A few days later an unusual event took place — a visit at Kelingson castle, that of Eva Crimpton, a friend of Miss von Berner's who came to settle down in Scotland for an indefinite period.
Eva Crimpton wag a strange woman. Aged about forty, she must have been very beautiful, but she had let herself grow rather too fat All sorts of stories were whispered about her, and all were true. She had been at one time a singer in a "cafe-concert"; richly kept by several men, she was known by her hardness of heart and a strange sadism — she loved to see the others suffer.
After having reduced to misery a few lovers and getting rich herself, she had amassed a considerable fortune and had founded near London a girls' boarding-school which did not admit any girl but only orphans or girls of whom their parents wanted to get rid. Once in this boarding-school, the poor girls never came out of it again, for, as one can easily imagine, they were submitted to the most rigid discipline and became slaves in the hands of the plump manageress.
When the pupils came of age and had for ever lost all semblance of a personality, their destines changed. Miss Crimpton kept a few as domestic slaves, and the others were sold at very high prices to young aristocratic women who were as sadistic as Eva and who kept these girls captive in the country and used them to their cruel ends. Eva's school will be the subject of our next book.
Dorothea von Berner had at one time been a teacher in that strange school, it was Eva Crimpton who first initiated her to the perverse domination of girls and it was there that Dorothea had learned to become a fearsome governess. She was in very good terms with Eva Crimpton and that is why the latter wanting a holiday, had come to settle down in the castle, with Lord Kelingson's assent. She had arrived with numerous pieces of luggage and she drove herself a luxurious car.
Mabel Sunway, absorbed in domestic work, had not seen her arrive. It was only when Eva was installed that Miss von Berner called Mabel to the drawing-room.
Mabel felt surprise and shame to see her mistress talking amicably with an unknown woman. She stared with terror at this majestic and heavy person sitting on the sofa. Miss Crimpton, very elegant and dressed in black silk, was wearing numerous jewels. Her face was heavily made up and still had remnants of a great beauty, Her eyes were of a wonderful light grey colour, her nose small, her mouth sensual and with a lot of lipstick on; her auburn hair was admirably coiffured; and the skin of her neck and arms seemed that of a young girl so white, milky and soft it looked.
"Come near us, Mabel," Dorothea said in a dry-tone, "and salute Madam! Go on your knees and kiss her feet! Go on, quick!"
Frightened, the girl obeyed like an automaton. She stepped up to the fat woman who wan looking at her with contempt through a lorgnette; she knelt down and kissed Eva's varnished shoes.
"This," the governess said, "is the girl I talked to you about. Needles to say, as a good slave she will do anything you may want her to do and she will obey you with utter submission."
With the tip of her shoe, Miss Crimpton obliged Mabel to lift up her head.
"Very pretty, indeed, a charming slave, I congratulate you, Dorothea!" Eva said. ''What's your name, little one? Answer, looking me in the eyes!"
"You mustn't cull me madam but 'Your honour'. And don't let me have to repeat it to you. When a slave wearies me I give her a whipping. Understood?"
"Yes, Your Honour."
"Would you like me to untie her," Dorothea proposed, "so that she gets undressed and you can see her body in the nude?"
"I shall undress her myself," Eva answered, "it is preferable that a slave should always keep her hands tied when she is on duty. First, I'll have a look at her breasts."
So saying, Miss Crimpton thrust her hands into Mabel's blouse and took out in one gesture the two naked breasts which she started to caress.
"Pretty breasts, indeed!" she exclaimed. "I hope the bottom is worthy of the front."
Mabel, with tears in her eyes, submitted to the odious touch. Then, Eva lifted up the slave's dress which she tucked up into the corset to keep it in an upward position. Her grey eyes sparkled with pleasure.
"Congratulations, darling Dorothea, this is it fine piece of a girl! And she's impeccably strapped and her panties are tight just like those worn by the girls in my school. Not a single wrinkle on the buttocks and well strapped between the legs, perfect!"
Era undid the strap and started to paw insolently the slave's femininity through the silk material.
"I hope she's depilated?… Yes, I can see she is. Good!"
She made the girl turn round and slipped one of her fingers into her anus, through the material.
