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The temporal machine worked well but Agnès was not so young. And he was not. But he was Prince of Europa and that gave him the needed resistance. But Agnès ! A slave ! A woman ! He was attached to her. The best house-keeper he never had. She was very bad-tempered and she had a calculating mischievousness. But she was efficient in her slave practice. The Prince knew what made her tick. By virtue of her office she had a lot of power, including to read his personnal mails. The Prince knew that Agnès knew all about Helen and his mission in the Chile in 1984. He could imagine the game that Agnès would play. She would disembark from the machine dressed as a pleasure slave. She would simper, she would play the foolish. She would transport enormous luggages, with unanswerable reasons. He would let her play her game. But this evening he would punish her and he would rape her. He knew that she would act to be forced. That she would act to be whipped. The whip carried in her enormous luggage. The cavern was suddenly lit up. An unbearable light. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the carrying bubble was here.
Agnès did everything to make him angry. A steamer trunk ! Enormous. His men was packed near the trunk and Agnès was sat on the half seat with her high-crossed legs.
He had observed that his men were speaking to her as she was a free person, that they werevery attentive towards her. He knew the flowers she received. It was not a sexe affair. Agnès was registered as "IL" (intellectual labor). Nobody was allowed to use her as a pleasure slave. Furthermore, the Prince knew her sapphic tendancy and that he was the only man she accepted. An enigma. That he would need to solve one day. comme une vierge et plus rouée que la plus rouée
des catins… The Finance Minister would jump up into the air. No... Yes. A slit pantyhose.
The Prince wondered if she knew what he saw while she was climbing down the ladder. "Agnès, you are a cow. You know that I have nothing
from 10 days and you are arriving dressed in this way", he
thought with an exquisite pain bulging his leather pants. - Do you know the price of a temporal travel ? And the energy used
to carry all your trunks ? - But it is my own trunk ! Yes Master. I am just a slave and I have not personal property. - And it's the reason you erased my name on the labels ? - Master, with this little skirt I put on, if I wear stockings,
it makes me look like a streetwalker. I must show that I am worthy
in front of you and in front of your slaves... - Mylord, she doesn't take orders from anyone, except you. Or your wife. - And Mylord... it is... Well, she gives the using forms. If we
want to rap... to use a slave, we have to ask her permission. responsible for the slaves' health. She signed these forms allowing a guard to use the choosen slave. She could as she pleased, declare that a slave was out of action. She hold them. He burst out laughing. - Let's go, unload the Lady's luggages and carry them to the car. All the men started to laugh and it reduced the strain accumulated by the danger. The men jumped back the car, Agnès sat down in the cabin, near her Master.
He did not touch her so long ago. " He... he knew about the slit pantyhose... Oh Master ! You
animal ! You knew ! "
"I am the bitch of my Master" she thought while the beginnings of the orgasm made her shake like a branch of a willow in the wind. |
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- Do you realy live here ? In that hovel ? You my Master? You a Prince ?
- I'm hidding. I'm not in my land. The Prince of this country has barbarian ways. More than you can imagine. I believe you, Master. Because you are obliged to live here. They stopped in front of this lost hotel. Joaquim kept his words. he found a car and this refuge, near Colonia Dignidad. The prince had inspected the neighborhood, searched the flaws in the security system of Colonia. He knew what he had to do. But it needed a woman. And Agnès was the woman.
He explained his plan. - Master. Do you mind if I speak ? You see a pretty girl and all you think about is to screw her. If the stupid girl is putting herself in danger, you are going to her rescue. - Agnès, you go too far. - I know my Master. But I know also that you are going to ask me a favor. Something that is not in my servitude contract. Do I make a mistake ?. - You're right Agnès. I need you. And it will be dangerous. - I understood it, Master. You know that I am yours. You know that I can give my life to you. But you have to be prepared to pay for it. - Agnès, you count every things you give me ! I... It's the reason why you like me, Master. I accept all you want, Agnès. I listen to you. This slave beseechs you to rape her. This slave hopes that the remembrance of this rape helps her in the danger. - Is it the price I have to pay ? - Yes Master. - Well. While we are talking about price, I have some remarcks to do about some impudent slave. - Oh Master. You too count every things! You... - Slave, inroduce yourself ! Agnès makes her submissive. The Master's voice spoke. But she won. The Master was going to rape her. In a pleasnt way. With some anger. But with many pleasure.
She undressed her. Slowly. Her fur jacket first.
Her skirt next. - I'll remember the corset. It's fine. - Yes Master. The surgeons made all you want. They implanted the radio-tracer and the neuro-paralizer gaz capsule. - It's to help you, if you had problems. - Then they make that, Master. All that... hairs. I am ashamed, Master, to introduce myself, very hairy in front of you. - It's just to hide your servitude barcode. - I know Master, but I'm ashamed to not be naked in front of you. As she hoped, the Prince came to her. But, after, nothing happened as she was waiting for. First the Prince tied her wrist to her corset so now she could not take no manual initiative.
Then he slid his caane betwen her thighs, caressing slowly. The Prince was watching Agnès, her eyes, her face, her skin. When he saw her near the pleasure, he stopped suddenly. Agnès did not understand. She would want he granted the orgasm to her , but he let her on the road side. And now he was inspecting her pubic hair. This hair he has ordored and that made her feel so ashameed. - Good job. The marck is quite invisible.
She was waiting for the delivrance, the permission to come. But the Prince had another plan. She was kneeled, with the cane in the mouth, in front of the trunk and the label she erased.   - I am going to have a supper. When I'll come back, I'll perhaps think to finish what I start. You, insolent slave, you stay here, on your knees, in front of your misdeed. And don't lose the cane! When the Prince came back, Agnès had not moved. Her knees hurt but she was too proud to tell it. Anyway she could not say a word. The Prince forced a plug into her mouth to keep her silent. - Bend over, you slave, he ordered, before he drove a plug into her bottom and another one into her sexe. Agnès was trashed as never she had been trashed. In spite of the plug in her mouth, she was counting the strokes raining on her buttock, on the plugs.
