Making profiles for all my DA OCs and I decided these 3 should be together

Yvette is an Orlesian noble who ran away from home because she didn’t want to marry the man her father had picked for her. Her brother is a Chevalier and the two were very close. He helped her escape, and is also the one she misses the most. She went to Kirkwall, got hit very hard by the reality of not having money or any skills that can earn a living and ended up working at the Blooming Rose out of desperation. She excelled at the job and became one of the most well known and desired workers.

Yvette is very convinced she’s hetero and, while she doesn’t mind sleeping with women, she says she’d never be in a relationship with one.

Jane is a girl from a very broken family from Kirkwall. She ran away from her abusive mother and spent some years living on the streets of Darktown, before Yvette met her and offered her a job at the Blooming Rose. After an incident with a male client she started working exclusively with women and Yvette made sure she’s not harassed by anyone about it. Jane is very deeply in love with Yvette but hides it, thinking she isn’t romantically attracted to women. The two live together in Lowtown and are extremely close but not ‘together’.

At some point Yvette pity-fucks Samson  and consequently gets pregnant. She doesn’t tell anyone besides Jane it’s Samson’s because ‘who’d want him as a father’ and the two raise her daughter together.

Samantha (Sam) is Yvette’s daughter. She was born and raised in Kirkwall, mostly spending her time in the Rose, sometimes helps as a server or whatever job they can find for a kid. She’s her mother’s exact opposite and is much more interested in being a warrior than a lady and looks up to the templars. She’s also a big headache for her mother, constantly running off and getting into trouble, so their relationship is rather strained.

After the Chantry explosion life becomes much more difficult. The trio lose their home and can barely make ends meet for a while. When the Inquisition forms, Jane manages to, with a lot of effort, convince Yvette that they should leave Kirkwall and join as seamstresses or kitchen workers. Yvette is again taken from a place she mattered and thrown into unfamiliar poverty, but as the Inquisition grows they all end up finding their place

defnip:

Challenge from ig!

As Verona was being prepared a conversation was taking place in Anne Marie’s office. Anne Marie was seated at her desk with little Yvette, her current ‘girl’ sitting on the floor near her. Frida, the platinum haired Norwegian production assistant that James F. head of Arte Television had sent with Verona and Jacques, her long-time cameraman, to Roissy, was pleading with Anne Marie. “How can I possibly produce this series if I cannot accompany Verona to everywhere she is taken in this place? I need to be with Jacques when he is filming Verona being presented tonight!”

Anne Marie answered politely but firmly, “Young lady, I cannot permit it. The Masters would not permit it. Besides, Roissy has literally centuries of protocols and practices. Other than Masters and slaves, no one is permitted in the library when a new girl is presented. You and your people are quite fortunate that a man is being allowed to film it. That in itself is very rare!” Then Anne Marie’s voice softened a bit, “You may be able to talk with Verona later after she is taken to her cell. Perhaps she can relay her experiences to you at that time. I would think that then you might begin putting together how you will produce this segment.” Then, smiling, she continued, “Besides, having a young woman as beautiful as you are present during Verona’s ‘initiation’ might prove to be a distraction to the Masters. I’m sure both you and Verona want their full attention on her tonight. You know, for your program’s authenticity.”

This seemed to mollify Frida. “Well, I guess so. So long as Jacques can film whatever is happening to Verona tonight.”

“Oh yes. Gaspar has approved it.” Anne Marie paused, then, “And while all that is happening, why don’t you have supper with me and Yvette here. We can chat and get to know each other a little better.”

“Well, okay, I guess,” replied Frida.

A short time later little Yvette, Anne Marie’s current ‘favourite,’ appeared. In her hand she held two items: one that looked like an oversize knitting needle and a hole punch – the kind a shoemaker might use on leather. She said, “Mistress, I was afraid the big needle might not work, so I also brought the hole punch just in case. Is that okay?”

Anne Marie smiled and said, “You did good, little one.” Then taking the needle which was about 20 centimetres in length and with a diameter as large as the lead in one of those oversize pencils like children use, she sat on the bed near where Jeanne’s feet were. Then Anne Marie grasped the inner labia that had earlier been pierced so that Jeanne could wear a small decorative piercing. She looked at Jeanne face which showed a combination of fear and apprehension and said, “I have to enlarge the earlier hole that the small piercing made. I am afraid this will hurt. Much more so than it did when you were originally pierced. She then looked Louis and said, “You should hold Jeanne’s shoulders.” Then looking over her own shoulder, she said to Gaspar and little Yvette, “You two each grab and ankle and make sure she doesn’t struggle too much.”