"Let's nee her naked, now!"
Dorothea rushed forward, eager to help.
"I won't let you unbutton all that by yourself. Let me help you!"
The two women undid, one after the other, the forty buttons which tied Mabel's panties to the stays. The girl felt near to tears. She was in the possession, as it were, of this stranger, and she was giving her the most secret parts of herself and she could not do anything to prevent it.
The drawers, freed from the waist, were pulled down and finally fell to the feet of the slave.
"Lie down on your stomach on my lap!" Miss Crimpton ordered.
Mabel, dominating her rage, took up the position of a baby being spanked. She could smell Eva's violent perfume and feel the soft warmth of her fat thighs. Then the most humiliating examination began. Miss Crimpton, bending down over her victim, inspected all the details of the young rump with her lorgnette. She caressed softly the buttocks, asking Dorothea whether it was the whip or the riding-crop which had caused all these weals. Then she drew the globes apart and, first with her eyes, then with her fingers, she explored the gap in between.
"The bottom," she said, "is for me the touchstone of feminine education. It is by whippings that a girl is educated and made a slave of. Take for instance a proud aristocratic girl: which is the best way to humiliate her? Surely, that of baring often her buttocks, proving to her that that part of her anatomy is no longer her own but that of her mistress. Whippings, injections, tight panties, the birch — all that must be given almost without stop to a slave. A girl being re-educated, whether she is sitting or standing, or lying down, must Have continuously the feeling of her own behind — she must feel it being either whipped, or penetrated, or simply crushed by the material of her panties. I hope, my dear Dorothea, that the bottom of your slave hasn't got any single minute of respite?"
"I'm doing my best," the governess said smiling.
Eva Crimpton was pinching Mabel's buttocks.
"This behind is big but not enough for a slave. You should make her ride a bicycle. Is there one here?"
"Yes, we have one in the hangar," Dorothea said.
"Good. I've brought for Mabel a bicycle saddle which I've made for my pupils and which is conceived specially to fortify the muscles of the behind. Shall I show it to you?"
"Yes, do, by all means. We have a full hour before lunch-time and we could use it to give Mabel her first ride. How must she dress for that?"
"Don't let her put her panties back on," Miss Crimpton said, "but she'd better keep on her stays. Remove her skirt, underskirt, blouse, strap, stocking and shoes and let her wear a simple very short skirt stopping at the knees and tied to the corset, and pat her bare feet into sandals."
"All right, Bridget will dress her up accordingly and take her to the park when she's ready."
The slave was authorized to leave Eva's lap and was handed over to the chambermaid. A foes moments later, dressed as Eva had indicated, she was again in the presence of her mistresses near the hangar.
At once, she shuddered at the sight of the bicycle upon which the special saddle had been mounted. This odd instrument was not actually a saddle but only a polished wooden ball, as big as an egg, at the end of a metal rod.
"Mabel," the governess asked, "I hope you can ride a bicycle.
"Yes, I can, Divine Mistress."
"Then ride it!" Miss Crimpton ordered.
Bridget was holding the bicycle. Mabel went astraddle it, put her feet on the pedals but she did not dare sit on the wooden ball for fear of hurting herself. Dorothea slapped her face.
"What are you waiting for to sit down?"
Trembling with fear, the girl tried to obey. Eva had taken position behind her; she drew the girl's buttocks apart brutally and forced her to sit down briskly. Mabel screamed with pain: the wooden hall, penetrating between her buttocks, was driving inside more and more deeply. The slave was impaled on the saddle. It was a particularly painful position, for the buttocks were not resting on anything and the whole weight of the body rated on the secret orifice of the girl.
"But she's going to try to lift herself up by getting leverage on the pedals," remarked Dorothea.
"I've thought about that," replied Miss Crimpton. "So we shall tie her up on the bike by fixing one end of this chain to her corset and the other end to the back mud-guard of the bicycle. Then we shall tie her hands on to the handlebar and her heel to the pedals!"
While Bridget was still holding the bicycle up, the two mistresses fixed the chain to Mabel's corset and tied up her hands; then they bent down to tie her feet to the pedals. In that movement, their dresses were lifted a little and their underclothes visible. Mabel noticed how huge Eva's bottom was, squeezed in a luxurious pink silk pair of panties.
