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"As the sloop neared the quayside, the small boat was lowered and it took a rope to those on the dock. This was attached to a thicker rope and used to pull us alongside. I stood in the warm sunshine wondering as to my fate and trying to see if there was any hope of escape. There seemed to be none. My arse was too sore to run even had there been anywhere to run to. A small crowd of men, women and children lined the edge of the dock and there was much good-natured banter between them and the crew although I only understood a little of what was said. Some I knew concerned me but I couldn't determine much of it. For the time being I stood as far away from the crowd as I could almost trying to become invisible in a corner. As soon as the sails and everything were stowed and the boat tied up properly JeanPaul came and brought me forward. "You will come with me to the chateaux now but first you must return Pierre's clothing," he remarked casually.

"But that will leave me… What will I wear?" JeanPaul just raised his eyebrows and said nothing. "I can't! I won't!" I screamed. That was a mistake. On JeanPaul's instructions, four sailors held me while Pierre removed his clothes from me and I was displayed in all my nakedness to the population on shore. The sailors turned me round so all saw the welts on my arse which brought some applause from the onlookers especially when JeanPaul explained that I was an English lady of noble birth. He went on to say that for the second time in two days I had refused to obey the orders of a true blood Frenchman and as I had done it in front of them all, I would be punished in front of them. "Hoist her arms up above her head." Once again he became cold and had a very cruel look in his eyes. "Please, please," I pleaded, "I cannot take any more pain. My skin will burst open. I will die." A thin smile lifted the corner of his mouth, "You will not die but you might wish you had. Perhaps now you will learn not to question my orders. My hands were fastened to a rope that went high aloft somewhere and my arms were pulled up until I could hardly stand on my feet. JeanPaul went to a coil of fine rope and unwound several feet of it and then doubled it to make a long loop like he'd done when he'd thrashed me earlier. I shouted, I begged in English and French for him not to do it but I knew it was no use. He took a stance to one side and a little in front of me and only then did it dawn on me that he was going to whip my front and he was going to do it so everyone witnessed my degradation. I was absolutely horrified and so terribly afraid that I pissed myself, an action that brought many ribald comments from the shore and from the crew. I saw JeanPaul swing the rope back and shut my eyes. A terrible pain flashed across the top of my thighs and my knees buckled till only the rope above my head held me up. I let out a tremendous scream that sent the seabirds flying and squawking overhead. The next lash was equally painful and landed across my lower belly. It left welts that stood out not only across my front but also around my sides where the long rope had curled around them. Steadily he worked his way upwards, the pain ever increasing until he reached just below my breasts I could stand it no longer and I passed out. A bucket of seawater thrown over me brought me back to consciousness and left my body dripping wet and the welts more painful as the salt bit into them. I prayed for the end but JeanPaul was not done. Quickly as if trying to finish his work before I finally left this world, he lashed my tits with three horrendously painful blows each leaving a double welt from the way the rope was folded. I fainted again and when I came too I was on the deck with more water being poured over me. I lay there for a while, writhing in agony. I must have passed out again because when I came to, a girl was putting my shoes on my feet. JeanPaul stood above me. "There is still more space on your body to receive the rope's kiss or that of the whip or martinet at the chateaux if you wish to continue to disobey me Chloe. You have just a few minutes to compose yourself ready for the walk to your new home. Maria will guide you. The villagers will watch you all the way. I will be along later."

Walk? I could not even stand. Maria and a sailor helped me to my feet but I fell to the deck again and wailed and writhed in the most severe pain. Thrice more I tried to stand but physically I couldn't. "Throw me in the water," I begged. "I want to die." "You will not die Chloe but you will remember and obey in future. You do not give orders here. You are a prisoner, a servant and a slave. Go to the chateaux now." Once more Maria and a sailor lifted me to my feet and this time half carried me to the railing where strong hands lifted me painfully on to the quay. I felt my knees give way again but this time an enormous giant of a man gathered me in his arms and carried me like a baby up the hill. The villagers followed us, some shouting insults and others giving me words of sympathy. The man gently deposited me in the kitchen of the chateaux and left me in the care of Maria and two other women.

