The Servant 7

The following day, Friday, was uneventful. It was typical for any day her Mistress had to work: Trish got up and served breakfast, then went next door and spent the day picking mangos and other fruit from the two yards. She learned how to cook a couple of new food items and how to wash clothes by hand. She served dinner at Flora’s house and cleaned up. Finally she bathed her Mistress, got in bed with her, and fulfilled her most important duty by bringing her to orgasm.

The following morning Trish began her routine for the third day. As she waited for the water to boil, she decided to sneak a look at Eve’s computer. It was an old clunky desktop that had been given away as surplus by the police department. The CPU had a small door. When Trish opened it, she was deeply disappointed to discover the C-drive was missing. The CPU was designed for law-enforcement and had removable drives. Trish looked around the desk and noted a small safe sitting on the floor. Fuck. Undoubtedly, because she was a cop, Eve knew all about securing computer equipment so no one else could use it.

Trish did not notice that her Mistress had woken up and was quietly watching her from the hallway. Eve slipped back to her room and got dressed. She was tempted to confront her ward about looking at the computer, but decided to keep that discovery to herself. It was an important piece of information: that Trish wanted to access a computer, probably to get on the Internet. So, it turned out that she was not totally resigned to spending the rest of her life on Santa Eduviges as Eve’s slave.

Eve knew, even more than her servant; that it would be impossible to escape and get off the Island on her own. However, she was not sure who might be able to assist Trish from the United States or some other country. The main concern was the possibility that she would contact someone in Baton Rouge and, through her financial manager, somehow arrange a way to extract herself from Santa Eduviges. Admittedly, that was a long shot given the Island did not have diplomatic relations with the US, but Eve needed to eliminate that possibility altogether.

The Mistress got up for a second time and ate breakfast. She could tell Trish was a bit nervous. After eating, she decided to send her servant next door so she could get online in private.

She researched the Bousquet family of Baton Rouge to learn more about the rift between Trish and her cousins, trying to figure out how she could turn that to her advantage. First, she learned that the elder Bousquets were killed in a private plane crash when Trish was 18. Through reading her Facebook comments, Eve could tell that Trish was not particularly upset by their deaths: she had grown up in European boarding schools and saw very little of her parents during her teenaged years.

Eve then researched the rival branch of the Bousquet family, a sister of Trish’s father called Beatrice Bousquet-Davis who had been cut out of a will by her grandfather. Trish’s father had partly reconciled with his sister before he died, to the point that in his will he had stated that if anything happened to Trish, she and the cousins would be granted control of the family fortune.

The will also stipulated that Beatrice Bousquet-Davis would have some say in spending the family fortune and that the financial manager had to consult with her. However, that part of the will had been ignored by Trish and the manager. Eve suspected that the manager might be taking advantage of Trish’s spendthrift lifestyle to help himself to some of her money. Looking through the court documents of the lawsuit filed by Beatrice, it seemed that the legal dispute was very bitter. The judge ruled against the aunt and cousins, but in his comments he expressed reservations about the ruling.

There was no way Eve would contact the financial manager. However, Beatrice was a different matter. She figured that the disinherited side of the family would be more than happy to learn that Trish was serving a life sentence on an island that had no diplomatic relations with the US. She decided to e-mail Beatrice and tell her what had happened to her niece. She got a response within five minutes, with a phone number and a request that Eve call her and reverse the charges.

Sure enough, Beatrice was elated over Eve’s message and pressed her for more details. Eve responded by hanging up and e-mailing a copy of the arrest report, the prisoner’s travel itinerary from Panama, and pictures of the cocaine pellets. Then the officer got back on the phone. The aunt was beside herself with joy. Eve advised Beatrice to talk to her own attorney before saying anything to anyone else. The response was:

“Of course, Officer Bousquet. I’m not telling that shyster manager of hers a damn thing. He’ll find out soon enough.”

After expressing profuse gratitude, Beatrice finally asked where her niece was now. Eve responded by telling a portion of the truth, that under the laws of the Island, Trish was a prisoner and that she had been awarded custody.

