The Servant
by EC
Part 3

Warnings: public nudity, sex between adults, judicial punishment, erotic punishment, drug use, medical fetish, language, adult themes, involuntary servitude

Chapter 09 – An honest conversation

Trish spent the remainder of her third week on the Island working under Flora’s supervision while Eve went to her job at the airport. Trish learned a few more things about maintaining a house and garden: by the end of the week she knew what was expected from her in Eve’s house. The tasks became less daunting and she was able to utilize her time better.

Flora turned out to be more fair as a trainer than Trish originally thought. She was harsh, but never pushed the servant unnecessarily. If Trish finished a task early, and finished it to Flora’s expectations, she’d be rewarded with a break. On Thursday Flora even rewarded the servant with an hour-long nap.

* * *

On Friday the policewoman commented that she and a co-worker had successfully profiled a German heroin courier and arrested her. Eve relayed a cold assessment of the new prisoner to her servant:

“The German won’t fetch as much as you did at auction, not by a long-shot. She’s all strung-out and covered with tattoos. If I was forced to buy her, the only thing I’d use her for would be manual labor. She’s not a cute little sex-pot like you.”

* * *

Friday night, Trish couldn’t get to sleep. The heat seemed particularly oppressive. As she lay awake, she had a chance to think about her situation.

It was only natural that she did not want to remain a slave for the rest of her life. She did not want to do all those chores and she did not want to spend her days taking orders from a psychotic Third-World police officer. She did not want to be called “Servant Trish” and “my little sex-pot” by another woman. What she was doing was totally ridiculous. Why on earth was she putting up with all that humiliation?

Escape was impossible. She would not be able to get on the Internet any time soon. She couldn’t call anyone. No one was coming to her rescue. So, the only remaining option was to try to reason with the woman who claimed to be her owner.

Trish Bousquet had money. She had lots of money. She figured that everyone had their price, including Officer Eve Bousquet. Surly she could talk to the policewoman and ransom herself. Surly there had to be some amount that Eve would accept to release her from servitude. Trish was so desperate that she was willing to go high; to offer as much as half of her estate.

The following morning the servant got up and had breakfast ready. It was Saturday, which meant a grueling trek into the capitol’s crowded markets. Trish was hopeful that she wouldn’t have to go that day. She nerved herself for what she was about to do: try to reason with Eve and make arrangements to buy back her freedom.

Eve got out of bed. Trish had her dress laid out and helped get ready for the day. The policewoman sat down for breakfast. Trish knelt and studied her Mistress, trying to gauge her mood. Eve seemed in good enough humor that morning: at least somewhat approachable. Trish took a deep breath, and managed to force herself to ask for permission to speak.

When Eve granted permission, Trish nervously got to the point:

“Officer Bousquet… I… I want to tell you something… I have money in America… a lot of it… I’m really rich… I can pay you whatever you want… if you let me go… and pay… you know… the judge or whoever else… if I can just… you know… get my passport back and go home… I promise… I’ll pay you… lots… you can buy whatever house you want in Gannet Cove… or wherever… I’ll prove to you that I’m rich… just let me get on the Internet… and I’ll show you who I am… and how much I have… I’ll give you half… if you just let me go…”

Eve was not surprised in the least. She had noted that her servant was extremely nervous that morning. She figured that she knew what Trish was planning to tell her: the only surprise was that it had taken her so long to work up the nerve. Because she was anticipating the offer, Eve already knew how she would handle it. It would be an opportunity to have an honest conversation with her servant, to make her understand that her situation was permanent, and understand why her situation was permanent.

“I already know who you are. You’re Trish Gail Bousquet from Baton Rouge. Your father’s name was James Walter Bousquet. Your family is descended from the Bousquet cotton barons. And I’ll tell you the reason you and I have the same last name. Some of my ancestors, on my father’s side, came to Santa Eduviges from Baton Rouge in 1866. Why do you think they would have come here that year in particular?”

Trish’s blank expression let Eve know that she didn’t have a clue. So the stupid girl didn’t even know anything about her own family history. Eve hid her disgust.

“That was the year after the Civil War ended. You know… when the South tried to break off from the US? You don’t know about any of that?”

“I… no… not really, Officer Bousquet. I wasn’t that interested… you know… in history.”

Eve decided not to pursue the topic. If Trish didn’t even know about the Civil War, being from Baton Rouge of all places, she was hopeless.

“It doesn’t matter. Anyway… I know perfectly well who you are.”

“Then… you know I’m not lying… I can pay you… lots…”

“How much do you think you can pay me?”

“I… I don’t know… I’ve got 160 million dollars… I inherited… that from my dad…”

“Yes, that’s what you inherited. That is not how much you have now. Right now your estate is worth about 104 million dollars. Did you know that?”

Trish went white. It had not occurred to her that Eve already knew so much about her. Anyhow, there was no way the estate figure could be correct. She distinctly remembered that she had inherited 160 million dollars. Eve continued:

“In Santa Eduviges, the arresting officer is required to notify the criminal’s next-of-kin. In your case, since you don’t have your parents anymore, the next of kin is your aunt, Beatrice Bousquet-Davis. So, I contacted Mrs. Bousquet-Davis and let her know where you were and what had happened to you. I sent her copies of your arrest records. I also sent her your passport and personal effects.”

Trish went from being pale to feeling very sick. Oh shit. Her aunt Beatrice was absolutely the last person she wanted to know about her arrest. Before she had a chance to recover and argue, Eve added:

“I’d imagine you would have preferred that I contact your financial manager. That’s not the requirement of my government. The requirement is notifying the next-of-kin, which is what I did.”

“Anyhow, undoubtedly you’re wondering why I said your fortune is worth 104 million dollars, instead of 160 million. I know that because your aunt conducted an audit of your estate after she went to court to enforce the conditions of your father’s will. In six years, your assets went from 160 to 104 million. In other words, in six years you spent 56 million dollars. Did you know that? Did you know that in six years you spent 56 million dollars and have absolutely nothing to show for it?”

Trish was stupefied. Without thinking about what she was saying… she mumbled:

“How much… how much did she pay you… to do this to me?”

“She didn’t pay me anything. Why would I want her money? Or your father’s money, for that matter? Maybe it hasn’t occurred to you, Trish Bousquet, that I have everything I need? I have a nice house. Maybe it’s not what you’re used to, but it suits me just fine. I have a job that I enjoy and makes me a useful person. I have friends in the neighborhood. I like my country. It’s not perfect, but like my house, it suits me just fine. So there’s your answer, Trish Bousquet. I don’t need your money, and I don’t want your money.”

There was a pause, before Eve added:

“I already knew you’d try to bribe me. I’m only surprised you didn’t try it earlier.”

“But… you can’t keep me like this… you don’t have the right…”

“In Santa Eduviges, I do have the right. Whether you like it or not, you are now a citizen of this island. Under the laws of Santa Eduviges, I bought you and now I own you. And you’d better understand something, Trish Bousquet. Once this conversation is over, you will continue to fulfill your obligations as my servant. Nothing between us has changed.”

“Officer… I… I mean…”

“Yes. You are calling me ‘Officer Bousquet’ instead of ‘Mistress Bousquet’. You’d better understand that will stop as soon as this conversation concludes.”

Trish felt numb. She felt the world closing in on her last hope; that her money meant anything on Santa Eduviges. Eve took note of her exasperated expression and continued:

“Actions have consequences, Trish Bousquet. Your parents chose not to keep you with them when you were growing up. So… as a result of that decision, you became in irresponsible burden on your family name. Very well. That part you can’t help. But then there were all the choices you made. Yes, maybe your parents ignored you, but you could have overcome it had you wanted to. People overcome a lot more difficult problems than that. You had plenty of opportunities and things to choose from, a lot more than most people, but every decision you ever made was a stupid one. You chose to waste your life partying. You chose not to study. You chose to hang out with criminals and drug dealers. You chose to make an enemy of your father’s sister. And finally, you chose, for no good reason at all, to fly to Panama and stuff yourself with cocaine so you could pretend to be a drug dealer and impress your thug boyfriend.”

