which were imposed upon her. Her hands, nearly always tied, were untied only in order to make her accomplish a menial task. And her knees were sore with prostrating herself in front of Miss von Berner or Bridget.

As for the punishments, they rained hard upon her. She was often whipped, spanked or slapped.

She had fully realized that she had no other course left open than to submit and that any attempt to escape was impossible. So, she got resigned to her lot with absolute passivity, but, all the while, she was in deep sorrow. In the course of eight day, she had lost the habit of speaking without being asked a question or to do any gesture without being given an order. Only one thing mattered now for her — to serve and satisfy her mistress. Dorothea von Berner, by means of her beauty as wall as her energy, had captured entirely the soul of her slave. She had made of her a thing without a will of her own completely malleable and as obedient as a bitch. But that did not satisfy entirely the terrible governess: in spite of Mabel's passivity, she invented every day a new torture and a new way of reminding the girl of the discipline under which she was a prisoner.

She also watched with great care her slave's health. Thus, she had decreed that Mabel should take a purgative injection twice a week, and that was another occasion for humiliating the English girl.

Upon the governess's order, the girl was laid down on the bed all naked on her stomach and with her feet and hands tied to the legs of the bed. Then Bridget arrived and prepared Mabel to receive her injection: she dipped her forefinger into a pot of vaseline, went up to her victim, drew apart her buttocks in a brisk gesture before plunging her finger; into the hole. In spite of the fact that her most intimate parts were continually handled by her torturers, Mabel always felt awful when her naked buttocks were offered to the sight and sarcasm of her mistresses. Brutally, Bridget plunged for finger smeared with vaseline down the girl's orifice, She left the finger inside, moving it around and plunging it as deeply as she could, and torturing the girl in this way as arrived.

For the governess reserved herself the pleasure much as she could until Dorothea von Berner first injection, of normal size and shape, but, of introducing the nozzle. This had been, for the gradually, after each injection, the mistress used a bigger one.

'Your behind must become more accessible,' she said laughing to the frightened slave. 'I want to be able to drive into it with the greatest of ease any object I wish.'

Now the nozzle was the size of a candle and, driven inside for a good length, it distended painfully Mabel's inner flesh, penetrated her, raped her, as it were.

Naturally, the poor slave was not allowed to scream or even to moan during the whole operation. She submitted to her torture stoically, with her lips sealed on her pain and shame.

Four pints of hot water mixed with glycerine were then introduced into the so-called patient's body. This very hot liquid penetrated into the girl's bowels, causing her exquisite sufferings. Then, as if reluctantly, Dorothea took off the nozzle.

'And now, the cork!' the governess ordered.

That was another refinement of cruelty. Into the intimate orifice of the heiress, Bridget drove as far as she could a big cork, in order to prevent the girl from having any relief until the prescribed time. Over the cork, Mabel had to put on one of those pairs of hermetical rubber drawers atrociously tight and crushing her bruised buttocks.

Then she had to get up, get dressed and do her work as if nothing had happened. She felt an awful stomach-ache, but it was only two or three hours later that she was led to the toilet. In the presence of her two torturers she had to uncork herself with the greatest difficulty and to let go at last, under the laugh and jokes of the governess and chambermaid.

It can be easily appreciated that this injection was for the girl a cruel and humiliating experience.

But it was but one episode out of her existence of a re-educated heiress, since her life was but a tissue of humiliations and cruelties.

When Dorothea von Berner deemed that her slave had reached a degree of degradation and submission that was suitable, she bade the slave to appear before her presence and told her:

'I hope that within yourself there is no velocity of resistance or pride left and that your re-education in beginning to have the desired results? Answer!'

'Oh, you're right. Mistress,' the girl muttered. 'I am submissive and obedient to your orders, I am your slave.'

She was on her knees and kept her downcast eyes on her mistress's tiny feet.

'Very well,' Dorothea went on. 'It seems to me that now you have reached a suitable degree of submissive-ness and that I can modify your time-table. Oh, don't feel glad about it! you will continue to be kept in discipline and your stays will be more and more tight, and your will keep the same diet. But I have thought that now you can also act as my chambermaid, or rather 'chamber slave'. It don't like being served by an ordinary maid. What I want is a humiliated and trembling girl whom I can order about as I please and whom I can whip when the work hasn't been done to my satisfaction, and that, you can understand, cannot be demanded from a free woman — only from a slave. As you are a slave, you will be my maid. You will dress and undress me, you will wait upon me at table and you will follow me around always like a dog, understand?'

Brutally, she seized Mabel by the ears. 'Go ahead, tell me that you will be happy to be my chamber slave and that it's an honour for you! Say it!'

'Oh, yes, Mistress, I shall be very happy about it and it will be an honour for me to be your chamber slave,' Mabel repeated docilely, red with shame.

'That's fine. Your service will begin tomorrow morning.'

Indeed, on the following day, after Bridget had supervised the slave's washing and dressing, the chambermaid obliged Mabel to put on a pretty lace apron and, on her head, a charming maid's-cap which suited her blonde complexion to perfection.

At nine o'clock, Mabel entered her governess's room, bearing the breakfast tray. According to the orders she had received she knelt down in front of the bed and respectfully waited till the beautiful Dorothea awoke.

Then she had to be used a table, holding the tray at arms' length for her mistress to eat out of. 'Your functions of chambermaid don't exempt you from the inspection of jour underclothes,' her mistress said. 'Stand up and show them to me!'

Mabel lifted up her skirt and silk underskirt with both hands, showing her varnished strap well adjusted between her thighs and her stomach impeccably moulded in a pretty pair of pale green silk panties fixed to her stays with forty mother-of-pearl buttons.

'Have you been punished this morning?' asked Dorothea.

'Yes, Mistress, while Her Ladyship was taking off my night-sack I made a false move and slightly tore the material of the sack. Her Ladyship then gave me ten lashes with a horsewhip on my bare bottom and I thanked her humbly.'

'She did well to punish you,' the governess said severely, 'and what corset did she put on you to-day? A tighter one than yesterday, I hope?'

'Yes, Mistress. A black varnished leather corset measuring thirteen inches round the waist.'

'Hare you got the impression that it makes your bottom stand out?'

'Oh, yes, Mistress! When my corset is drawn tight as Mistress desires, my bottom is much bigger.'

The beautiful Dorothea listened to those confessions with a kind of sadistic joy.

'Turn round!' she ordered.

The girl obeyed and presented her enormous bottom insolently offered to her mistress's sight thanks to the tight corseting. With her lorgnette the governess inspected at length the buttocks.

'Your panties make a fold on the left buttock! Smooth it out by pulling the material between your buttocks!.. But, my word, you haven't buttoned yourself well! So you don't know yet how to put on your panties as you should! You deserve to be whipped!'

Taking hold of her horsewhip she gave two violent lashes on the legs of her slave.

'Go on, now, to work! You're going to bath me! Carry me to the bath-room!'

Mabel tried to obey but her mistress was too heavy for her adolescent arms. She had to give up, to Miss von Berner's great spite. She then thought up the idea of putting Mabel on all fours, then she sat on top of her and obliged the poor slave to carry her on horseback all the way to the bathroom, stimulating her with violent strokes of her heels.

The governess's bath was a delicate operation. Never before had Dorothea appeared naked before Mabel. The girl was awed with admiration in front of the magnificent body, so feminine in its plenitude, with supple limbs,

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