The older one, the cook, ordered the table to be cleared and I was laid upon it. Water infused with herbs was brought and my welts gently sponged and cleaned. It soothed them but little. Presently a cup of a warm bitter liquid was placed against my lips and I was made to drink it. The willow-bark infusion it contained slowly eased some of the hurt but I could hardly move without tremendous pains sweeping through my body. Maria helped me stand and made me walk a few steps at a time around the room while another maid, Josie supported me under an arm. Blindly and crying bitterly, I did as I was told because they said it would help to free my muscles but when they saw that I collapsed frequently, Cook ordered they let me sit awhile. She piled several cushions on one chair and although it hurt my arse to sit, it was better than the pain of standing. I declined the food they offered but took some wine to wash away the taste of the infusion. Some two hours later, JeanPaul came in and looked me over. I cringed away in fear of what he might say or do. "She's had a wearisome journey Cook, let her rest today but put her to work in the morning. Don't take any nonsense from her. Make her do a full day's work as is expected of the others and send her with Maria for training in the evening." He left. "Wearisome journey indeed," I thought, "He thrashes me unbelievably cruelly twice and then blames the journey for my condition." I was mentally indignant but too sore and afraid to do anything about it. "And what did he mean by 'bring her for training in the evening?' The sexual training he alluded to on the boat?"

Maria and Josie helped me upstairs into a small but clean room. Inside were a small bed and a few items of furniture but no clothing as far as I could see without searching. I lay on the side still free of whip marks feeling utterly wretched. Maria promised to look in on me when she could but they all had other work to do. Some time later Maria and Josie brought some food but I didn't much feel like eating although I did peck at it. Later still they came to me again with Cook who inspected my welts closely. They were now very colourful and much swollen. "She won't be able to do much tomorrow whether JeanPaul orders it or not," she said. "Put the ointment on girls and let her rest. Fortunately he has never whipped any of us this badly. Perhaps it is revenge on the English for what they did to his family generations ago. Let her rest now and if any of you wake in the night perhaps you will look in and see if she needs anything." Both Josie and Maria promised they would. At least there were some kind people in the house. Josie crept in sometime in the night and gave me some water when I asked and put a little more ointment on the worst places. Near dawn, Maria helped me to relieve myself and gave me some more willow-bark mixture and a drop of cognac to wash the taste away. I dozed off but was awakened by the two girls and taken down to the kitchen wearing only my shoes which seemed necessary on the rough stone floors in the servants part of the chateaux. Cook examined me again and then gave me an apron, which I tied loosely around my stomach. "Sorry," she apologised, "This is all you are to wear. At least it won't chafe your titties." Standing and moving still caused me great distress but Cook told me that I must try to work and to make sure I was doing something if JeanPaul came into the kitchen. I arranged cheeses on plates and took them through to the dining room. I shuffled along, bent over like an old woman. The captain and two other men were already there and looked at me with some horror. One of the men remarked that it was wrong to treat a woman, even an English woman, as badly as that. JeanPaul arrived just as I was setting down the plate.

"Stand up straight woman. You are of noble blood. Be proud of your body and show it to us." I tried to straighten myself but once again the pain was too great and my legs failed me and I ended in a heap on the floor. The man who'd remarked on my treatment helped Maria to lift me and I stood petrified fully expecting that I would get another beating. "Show some mercy, JeanPaul," the man said, but the eyes of my new master didn't soften. "Let her stand on her own feet." I was shaking with fear and pain and barely kept my balance. "Stand up straight. Push your tits out," he ordered. Of course I couldn't do it and only barely kept my feet. "So you still defy me Chloe," he growled and momentarily left the room only to return with a riding crop. I collapsed on the floor again. "Ah your back is still unmarked and you are offering it to me to paint with nice stripes." I knew he would thrash me again and once more I was near to passing out. As if in the distance I heard the man who had defended me earlier say, "Desist JeanPaul. She can no more do what you ask than you could in similar circumstances. Is it not enough that you have already marred this young girl's body beyond the bounds of decency? I'm sure it was once beautiful and we should be using it for pleasure and not degrading it in such an appalling manner." Murmurs of agreement seemed to come from the other men but I couldn't be sure of it. "You may use it for your pleasure when I've finished Monsieur Letrac," snapped JeanPaul, "In the meantime while in my home you will refrain from commenting on how I treat my staff." He stood to one side and I howled in anticipation of the expected blow. It never came. For a few seconds there was silence except for the sound of a woman's footsteps. They stopped with one foot either side of my body.

"You will not hit this child any more JeanPaul. What you have done already is a disgrace to your family name. This poor thing had nothing to do with the atrocity committed against your grandmother. In fact from what I've heard she could already have saved your life. Had she not been in the boat you would probably have been shot and yet this is how you repay her. The English sailors who raped and murdered your father's mother are long since dead and so your revenge against this poor innocent thing is a grave offence to the church and to our people. It is one thing to have kidnapped her and brought her here as a servant or slave to be used as payment against a debt but quite another to subject her to such gross torture. Put the crop away JeanPaul, calm yourself and continue with your breakfast." The voice severely berating JeanPaul was that of the cook. "I will take her now and train her in our ways but I will not allow her to be hurt any more other than for such punishments as all servants need from time to time." For a few moments there was a stunned silence and my dulled mind wondered how a lowly cook could dare to address her master so. It was a year or so later that I learned she was actually his mother, the result of a liaison between her and his father when she was but a maid at the chateaux. It was with great relief that I heard JeanPaul leave the room.