Trish said nothing, but tears rolled down her cheeks.

“There’s something else you need to know, and I only found this out after we took you into custody. If your plane had not landed here, you would have been caught anyway. You would have been arrested with your cocaine in Miami. How do I know that? Because when I checked your departure information, I found out there was a watch placed on you in Panama City. In Miami the airport customs was waiting for you.”

“You were that interested?”

“At the beginning, no. It was just a standard courier watch, and as I said, we didn’t know about it until you were already in custody. Of course, what got you caught was all your ‘jewelry’… if that’s what you want to call it. Wearing all that metal embedded in your skin while doing a drug run was your final stupid decision; the last stupid decision you’ll ever get to make.”

Eve sipped her coffee and continued:

“Anyhow, you asked me if I was that interested. I guess what you meant to ask… was I interested in you when I arrested you.”

“Yes, Officer… I was wondering… how come you wanted to know so much about me.”

“Because… the night after we took you into custody, I started thinking about you. I realized I had a very good chance of buying you. So the next day I made arrangements to place a bid when you went up for auction. I wanted to know what I was buying, so I did some research.”

“But… why?”

“I found you attractive and I wanted you. It’s that simple.”

Trish did not know how to respond to the policewoman’s blunt honesty. Eve finished her meal while her servant knelt silently, wondering what else she could say. Eve set her fork on her plate.

“Servant Trish, I need to check my e-mail before we leave, which will give you time to clean up. Get the market sacks and make sure they’re cleaned out.”

Trish forced herself to acknowledge the return to her life as Eve’s collared servant by responding:

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

Eve opened her safe, making sure her body was blocking Trish’s view of the dial as she spun it. She inserted the removable drive, typed in her password, and checked her account.

After Trish finished cleaning up from breakfast, she approached the Mistress and knelt. Eve turned off her computer, removed the hard drive, and returned it to the safe. Trish noticed the safe contained the policewoman’s service revolver and several files of personal documents. Undoubtedly, among those documents were the auction receipt and servant ownership papers.

Eve closed the safe and addressed her ward:

“Servant Trish, don’t for a moment think that I am not aware of what you’re thinking. You’ve been trying to figure out how you can escape from your obligations as my servant. What you tried to do today was proof enough of that. The fact that you were desperate enough to give me half your fortune shows how much you’d like to go back to your life of drugs and parties. I also think that by now you are aware that you don’t have any other options for getting away. Over the past three weeks you’ve wracked your brain and came up with nothing. Am I right about that?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

“You haven’t come up with any ideas because there’s no way you can escape this island. Also, there’s no way I would ever release you. The purpose of your life is to satisfy my needs and that’s the end of it. The sooner you come to terms with that purpose, the better. Simple and easy for both of us. Yes?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

Eve’s expression changed slightly. Her eyes reflected a combination of triumph, contempt, and disgust. Trish felt very apprehensive. With a condescending and sarcastic tone in her voice, the policewoman continued:

“By the way, your aunt just emailed me with an interesting story. Last week, your boyfriend Rodney tried to break into your place. When the night clerk tried to stop him, he got beat up. Pretty badly, from the way Beatrice was talking about it. The police got there and arrested Rodney right after he kicked your door in. Nice fellow.”

Trish cringed from this latest piece of bad news. Her door kicked in. Shit. There was plenty of stuff in her penthouse she didn’t want other people knowing about. And, of course, as always, the news got worse:

“Since the door got kicked in, Beatrice got permission to go into your penthouse. She went through your stuff and, among other things, found some drug stashes and turned them over to the police. I wouldn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to guess why Rodney needed to get in there.”

Trish felt sick. Eve continued with that awful expression and using that sneering tone of voice:

“And so… that concludes our conversation, Servant Trish. You’re no closer to going back to Baton Rouge than you were an hour ago, but at least now you understand your situation a little better. Before we go downtown, I have a question. Why would you want to go back to Louisiana? Apart from a bunch of legal problems, what’s waiting for you there?”

“Waiting for me, Mistress Bousquet?”

“Yes. What I’m wondering is whether or not you have… anyone you really care about, or a child who needs you, or a job, or a career, or some research project at the university, or perhaps charity work. Something along those lines. Anything that would make your life more useful than the life you have here. If you can think of something beneficial that you were doing and need to go back to, I’d let you talk to the judge and see about changing the conditions of your sentence.”

Trish said nothing. Eve was taunting her. Both women knew, and each knew that the other knew, there was not a single thing Trish Gail Bousquet had done before her trip to Panama that anyone would consider useful.

* * *

A few minutes later, Eve and her very subdued servant boarded a rickshaw to go downtown to shop. Throughout the trip Trish sat quietly, staring numbly at the passing landscape.

Eve was very pleased with how the morning’s conversation had developed. She knew that she had successfully begun to “break” her servant. “Breaking” was a vital step in converting a collared criminal into a useful slave. It involved psychological transformation and the loss of any hope of returning to freedom. How it was done varied, depending on the owner’s personality and also on the servant. Some owners “broke” their slaves with a series of whippings, others used psychological pressure, and others used a combination of deprivation and rewards.

In Eve’s case, all it took was a single conversation. Just a simple chat, that clarified her servant's life mistakes and let her know what an idiot she truly had been.

Eve did not feel sorry for Trish in the least. She was where she belonged, safely under control. Some people weren’t capable of exercising free will responsibly and from birth were meant to be servants. Trish Bousquet was one of them, a person much better off serving others than serving herself.

Chapter 10 – Hard lessons

Three weeks had gone by, but Eve was no less fascinated by her servant than she had been the moment she placed the winning bid at the auction. Everything about Trish excited her, especially her constant nudity and total submission. Eve was aware of how much she enjoyed forcing Trish to prove her submissive status over and over in public. She especially enjoyed forcing her slave to follow her around in public places with her body shamelessly exposed. She loved it when she noticed crowds staring at Trish and the fact that the American was still embarrassed by having people constantly looking at her. Eve wanted to make sure that every person on the Island would see Trish’s naked body many times over. She wanted Trish to bend over and expose herself to every man who wanted to see her. She wanted to have Trish pose for thousands of pictures and have each one posted on the Internet. She wanted each photo to have Trish’s real name accompanying it, so the entire world could view her and know who she was.

Eve’s fantasies went beyond what she had done with her so far. She dreamt of putting Trish on national television and forcing her to dance, to pose, and to submit on live broadcasts every day. She wanted to chain Trish in the most public place she could think of, with her arms and legs spread, so everyone could photograph her in detail and anyone who wanted to could fondle her body. She fantasized about flogging her in public, with camera crews filming and video of the punishment streamed all over the planet. She wanted the world to point to the naked slave and say: “Oh how the little cotton princess from Baton Rouge has fallen!”

Eve knew that some of her fantasies were things that she never could do with Trish in real life: there were limitations, although in her case not too many. She did plan to have Trish do photo-shoots with every professional photographer on the Island and build up a collection of portraits. She also planned to take Trish into the Thunder Mountain National Park and do a bunch of shots of her around the volcano and the forest that surrounded it. She eventually wanted to take her servant to every corner of the Island, so that she could see and be seen by every one of Santa Eduviges’ 350,000 inhabitants.