Anne Marie then placed the needle at the earlier, smaller hole and pressed. As she did so, she said, “Just as I feared. There is some scar tissue around the earlier hole. I’ll have to push the needle so as to tear it and enlarge the hole.” Then she pushed harder.

Jeanne said, “Oh this is dreadful. It’s really hurting.” Involuntarily, she tried to close her legs to escape the pain, but Yvette and Gaspar held her tight. Louis pushed down on her shoulders and said, “Be brave, my darling. It’ll all be over soon.”

Anne Marie was able to get the tip of the needle through, but the scar tissue seemed to prevent the hole from opening further. Yvette looked at her Mistress and said, “That’s why I brought the hole punch. Shall I get it?” Tears were streaming down Jeanne’s cheeks and she was sobbing, “Please stop! It hurts so bad! It really hurts!”

Anne Marie gave the needle one more push and it broke through the scar tissue, enlarging the hole. “There!” she said. “That did it.” Then turning to Yvette, “No need for the hole punch. I was able to push the big needle through. Now go get the box with the ring and medallion.”

One the hole in Jeanne’s labia was enlarged, the rest of the procedure went quickly. Anne Marie inserted the ring with the screw end through the hole in Jeanne’s inner lip, then wound the threaded barrel until it was tight. Gaspar watched and said, “But couldn’t she unscrew it if she were to desire?”

Hearing that, Anne Marie held up a small tube. “Liquid solder.” And she proceeded to squirt some around the base of the threaded barrel. “Once it dries, it is as strong as the metal itself.” Then to Jeanne, “Stand up now. See how it feels to bear the medallion with the Valmount-Waingro crest.”

Louis helped Jeanne stand. Attached to the ring was a small, three-link chain and at its end was the actual medallion - about as large and heavy as a South African Krugerand. On one side was a triskelion with a crossed whip and crop over it. The obverse showed Jeanne’s name in script and below it ‘slave to Valmont-Waingro.’ It hung down almost a third of the way down Jeanne’s thigh. She said, “Oh, it’s heavy. I can feel its weight, especially when I walk. And everyone who sees me naked will notice it. It’s so obvious.”

“As it should be,” said Gaspar. Now anyone – other Masters, valets, and most especially guests of Roissy will see it and know that you are our property.”

And Anne Marie thought to herself, “And I will make sure that a photo of you wearing it is in our guest album along with the notation that, with you, anything goes.”

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.”

Anne Marie answered, “Hopefully.”

“And more customers would come? And the valets and others that have been furloughed would be back? And there would be more than ten girls here?”

“Hopefully, pet,” answered Anne Marie.

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And what of those girls who were still at Roissy?

The personal slaves Julienne and Blaise Marie were confined to their room. Anna was away on a modeling assignment. Marloes was on duty in the library at Roissy along with Niobe and the Vietnamese girls Quy and Bihn. Marloes’ friends, Jeanne, Claudia, Colette and Theresa were working at the bar and restaurant respectively.

Marloes was tending the fire while two Masters – old fat Cyril and Maynard- sat in armchairs and read the newspapers. She had reminisced about her time at Gaspar’s estate over the holidays. After the New Years Eve party rest of her time at Gaspar’s estate passed without incident. Indeed, Gaspar was gone a good deal of the time, leaving Marloes alone with Cuc, his Vietnamese servant. And then On Kings Day, Marloes was sent naked across the old stone bridge and was back at Roissy.

Marloes’ reminiscence was interrupted by the entrance two men coming into the library.Marloes looked furtively at the men. She recognized Gaspar’s nephew, Louis; the other man she had not seen previously. Louis had a mop of curly black hair over a cruel looking face and piercing blue eyes. The other man had close cut dark brown hair and brown eyes set over a sensual mouth. He looked vaguely Spanish. Louis. Both men were slender and fairly tall. Marloes glanced at Louis and thought, “I cannot believe that this was the man who in Gaspar’s basement had slapped me and said, ‘Take it in your mouth.’ Why, he looks like a teenager! And to think that this little twerp is Jeanne’s lover! She agreed to come to Roissy for him! Incredible!” Then she noticed the two looking around the room, so Marloes cast her eyes down and placed a new log on the fire.

She heard Louis say to Cyril and Maynard, “Gentlemen, this is my friend Inigo M. We were students together at University. I wanted to show him Roissy.” From the corner of her eye, Marloes saw the man bow and say, “At your service.” Maynard spoke briefly, but Cyril only grunted and went back to his paper.

Then a moment later, Cyril said to no one in particular, “I thought we were limiting guests until the plague is under control.”