At last everything was ready. Dorothea and her friend went into Eva's car, ready to follow Mabel during her ride. They had taken with them a long whip with a leather lash like those used in circuses when showing horses.
"And mind you stay always near the car," Miss Crimpton recommended, "if you don't want to be whipped to death after your ride!"
Then Bridget let go of the bicycle and Mabel started pedalling. From the car the two torturers watched her with sadistic joy. From time to time Dorothea lashed the bare legs of the slave.
"Faster!" she cried, ''your head held up and your back erect! Obey, Mabel, or else beware!"
The poor girl was suffering horribly. For more than half an hour she was forced to pedal without stop through the walks of the park. She was sweating profusely and her corset was crushing her most painfully, obliging her to stand erect. But, above all, it was behind that was hurting her. It was all bloody. When, now and then, her skirt flew up with the wind, Dorothea took advantage of it by lashing the bared buttocks with her long whip.
At last the mistresses called a halt.
"But I can't alight," Mabel moaned, "I'm tied up!"
"Well, what about it, stupid, there's some moss at the edge of the path; just you let yourself fall down on it!"
Her nerves taut with fear, the girl obeyed. She fell heavily to the ground, still tied to her bicycle and bruising her right thigh and arm in the process.
They left her thus for long minutes without bothering about her. The two friends, in the car, were chattering amiably. At last, Dorothea got up and walked up to her victim. Taking a handkerchief out of her purse she wiped up the sweating cheeks of the slave and made her blow her nose, which was running. Then she ordered her to ride again. She lifted up the girl and the bike and placed her in the right direction on the path.
For another half hour Mabel had to pedal without a minute's rest, lashed by her mistress's whip, and with their cruel laugh ringing at her ears.
When she arrived at the castle, poor Mabel was half fainting with fatigue. She let herself fall on the gravel path with her bicycle. The two women went in without bothering about her and it was only half an hour later that Bridget went to deliver Mabel from her uncomfortable position.
The slave was so tired and trembling that, exceptionally, she was exempted from waiting at table on her mistresses. She was made to lie down on a bed and she slept until two o'clock, and, during her sleep, she sighed now and then, and sobbed and shuddered nervously.
After a hasty meal, Mabel was dressed up again and her hair arranged, then Bridget strapped her up tightly. Then, freshly made up, she was led to her mistress's who were having coffee in the drawing-room.
Fat Eva Crimpton contemplated her with a cruel smile.
"Come here, my girl!" she called. "Come and kneel down before me!"
Mabel having obeyed, she took her by the ears, forcing her to lift up her head.
"Well," she asked, "do you feel more disciplined now? Is your behind still hurting you after that good ride on the bicycle?"
"Oh, yes, Your Honour," Mabel whispered, with despair in her eyes.
"So much the better. We shall make you ride every day."
She addressed Dorothea.
"Really, darling, your slave is most charming, and I really feel like using her a little. Would you lend her to me for to-night?"
"But of course, Eva. Mabel will be led to your room at the time you please and will be at your disposal for an long as you like, won't you, slave?"
"Yes, Divine Mistress."
"Pull out your tongue!" Miss Crimpton ordered with a lecherous smile.
Mabel's velvety pink tongue shot out from her painted lips. Eva pinched it between her fingernails, pulled it out to the maximum and caressed it voluptuously with her fingers.
"This tongue looks like being the right size for what I want it to do," she told Dorothea with a knowing wink.
The beautiful governess burst out laughing.
"Yes, indeed," she said, amused. "So you still have your special tastes, have you?"
"I certainly do," the fat woman replied with tranquil lack of modesty, "I don't feel any pleasure on the front side, and, in my school, I've admirably taught one of my pupils to caress me according to my wishes. I have even lengthened and narrowed her tongue with special apparatuses. I always had that girl beside me wherever I went and she was ready, at the lash of a whip, to creep underneath my skirts. And, at night, to have her better at my disposal, I used to make her sleep in a huge night-table near my bed."
Dorothea von Berner laughed.