* * *

That Saturday, Eve planned to fulfill a few fantasies with her servant. When the two women arrived in the capitol of Santa Eduviges, Eve decided to have a little fun by spending the day wandering all over the city. She planned to visit every single market, including one that was over a kilometer from the main commercial district. She’d go to the main police headquarters 'to check on some paperwork' and then to the National Stadium to inquire about tickets for an upcoming soccer game. Now… a soccer game would be fun… having Trish accompany her and some of her co-workers to the crowded soccer stadium. Hmm…

The city was, of course, very crowded. Trish had to endure the trek wearing nothing but her collar, a pair of shoes, and some sunscreen on her nose and shoulders. She had to keep her hands at her sides. If Eve saw her trying to cover up, she’d spend the rest of the day with her hands cuffed behind her back. She knew that her owner had a pair of handcuffs in her purse and was not bluffing about the handcuff threat.

Whenever the two women stopped for more than a few seconds, Trish had to go to her knees. In the markets they made a lot of stops, as Eve stopped to ask about prices or whether a vendor had some hard-to-get spice. Eve knew many of the market vendors and made it a point to inquire about their health and families. Most of the vendors were curious about Trish, so Eve happily explained, over and over, the story of how her servant was arrested and auctioned. A lot of Eve’s acquaintances, both men and women, were curious about Trish’s lack of pubic hair. Trish had to stand up and explain about her depilation treatments. Of course, anyone who wanted to run their hand over the servant’s smooth vulva was free to do so, as long as they asked permission from her owner first.

Eve ordered Trish to follow her to the government district. Most of the buildings were closed, with the exception of the National Museum and the National Police Headquarters. As they passed by the museum, several startled tourists stared at the naked young woman. A couple of foreigners wanted pictures of Trish. Of course, Eve granted permission.

A man with a British accent asked about Trish’s collar. Eve explained the Island’s judicial system; that the country could not afford jails, so criminals were collared and auctioned instead. When the man made a comment about slavery, Eve countered:

“Well, have you ever felt threatened on this Island? How does crime here compare with other places you’ve visited?”

The guy reluctantly admitted he had been mugged in Jamaica and his hotel room had been broken into while he was in the Bahamas.

“So, there’s your answer. Maybe we’re a poor country, but nothing like that will happen to you here.”

After the tourist took a couple of pictures and departed, Eve commented:

“There’s a lot of interesting displays and artifacts in that Museum. It’s supposed to be the best one in the Caribbean. I’ll have to take you in there sometime.”

Under her circumstances, Trish could have cared less about looking at a bunch of historical crap, but she simply replied, as always:

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

When they went into the police station, Eve ran into a classmate who had changed jobs and now was teaching introductory medicine at the university. Like everyone else, he was fascinated with the slave’s bald vulva and wanted to touch it. Of course, the Mistress granted permission. Trish had to stand with her legs spread and her hands behind her head while the man ran his fingertips over her exposed pussy. She noticed his expression change, as though he had solved some vexing problem.

“Eve, I have a dilemma and was wondering if you could help me. In a few days I’ll need to do some demonstrations of gynecological and rectal exams and I don’t have a clue where I can find a live subject for the class. Your servant would be perfect, especially since she doesn’t have any hair. Is there any chance you could allow me to use her, you know, as a demonstration subject for my class?”

Eve’s answer was predictable: “Sure, I don’t see why there would be a problem. Whenever you need her, just give me a call. You have my phone number?”

Eve made sure her friend had not only her home phone, but also her cell phone. Now Trish was committed to being paraded around as a medical demonstration prop in the university. Gynecological and rectal exams… how wonderful…

The trip to the soccer stadium was even harder on Trish than the trek around the Market District and government buildings. Although there was no game that day, there were plenty of young men exercising and practicing. Trish had to endure being the center of attention. Compounding her embarrassment was her body’s reaction to being surrounded by dozens of sweaty athletes: seeing all those guys aroused her. She wanted to fuck every one of them. Great. Just what she needed. Sexual longing on top of everything else. Her yearning for a good round of sex made her remember that she had not had an orgasm since arriving on the Island. So… that was yet another thing in her life that Eve had taken away from her.

As they wandered around in the crowds and heat, Eve made sure that her servant repeatedly drank water and juice to keep her hydrated. The problem was; all that liquid had gone through her and she badly needed to go to the bathroom. She put off telling her Mistress out of fear of being punished, but the pressure in her bladder wouldn’t let her wait any longer. She requested permission to speak and explained her dilemma. Eve handed her a wet-wipe and pointed at a storm drain:

“You can squat over there, Servant Trish. Make sure you wipe yourself when you’re done.”

Trish’s heart skipped a beat and she went white. She desperately hoped she had heard wrong. The street was full of people milling about. Her owner expected her to piss in the middle of a city in full view of a crowd? Eve became impatient.

“Are you going to piss or not? I don’t have all day, and no, we do not have time to look for a bathroom! Now quit wasting my time and get your ass over that drain!”

“Y… yes Mistress Bousquet.”

Very reluctantly, Trish approached the drain cover. She sadly glanced at Eve, hoping for a reprieve. Eve pointed at the storm drain. Knowing that she faced punishment if she disobeyed, she squatted.

Passers-by stopped to watch. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, but Trish couldn’t release. Eve stood over her, watching with an irritated expression.

“Servant Trish, if you’ve told me that you need to piss and it turns out you don’t, I’ll whip your ass, right here.”

Trish’s knees started shaking. Some of the spectators laughed at her. The pressure was so unbearable that she would not have been able to stand up, even had Eve told her that she had relented and would look for a bathroom. Still, her fucking bladder wouldn’t release.

Eve knew that her servant badly had to piss. She also fully understood why she couldn’t. The servant had an embarrassment issue with peeing in public that would need to be addressed. After waiting nearly five minutes, the policewoman asked one of the vendors to bring her a large glass of ice water. As soon as she had it in her hand, she poured cold water down her servant’s back.

Trish squealed from the shock and nearly lost her balance. However, the water did work, distracting her enough so that her bladder could release. A torrent of urine gushed out and loudly splashed through the drain cover into the water below. The spectators, after having waited five minutes, cheered and clapped.

Trish couldn’t believe what was happening. This had to be the worst public humiliation a person possibly could endure. At that moment she hated the entire world, especially her own body.

When she finished, the servant struggled to stand up. Her face was pale and her eyes were full of tears. The spectators continued to stand around, giggling and chatting about her predicament. Eve snapped:

“Wipe yourself, Servant Trish!”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

So… the spectacle was not quite over: the crowd was treated to seeing a naked slave cleaning herself between the legs with a wet-wipe.

“Now put that in the trash and let’s go! You’ve already wasted enough of my time!”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

Eve gave her servant a cruel slap on the bottom. As though the humiliation of having to relieve herself in front of dozens of onlookers wasn’t enough, Trish would have to walk around with a bright red handprint on her butt.

Eve looked at her servant, still irritated that something as simple as pissing should have been such a hassle. She ordered her to stand with her feet shoulder-width apart and to put her hands behind her head. She landed a series of very hard slaps on the girl’s naked backside. She would make Trish pay for failing to obey. OK, Servant Trish… you think it was so embarrassing having to piss into a storm drain? Let’s see how embarrassed getting a spanking in public makes you.

The punishment only lasted a few minutes, but the policewoman struck hard with crisp, loud smacks. The blows landed in quick succession, administered by a woman who had spent her life working out. Maybe it was just an informal hand spanking instead of a whipping, but the force of the blows and the sharp pain from the slaps made Trish feel as though she were being hit with a paddle.