The conversation concluded with Eve commenting that the next-of-kin needed to be notified of the arrest and conviction, given that there was no US Embassy to handle the matter. She would send an official e-mail that the aunt could use as legal documentation that the officer had fulfilled that obligation. And that was the truth. Beatrice and the cousins were Trish Bousquet’s next-of-kin.

After hanging up, Eve drafted a standard note that, under the laws of Santa Eduviges, served as official notification for the next-of-kin documenting the arrest and conviction of a criminal. She sent that off and got a grateful response.

From what she knew of the family dispute and US law, Eve figured that Beatrice would return to court with the notification letter and arrest documents to request being granted Power-of-Attorney over the Bousquet estate. Since Trish was in no position to make any financial decisions, it would be logical to award control of her finances to the next of kin. It looked like Beatrice had every intention of moving as fast as possible with the request and that she would face a sympathetic judge.

Now the family dispute was taken care of. Hopefully within a few weeks Eve would get notice that Beatrice Bousquet-Davis had seized control of the Bousquet fortune. When that happened, the possibility Eve’s servant could access her money to extract herself from Santa Eduviges would vanish. So…whenever Trish did manage to sneak onto the Internet, she would be confronted with a very nasty surprise.


Resolving Trish’s family affairs filled up the entire morning. Eve originally had planned to take her ward to the nearby town to the weekly farmer’s market. However, she knew there no longer was any point going there, because the best food already would be sold. Instead, she decided to take her servant directly to the capitol so she could be issued a Santa Eduviges ID card and officially registered as her property.

The two women took a rickshaw to the capitol, retracing the route they had traveled Wednesday afternoon following the auction. They returned to the government district and entered the registry office. To the servant’s dismay, the place was packed with Islanders waiting to obtain birth certificates and ID cards. Trish was the only naked person in the room. It seemed everyone was staring at her. Eve walked around, asking several questions, with Trish trailing behind. Finally the policewoman took a number. She leaned against a table, reading through Trish’s records and filling out several forms. Trish knelt beside her. She stared straight ahead and tried to detach herself from where she was and what she was experiencing.

The wait lasted more than two hours. Finally one of the clerks called out the number that corresponded with Eve’s ticket. She tapped her servant on the shoulder and approached the clerk, who was a young man. Like every other young man on that damn island, it seemed he couldn’t keep his eyes off Trish’s exposed body. Eve ordered her stand up so he could get a better look at her.

The clerk explained that Trish would be issued a national ID card specifically for servants. She would receive a registration number, just like any Islander or naturalized citizen. The registration meant she automatically would become a citizen of Santa Eduviges, although a citizen without any rights. He ordered Trish to stand in front of a cloth backdrop and took a picture of her unhappy face. For the public record, he also had to take some full body shots: from the front, from the back, and from both sides. Trish knelt while Eve handed over some paperwork and waited for the ID to be printed. When it was ready, Eve put the card in her purse without giving her servant a chance to see it.

By the time the two women left the registration office, it was mid-afternoon. The open air markets were closing, but the regular markets still were open, which meant there was still opportunity to shop and stock up for the week. The neighborhood where Eve and Flora lived had plenty of fruit, vegetables, chickens, and pigs. However to buy rice, beans, coffee, or spices at a reasonable price it was necessary to go elsewhere. It seemed Eve wanted to visit every market in the downtown area of the capitol to see where she could get the best prices. Trish had to carry the market bags, which got heavier and heavier as the trek through the city progressed.

Along with the stops to buy food, Eve also wanted to go into several bookstores. She remembered that she wanted Trish to learn how to give massages. She showed several books to her servant, asking her which one was the best for her to figure out what she needed to do. Trish picked the book she thought would be the easiest to understand and follow. Eve picked up a second book about erotic partner massage and handed two Florins to her servant. Trish had to stand in line at the cash register and pay for the two books. She got a very strange look from the store clerks when she showed them what she was buying.

Within a couple of hours Trish had been forced to walk through the entire downtown area of the capitol. Altogether she must have followed her Mistress into 20 stores. She cringed at the thought that several thousand people had seen her running around totally naked and with a collar around her neck. She knew the foray into the crowded city was only the first out of many such trips. As a servant, she would have to show herself to the world: she did not have the right to any modesty.