"Oh, Eva, you'll never change!"
"But," Hiss Crimpton went on, "I'm beginning to be tired of her and I think I'm going to give her to one of my girl-friends, and, as for me, I shall teach a brand-new girl to be of service to my behind."
During the whole time she had been speaking she had not let go of Mabel's tongue, which she pawed nervously. And the girl wondered with anguish what was the meaning of that strange talk.
"Get up now!" Miss Crimpton ordered at last, "and remain there motionless, with your heels together and your head erect, until I need you again."
The English girl having obeyed, the fat mistress examined her with attention.
"Higher, your head, higher!" she said dryly. "A slave must be arched completely and her eyes must look up at the ceiling, just like a well-groomed valet. Dorothea, my darling, you should let her wear a discipline bit to teach her to lift up her head better."
"I know, Eva, but I haven't got one."
"But I've got some! Since you told me that you had a girl-slave here. I brought with me a few instruments of discipline in my suitcases. Mabel!.."
"Your Honour?"
"Go to my room. There, you'll find on a table, a steel and leather instrument, similar to a home-bit. Bring it to me!"
"But my hands are tied, Your Honour!"
"Well, take it in your teeth, stupid. Go on and don't discuss!"
Two minutes later, the slave came back with the instrument. It was the exact copy of a horse-bit, on a reduced scale, made out of fine steel and with red varnished leather reins.
"On your knees before me and open up your mouth wide!" Miss Crimpton ordered.
Mabel, trembling, did as she was told. The fat mistress then put the bit into her mouth, the metal part holding her tongue up against the palate, which was rather painful. The instrument was tied under the chin and the reins gathered behind the head. Eva pulled briskly on the reins, making the slave's head take up an upward position to the maximum of its possibility. She moaned as her mouth was bruised terribly by this horrible instrument. Without batting an eyelid, Eva fixed the end of the reins to a ring of the corset in the back.
"There she is, bridled like a mare!" she said, laughing. "That will teach her to stand a little more erect!"
"That's perfect," exclaimed Dorothea von Berner. "And how long will she have to wear this instrument of discipline?"
"I advise you, darling, to put her the bit every time she has a special work to do. In my school my pupils wear it at least four hours a day."
Mabel's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. How painful and humiliating this horse-bit was to her! It made her stand erect, without being able to move the head at all, with her eyes heavenwards and her mouth bruised by the cruel instrument.
In that uncomfortable position she had to accompany her mistresses in their walk a few minutes later. They had untied her hands so that she could carry the ladies' bags, parasols and coats. She walked three paces behind them, half paralysed with pain and humiliation.
When they were back in the castle Mabel was locked in Miss Crimpton's room, with the order to unpack all the suitcases and to put away in the cupboards all the belongings of the fat lady. They had removed the bit at last, but with the promise that it would be applied the next day.
She had hardly finished her work when Eva Crimpton came into the room. With her lorgnette carried defiantly in front of her critical eye, she checked all the cupboards, and, under the pretence that a pile of linen was not quite shipshape, she condemned Mabel to be whipped at once.
With her panties removed, the poor girl had to go on all fours in the middle of the room and offer her behind to Miss Crimpton's horsewhip. She received a dozen lashes which made her scream with pain. Eva struck still more powerfully than Dorothea von Berner. Mabel's poor buttocks covered themselves with bleeding cuts and the horsewhip burst the blisters caused by previous whippings. Then, on her knees, the slave bad to thank her torturer and humbly lick her feet. She was extremely humiliated to be treated in this way by that fat woman who, the vary morning of the same day, wan still unknown to her. She understood that this Miss Crimpton would be a particularly implacable and experienced mistress.
The remainder of the day was spent without any other incident. Mabel, dressed as a maid, served dinner to her two mistresses, then waited upon Bridget, and only after that was she allowed to eat herself. Then she was summoned to the drawing-room to receive further orders.
"You still want the slave for to-night, Eva?" Dorothea von Berner asked her friend.
The fat woman smiled with an expression of greedy lust which did not escape Mabel.