Trish’s bottom was bright pink before her Mistress stopped spanking. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her backside was burning, but she knew better than to try to rub it or cover it with her hands. Eve unceremoniously ordered the servant to pick up her bags so the two women could continue on their trek through the downtown markets.

Eve treated the incident as trivial, as something that Trish duly deserved for being a disobedient servant. However, she was fully aware that the experience had devastated her ward. She felt somewhat sorry for the young American: undoubtedly it was very hard for her to have to deal with such humiliation.

Nevertheless, the Mistress could not display any sympathy or pity. For Trish to become a useful servant, Eve had to finish the task of completely “breaking” her. She had to be willing to obey orders without hesitation, no matter how unreasonable they might seem. She had to be willing to accept punishment in public. She could not have any personal pride, apart from the pride of being Eve’s property. The sooner Trish learned all those lessons, the sooner she would stop trying to think for herself. She would be liberated from her flawed personality and would instead embrace the life her Mistress was creating for her. As Eve would say: “Simple and easy for both of us. Yes?”

* * *

The two women spent several additional hours wandering about the capital. In mid-afternoon they entered a shaded park to rest for a moment and drink yet more water. In that park, Trish was confronted with a sight that she found very disturbing, a sight that made her realize that for a servant, her life was not nearly as bad as it could be.

A group of Islanders was entering from the other side; a heavy-set middle-aged woman and four kids. Accompanying them was a collared male servant, a miserable-looking Islander who must have been about Trish’s age. He was carrying a enormous backpack and several bags. He was barefoot and his naked body was covered with whip-marks. He followed his Mistress and her kids to a grassy area in the shade close to where Eve was sitting and Trish was kneeling.

While the kids ran off to see a nearby playground, the servant unloaded the pack, which contained everything necessary for a picnic for the woman and her kids. As soon as the picnic was set up, the woman ordered the servant to get on his hands and knees. She produced a whip and aimed it at his backside:

“Why do you have to be so slow, wretch?” CRACK! “What’s wrong with you?” CRACK! “Where do you think you are, on vacation?” CRACK! “What do you think I bought you for, to relax?” CRACK! “Wretch, you’d better start answering me, or I’ll tear the skin off you, right here!” CRACK!

“I’m a lazy sack of shit, Mistress. I’m worthless.” CRACK! “That’s why… why I’m so slow…” CRACK! “I’m sorry.” CRACK!

“That’s right, wretch!” CRACK! “You are a lazy…” CRACK! “…worthless…” CRACK! “…piece of…” CRACK! …shit!” CRACK!

Noting the distressed look in her servant’s face, Eve commented:

“Unless he starts bleeding or can’t walk, there’s nothing anyone can do about it. As the owner, she’s within her rights, treating him like that.”

Eve and her servant watched the woman kick her slave several times before ordering him to kneel facing a tree with his hands behind his head. The kids came back. The two older ones spat on the family’s slave and kicked his thighs before sitting down with their mother to have lunch.

Eve continued: “Take a good look, Servant Trish. Now you’ve seen what happens if a servant does not please his owner. Ask yourself if you’d like to exchange places with him. Remember what you’re seeing, and I won’t have to treat you harshly. Simple and easy for both of us, yes?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

More than anything else that happened to her that day, the incident in the park “broke” Trish. Finally, she understood the seriousness of her situation. Now she understood that if she did not do everything possible to make her owner happy, she could be subjected to some real suffering, far worse than anything she had endured to so far. Perhaps her life would never get any better, but it most certainly could get worse.

* * *

By mid afternoon the market bags were full with food and condiments, including a week’s supply of rice and a 5-kilo bag of flour. Trish’s arms and shoulders ached from lugging all that stuff around. It was infernally hot, so Eve continued plying her with water and juice.

Trish knew that it was only a matter of time before she would have to piss again. Fortunately she made it through the rest of the trip around the capital without having to request another potty break. However, on the way back to Eve’s house Trish knew that she couldn’t hold up much longer… if only she could make it to the house…

Trish was immensely relieved when the rickshaw stopped in front of her Mistress’s residence. She knew that she’d at least have to move the bags to the kitchen, but then she’d ask her Mistress for permission to pee. She knelt and very nervously made her request.

“Servant Trish, that’s fine. You can piss, but you’re going to need to go out onto the street and do it there. It’s obvious you have an obedience issue about this and until you’ve worked through it, you won’t be using my bathroom.”

Eve took a whip from a drawer in the living room cabinet. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

Trish sadly went out onto the street. The Mistress chose a spot away from the shade, making sure she was a visible as possible. Trish squatted, but she had the same problem that she had in the city… her damn bladder wouldn’t release.

This time Eve did not wait five minutes. After just 30 seconds, she cracked her servant across the shoulders with her whip. Three reddish welts quickly appeared on Trish’s back. The blow worked: Trish screamed, but her bladder immediately released a large puddle of urine onto the pavement.

Eve ordered Trish to stand up and wipe herself. She noticed that several neighbors, including Pierre, were watching. Eve poked Trish in the back with the whip handle and ordered her to get back inside.

“The bathroom in my house, and the one in Flora’s house, will be off-limits until you get over this problem you have with pissing. You are a servant, and when you’re attending to your duties, pissing is a privilege, not a right. You will learn to piss when and where I tell you. You’ll learn to do it quickly so you don’t make me waste my time waiting. And don’t think you can get around it by not drinking, because in a tropical climate, allowing yourself to get dehydrated will kill you.”

A few minutes later, Eve was in the bathtub, with her servant massaging her shoulders and breasts. That night Eve wanted a full-body massage. Trish was exhausted and the welts across her shoulders hurt every time she moved her arms, but she did her best to satisfy her Mistress.

Following the massage, Eve was very much awake and wanted an orgasm. That night she was particularly demanding. First she wanted Trish to give her a normal round of oral sex by teasing her clit and putting her tongue up her vagina. Then, she rolled on her stomach and draped herself over several pillows. She spread her legs to fully expose her bottom. Trish spent the next half hour caressing and massaging Eve’s firm butt-cheeks as she worked her way towards the final goal, her Mistress’s anus. Trish had to kiss Eve’s bottom-hole; then sensuously move her tongue in gentle circles around the opening. Eve enjoyed having her bottom caressed and stimulated, and she especially enjoyed having her servant’s tongue exploring that most intimate part of her body.

Eve ordered Trish to brush her teeth and to return to the bed. She grabbed the servant’s wrists and pinned her arms to the mattress. She clamped the American’s wrists with a vice-like grip. She wrapped her strong legs around the legs of her ward. At that moment Trish was immobilized and helpless.

“Who do you belong to, Trish Bousquet?”

“I belong to you, Mistress Bousquet.”

“That’s right, Servant Trish, you belong to me. You’re mine. Get it? You’re mine.”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I’m yours. I belong to you.”

“What is the purpose of your life?”

“To do stuff for you, Mistress Bousquet. To do what you tell me.”

“That’s only part of it. You’re purpose in life is to satisfy all of my needs. I am the reason for your very existence, Servant Trish. That’s why I bought you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

Eve kept Trish immobilized and helpless for several more minutes, to make sure the servant understood that she could never escape. She had begun a new life, entered a new reality. Everything that she had experienced before she was auctioned was irrelevant. Mistress Eve Bousquet was all that mattered.

Chapter 11 – A servant’s pleasure

The following morning was Sunday. As soon as both women were awake, Trish asked her Mistress for permission to relieve herself. Eve picked up her whip and had the servant follow her to the street. Fortunately the policewoman had no need to use it: Trish peed on cue and wiped herself off. It helped that no neighbors were out of their houses that early in the morning, but it also helped that Trish was more accepting of her servitude and more relaxed about doing what she was told.