Louis replied, “My uncle Gaspar has cleared it with Anne Marie.” Then he added, “Perhaps Inigo will become a member of the Society.” Cyril said nothing but stuck his head back inside the paper he was reading. Then turning to Inigo, Louis said, “Come on. Next I’ll show you the bar and restaurant area.”

After Louis and Inigo left, Maynard turned to Cyril and said, “That young man is the son of the Spanish ambassador. I suspect old Gaspar has some sort of deal that he wants to do in Spain and is letting the young man come to Roissy as a bargaining chip.”

Cyril said, “I still don’t like it. No telling what that young man has been exposed to.” Then he looked over at Marloes who was standing demurely by the fireplace. He said, “You there, wench. Come sit in my lap so that I may fondle you a bit.”

But this morning was different. Anne Marie had decreed that the valets would march the women through the small courtyard to the dining area rather than the more direct route usually taken. She stood near the window in her office that overlooked the courtyard and sipped the coffee that Yvette, her current ’girl’ had brought her. As she took a sip, she remarked to little Yvette, “Come here and stand by me. I want you to see the looks on the faces of the other slaves when they see Nena and Eurydice. They look a mess.”

And a mess they were. The cold rain had awakened Nena, but she was so exhausted from the previous night that she remained slumped over, supported only by the chains that bound her hands to the upright whipping post. Eurydice looked even worse. Several hours of alternating between pulling herself up from the rough post between her legs only to have her arms tire of supporting her and slumping down to begin the dance again had completely exhausted her also. The rain combined with tears had washed away any make-up either woman had worn as well as matting their hair. Goose bumps from the cold mingled with welts and marks from the floggings covered their bodies. In short, they looked like they had suffered the punishments of the damned and were barely alive.

As the other slaves filed by, the valets made sure they looked at their recent companions. Anne Marie looked at little Yvette and said, “What do you see on the faces of the other slaves when they look at Nena and Eurydice?”

Yvette answered, “Horror. Horror and fear. Horror and gratitude that it’s not them.”

Anne Marie answered, “A splendid analysis. They will be there for another hour. Then Pierre and Charles will cut them down and take them to Haus der Sklavin.”

Yvette shuddered and asked her Mistress, “What will happen to them there?”

Anne Marie answered, “I do not know. Nor do I really care.” Then she took another sip of her coffee.

Anne Marie was sitting at her desk in her office which was adjacent to her quarters at Chateau Roissy. As the day to day manager of the Chateau, she usually spent to morning reviewing invoices and ordering supplies for the restaurant while she enjoyed a second cup of coffee before ensuring the ‘girls’ were ready for the day’s happenings. When she heard a knock on the door, Anne Marie looked up and said, “Enter, please.” It was little Yvette, the petite, round and curvy submissive who was currently Anne Marie’s girl, having supplanted Collette in that role a couple of year’s previously. Yvette said, “I picked up the mail as you said, Mistress.”

“Ah, good. Anything of interest?”

Yvette responded, “The invoice from the roofers who fixed that area on the far tower where the leak was.” Then after a brief pause, “And four letters.”

“Letters? Really? Who might be writing?”

“One is postmarked California, USA; one posted from Indonesia; one has Arte Television as a return address; and one is unmarked. Perhaps an invoice?”

Anne Marie said, “Interesting. Please give them to me.” Then smiling rather sweetly she continued, “You may sit at the foot of my desk while I read them.”

Yvette’s face brightened. “And may I play with myself a bit, while I sit at your feet?”

Anne Marie sighed, “You really are impossible at times.”

Yvette made a pouty face and said, “Okay. I’ll just sit here.” Then she added, “And sulk.”

Anne Marie laughed and said, “You win. Play with yourself, but not to the point of orgasm. Understand?”

Yvette beamed and said, “Yes Mistress. I’ll just edge.” Then Anne Marie opened the first letter from California. . “How interesting,” said Anne Marie. Then she read the one from Indonesia. She nudged Yvette with her foot and said, “More good news.” Then after opening and reading the one with the Arte Television return address, she said, “I suspected as much. And good timing to boot.” As she was about to open the last one – a brown paper envelope with no return address, she heard a low moan coming from Yvette. She kicked Yvette with her boot clad foot and said, “I said no coming. Just edge. Now back off!”

Yvette responded by bringing her hand to her mouth and biting it. Hard. Hard enough to leave teeth marks. Then catching her breath, she said, “Yes, Mistress. But maybe you can punish me later, then make me come.”

Anne Marie smiled and said, “Perhaps.” Then added, “You are such a little slut.”

Anne Marie went back to the brown envelope. Upon reading it, she exclaimed, “Why this has truly been a morning filled with good news.”