Before returning home, Eve decided to visit the central police station and chat with some co-workers. She wanted to find out the following week’s duty roster, but she also wanted to show off Trish and brag about her, in the same way she’d show off a new car or some other expensive possession. As the other cops looked her over, they were impressed, especially after learning that Eve had paid only 3,500 Florins at the auction. One cop commented that a similar prisoner had been sold the previous year for 4,500 Florins.

“I really wanted her, but I couldn’t bid above 4,000. A colonel got her instead.”

Some of the men commented on Trish’s lack of pubic hair. Eve ordered her servant to describe, in detail, the depilation treatments she had received in the US. She had to raise her arms to show that she had the hair in her armpits removed as well.

One of the policemen brought a camera and asked to take some pictures of Officer Bousquet’s new purchase. Eve responded “of course”. So, for the next several minutes, Trish posed for a bunch of pictures in the hallway, by herself: with Eve, and with each of the other cops. One cop commented:

“You know, Bousquet, if you find the right photographer, I bet you could recoup some of your investment. The girl’s photogenic and you ought to take advantage of that.”

Trish could tell that her Mistress liked the suggestion and was thinking it over.

Eve’s co-workers told her they were going out to dinner and suggested she go with them. The group walked five blocks to one of the downtown’s better-known restaurants. Trish had to lug the heavy market sacks. No one offered to help her.

Once inside, the group sat at a large table, with the exception of Trish, who had to kneel by Eve’s chair. While the group ate and indulged themselves with rum, she was given a glass of fruit juice. When everyone was finished, Eve scraped the leftovers onto a single plate and set it on the floor in front of her servant. She handed her a fork and told her to eat. It was yet another humiliation for Trish, to be on her knees in a crowded restaurant, eating a plate of leftovers as though she were a dog. However, she did eat. She was hungry and knew, because her Mistress already had eaten, there would be nothing to eat at home. She also knew that if she rejected the food in front of Eve’s friends, later in the evening she’d face a vicious whipping.

It was dark by the time the two women left the restaurant. Eve called a rickshaw and returned to her house. She ordered Trish to put away the groceries. Trish then had to undress her Mistress, which consisted of nothing more than pulling off a light dress and removing her shoes.

As soon as she was naked, Eve pushed her to the wall and pinned her hands. She passionately kissed her servant and sensuously moved her pussy against her body. Her hands moved from Trish’s wrists to her bottom. She grabbed and fondled the slave’s ass as she continued kiss her and keep her pinned to the wall. She moved a hand to her ward’s crotch and moved her lips to her breasts. Trish was scared by the sudden assault, but she knew she needed to cooperate and do what was necessary to please her owner. Now that her hands were free, she moved them up and down Eve’s back.

Precisely because Eve already was so worked up, the night’s round of sex was over quickly. Eve lay on her bed and Trish took her usual position between her legs. The policewoman climaxed the moment Trish’s tongue touched her clit.


The following day, Sunday, Eve decided to take Trish to the Island’s second-largest city, which was called Gannet Cove and was located at the south end of Santa Eduviges. So, instead of ordering the rickshaw driver to turn north at the airport, Eve ordered him to turn south. The road went through some pineapple plantations and then through a stretch of forest. On the other side of the forest there was a wide beach and several recently-built hotels. There also was a dock with several excursion boats that would take tourists out to nearby reefs. Even from a distance, Trish could tell that everyone on the beaches was naked. She later learned that, because most of the visitors were from Danubia, a country where swimsuits were illegal, in the tourist area swimsuits also were prohibited. Beyond the hotels, the road passed through a small town that was full of Eastern Europeans, then through another stretch of forest. Finally, Trish and her owner arrived at Gannet Cove.

Gannet Cove was different from the capitol. It was smaller, but a lot cleaner and more kept-up. The houses were nicer and larger than houses anywhere else on the Island. There were more parks, the streets were wide and tree-lined, and the only stores in sight were ones that looked more typical of what would be seen in Europe. There were no crowded grungy markets like the ones Eve had visited the day before. Because Gannet Cove boasted the Island’s only cruise ship dock, the streets were full of tourists and clean-cut tourism workers.