After going back inside, Eve ordered Trish to stand still so she could smear heavy-duty water-proof sunscreen on her face and upper body. She then ordered her servant to follow her next door to Flora’s house. The older couple was ready to go out. Pierre was holding a bag full of swimming flippers and diving masks. There were gallon-jugs of water sitting on the porch with bags of fruit. Flora had a water-proof camera hanging around her neck. Also present was a very well-built young man who turned out to be a son with the same name as his father.

For the first time since her arrival on the Island, Trish was going to have the chance to go to one of its beaches. Eve, Trish, and the younger Pierre divided the load between them and the group took a path that lead through a grassy salt marsh to the shore. The area was bigger than it appeared from Eve’s house and it took the group 40 minutes to cross it. They arrived at a fishing village and a spot where several open-hull boats had been pulled onto the beach. Pierre junior talked to a group of young men, one of whom agreed to take the group onto the water. The villagers pushed one of the boats into the surf and the five passengers got in.

The boat crossed a smooth open stretch of water, heading east towards a line of rocks and breakers in the distance. During the journey Eve took several pictures of her servant. She handed the camera to Flora and held Trish’s shoulders, wanting several photos of together with “her little sexpot”.

Just short of the rocks, the boat owner cut off his motor and dropped an anchor. Eve and her companions then did something that surprised the American: they got undressed and stashed their clothing in a water-proof bag. The younger Pierre passed out snorkeling gear to the group. His eyes scanned Trish as he handed her a mask and flippers. Trish was looking at him as well. Along with his muscular body, he had a nice large cock that now was on display. She badly wanted to touch it and couldn’t get her mind off thinking how much she’d like to have him inside her.

Like everyone else, Pierre junior was curious about Trish’s lack of pubic hair. She glanced at her Mistress, who ordered her to tell the story of her depilation treatments. For the first time Trish enjoyed going into detail about how her hair had been taken off. She spread her legs so he could get a better view. When Pierre junior asked for permission to touch Trish’s vulva, Eve consented. Trish willingly kept her legs spread, badly wanting to feel the young man’s hand caressing her. His fingertips passed over her pubic area, but she wanted him to move down… just a little. She could tell that he wanted to, but with her owner and his parents still sitting in the boat, he was not about to take that risk. Now, that really sucked. Trish desperately needed some good sex and an orgasm…

Eve took it for granted that her servant knew how to swim. Noting that she was giving Flora’s son too much attention, she gave Trish a crisp slap on the bottom and ordered her to get into the water. The water felt totally great. It was the first time in her life that Trish had gone snorkeling in the nude. Pierre junior left his parents and swam away from the boat, apparently looking for something along the reef. Eve swam along the reef in the opposite direction, taking some pictures with Flora’s camera. Trish followed her. Eve wanted to take some underwater shots of her servant, so she ordered Trish to dive to the coral and come back up several times. She then ordered Trish to take off her mask and swim around some more.

Even though she had to pose and perform for her Mistress and her camera, Trish enjoyed the reef and the chance to do something different from picking up fruit and running around crowded cities.

Eve also enjoyed the experience and learned an important lesson. If she could do fun things with her servant, give her moments of pleasure along with all the hard work and discipline, Trish was much more likely to become content with her new life. Eve’s ultimate goal was to make the servant totally dependent on her, but she also wanted Trish to willingly submit and eventually to love her. Balancing discipline with rewards was necessary to turn Trish into the lover who would best serve Eve’s needs.

In the meantime, there was the problem of Trish’s sexual frustration and the possibility her sex drive could cause her to do something stupid. The attraction between Trish and Pierre junior became obvious when everyone was back on the boat. Eve decided to discipline her servant, but in a way that would allow the Islanders to have some fun with her at the same time.

Once everyone was back on board, Eve ordered Trish to go to the bow of the boat. She had to get on her elbows and knees with her rear facing towards the stern, and would be responsible for “keeping a lookout for rocks and water hazards”. To keep her balance, she’d have to grab the edge with her hands and keep her knees spread wide apart. She would have to stay in that position the entire way back: with her anus and vagina lewdly displayed for the benefit of the boat owner and the other four passengers. Of course, during the return journey, Eve took several pictures, including some close-ups of the girl’s exposed crotch.

Trish held on tight as the water splashed beneath her face and the breeze buffeted her body. She felt like the figurehead on the bow of a ship. She did keep a watch for rocks, just in case there was any truth to what she was being told to do. After a while, staying in that position made her uncomfortable, but she was not distressed or humiliated as she would have been only a few days before. She was a servant, she was Eve’s property, and if Eve wanted to force her to expose herself, there was nothing she could do about it. Anyhow, what she was doing was not too different from what she would have done for Pierre junior had she been alone with him. She would have teased him with her body to get him worked up for a “good fuck”. When she peeked between her legs, she did notice the three men on the boat staring at her with wide eyes.

Eve ordered Trish to sit down when the boat approached the beach. She saw Pierre junior covering his crotch with a bag of fruit, hiding a hard-on, undoubtedly. Good.

Eve glanced at her servant’s face and noted that she was not teary-eyed or mortified. It was apparent that Trish was becoming used to following her Mistress’s orders and that her modesty was disappearing. A slave did not have the right to any modesty. Trish was beginning to accept that part of her life, which was a positive development.

* * *

Eve was faced with a dilemma when she and her servant returned to her house. Trish seemed to be adapting very well to her new life, but there was an important problem that needed to be addressed: the servant’s longing for sex. Yes, the girl had spent nearly every night with her face between Eve’s legs, but that did not satisfy her own sexual urges.

Eve had hoped to spend more time with her servant before seducing her. There were a lot of reasons, one of which was her desire to complete her servant’s submission before allowing her to have any pleasure. However, the day on the boat made Eve realize that she could not wait much longer. Trish was capable of doing something stupid, for example trying to have sex with the neighborhood teenagers. If such a thing were to happen, Eve would have no choice but to impose a punishment regime, which was something she really did not want to do. Better to take care of the problem sooner than later, even if it disrupted her original plan.

Eve brusquely told her servant that she wanted to practice massage techniques, so that night they would be changing places on the massage table. Her plan was to first relax and stimulate Trish on the platform. Then she would sit on the sofa and put the girl over her lap. Trish would be in a submissive position and Eve would spank and fondle her until she climaxed. Eve calculated the idea would allow Trish to have her orgasm while allowing her owner to always be the one in control.

Eve started by giving her servant a typical massage. She sensuously caressed the young woman’s body, exploring her servant and discovering what aroused her. She spent a very long time fondling the girl’s soft bottom, enjoying the feel of the soft mounds of flesh under her strong hands. Eve enjoyed the reversal of roles, as did Trish, who finally was getting a chance to relax.

Finally Eve sat on her sofa and ordered her servant to lie across her lap. Trish obeyed, nervously settling herself over her owner’s thighs. Her bottom was completely vulnerable. Eve spent several more minutes caressing and fondling Trish’s soft backside. She then ordered her ward to spread her legs and relax her bottom. She admired her servant’s anus, gently tracing it with her fingertip.

“You know that you were a very bad girl… hiding cocaine in here.”

Eve punctuated her statement by tapping the opening of her slave’s bottom-hole. Trish was nervous, wondering where her Mistress was going by reminding her of her crime.

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

“I said: you were a bad girl. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I was a bad girl.”

“…and what happens to bad girls, Servant Trish?”

Trish took a deep breath. She forced herself to give the answer Eve was expecting.

“Bad girls get punished, Mistress Bousquet.”