Then the phone rang.

Anne Marie took a long drag on her cigarette, staring at Noelle who was sobbing. Finally, she spoke. “That is truly a sad story. I always feared that Julianne would come to a bad end. She had many self-destructive traits and a depressive personality. Yet, I did love her. At least for a while. When she came here, there was something about her that instantly attracted me. I dropped Collette for her. and she shared my bed. She was my favorite…”

From the foot of Anne Marie’s desk came an interrupting voice. It was Yvette. “But Mistress…”

Anne Marie said, “Hush, pet. That was then, not now.” Then she continued, “I am both saddened and angry about her. I hated her – and you – for leaving in the manner you did. And for saying that Julianne loved Gonzalo more than me. But eventually, I got over it. I took Collette back – at least until I found Yvette. Still, I am saddened by her death. And angry that she would do something so foolish.” Anne Marie paused, took another drag from the cigarette and said, “Hopefully, she is at peace now.”

She was silent for a moment. Then she stubbed out the cigarette and said to Noelle, “As for you, do you wish to return to Roissy?”

“Yes. More than anything. I have nowhere else to go.”

Anne Marie eyed her coldly and said, “Strip. Completely naked. And then ask again. Beg to come back.”

Noelle began to undress – first unzipping the faded black dress and letting it fall in a puddle around the worn boots she was wearing, leaving her in only a bra and panties. “All the way!” said Anne Marie. Then Noelle pulled off her boots, unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties, leaving her as naked as the day she was born. Anne Marie stared at the naked young woman, saying, “You’ve aged. You no longer look like a sixteen-year-old. But at least you haven’t gotten fat.” Then turning to little Yvette, “Take this wretched whore’s clothing and have it burned.” Little Yvette scurried over, picked up Noelle’s belongings and left the room. Now Anne Marie asked Noelle, “Now, what is it that you want?”

Noelle raised her tear-streaked face to Anne Marie and said, “I want to come back. Please! I beg of you. Let me come back. I’ll do whatever you say. Just let me come back.”

Anne Marie lit another cigarette and said, “You can come back. You can be a regular whore like the other slaves. But first you must be punished for what you did.” She paused, then, “Punished severely. Do you understand?”

And Noelle simply said, “Yes.”

The Morning After: Part Four

Sir Stephen’s chauffer had brought both O and Norah, Sir Stephen’s Haitian maid, back to the villa where Sir Stephen had been staying. Both had left before the attack started and were completely unaware of the events that had transpired at the coliseum. Once back at the villa Norah took O into the bedroom of suite Sir Stephen had been occupying. She told O to undress. Once O was completely nude, Norah gathered up her clothes. Then she said, “I think Master would like for you to be naked when he comes back.” Then Norah, with O’s dress in her hands, left, being careful to lock the door behind her. O tried the door. It didn’t budge. She thought to herself, “Here I am. Naked and locked in a room. I might as well be in a dungeon cell at Roissy.”

Meanwhile Klaus and another valet were driving a van back to Roissy from Spain. One of them said, “I am so glad we were able to get away when the shooting started. And it’s good that we were able to round up the women.” “Yes,” said Klaus as he looked over his shoulder. “I see Nena, Corrine, Jeanne, Binh and Eurydice in the back of the van. We didn’t have time to chain up the bitches though. Should we stop and secure them?” “No said the valet driving. Give them a little freedom. They will have precious little when we get back to Roissy.”

In the hospital at Malaga, Zuri sat in the emergency room waiting area with Heinz, Yvette and Anna. Anna and Yvette were softly crying. “I cannot believe my Mistress was shot,” sobbed Yvette. Anna did not speak but was clearly still in shock from seeing her lover, Tristan, shot and killed in front of her eyes. As tears ran down her face she thought to herself, “I saw his head explode. My love is gone. What will become of me?” Zuri scowled at the two young women. And then a doctor emerged from the ER and said, “Are you with the two people who were shot?”

And on a beach south of the old Roman coliseum Arab looking men with AK47’s were leading a small group. There were two men and two women dressed in evening attire. And there was one young woman who was completely naked and struggling to keep up. She fell on the sand. One of the men with a rifle kicked her and said, “Get up, Christian whore.” His companion said, “Abdul, you should have left her on the cross.”

Most followers of this blog recall the story of Uta in Malaga and how she was cut down from the cross before she expired by one of the terrorists, but Doutzen’s occurred a while ago, so an excerpt from a post where Anne Marie tells her younger cousin, Zuri, about Doutzen’s true Fate is probably in order:

Anne Marie was describing Doutzen’s crucifixion when Zuri, asked her, “So, Doutzen died there on the cross?”

