote yes,” said Ralph. Sir Donald and Raymond concurred. Cyril said, “A jolly good idea. Here’s to it!” And he threw down a goblet of wine.
Gaspar said, “Sounds good. After our meeting, I’ll contact James F., the owner of Arte and work out details and dates. And once Anne Marie completes her report, I have another suggestion to make. One related to marketing.”
“Advertising!” said Claudia. “What are you? Crazy?”
“No. Not at all. And keep a civil tongue n your mouth unless you too want to be beaten,” responded Pierre.
Claudia looked down and demurely said, “I’m sorry. Forgive me.”
Pierre continued, “Even you recognize the need that a man has to mark his property as his own. It’s been that way since time began. In the American West, the cowboys used to put brands on their cattle to mark ownership. And today in France, a young man might change out the wheels on his BMW to customize or mark it as his own. Don’t you understand that?”
“I guess so. But how is that advertising Roissy?”
Pierre sighed as if he were explaining something to a child. Then, “Advertising is almost the same as marking, isn’t it? Take Therese here. She has a pretty face, but she’s not all marked up. A guest or customer, as you might say – say someone unfamiliar with Roissy – might want to whipt her, but he isn’t sure about it. There are no clues- no welts or bruises on her ass or thighs, no piercings or brands. In fact, when she is naked, she looks no different than some whore near Mont St Martre…”
Therese interrupted, “What?”
“Except for the pretty face and dress,” Pierre quickly said, before continuing, “But Julienne who just went by. Why, that same customer would look at her when she was naked would see the bruises where James beat her, see the ring in her sex and the brand on her ass and know right away that he could do anything with her. Now don’t you understand?”
“I guess so,” said Claudia.
Then Marloes spoke up. “I guess I can rationalize the whippings. After all, that results in more money. But what I do not understand is why on earth a girl would consent to the permanent markings – showing ownership the piercings, the brands, or even the tattoos.”
Now Colette spoke up. “I guess I understand that. Some girls are so in love they will do almost anything to show their devotion to their lover. I remember when O was branded, Anne Marie asked her if she would state her desire to be marked permanently. She agreed without hesitation. And afterwards, she seemed proud to bear the brand of her Master. I think it was the same with Julienne. Why she even consented to having her cervix pierced for her lover Etienne.”
“That’s just crazy!” said Marloes. “I remember once I accidently sat on the hot eye of an electric stove. It burned like hell. I’d never consent to something like that willingly.”
Colette replied, “Perhaps you’ve never been in love.”