When Agnès had counted 50, sobbing, the Prince threw her on the bed, wedged her head between the bars, wrung back her arm and started to take her. It was a savage rape. The Prince was like a rutting tiger, he didn't give Agnès any rest.She was taken, like an unwitting slave rapped to be broken.
When the Prince had used the Agnès's ass and cunt, when he was nearly satisfied, he kneeled her and forced her mouth until he found again his virility (fortunately there is a cushion, you f... she thought). Later, while Agnès isolated herself in the toilets, the Prince came to explain what he expected from her. - Oh Master ! May a poor rapped slave have some private moments ? To repair the damages ? - Be quiet, slave ! And listen carefully !
Agnès had to go to the Colonia Dignidad, passing herself off as a battered woman. She had to apply for a job. And she had to try to obtain informations about Helen. The tracer, she had in her, will relay them. Agnès was ready for anything and she accepted. But she yelled when she saw the clothes, the prince had chosen. - But, but, I look like a low cast citizen ! That dress is hiddeously ugly... and that bra ! And that... thing, that shoes !!!
- Agnès ! You have to pass yourself off as a country girl ! - Does a country girl wear rags ? Agnès argued, the Prince so. The story will not say how the Prince do to convince his slave housekeeper. At last Agnès agreed to dress herself in this way, that degrading way. And the Prince drove her near the gates pf Colonia. |
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Agnès explained her situation to the guards of Colonia: that her husband beat her; that she was afraid of him; that she ran away from home; that she was looking for work and asking Colonia Dignidad for refuge. They drove her in a sort of interrogation room.
Agnès was waiting for a long time in this sordid room. She knew that she was observed through the two-way mirror. So she put up with the delay, quietly sat on the little stool. The noise of the opening door made her start.
Two men came in, a guard with a black uniform and a man with a two-piece suit. - What's your name ? the man asked. Instinctively, Agnès introduced herself as a slave has to do, spreading her thighs, crossing her hands back and bendind her head forward. - My name is Agnès Garcia, Mister. - Ah ah, she's a whore, Mister. Look at her opened legs. - I'm not a whore, Mister. I run off my home. My husband beat me. They told me that I could find a job here. The man look at her closely... - We'll exam your case this evening. In public. The Colonia's workers will decide if they accept your request or not.
Agnès felt that her arms were bent back, that her wrists were bound. - Sure you was a whore, but now you are too old. Agnès, offended, was going to protest but a slap silented her. The man tore her dress...
- The sentenced persons have to be naked in front of their judges ! Lieutenant, prepare her and put her on display on the Punishment Place. - You don't have the right, I am... The guard shouted " Shut up, bitch" and punch Agnès's belly harshly. She collapsed down, her breath away, a blow on her head made her lose consciousness. When she came round, the guard was on her.
He was raping her. It was not the first time that Agnès was raped. But, every times, it was somebody having rights on her. Now it was a stranger. She didn't belong to him and he was using her. She was deeply appaled but she thought about her mission, she thought about the Prince. Then she closed her eyes and she let him finish his little business. Agnès was afraid, very afraid. After he raped her, the guard pushed her towards the door with kicks and lashes. Now she was kneeling on the Punishments Place, a rope around her neck, her wrists bound. The guard was here in front of her. He gave an order: - Haul up that slut.
Agnès felt the rope tightening, around her neck... - Oh my Master, they are going to hang me ! She succeeded in standing up, relieving the pain. She breathed deeply. But, quickly, her feet did not touch the ground.
Agnès was moaning, trying desesperately to breath.
Then her feet touched something, she could find a foothold.
On the tiptoe. - See you tonight, whore. You'll be tried. Agnès passed the day like that, balancing on the tiptoe, breathing with difficulty. The sun was hard and burnt her skin but she was shivering with cold. With cold ? Or with fear ? Sometimes a cramp stabbed her thight, her leg, her toes. She tried to relieve the numb member standing on one leg. Hard job. One of these men wearing dungaree, with a neck collar and staring into space, came sometimes to water her.
Agnès tried to pick up some drops to slake her thirst.
And the evening came. Agnès could see peoples gathering in front of the gibbet, lining up silently. Suddenly the hard light of the spotlights pinned her on the high barbed walls. The man with the suit, the director of Colonia, approached, with a guard. A woman wearing a ridiculous bavarian maid uniform, heavily made-up, followed them carrying two big bier mugs. In spite of the make-up, in spite of the blond hairs, Agnès recognized her. It was Helen. As the others workers, she was staring into space. The director started to speak: - Ladies and gentlemen ! I know that you are exhausted but happy to have fervently worked for the good of our community. However this evening, we have to pass sentence. We have to decide if we accommodate with us this woman strayed
on the path of sin. Her intentions are underhand. She wants to bring the misfortune into our community. Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to give the punishment. The obnoxious criminal have to pay.
Agnès understood that these mad people were going to hang her up. She had to use the gaz capsule though she was in a perilous situation. The rope going to hang her was not tied now and a man was holding it. When he would faint, he would loosen his grip. Agnès bit the capsule inserted in one of her molars. "My Master, please hurry up..."
There was a bitter smell, a perfum of jasmin. The doctor, the people, coughed, swayed and fell down. The rope became taut then slack . Agnès lost her precariously balance and fell down. She saw the spotlight coming to her quickly, succeeded to avoid it. Her head knocked the ground, she passed out. |
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