Anne Marie answered, “Well, not actually.”

Zuri looked stunned and said, “Please go on. Tell me. I must know.” Anne Marie took another drink of the brandy that Yvette, Anne Marie’s current ‘girl’ had served and continued, “You see, it was approaching midnight and poor Doutzen had been hanging on that cross all day, impaled by the cornu in her rear. She had been struggling to breathe for several hours. I even went over to her and told her to please have the courtesy to go ahead and die so that we could leave. Finally, the pace of her movement slackened as Doutzen spent more and more time hanging there. A shudder ran through her body, her head slumped forward, lolling on her chest. Ari was sure she had finally expired. As Ari helped Margareta, his current lover, to her feet Doutzen suddenly rose up one final time. Her eyes opened, and she spoke, “I love you.” These were Doutzen’s final words. The spectacle was beautifully erotic. Beautiful and horrifying.

“Ari turned to me. I swear he almost had a tear in his eye. Margareta clung to him in stunned silence. Ari said, ‘You will dispose of her body, won’t you?’ then he and Margareta left; only Yvette and I remained. I called for two valets to come and take Doutzen from the cross. They took a short ladder and lifted her off the cornu that impaled her rectum, leaving her hanging only by her wrists. When the valet cut the leather straps binding her to the cross, Doutzen dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She lay there motionless. I was sure Doutzen had expired, but I wanted to make sure. I had Yvette hand me an iron that had been in one of the charcoal braziers we had used for warmth on that chilly night. I touched the almost red-hot iron against Doutzen’s thigh. Much to my surprise she uttered a low moan.”

“My goodness,” said Zuri clearly surprised. “After all that she wasn’t dead?”

“Doutzen was a very tough girl. Dutch girls seem to be; probably that Protest ethic they seem to have. But she was clearly broken and near death. I faced a quandary. Calling a doctor was out of the question. Perhaps I could take her back to Roissy and nurse her back to health, but what would I tell Ari? Of course, I could have done the humane thing and killed her myself, but I did not want that on my conscience. One of the valets must have seen the puzzled look on my face. He was Catholic and said that his sister had become a nun. Then she entered a nearby convent that specialized in the reformation of prostitutes. The convent was quite cloistered and there was a strict rule of silence. No one ever knew the stories behind the women who were there. He volunteered to take Doutzen there; perhaps they might nurse her back to health, or if she died there would be no connection to Roissy. I agreed. He lifted up the girl’s broken body and took her to a car, then drove off. That was the last time I ever saw Doutzen.”

“Surely you went to the convent to learn whether she lived or died?”

“He had not told me where the convent was. I’m sure he would have once he got back to Roissy, but unfortunately, there was a car accident later that morning. The valet was killed. His was the only body in the car. I can only assume he had gone to the convent and left Doutzen there and was on his way back to Roissy when the accident occurred. He had no next of kin listed, so the true knowledge of Doutzen’s fate died with him.”

“What an interesting story, “said Zuri.

“Yes. I’m sure it would be of no comfort to her, though. And I must admit that an image of Doutzen in nun’s habit kneeling before a crucifix is strange indeed.”

Noelle felt a cold wave of fear come over her, once Anne Marie said she could return to Roissy under the condition that she accept punishment for what she had done. “Severe punishment,” Anne Marie had said. But as she stood there naked in front of the day-to-day manager of Roissy, Noelle thought to herself, “I’m sure she will have me flogged nearly half to death, but what other option do I have? When I found Julianne lying there dead, I was so angry. I knew there was a man living down the hall in that long term motel we stayed in that she partied with sometimes. I thought he might have been the one who gave her the drug that killed her – probably heroin, laced with fentanyl. I angrily confronted him. Of course, he denied it, but I saw drug paraphernalia in his room. When the cops arrived to investigate Julianne’s death, I told them that he was probably the one who sold the drugs to her. Probably knew it would kill her. They arrested him and while he was in lock up awaiting trial, he was killed. Then I learned who he was - the son of one of the Miami drug cartel bosses. He had been killed by members of another gang who were in lock up with him. And his father blamed me because I was the one who ratted him out to the police. He put he word out that I was to be killed for betraying his son. I figure here at Roissy I will be safe from his minions.”