Eve did not go into Gannet Cove very often because it was too expensive for an ordinary Islander. However, one of her high school classmates lived there and she wanted to visit him. The classmate was a professional photographer, so part of that day’s visit would consist of Trish posing for a series of studio portraits.

Trish knelt while Eve and the photographer, whose name was Jacques, chatted and gossiped about various classmates. Finally Eve got to the point of her visit: that she had just purchased Trish and wanted some studio portraits of her. Jacques agreed, but suggested also having Trish walk around Gannet Cove so he could photograph her in some of the town’s more picturesque locations. Just like everyone else, it seemed he was fascinated with her body and wanted to force her to expose herself as much as possible. Of course, Eve cheerfully agreed to have her servant do whatever the photographer wanted.

Jacques decided to go outdoors before the day became too hot and to do the studio portraits last. The first stop was a nearby park. The photographer experimented with various poses and having Trish pose in both the shade and out in the sun. He then took her to the bay. There was a sea-wall with a walkway on top that ran the width of Gannet Cove. He ordered Trish to walk the entire walkway and took numerous pictures of her from both the front and the back. He then took her to the city’s shopping district and photographed her in public. Trish cringed at seeing all the spectators that surrounded her, but she dared not disobey. She had to pose in front of churches and monuments. Then there were the parks. It seemed that there was not a single park where he did not want to stop and take several photos. By noon, Trish had seen the entire town, and the entire town had seen her.

Jacques and Eve ate lunch at a restaurant. As usual, Trish spent the meal on her knees and had to settle for a plate of leftovers. She was miserable as she ate unwanted partially-eaten food and looked out the window at the top decks of a cruise ship. She had been on several cruises, so it was very painful to see that ship and think about the luxury that less than two weeks before had been her everyday life. Now, here she was, kneeling naked on the floor of a restaurant, eating a plate of leftovers.

Jacques was curious about Trish’s hairless body. He noted that most of the other foreign women he had seen, the Danubian tourists, shaved under their arms, but that was it. Trish was forced to describe her depilation treatments to yet another Islander. She felt like a total freak.

Eve volunteered:

“You can touch her if you want. Servant Trish, stand up and put your hands behind your head.”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

The photographer gently ran his fingertips over the smooth skin of Trish’s vulva. “Interesting. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

After the restaurant, Eve’s friend took the two women to his studio. He ordered Trish to shower while he set up his cameras and a series of backdrops. Because the first pictures were going to be a set of formal portraits, Eve changed into her police uniform.

Jacques started out with Eve sitting on a stool and Trish kneeling at her side. Eve placed her hand on the servant’s shoulder and looked into the camera with a haughty expression. There were pictures with Trish placing her head in her Mistress’s lap, and pictures with Trish kneeling with her back to the camera and looking over her shoulder. The photographer instructed Eve to stand up. There were more pictures with Trish kneeling upright with her owner’s hand on her shoulder. Then she had to get on her hands and knees. Eve stood behind her and put a foot on her back.

Jacques decided to take some experimental pictures. He handed a leash and whip to his friend. Eve hooked the leash to Trish’s collar. There were various domination/submission poses and several pictures of Eve threatening her servant with the whip. Trish was very worried, wondering how far the business with the whip would go. However, Jacques did not want her body marked, because he wanted to take a bunch of pictures of the servant by herself.

Eve left Trish alone in front of the camera. There was another long round of pictures, with Trish assuming every position imaginable. Eve handcuffed her servant’s hands behind her back, and there was another set of Trish in various submissive positions. Jacques put her in a leg spreader and took photos from several angles.

Eve was excited, watching Trish in all those submissive positions. A strange desire swept through her: to photographed in the nude with her servant. When she made the suggestion, Jacques was very surprised, but enthusiastically agreed. So, the photographer re-took all of the studio portraits of Eve and her slave, this time with the owner naked as well. As an experiment, he asked his classmate to pose for some pictures by herself. Eve, totally caught up in the eroticism of the moment, agreed. She posed for several pictures standing and several pictures sitting. However, the pictures were simple studio portraits, not fetish shots.