Cook and Maria helped me to the kitchen and sat me down for a short while to allow me to calm myself. When I had recovered a little Cook came to me again. "Just because I saved you from an unjust thrashing doesn't mean that you can get away with anything and sit around idle. You have been brought here to train as a servant and to serve the pleasure needs of your master and his friends. I have no qualms with that. You may have been a mistress in your household but here you are on the other side of the carpet. I will set you work to do, work that you may well find hard or degrading but you will do it just like the other servants do. Like them, should you not do your best or think you can argue with me then that strap you see on the wall there," she pointed to a broad black leather strap, "Will caress your arse in no uncertain manner. Do you understand that?" I nodded and replied "Yes, ma'am." "Before today is out," she went on, " JeanPaul will no doubt find an excuse to apply the leather to me. It will not be for helping you or defying him, but he'll find some little excuse. We all know you will be the real reason behind it so I will make sure that you do things as I want them done. I have long believed that if all you snotty-nosed, pampered young tarts experienced the hardships your servants face each day, then the world would be a far more just place. Now is your chance to find out exactly what life as a maid really is like. I might be hard on you at times but I will try and be fair. Now get off your arse and help Josie clear the breakfast room."

It hurt to move but I shuffled along and did the best I could. Josie and Maria and also the other girls who only came in the daytime helped where they were able. Still no one gave me a maid's uniform like the other girls wore so I was naked apart from the apron and my shoes. My coloured, welted and bruised tits stood out prominently and made some of the day girls wince just to look at them and I had to be especially careful not to brush them against anything. Mid morning Josie and I had to take refreshments into the lounge where the four men were in deep discussion. Josie took the wine because I was shaking so badly and I rattled the plate as I lowered it on the table. I knew all eyes were on me particularly those of JeanPaul but he only said 'thank you,' and nodded to Josie.

Near lunchtime I turned and hit my left tit hard against a post. It made me scream and I was about to run from the room when Maria caught me and held me around the shoulder for a short while. "Dry your eyes Chloe," she said quietly, "Calm down. These things will happen and cannot be helped. At least it wasn't deliberate."

The men appeared to have finished their discussions at lunchtime, and the meal was taken in the dining room where we were expected to serve the guests. Again I came under scrutiny but was able to control myself a little more until JeanPaul remarked to Monsieur Letrac, "If you really want to fuck an English aristocrat Jacques, take her to your room this afternoon. She's untrained but nice and tender." That caused some laughter except I noticed from Monsieur Letrac. The servant's lunch was just finishing when a message came for me to go to Monsieur Letrac's room. I nearly fainted but Cook said I had to go; it was part of my duties here. One of the chambermaids showed me the way. "Come," he called in answer to my knock.

He was a middle-aged man, not unattractive and he'd already undressed and was wearing a robe in preparation for my visit. I began to weep again but he gently took my hand and led me to the bed. "Chloe," he said, "I wish to fuck you but I have no wish to hurt you further. I would have preferred to have you without all these dreadful marks on your body but I may not get the chance again. Come to the bed and take that apron and your shoes off so we can join together." I did so and lay on the soft down bed while he removed his robe. He was the first man I saw completely naked and I could see that his prick wasn't fully hard but stood out from his body at an angle. "Now my dear, I know you are not experienced or trained but I trust you will do your best. You're young and should learn quickly. First you need to use your mouth to make me fully hard and ready to enter your lovely cunnie. To do that I will sit on the edge of the bed and you will kneel on the floor and suck me gently. That is probably the easiest for you in your condition." I half knew from being on the boat what to expect and at least Monsieur Letrac was trying to be kind to me. Soon I had him in my mouth and on his instruction, gently massaged his shaft with my hands. His prick was soon rigid. "Now you will lie across the bed with your legs over the edge and as wide apart as you can." Again I knew he was being considerate because he stood between my thighs and licked me until I was wet and then he entered me without putting any pressure on my body. My arse still hurt but while he remained still, the pain was bearable but even the smallest movements he made sent spikes of pain through me but I tried not to complain and I began to feel some pleasure from what he did. Towards the end I even tried to thrust back which seemed to please him greatly. I had a little climax before he shot his seed into me and withdrew. But that was not the end. "Lie lengthways on the bed now Chloe," he instructed, and when I did he climbed on top head to tail. His soft prick hung down near my face and for a while I thought he was going to lie on my tender body but he held himself a little above it. "Suck me again dear Chloe and allow me to do the same to you," he whispered. I was a bit concerned as to the stickiness of his manhood but thought it couldn't be that bad and I didn't want to earn another thrashing if he commented on my refusal to JeanPaul. I sucked him in and then felt his tongue on my cunt and that created a very pleasant sensation there. A little later he asked if we could lie side by side and do it that way because it was a strain for him to hold himself above me. We did it like that for some time although there was more pain for me, I deemed that I would be able to suffer it without crying out and indeed it was probably less than I would be getting doing normal work chores. I climaxed again, much more strongly this time. His prick hardened from the attentions of my mouth so I rightly surmised he would want to fuck me again. This time he had me kneel on all fours and took me from the back. Looking between my breasts and thighs I could see his bollocks swinging as he drove into me much harder and for longer than the first time. I climaxed twice before he loosed his load for the second time. Once more I had to suck him and then we lay side by side, face to face and talked for a little while about my life at home in England. The remembrance brought tears to my eyes again. All too soon I was sent back to the kitchen and shortly after I saw him leave on horseback.