Noelle’s thoughts were interrupted by Anne Marie’s voice. “You will suffer unimaginably tomorrow, but tonight I want you to please me. I remember watching you and Julianne. For someone so young then, you were quite talented, especially with your mouth and tongue.” Then she turned to little Yvette, who was still kneeling by her Mistress and said, “Little one, fetch the handcuffs that you and I use sometimes when we play. Then handcuff this bitch’s hands behind her back. Then I’ll take her to bed.” Little Yvette did as her Mistress said, all the while glaring at Noelle with the green eyes of jealousy. She asked Anne Marie, “Will I come back to bed with you two?”

Anne Marie answered, “No. But you can stay in the corner and watch. I want you to be jealous and develop a healthy hatred for this wretch.”

For the rest of the day and that night, Anne Marie had Noelle pleasure her. She would reach orgasm and push Noelle away, only to later pull her close and say, “Again. Do it again.” Noelle was quite ardent with her mouth and tongue, knowing that pleasing Anne Marie postponed her fate. And little Yvette watched, playing Drinazade to Noelle’s Scheherazade, her eyes glowing with jealousy and hatred.

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By mid-morning of the next day, Anne Marie finally tired of Noelle. She kicked the still naked and handcuffed girl out of bed. As Noelle lay on the floor, Anne Marie said to Yvette, “Little one, please ring for a valet.” Soon Michael, who along with James was one of the crueler valets, appeared. Anne Marie said, “Take this vile bitch and cane her tits. Then take her to the punishment room and secure her to the whipping dais. There she can contemplate what will happen next.” Michael led poor Noelle away with an evil grin on his face.

Michael took Noelle to a straight back chair with a relative short backrest. There he had her lean over the backrest so that her breasts were pressed against the top. Michael then grabbed Noelle’s nipples and pulled her breasts up so that they were laying atop the backrest. He said, “Your tits are almost too small to hand over the chair, but we will have to make do.” Then he went to a cabinet and withdrew a small cane. Noelle watched with horror as Michael drew the cane back and then come down hard across the top of her small breasts. She screamed with pain at each blow. All seven of them.

Then Michael took her to the punishment room. He had her lay back on the dais while he arranged her ankles in the stirrup like rests hanging from posts on either side of the raised dais. Once her ankles were bound in the stirrups, he undid the hand cuffs from her wrists, only to refasten them to a ring set in the head of the small platform. Thus, Noelle was bound spread eagle on the dais, her open legs and sex visible to all. Michael then said, “Anne Marie said to leave you like this for a while. Think about what comes next.” Then he left, leaving Noelle bound and open, feeling the welts across her small breasts redden and swell.

While Zoe and Emilie were getting their assignments for the day, in another part of the Chateau an entirely different type of conversation was taking place. Anne Marie bent over the prostrate Noelle who was still bound and spread open on the raised dais of the whipping room. Moments earlier, she had directed Collette and little Yvette to cease punishment of the unfortunate young woman.

Collette and Yvette had retreated to a corner of the room where they were panting and sweating from exertion, their mutual enmity temporarily forgotten. Noelle was still crying and gasping for breath, although she had quit screaming from the pain of being whipped on her inner thighs and sex by the other two slaves. Anne Marie took a finger and wiped away some of the tears streaming down Noelle’s face and said, “Was that good for you? It seemed to be good for Yvette and Collette, and it was certainly good for me.” Noelle still drawing sharp breaths and feeling the burning pain in her loins which would soon bring on welts and deep purple bruises that would last for days, was unable to answer. Instead, Anne Marie turned to the corner where Collette and Yvette, both completely naked as was Noelle, stood. She said, “Was it good for you, girls?”

Little Yvette answered, “Yes Mistress. I’m all wet and excited from whipping her. I almost came without any stimulation. Can we go play now?” Anne Marie smiled and said, “Not yet, my pet. I want you and Collette to remain here with Noelle for two hours. During that time, she will contemplate her return and what it means.” Then she looked down at Noelle and said,

“What did Collette and Yvette do to you, Noelle?”

Noelle looked up and said in a hoarse whisper, “They whipped me.”

“Of course, they did. Where did they whip you?”

“On my inner thighs and sex,” answered Noelle.

“No, my darling. They whipped you on your miserable, lying, cheating cunt. They whipped you like the slave you are.” Anne Marie paused, then continued, “Now tell me that you were whipped on your cunt like a slave.”

Noelle said nothing. Anne Marie said again, “Tell me. Say it.”

This time Noelle spoke, “They whipped my miserable cunt. Whipped me like the slave I am.”

“And did you enjoy it?” Anne Marie paused, then slid two fingers into Noelle’s sex, and continued, “No reason to answer. Your pussy answers for you. You’re wet.”

Anne Marie then left the room, leaving Noelle, bound and open. For the next two hours she lay there. Periodically Yvette or Collette might come to her, examine her, kiss her, or caress her. But all Noelle could think about was her enslaved condition.