The policewoman instructed Trish to move forward a bit and tilt her bottom up. Trish obediently spread her legs to better expose herself to her owner. Now her lovely bottom was submissively positioned, with her bottom-cheeks bent and spread. Eve gently massaged Trish’s backside, enjoying the sight and feel of her servant’s pale skin and soft flesh. So lovely…

While Trish had gone over Eve’s lap knowing that she was going to receive a spanking, the policewoman had much more in mind. Yes, there would be a spanking, but Eve hoped to use a weakness of her servant’s body to teach her an important lesson. She would use the girl’s body to control her emotions and force her to completely surrender herself.

Eve continued to massage Trish’s bottom and thighs, using sensuous touches and light tickling with her fingertips until she noticed a subtle change in the young woman’s posture. At first Trish was very tensed up and nervous, but Eve’s touches allowed her to get the girl to relax, then finally to enjoy what was happening to her.

Trish was very wet, and tilted her bottom up, desperately hoping her owner would slip her fingers between her thighs and touch her…

Eve smiled. She had Trish right where she wanted her. She teased her ward’s labia with the tip of her index finger as Trish involuntarily tilted her hips even more, hoping that Eve would touch her clitoris.

“I’d bet you’d like a nice orgasm right now, Servant Trish…”

“I… yes, Mistress Bousquet… please…”

“You’re going to have to earn that orgasm, Servant Trish. I’m not just going to give it to you. You need to earn it.”

“Mistress Bousquet… please…”

Eve patted Trish’s bottom.

“You stay in position and behave yourself, and I’ll reward you when we’re done.”

“Yes… Please…”

With that Eve began slapping Trish’s upturned backside. At the beginning she did not spank very hard, just with enough force to put some pleasant heat and sting in the younger woman’s bottom. She slapped more quickly than she would have slapped during a real punishment spanking, since her purpose was different from a normal punishment. She wanted Trish to feel sensation in her bottom that came close to, but was not exactly, painful.

Trish’s vulnerable ass continued to redden under the attention of her policewoman. The mounting heat and stinging in her backside was just enough to enhance her sexual arousal. Every so often the policewoman took a break from the spanking to tease Trish’s vulva, by lightly touching her labia or running her fingertip over her vagina. The touches were just enough to torment Trish and keep her state of arousal from diminishing. Eve’s goal was to keep her servant as close to climax as possible for as long as possible.

As Trish’s bottom reddened, Eve began slapping much harder. The painful slaps only added to Trish’s feeling of sexual desperation and willingness to do anything to be allowed to climax. Eve now had Trish completely under her control as the heat and stinging became much more intense and erotic. Had Eve started out spanking Trish as hard as she was spanking her now, the girl’s sexual arousal would have vanished because of the pain. However, Eve knew how to gradually increase both the pain and the girl’s sexual desires.


After about 15 minutes the spanking was reaching its climax. Eve took longer breaks to continue teasing Trish between her thighs, pleased that her servant was desperately spreading her legs and lewdly exposing herself as her posture silently pleaded the policewoman to satisfy her sexual desires. Trish’s desire for an orgasm filled her thoughts and canceled out any hint of dignity or self-control. She wanted that orgasm, and that was all she wanted.

Eve’s fingertips sensuously explored Trish’s vulva, staying in contact with her labia and gently circling her vagina. Trish’s body trembled and she moaned with pleasure, as she relished the feel of the older woman’s invasion of her most intimate area. Finally Eve’s fingertip touched Trish’s clitoris. At first the touch was tentative and light, but gradually Eve’s fingertip began massaging Trish more seriously, with the intent of finally bringing her to orgasm. The younger woman bit her lip and groaned with delight as Eve’s fingertip worked its magic on her body. As the policewoman continued to massage Trish’s clitoris with her right hand, she ran her left hand over her back and bottom.

Trish climaxed, but Eve was not done with her. She inserted her finger into Trish’s vagina, then again explored her labia and clitoris. The second orgasm was so good that she nearly passed out from the pleasure.

Trish remained over Eve’s lap after she calmed down, too tired to have any desire to get up. The policewoman ran her thumb over Trish’s vulva to lubricate it, then touched the girl’s bottom-hole several times with her wet thumb to prepare her for the final part of her lesson. Once Eve was satisfied that both her thumb and Trish’s sphincter were adequately lubricated, she pushed deep into Trish’s bottom-hole while penetrating her vagina with her index finger. Trish, who was just starting to come to her senses, gasped at the policewoman’s new intrusion into her body.

Eve’s thumb and fingertip worked their way in deeper and pressed together inside Trish. The sensation was strange and sinister, but also very erotic. Combined with her sore bottom and exhausted muscles, the firm grip inside Trish’s body gave her the feeling that she had completely lost any control over her existence. Eve knew what she was thinking, because the sensation her servant was experiencing was exactly what she wanted her to experience.

Trish felt totally helpless, much more so than the previous night when her Mistress pinned her to the bed. She was owned. She was Eve’s prized possession… nothing more.

“You are mine, Servant Trish. I control your life. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I am yours.”

Chapter 12 – The medical subject

Trish spent the following four days helping Flora. She hoped that Pierre junior might be around, but unfortunately he lived in Gannet Cove and only visited his parents on occasion. Just as well… because Trish would have gotten herself in trouble had he been in the house.

Flora could tell that Eve’s servant was becoming more cooperative and that her attitude had improved. She still walked around with her switch, but had no reason to use it. When she told Trish to do something, the servant complied. Even peeing in the street was not a much of an issue. Each time Flora took Trish to the street to relieve herself, she managed to empty her bladder with no problem. She tried to time her potty breaks to avoid going out when the neighborhood kids were around: that was the only effort at modesty she dared attempt. Anyhow, she needed to be ready for her next trip into the capital. She knew that she’d have to demonstrate she had gotten over her reluctance to piss in public, which meant peeing into storm drains with people watching. If she proved to her Mistress that she could pee on command, she’d probably get her bathroom privileges back.

Trish had her first menstruation on the Island on Monday, the day after the boat trip. The period was yet another humbling experience, because she found out that female servants normally were not issued tampons or pads. She had to wear shower shoes instead of her normal tennis shoes and simply bleed-out while working in Flora’s yard. Every so often she rinsed between her legs with the hose.

On Wednesday, Flora wanted to buy some fish, which entailed a trip to the fishing village on the beach. Trish followed the retiree across the salt marsh and quietly knelt while Flora haggled and eventually bought several large sea bass. Of course it was Trish’s responsibility to carry them back; and also her responsibility to learn how to prepare raw fish for cooking. Forcing the servant to do a particularly disgusting and difficult task was actually a test Flora had set up for her, a test she passed with no problem. Flora was impressed. Eve’s girl really was working out.

Throughout the week Trish perfected her ability to massage her Mistress. She also spent time massaging Flora and Pierre for practice. Perhaps it was strange having to touch the uncovered bodies of the older couple, but whatever reservation Trish might have had about that was irrelevant. She needed to practice and the older couple wanted massages and she was a servant. It was not her place to question: it was her place to obey.

* * *

Eve received a phone call from her friend from the university Wednesday night. With everything else that had happened to her over the past few days, Trish had forgotten about her Mistress’s promise to lend her to the medical instructor as a demonstration prop for his classes.

The next day Eve ordered her servant to accompany her to the airport. During the trip Eve explained what was going to happen that day: that Eve’s friend would pick her up at the airport and take her to the university.

“As for what you’ll be doing there, you know as much as I do. They like to use live subjects in class to teach med students how to conduct medical exams and to allow for real-life practices. It won’t be anything difficult. In fact, you’ll be spending most of your day just sitting around, so look at it as a break. And don’t even think about letting me hear that you weren’t cooperative.”

A break. Yeah, right. Some break…

Eve’s friend was waiting for her. Accompanying him were three medical students.

