Mabel

useless.

Then the governess took Mabel at the foot of a tree the branches of which were pretty low. She made the slave lift up her manacled hands above her head and fixed them to a branch with a solid cord.

'Bridget, give me the mouse-traps!' Dorothea ordered.

Mabel's face became convulsed. 'Mistress,' she moaned, 'no, not that, please!'

'Silence, slave! I do what I please and you have nothing to say!'

The sadistic young woman then drew apart the opening of the panties and put the month of the mouse-trap against it, letting the mice drop down the hole one after the other. The girl's howls pleased the who women enormously. Dorothea carefully buttoned up the opening of Mabel's panties so that no exit was left for the imprisoned mice — neither upwards, since the drawers were buttoned on to the corset, nor down, since the legs were drawn tight with elastics. Mabel so howled with fright that Dorothea had to slap her face to make her be silent.

'These two mice are going to stay in your panties for two hours, until dinner time,' she announced, 'that will teach you to be less afraid of them from now on! Come, Bridget, we shall come back in an hour to see how Mabel is faring.'

The two women walked away. Trembling and pale with fright, the girl remained alone, tied to the tree by her uplifted manacled wrists. In the bottom of her drawers she felt an awful bustle. The mice, frightened and half stifling, were desperately seeking an exit which they never found. They clung and clawed with their small legs and now climbed along Mabel's abdomen, now along her buttocks. Then they fell back to the bottom of her panties and that was more awful still for the girl felt them on her femininity or in the narrow valley of her anus. She whined, screamed and fidgeted frenetically as if she were having a fit of St Vitus's dance. But her movements had the opposite effect and only served to frighten and excite still more the poor animals. The mice, in their frantic efforts, even tried to gnaw through the coarse material of the panties but to was too strong for their efforts.

One hour later, Dorothea and Bridget came back to see their victim and were very much amused at the sight of her movements and frightened mimics. Then, weary of the spectacle, they walked back to the castle.

What a terrible torture! Mabel did not manage to calm herself. For two terribly long hours she had to endure the awful scratching of the imprisoned creatures. Her nerves were beginning to be at the and of their resistance. She was pale and shaken with shudders. Then the bell announcing that dinner was ready chimed and Bridget came to release Mabel, She took of her panties, killed the mice which wanted to escape, then took her to the governess. The latter, comfortably sitting in the drawing-room, was sipping a glass of port wine. Mabel went down on her knees.

'Well, Mabel,' Dorothea said, mocking, 'you will no longer be afraid of mice, will you?'

'Oh, no, Mistress, I promise you.'

'Apologize for having been afraid and thank me for this good punishment.'

'I beg your pardon, Mistress, and thank yon!'

'That's good! Kiss my feet and go to your room with Bridget to change your panties!'

Submissive and still trembling the girl followed the chambermaid.

After dinner, which she served to her mistress, Mabel was again taken to the sitting-room.

'Mabel,' Dorothea told her, 'I won't need your services until eleven to-night Until that time you will be Bridget's slave and domestic servant, for you mustn't forger that you also belong to her. So you shall go to her and put yourself at her disposal like a nice girl. And you must obey her and satisfy her if you don't want your big buttocks punished, understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good. Now, go!'

Mabel, with her face crisped with shame went to the servants' quarters. It was a real torture to her to put herself at the service of that woman whom she bated.

Bridget had just finished her work and was preparing to go to bed.

'What are you doing here?' she asked the slave. In a hard voice, Mabel knelt down at her feet. 'Mistress has ordered me to put myself at the disposal of Her Ladyship and be Her domestic until eleven to-night.'

The vulgar face of the maid lit up in a wicked smile.

'Ah, that's fine, it's good that you should learn to serve me too! And beware of the whip if you aren't perfect slave! Follow me to my room!'

She went up the stairs, followed by Mabel, trembling. She had in her hand a leather horsewhip which she ominously moved through the air with ominous whistling sounds.

Never before had the girl been in Bridget's room. Situated on the last floor, it was comfortable but furnished with vary bad taste. There was a smell of cheap perfume in the air.

Some bold drawings were pinned to the walls and there were also a few autographed photos of men, probably former lovers.

'On your knees!' Bridget ordered in a dry tone. 'A slave must be on her knees in the room of her mistress.'

She was sitting on her bed and looking despisingly down at Mabel.

'The parts have changed, haven't they?' she laughed, 'You're more than just my chambermaid-you're my slave, a slave whom I order about with whiplashes, and I can ask you to do anything I fancy.'

She thought for a few moments what she was going to order her slave to do.

'Take off your dress and underskirt!' she ordered. 'I want you to be in stays and panties to serve me, so that I can whip you better.'

Mabel complied. Half undressed she offered a strange hour-glass silhouette, with her waist tightened to the utmost in the varnished leather corset, her naked breasts jutting out, as well as her buttocks upon which the silk of her panties was drawn taut without a single fold.

'And now,' the chambermaid went on, 'you're going to take off my shoes with your teeth!'

Prostrated in front of the demanding maid, Miss Sunway reluctantly took between her teeth the high beds of Bridget's booties and tugged at them in turn until they were both off, then — also with her mouth — she shod her with slippers.

'Stand up!' Bridget then ordered, 'and follow me to the toilet!'

In the small toilet, she told her slave to remove her panties. Then, holding them, Mabel had to kneel in front of the door, waiting for her mistress to call her.

'Come in!' she heard Bridget say at last. 'You're going to attend to my intimate toilet.'

That was to much for the unfortunate heiress. She had a movement of disgust, quickly curbed by a few lashes with the horsewhip. With tears in her eyes she had to attend to the repulsive task, wipe her mistress, empty the toilet seat and clean it, and, all the while, there rang in her ears the vulgar sarcasm and laugh of her torturer.

Back in Bridget's room, Mabel, on her knees, took off Bridget's clothes. The naked body of the young woman was heavy but not without a certain attraction. The slave contemplated this body with a respect mixed with a certain fear. She felt sad and downcast, absolutely under the thumb of this insolent girl.

'I'm going to comb my hair and remove my make-up for the night,' Bridget announced, 'but I prefer Hitting on you than on a chair. Stand on all fours in front of the mirror and beware you don't make a move!'

Having obeyed, Mabel felt the servant sit heavily on top of her, crushing her back whit her heavy buttocks. For a long half hour she had to be a human seat and every time she became weak, a hard slap from Bridget made her take up her position firmly again.

'It seems you haven't been educated well enough yet,' Bridget said, standing up at last, 'but I won't go to bed without gratifying your rump with a few lashes! Take off your panties!'

'Mercy, Your Ladyship! Please don't beat me again! I haven't done anything wrong, I'm submissive and obedient. Please, don't beat me, please!'

'Silence, slave, and obey!'

Mabel had to do as she was told. Lying down full length on the carpet, she offered her bare buttocks to the chambermaid's horsewhip. With a sadistic pleasure, Bridget whipped her cruelly. Ten strokes made the already tumefied buttocks of the girl bleed.

Satisfied, Bridget at last went to bed, dressed in a black silk pyjama. Kneeling by the bed, Mabel then had to fan her mistress, lick her feet, offer her cigarettes and hold in front of her a book she was reading.