The assistant ordered Trish to resume her standing position, facing the audience with her hands behind her head. The servant's face was beet red from humiliation and her eyes were full of tears. She tried staring at the floor, but Eve snapped at her to stand straight and keep her chin up. It was very clear that the men sitting in the café had enjoyed the demonstration. Trish remained standing while Eve discussed her enema and forced vomiting, with photos, of course. Some of the men, the ones who had been present when Trish was taken outside and forced to expel her pellets in the car wash, cruelly smiled.Eve's commander took over, explaining how to profile drug swallowers. "With the Lisbon flight we have to do a better job, and we have to be honest about our misses and near-misses. This is important, and I can't over-emphasize how important. It's not just about the good of the country. It's also for the good of the National Police. Don't forget that every drug courier we arrest, we ca
Finally, there were photos. It seemed that Islanders really liked taking pictures of themselves with naked servants. Almost everyone, including the outgoing commander, wanted photos, some with just one servant, and some with all of them. Trish, because she was so unusual, was the favorite of the four slaves present in the room. The young male was the second most favorite; almost as popular as the American. He was still running around with an erection, which the women working for the airport security unit thought was hilarious.Finally the gathering ended and the duty officers returned to work. The servants also had to return to work, while the café workers relaxed and ate what was left over from the cops' lunch. They watched and took pictures as the four collared criminals cleaned the tables and washed the dishes ... by hand, because supposedly the dishwasher wasn't working.It's strange how experiences change a person's perspective on life. As she scrubbed plate after plate, Trish th
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
"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 m
"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 e-mailed 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 plen
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
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. T
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! "T