"And how, darling! I'm looking forward very much to be caressed as I like by this little beast of pleasure. But I would like her to be locked in my room from now on for two hours so that she should prepare herself in prayers for me to obey me and serve me as I wish."
"Should she be naked?" Bridget asked.
"No, on the contrary, I would like her dressed, very dressed — in an evening-gown, for instance, just as she was when a free and proud girl going to halls. Put her into a long evening-gown and, under it, corset her very tightly, to the maximum. As for her underclothes, let her wear the same worn usually by whores, such as, for instance, panties in black laced satin — that would be fine. Ah, I nearly forgot — before letting her put on her panties, slip a glycerine suppository into her anus and stop it up well with a cork! Then you will tie her up at the foot of my bed and gag her with my dirty linen, a chemise or knickers which you will find in the cupboard."
On hearing so many perverse refinements Bridget's face had lit up with a smile, while Mabel's had become crimson with shame and fright.
The slave took leave of her mistresses and was taken away by the maid. A half hour later Miss Crimpton's orders had been carried out to the letter. Mabel, atrociously corseted in leather stays, was dressed in an adorable evening-gown in black and pink silk, the very dress which she had worn at fashionable balls in Paris. As for her underclothes, she wore only a narrow pair of panties in black silk and lace, very perverse and sexy, which she was wearing for the first time.
The girl's secret orifice was corked up with care and already she was beginning to feel the effects of the suppository which Bridget had introduced with sadistic joy. Mabel understood that cruel Eva would probably force her to keep it all night without taking off the cork, in order to cause her the maximum of discomfort and shame.
The poor slave was on her knees, with her hands tied behind her back by a string connected to her dress. The lower part of her face was gagged with mauve panties worn for the last three days by the fat mistress.
For two hours she had to stay there, meditating on her cruel fate. Then she heard noises of steps and laughter coming from the passage. The room was suddenly inundated with light and Miss Crimpton appeared.
She went to her dressing-table without condescending even to glance at the tied up slave. For a long while she paced across the room, putting away her things, as if Mabel did not exist. Finally she took hold of a strong leather horsewhip and went up to the girl. She made her stand up with a kick and showed her the bed with an imperative finger.
"Lie down here and don't move!" she ordered.
Mabel, with her hands still tied up, obeyed. She lay down on the blankets and followed all her mistress's moves with fearful eyes.
A few minutes later, Eva came and sat on the bed near the slave. She surveyed her for a long time, without a word, and with contempt in her grey eyes. Then, slowly, she began to paw her. First, her hands touched her breasts, caressing them through the material of the dress and now and then pinching the nipples violently. Then she caressed Mabel's belly, thighs and suddenly slipped her hand under the skirt. Mabel shuddered as she felt the fat hand go to and fro on the bare flesh of her thighs under the material of the panties, on her imprisoned femininity. Then the hand slipped towards the buttocks, penetrated between them and checked whether the cork was well in position.
This perverse game lasted for about half an hour. Miss Crimpton pawed, pinched and caressed, without omitting a single inch of Mabel's flesh and, all the while, she looked hypnotically into her slave's eyes.
Mabel was becoming frantic with rage, despair and shame. Gagged and tied up she just had to submit to the pawing, and tears welled up in her pretty eyes.
Then the woman removed the knickers that were gagging Mabel and started caressing the girl's face just as she had caressed the other parts of her body. She even obliged her to open her mouth and dipped into it two of her fingers on which she was wearing rings, and explored every nook and cranny of Mabel's month, under her tongue, along her teeth and her palate. Mabel had to take a hold on herself not to bite these insolent fingers.
At last Eva stood up and began undressing under the eyes of her slave. Her heavy fat body, the skin of which was however magnificently smooth and white, soon appeared, under a lace brassiere and a pink pair of panties over an enormous rump. Those two articles of clothing were also removed and then Miss Crimpton was entirely naked. Strange to say, in spite of her fatness, there was something very attractive in her body, probably because its majestic shapes were perfectly delineated.