But Fate was not kind to Claudi that night. Michael, one of the crueler valets, was walking by the closet when he heard a stifled moan from within. He flung open the door and saw Claudia with her dress pulled to the side, fingering herself. Claudia immediately stopped, but it was too late. Michael said, “Wretched whore! Just what do you think you’re doing?” As he reached for the riding crop he carried in his belt, Claudia fell to her knees and said, “Oh, please do not whip me. Please I’ll do anything, but don’t whip me. I’ve already been whipped twice today.” As she said this, she reached to his crotch and began undoing his trousers.

But as Claudia took his member in her mouth, Michael raised her dress in back and struck her buttocks, saying, “This is the least of it. I’m reporting you to Anne Marie.”

++++ The next morning, Michael came into the bedroom Claudia now shared with Jeanne. As he undid the chain that bound her to the bed’s headboard, he said, “Anne Marie said that you should be given the special punishment and then have to wear a chastity belt.” Claudia seemed resigned to her Fate and docilly followed Michael to the Whipping Room.

There is the middle of the room was a raised table, the length of which was about the same as a man’s torso a narrower width. At one end leather bracelets were attached at the corners. Above, hanging from the ceiling by a chain that was used to raise or lower it was an iron bar with two leather bracelets about a meter apart. Michael lowered the bar and had Claudia put her ankles in the bracelets on the end of the bar. Then he did the same with her hands at the head of the table. After buckling in her hands and ankles and making sure they were firmly secured, he cranked the bar up using the chain. Quickly Claudia’s legs were raised and spread, exposing her open sex.

It was at this moment that Anne Marie came into the room, followed by her current girl, little Yvette. From the corner of her eye, Claudia saw that Yvette was carrying a coiled dog whip. Anne Marie came to Claudia’s face and said, “You know what is about to happen. You are to be whipped on your sex, between your widespread thighs. Yvette will whip you. Whipping you in this way, on the part of the body that defines you as a woman also defines you as a slave. A slave who cannot control even the most private part of her body, that part of your body that gives pleasure and gives you your only worth. Yet, it Is not yours. It belongs to whatever man here wants you. And you must remember that it is for his pleasure, not yours.” As she said this, little Yvette brought down the whip on Claudia.

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Later Yvette and Michael fastened the chastity belt around Claudia. She felt the cold metal against her hot, tortured flesh and heard Anne Marie say, “For further punishment, you will wear this belt for a fortnight. It will be removed only when a Master or a guest calls for you.”

“Ah yes,” replied Gaspar. That fellow your cousin Zuri and Sir Stephen met with. The Belgian chap, Henri.”

“Yes. That’s him,” said Anne Marie. “Although, he doesn’t do the actual procurement. He is in some sort of partnership with the actual traffickers. Henri is more of a middleman. A money launderer and arms dealer with all sorts of unsavory connections. But the letter was from him. In it he says that he is able to provide four new slaves. Two are supposedly from the Middle East. Probably originally refugees from all the conflicts there, possibly Yazidis or Lebanese or Syrian. They are priced accordingly – well within our procurement budget. The other is a bit pricey. She’s supposed to be Circassian. You well know that those women are supposed to be among the world’s most beautiful. She is more expensive, but I’m sure she’ll be quite popular with guests and soon return our investment.”

“You said there were four,” remarked Gaspar.

“Yes, I did. And that’s what is very good news. He said his partners have a redheaded Serb that they had for personal use but are now tired of her. So, he is throwing her in for free.”

“Splendid!” said Gaspar. “And when is delivery?”

“If you agree, I’ll arrange for the payment to Henri. Either he or his partners will make delivery by the end of the month.”

“Well, well. Your letters have borne quite good news. I’ll contact Raymond at the DGSE and arrange for our photographer to begin photos on our current group. He can do the newer ones as they arrive.”

As Gaspar hung up, Anne Marie noticed little Yvette rubbing her sex against the highly polished, knee high boots Anne Marie was wearing with her riding pants and short jacket. She also heard soft moans and a little voice saying, “Please Mistress. Please,” coming from Yvette’s lips. “I got so excited listening to you talk about some new girls coming here. Will you let me finish masturbating now?”

Anne Marie smiled and said, “Yes, you may.”

Yvette said, “Yes,” warily, then added, “Mistress wouldn’t be happy if you did anything to me.”

Michael laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bother Anne Marie’s little prize. I’m not that dumb. In fact, I am going to offer you a favor.”

Yvette perked up and said, “A favor? What type of favor?”

“You remember Colette, don’t you?” he said.