Finally, Eve stepped away from the camera, packed her uniform, and put her dress back on. The policewoman signed a release authorizing her friend to post the pictures he had taken of Trish on his website. He assured her that he would only post the photos of the servant by herself: obviously the officer had to protect her reputation.

Of course, Trish had no say in the matter. She was mortified, momentarily forgetting about the numerous pictures posted on Facebook of her drunk or drugged and making a fool of herself at parties and Mardi Gras celebrations.


It was late afternoon when Eve and her servant boarded a rickshaw to return to her house. When they arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood, they found the road blocked. It turned out that a pickup truck had hit a telephone pole and the pole now was lying across the street. Eve paid the taxi driver and ordered her servant to walk the remaining distance to the house.

The two women passed by the house where the teenagers had been trying to fix the outboard motor. As always, the group’s members were hanging around and drinking beer; the only difference that day was they were trying to fix a motor scooter instead of a boat motor. After hiding their beer, their eyes immediately locked onto Trish.

By unfortunate coincidence, one of the teenagers had purchased a high-quality digital camera and was showing it to his friends. When he asked if he could take some pictures with the American, Eve told him “yes”, and ordered her servant to pose however the boys wanted. The group spent several minutes having Trish pose by herself, then with each of the boys, and finally with all of them together. Finally there was another round of pictures of Trish posing by herself.

The teenager with the camera ordered the servant to get on her elbows and knees, spread her legs, and arch her back so that her anus and vulva were totally exposed in the hot afternoon sunlight. Then he told her to lie on her back and pull her knees up to her chest, again forcing her to completely expose herself. He took several variations of the photos, trying to get both the servant’s face and her vulva in the same image. He moved the motor scooter into the road and ordered her to put a foot on the seat. He took several images from different angles with her in that pose, before ordering her to get on the motor scooter and pretend to ride it.

The boys were not done with their model. They were listening to a portable radio that was playing salsa music. They turned it up and ordered her to dance in the middle of the road. Fortunately Trish liked salsa music and was a good dancer, so for a few moments she was able to lose herself in music and dance, ignoring the constant click-click-click of the camera that was capturing her every move. Soon enough, however, the song ended and she was faced with the harsh reality that the teenager had just taken dozens of digital photos of her dancing in the nude.

The photo session only ended when the teenagers ran out of ideas for additional pictures. There must have been several hundred images of her body on that camera, which were sure to be copied over and over and make their rounds through the neighborhood. When the boys finished they thanked Eve, but did not say anything to their model.

The photo session with the teenagers left Trish badly shaken, more so than the session with Jacques. She wanted assurance that the pictures would not end up on the Internet, but she dared not say anything. She knew there was no point. As her Mistress had said:

“…Your body no longer belongs to you. People are going to want to look at you and, because you’re collared, you are going to let them look at you. You have no choice in the matter. You are a servant, and you will act like a servant…”

Her body no longer belonged to her. No, really it did not. She knew that within a few days, several hundred lewd high-resolution photos of her naked figure would be posted all over the Internet and become public domain.

Trish wished that she could speak to her owner and ask why degrading herself was so necessary. However, she already was beginning to figure out the answer to that question on her own. Eve wanted to emphasize the harsh lesson that she no longer had any say over what happened to her. The policewoman wanted her submission to be absolute, for her to do whatever she was told without doubt and without question.


A few minutes later the two women returned to Eve’s house and Trish filled the bathtub. She had to bathe her Mistress and shampoo her hair, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. She massaged Eve’s shoulders and discovered that her owner liked to have her breasts gently rubbed. She soaped the upper part of Eve’s body and massaged her shoulders, arms, and breasts. That reminded her that her Mistress would expect her to start doing full-body massages as part of the nightly routine by the end of the week.

The day ended in the way that most of her days would end, with her head between her Mistress’s legs and her tongue exploring her vagina. To add to Trish’s frustrations, that night it seemed that Eve took forever to climax. By the time the evening’s round of sex was over, Trish was so exhausted she could barely make it back to her sleeping cot.

Trish was still upset over the way her Mistress had treated her that day. However, for the time being at least, there was nothing she could do about it. The only option she had was to please Eve as much as possible and hope the policewoman eventually would treat her better.

the end

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