Trish felt intimidated and very embarrassed. She was glad to get on her knees. Oddly enough, she felt safer when kneeling, partly because she could conceal herself a bit and partly because kneeling separated her from everyone who was standing above her. However, because she was to spend the entire day on display, Eve’s friend had a request:

“I’d like to change her slave-rest position, if that’s OK with you. My students are going to want to see her, so it’d be easier for her to always stand with her feet spread and her hands behind her head, if she’s not doing anything else. Otherwise we’ll have to keep ordering her to stand up.”

“Did you hear that, Servant Trish? Stand up and do as he says.”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

Trish stood in the correct position, with her legs spread and her hands behind her head.

“Today, instead of kneeling, this will be your position of deference to your superiors. You will address my friend as ‘Master Charles’. Until he returns you to the airport, you will follow his orders and his orders only.”

Eve turned to Charles: “If she is disobedient in any way, or reluctant to do something, I want a full account of the incident so I can deal with her tonight. One thing I don’t want is anyone else punishing her. She shouldn’t cause you any trouble, but if she does, just let me know.”

With that, Eve handed off her servant. Charles stopped an Island taxi and took Trish to the university. The campus was much more crowded than it had been on Sunday. Charles and the servant walked passed hundreds of young adults as they made their way to the School of Medicine. Several students wanted to take pictures of Trish, either by herself or with other people. Charles always granted permission; thus Trish’s body was fully documented on yet more cameras and cell phones.

Charles stopped to chat with several students and co-workers. Each time her temporary Master quit walking, Trish had to assume her new slave position; standing straight with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. She had to endure being the subject of several conversations and being introduced as the new model for the introductory medical examination course.

The instructor and his subject entered the School of Medicine. They walked past several doors before arriving at their destination, an auditorium-style classroom capable of seating 200 students. There was a small stage with a standard medical exam table and a gynecological examination chair. Trish noticed that the exam table had stirrups, and the leg and arm rests of the chair were equipped with restraining straps made from thick leather and sturdy metal buckles. If a subject were uncooperative, she could be immobilized. There were two cameras on the stage: a video camera and a still camera, both of which were mounted on tripods.

Charles ordered Trish to stand in front of a light blue background that had lines to measure a subject’s height. He positioned the still camera and its tripod to take a series of professional medical portraits of his model. He ordered Trish to pose for eight photos with her hands at her sides: from the front, from the back, from each side, and from 45-degree angles. He ordered the servant to raise her hands above her head and took eight more pictures. He ordered her to stand with her left arm at her side and her right arm sticking straight out and took an additional eight pictures from the different angles. He repeated the eight-picture series with Trish squatting, sitting on a stool, and then sitting on the floor. Finally, he ordered the subject to stand in front of the examination table and put her hands behind her head.

Students started coming into the class as Charles was finishing with his photos. He took his place at a lectern and looked through his presentation while the classroom filled. About two-thirds of the students were male and one-third female. Because of the heat in the room, the doors remained open and anyone passing by could look inside. Once the seats were filled, the instructor greeted the group.

“Today we will begin our series on the female human body. We will start with the general check-up. Our course will continue with a live demonstration of the female reproductive system and a look at the female’s genitalia.”

Charles ordered Trish to get on the exam table and sit, facing the audience.

“We’ll start out by doing a general check-up. We’ll be taking the patient’s temperature, collect specimens, and finally will look her over more thoroughly. We’ll check her head to toe: her vitals, her physical fitness, blood pressure, and heartbeat. We’ll check her reflexes, eyes, hearing, and then finally look for any lesions, cysts, signs of breast cancer, vaginal infections, polyps, hemorrhoids, yeast… the works.”

With that the examination began. An assistant turned on the video camera and started filming, careful not to block anyone’s view of the examination table. The video was projected onto a screen that had been lowered when Trish had been facing forward.

Charles started with a typical medical exam. He ordered the subject to cough, took her pulse and blood pressure, looked down her throat, shined lights into her ears and eyes, and checked her reflexes. He noted the faint scars from her various piercings and asked her at length about her medical history. She responded as honestly as she could remember, knowing that she’d face Eve’s whip that night if she refused. Charles then told her to lie on her back and checked her digestive system by pressing their fingers into her intestines. He pressed her uterus and commented about her depilation as the camera focused on her bare vulva.

Charles moved to checking Trish’s breasts and looked for lumps. He moved his fingers in circles around Trish’s breasts and lymph nodes, in a serious effort to find any problems. He continued by telling her to get on her knees and elbows on the table. She complied, turning her bottom towards the students and assuming the required position. The instructor ordered her to spread her knees, and arch her back, forcing her to lewdly expose herself to everyone in the room. She felt a gloved hand touch her bottom and a fingertip gently spread Vaseline over her sphincter. Her examiner let her wait a moment before inserting the thermometer. He wanted to allow his patient’s anticipation to build before the glass rod made its way inside her.

The students were given time to make additional notes in their charts while Trish remained on her elbows and knees and the thermometer stayed in place inside her backside. Everyone was looking at her. Charles, who was having fun embarrassing his friend’s slave, decided to prolong her ordeal.

“I don’t think we got a good reading. Let me shake it down and we’ll try again.”

Again the fingertip gently massaged her sphincter, and again the thermometer made its way inside. She held her position for several minutes before the thermometer slid back out.

“Alright, that reading was good. Your temperature’s normal, but your heart rate seems a bit high.”

Trish thought to herself: yeah… my heart rate is high. I wonder why that would be, you perverted fuck.

The instructor changed gloves and again lubricated the fingertip.

“Next we’ll do a rectal exam, and then we’ll move the patient to the chair.”

Charles slid his finger deep inside Trish’s bottom and began exploring her insides. The instructor pulled out his finger, but instructed her to stay in position so he could wipe her clean. The gentle touches of the cool wipe cleared away the remnants of her temperature taking and exam.

Trish moved to the gynecological chair. She placed her legs in the stirrups and found her body even more exposed than before. Charles buckled the straps to make sure she stayed in place during the demonstration. As she felt the fans blowing warm air against her vagina, Trish looked around and noticed everyone in the room continuing to stare at her.

She now had a problem. The extreme exposure and humiliation had aroused her. Her breathing shuddered and was irregular and her entire private area became very wet.

“You will notice this subject is sexually aroused. It is more common than people realize and is perfectly natural. We’ll take care of it before we continue.”

Take care of it?

Charles ordered Trish to close her eyes. Then he blindfolded her. She heard the footsteps of several people coming close to her. Then, all over her skin she felt the light touches of several sets of fingertips. The touches explored her entire body, seeking her most vulnerable and sensitive areas. She felt the light caresses on her face, her lips, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, and finally her exposed pelvis. The touches were tentative and teasing, leaving her desperate for more. It was obvious that whoever was touching her knew what they were doing and that an orgasm was not far off. Soon she was moaning in desperation as a series of light touches centered on massaging the juices of her arousal. As she came close to climaxing the smell of her orgasm permeated the entire room.

A fingertip expertly teased her clitoris and forced her to climax. Perspiration covered her body as she shuddered and moaned from the delicious feeling of all those hands on her body, and especially that one expert hand between her legs that was guiding her through such exquisite joy. There was not a hint of pride or self-control in her as she spread herself desperately wanting that orgasm to continue. The physical sensations she was enjoying filled every thought in her head and momentarily took over her entire world.

Finally the spell broke and the orgasm came to an end. Trish remained in her chair, her legs spread wide and her body on display to the camera and everyone in the room. She was exhausted and reeked from sweat and sexual arousal. She felt like she had just had a bizarre dream. For the moment her brain was unable to accept the reality that she had been forced to have an orgasm in front of 200 medical students.