“Of course, I remember that dark haired bitch. She was so mean to me when I first came to Roissy, when Anne Marie brought me here.”

“Yeah, but you connived to replace her as Anne Marie’s little pet and Colette got sent to work with the rest of the whores.”

Little Yvette beamed and said, “Yes, indeed, I supplanted her both in Anne Marie’s bed and heart. Now Colette hates me, and the feeling is entirely mutual. But what does this have to do with that ‘favor’ you were telling me about?”

Michael said, “Well, you know that a photographer is coming to do ‘professional’ photos of the girls for the album they give out to the guests.”

“Uh huh,” said Yvette. “Mistress said the photographer would probably take some photos of me, too, although I’m not generally available to customers.” She paused and added, “Mistress doesn’t like to share me with just anyone.”

Michael continued, “Anyway she told Pierre to choose several of the bitches to whip so that they will be marked when photo’d. You know, to let the customers know that with them most anything goes.”

Yvette frowned and said, “I know that eventually you’re going to get around to telling me about this favor you’re going to do for me.” She paused, wrinkled her brow and then said, “I bet you’ve stolen some ice cream from the kitchen and are going to share it with me! Goody!”

Michael though to himself, “Old Pierre was right. This girl is a real dumb bunny.” But he said to Yvette, “No, silly. James and I are going to whip Colette. Mark her up real good. We thought you might like to watch,” he paused then added, “Or even whip her yourself.”

Yvette’s face lit up. “Ooh. That’s even better than ice cream! I’d love to whip her! Whip her pussy. Like Anne Marie does with someone who hasn’t been obedient. Oh, I’d really like to do that! Gosh, I’m wet just thinkig about it!”

Michael said, “We thought you might. Can you be in the dungeon in half an hour? We have to round up Colette and several others. You can watch us flog them, too.”

“Okay. I still have to take the dishes and coffee cup back to the kitchen. Michael, you’re the best. Even if you didn’t steal ice cream for me.” Then Yvette giggled and scurried off to the kitchen.

Anna didn’t answer and Niobe continued, “No matter. Let me tell you just what is going to happen to you. What we are going to do to you.” This time Anna mustered up enough courage to glare at Niobe who continued. “Yvette here has a basket full of goodies. Show her, Yvette.”

Yvette removed the top of the wicker basket so that Anna could see inside. There was a large, black dildo almost 30 centimeters long; a penis shaped gag, also black; an anal plug made of hard plastic; some lubricant; and two adjustable clamps connected by a metal chain. Anna’s heart sank, but she remained stoically silent.

Niobe grinned evilly, “Let’s get you plugged and gagged first.” It didn’t take long. Niobe made Anna stand; in doing so, she had to bend over; thus, it was easy for Yvette to swab Anna’s read with the lubricant and gradually work the anal plug into her. Because it was flared at the ends, once in, it was impossible to expel. A low moan escaped from Anna’s lips as Yvette worked it completely in. Hearing the moan, Niobe said, “Now for the gag.” And she inserted it in Anna’s mouth and fastened the buckle in back to secure it. The gag sat behind Anna’s teeth and the penis shaped protrusion pushed her tongue to the back of her mouth.

“Now for her tits. Her big tits. Her pride and joy, but your nipples ae quite sensitive, aren’t they?” said Niobe. The clamps bit into Anna’s nipples which were, in fact, quite sensitive, and the weight of the chain connecting the clamps added to her agony. Anna tried to cry out, but the gag muffled her. Niobe then turned to Yvette and said, “Now you take the dildo and use it on her while you finger her clit. Don’t let her come though. And let me know when you think she’s close.” Then, “Have you two noticed how all these toys are black? Coincidence?” Then she laughed some more.

Anna tried not to give in to the dildo or Yvette’s fingers, but little Yvette was truly skilled. It was not for nothing that Anne Marie had kept her for so long. Before too long, Anna’s hips began to involuntarily roll, and her breathing became shallow. Yvette looked up at Niobe and said, “She’s close.”

Suddenly Anna felt a searing pain across her buttocks. Then another and another, five in all. Niobe had brought down the crop as hard as she could. Anna tried to scream, but the gag muffled it so that only a low groan was heard. Then Niobe’s face appeared in front of her. She almost spat out the words, “Like that? Well, get used to it. Every hour on the hour from now to dawn, we are coming in here. First Yvette will loosen the clamps on your nipples for a bit. That will make them hurt even more. Then she will retighten them and play with you some more. But you’ll never get to come and when you get close, I’ll crop you again.”

Then she slapped Anna hard across the face before she and Yvette left the room leaving anna alone and waiting.