"Slave," she said, "I made you come here so that I could use you, or rather your tongue, as an object of pleasure. So you're going to be very attentionate and make all your efforts to please me, if you don't want to be punished very severely. My horsewhip will always be here to give you a few warnings and force you to an unceasing activity. Your slavish tongue must neither slow down nor tire before I say so. You probably don't know the kind of caresses I am fond of, but you will soon know. I don't want "normal" caresses from you, understand? It is on the charming orifice which, in your case, is at this very moment stopped by a cork, that I want you to work with your tongue as diligently as possible, Do you get me?"
First, Mabel did not catch the meaning of Miss Crimpton's words. Then, all at once, she understood and her face made a grimace of horror and disgust. So that was what this fat mistress wanted her to do? Oh, dear! But she had not the leisure to think it over for Eva had come back to the bed and sat astraddle on Mabel's face. Crushed by the enormous hot buttocks, the poor slave was half stifled. She felt debased and dominated by the perverse whim that this fat woman was imposing upon her.
Miss Crimpton, bending forward a little, lifted up Mabel's skirts up to the waist and on the pretty belly of the girl, drawn tight by a thin silk pair of panties, she delivered a blow with the horsewhip which landed right on Mabel's femininity.
The girl moaned with pain and became more active in her fulsome task. Dominating her natural disgust she tried as best she could to introduce her tongue into her mistress' orifice.
"Better than that!" Eva shouted, whipping her slave like mad. "Drive it in more deeply I… There, that's good! Continue more and more quickly and beware if you don't satisfy me as I wish!"
Under the powerful buttocks crushing her face, the girl was getting nearly hysterical. She had thrown all modesty and disgust to the winds and was now boring with her tongue into her mistress's anus with only one thought — that of satisfying her. The whip went down and down with clockwork regularity on the satisfying her. The whip went down and down with clockwork regularity on the slave's sex, tearing her panties to strips.
Soon, Eva Crimpton began to fidget like mad on her human seat. She felt pleasure come and stimulated Mabel with great severity. Her moving rumps bruised the girl's face and squeezed her as in a vice. Finally, the mistress's body was shaken by a great shudder and her muscles relaxed. With a moan of pleasure Eva let herself go and rolled on the bed, naked and shuddering with ecstasy, driving her finger-nails into the sobbing slave's face.
The mistress stayed for a while prostrate and languid, shaken now and then by small shudders of bliss. At last she got up, but it was only to inflict a new torture to the unhappy slave.
Out of a cupboard Eva took a strange-looking garment. It was a pair of woman's panties similar to normal ones, with the exception that the bottom was cut into a large opening which one could as wish shut or open with a zip. Miss Crimpton put on that garment and ordered Mabel to slip under the bedclothes.
The girl having obeyed. Eva went to bed and pushed down her slave with her feet until Mabel's face was level with her mistress's behind.
"Now, you're going to put your head through the opening of my panties," Eva ordered, "and during the whole night you will stay thus, your face next to my buttocks, and you will kiss my arse until I fall asleep. And mind you don't disturb me during the night!"
Her mind in a whirl, the slave did as she had been told. The whole of her bead disappeared into her mistress's panties and the elder shut it hermetically, by means of the zipper held fast on a string around her slave's neck. Mabel had become part of her mistress and her face was completely imprisoned in the panties, keeping company to enormous feminine buttocks.
The poor slave was very uncomfortably hot, for she was entirely dressed and her corset was squeezing her atrociously. As for the suppository, its effect was torturing her a lot. On each move made by her mistress Mabel had to follow, for she could not detach herself from the buttocks to which she was glued, as it were.
Never, since the beginning of her bondage, had the girl suffered so much morally and physically. She had the impression of an absolute degradation. Little by little she lost conscience of her own personality; her face, stuck to that feminine behind, had lost all its nobility and human dignity. It seemed to Mabel as if her face had itself become a behind, since it was being treated as such.
When, ten long, long hours later, the girl was at last delivered from her strange prison, she tried in vain to recover her human mentality, but she fell unconscious, exhausted with suffering and shame from the awful treatment she had been submitted to.
Miss Eva Crimpton, as the experienced mistress she was, had given Mabel the decisive stroke that for ever put an end to Mabel Sunway's personality. Now, Lord Kelingson could come back to the castle — her would find only a slave without strength or will-power of her own, a slave who never again would become a woman.