Trish’s examiner took off her blindfold and went back to work.

“OK, everyone, here’s where any mystery about what’s between the woman’s legs stops.”

Charles changed medical gloves and took his position next to Trish. After measuring her pulse and heartbeat, he began by inspecting the subject’s lower abdomen. He noted the scar from her piercing and discussed the strange custom that recently had become popular in the US. The students, especially the women, cringed at the thought of doing something like that to a clitoris. The instructor made another comment about the depilation, but added that the subject did not have any other abnormalities. The final comment that he made was that, from the general appearance of the patient’s genitalia, she had been sexually active.

Trish’s examiner moved to a visual inspection of the soft folds of her vulva and the opening of her vagina, carefully examining for any problems. He calmly separated Trish’s labia minora and labia majora to examine the hymen, urethral opening, and opening to her vagina. He noted the size of her clitoris and the development of her labia minora and majora. He made a final comment:

“Over-all condition of Servant Trish Bousquet’s external vaginal region indicates a previous high level of sexual activity. The patient acknowledges daily sexual contact with multiple male partners, as well as less frequent episodes of self-stimulation via contact between her fingers and her clitoris.”

“So far, so good. So now you know what I’d be expecting from the external pelvic exam. Now for the internal pelvic exam.”

Charles snapped his fingers at an intern and pointed at a bowl of warm water containing a speculum. The intern passed the bowl and its scary-looking contents to the instructor, who reached in and took the device. He gently inserted it into Trish and opened it to expose her cervix. He shined a light to illuminate that intimate part of the patient, and instructed the assistant with the video camera to move close for a good shot.

Charles continued: “The area is examined for ulcerations, cysts, bleeding, enlargements, or menstrual discharge. The positioning of the cervix is also noted. Now, if we were in a doctor’s office, the next step would be to scrape some sample cells with a swab.”

Charles slowly pulled out the speculum. He checked for any inflammation or other problems and handed the speculum back to his assistant. He took off his gloves and made some notes about the condition of Trish’s cervix and further evidence of the subject’s frequent sexual activity. Charles put on a new pair of medical gloves and lubricated his fingertips. He inserted two fingers into Trish’s vagina and with his other hand palpated and pressed down on her lower abdomen. Trish felt some uncomfortable pressure as Charles searched for her various organs.

“OK, now for the fun part.”

Charles changed gloves yet again, lubricated the fingertips of his right hand, and inserted a finger up Trish’s bottom and another into her vagina. Leaving his fingers in place, he turned to his audience:

“You will complete the bimanual exam by checking the condition of muscles that separate the vagina and rectum. With the index finger in the vagina and the middle finger in the rectum, you can more accurately feel the posterior surface of the uterus, cervical ligaments, the ovaries, and the side walls of the pelvis. You will note the shape of the rectum as you remove your finger.”

Charles pulled out his fingers and held up the one that had been in Trish’s bottom. He continued: “Feces that adhere to the gloves are examined for mucous or blood, because you’re also looking for rectal disorders.”

Charles finished by casually cleaning his subject’s vulva and anus and making some final notes. He unbuckled the straps and ordered her to stand facing the class, her hands behind her head and her feet spread. The operator of the video camera focused on Trish’s face and projected her dazed expression onto the screen.

“I want to thank my friend, Officer Eve Bousquet, for lending us this servant so we could have today’s live demonstration. That’s it for today, but remember you’ll be tested on this material next Monday. After 4:00 the video and photos from this class will be available on the Department of Medicine website. Make sure you download them for study. Also, if you’re interested, there are demonstrations and photos from previous classes uploaded in the archive section. Make sure you study chapters 14 and 18. Most of Monday’s exam will be out of those two chapters.”

Trish remained standing with her hands behind her head and her feet spread apart as the students left the room. Some of the students approached the stage to talk to their professor or to have a closer look at the servant. Several male students took pictures of her with digital cameras and cell phones. A couple of the photographers even went behind to get pictures of her backside. There were conversations, including a couple of comments comparing the American with the demonstration subject for the previous semester’s class, who was an Islander.

As the professor chatted with his students, Trish mulled over what he had said at the end of his presentation. The entire medical examination was going to be posted on the Internet: both the photos and the video. Not only were 200 students going to download all those pictures, but apparently the university maintained pictures from all medical demonstrations in a permanent archive section. So… the humiliating experience was about to become public domain and remain permanently available for download. Trish suspected that, because the university medical department was a public institution, access to its website and archives was open to anyone, not just university students.

The pictures from the medical examination were only a small fraction of the photos that had been taken of Trish’s naked body over the past month. She knew that many of those photos already were posted on the Internet. Most certainly Eve’s photographer friend in Gannet Cove would have posted high-resolution copies of the figure study series on his professional website. Many other photos taken by passers-by would enter the public domain via blogs and social networks, and from there pass on to the broader web.

Trish wondered what her Mistress had done with the pictures she had taken of her. The servant had noticed that Eve liked to surf photo-sharing sites and download pictures of naked women. She also maintained a blog, in which she posted pictures of the Island and commented about local customs and politics. Given that Eve was so proud of her purchase and wanted to show her off to the entire Island, it would be logical that she was doing the same on the Internet. Undoubtedly she had posted all those photos on both the blog and the picture-sharing sites, so that her on-line friends could see her “little sex-pot”.

Trish wondered if her university friends or ex-boyfriends had seen any of the photos. As for her aunt Beatrice, it was certain at the very least she had seen Eve’s blog. She hated to imagine her aunt and cousins looking at images of her naked body and her collar; gloating over her predicament. However, she realized there was no point in worrying about the photos and public exposure, because there was nothing she could do about it. Even if the government of Santa Eduviges released her the next day, the damage already was done. There were thousands of photos of Trish Bousquet floating around the Internet; featuring her exposed body in every possible pose and every setting imaginable.

* * *

Charles took Trish to the airport a few minutes later. He sat with Eve in the airport café, drinking rum and discussing a couple of former classmates. Trish knelt next to her Mistress. Throughout the conversation the Mistress caressed her servant’s shoulders and ran her fingers through her hair.

Eve asked how the class went and whether Trish behaved herself. Then she asked some questions about the class and the examination, to which Charles responded, “If you’re curious about the class, it’s all online. My assistant uploaded all the pictures and video.”

Charles asked if he could borrow the servant again in a couple of weeks for another class. Of course, Eve told him, there was no problem.

Charles then mentioned that a professor from the art department wanted to borrow Trish for use as a model in several life-drawing and photography classes. Again, Eve consented.

“Just tell him to call me. He’ll have to send someone to the airport to pick her up, but I’d be fine with lending her to the Art Department. The only think I’d ask is that he email me copies of any pictures he takes of her.”

* * *

That night, Trish had to bathe her Mistress and, as usual, massage her before putting her face between her legs and giving her an orgasm. After the round of sex, Eve had Trish kneel and spent a couple of minutes playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples.

“You’re doing very well, Servant Trish. I think you’re adapting just fine. All of my friends tell me the same thing; that you are so sexy and they are all envious. You see… it’s not that difficult to make me happy. All you have to do is be obedient. I tell you to do something, and you do it. Simple and easy for both of us. Yes?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

With that, the Mistress told her servant to clean up and go to bed. She then logged onto the Internet and downloaded the entire collection of high-resolution pictures from the medical examination. She re-posted a few of the better images on her blog and provided a link for anyone who was curious to see the others. She posted more of the medical pictures on the photo-sharing sites. She went through several batches of other recently-posted photos of her servant and noted, with deep satisfaction, that photos posted only days before had thousands of hits, hundreds of downloads, and dozens of comments.

End of part 3

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