"Did you please him?" Cook asked. "I think so," I replied, "He tried to be gentle." Cook shrugged, "Don't expect them all to be. Now help Maria prepare the fish." Cook dismissed my dealing with Monsieur Letrac as though it was nothing out of the ordinary and indeed, later I found that it was.

At dinner JeanPaul called me to him and lifted my apron and thrust his fingers in my cunt. "Did you service him?" he asked and I had to tell him all the details in front of the Captain and Josie and Maria. I hadn't seen the other man leave. Later when we'd eaten and everything was cleared away, Maria took wine and glasses into the lounge and bade me follow her. "Whatever you are asked to do, do it as best you can. For goodness sake don't anger JeanPaul by refusing. I expect I will have to show you what to do first. Probably he will want you to suck him until he spurts in your mouth. Don't spit it out. Swallow it down. The captain may want your arsehole, many sailors do. That will hurt but not as much as the lash. Remember that Chloe. Nothing will hurt as badly as the lash." Maria poured the wine and I noticed there were four glasses so it seemed that I would get one too. "Take your apron and shoes off," Maria ordered me as she undressed herself. She was several years older than me and had larger tits but what caught my eye was the fact that her arse had the remnants of fading marks from the strap. "What do you require of us sir?" she asked JeanPaul. "A little mouth work Maria. You can perform on me and then she can work on the captain. He must leave us before the night is out. I watched as Maria opened JeanPaul's breeches and pulled his prick and bollocks into full view. She showed me how to gently massage a man's shaft in a similar way to I was shown earlier and then she sucked and massaged more vigorously. I tried to do the same with the captain but after a while he stopped me. "I want her arse," he said abruptly. Maria was right. "Show her Maria," JeanPaul ordered. Maria knelt down and pulled her bottom cheeks apart, "Try to relax your muscles and push your hole open like you are having a shit," she told me. I rightly feared it would be very painful for me but I also knew from the repeated warnings, that to annoy JeanPaul would be even more painful. He still resented the fact that Cook had stopped him beating me earlier and had done it in front of his friends. The captain entered her fairly easily and then turned his attention to me "We'd better use a little fat on this one, she's very tight," he observed. Maria ran to get some and pushed a liberal amount into my tiny hole. I did cry out when I tried to pull my buttocks but held myself and waited for the onslaught. Part of the pain was from his forcing my hole open but as much came from the way he grasped the front of my tortured stomach. I couldn't help but cry out. The captain held me and pushed his way right in and fucked quite hard but there was no pleasure in it all for me, only an excessive amount of pain. For a few moments I feared the pain would overcome me but I managed to keep my senses until he withdrew and wiped his prick on my pubic hair. After that sucking JeanPaul to a climax was relatively easy. For a short while we all sat and drank a couple of glasses of wine which soothed me a little but all the time I was fearful that he might find an excuse to punish me. He dismissed us afterwards but told me to attend his room later. In bed he fucked me like he had on the boat and unlike Monsieur Letrac he had no concern for the pain he caused. However, once he'd had his satisfaction from my body, his demeanour softened and we talked a little before he fell asleep. Again the pain made me lie awake even though his bed was softer than the one in my room."

At this point Chloe paused and indicated she needed a refill of ale.