Josephine's Training

As well as translating this story into English, I have changed some of the names. After all, with just a single tongue, even if you could pronounce 'ek#q*t*' you wouldn't know it's a fur bearing bird. Tramlivia is a Queendom on my home planet. Like most civilized countries we do not practice incarceration of convicts, that would be cruel and inhumane.

On the ninth of every month the previous month's convicted receive their justice. This ranges from fines for minor offenses, to whipping, to slavery from a year to life depending on the severity of the crime.

I should mention, Josephine is a cruel and sadistic bitch. But then so were her mother and grandmother.

Here is her story.

My life has turned to shit. One moment I'm a respected member of the nobility, Maria Josephine Adrianna Catherine De Silva, Baroness Of the Two Isles, Maiden to Her Royal Majesty's Court, Lady of the Star, Priestess of The Order of Garloch. Next thing, I'm convicted of treason, branded and sold into slavery for life.

That awful day. Spring was slow coming. I wore my knee high black soft leather heels, my Burgundy ankle length long sleeve silk gown under my full length hooded white fur coat. My armchair was set up on the dais. My maid Sally was shivering behind me. I thought it amusing not to allow her a warm coat, just a light spring shawl. My husbands were locked in the harem quarters. The punishment frame was set up. There was the best turnout to witness punishment I'd seen in years. Usually only friends and family of the convicted come, to help them away after.

Maybe some of the ladies brought their cocks to see the castration of a man convicted of raping his wife. The Royal Justice Surgeon, Dr. Janet, promised me she wouldn't use any anesthetic. Witnessing that should keep husbands and studs in line. I chuckled to myself.

The one I was really looking forward to was Erin. I knew her from my childhood. We used to play together. Her mother was one of my grandmother's servants. Smart fucking cunt. Grand mother paid for the bitch's education. Business whizz. Now she even owns controlling interest in my copper mine, among other diverse business interests.

Worse still, fucking whore decided to run for President.

Now, a limited democracy is one thing, as long as the nobility can control the elected council, but Ms Erin Cook let it be known she had no intention of following directions. The rabble were starting to listen to the cunt's propaganda. Imagine thinking a 'Constitutional Monarchy' with the Queen little more than a pretty bird in a gilded cage could ever work?

Well, of course the Queen approved of my plan (after all I am her cousin). We framed Erin, tried and convicted her of Treason. Her property has been turned over to the crown, her husbands given divorces and today, she'll be whipped, branded then taken to the auction. My agent will buy her, and I'll see she's worked to death at my meat packing plant.

What's this! As soon as the prisoners are paraded in, they just drop all their chains like they were never locked. Then the guards, even my fucking body guards, all turned their guns on me. I was stripped and spent the night in a basement cell in my own chateau.

Next day myself, and five other aristocrats were taken to the Superior Court, tried, branded and sent to the auction. I had no idea who bought me. I asked the agent, but she just ignored me.

When I was pulled out of the back of the windowless bus, I knew where I was. My chateau. The guard, who used to be my servant led me inside.

"Well Josephine, this is a surprise isn't it?"

"Erin! What the hell is the meaning of this?"

"Shhh." Her finger went to my lips. "You are mine now dear. I'm going to turn you into a fuck doll, to enjoy and share with my friends."

"But, but?"

"Sally."

"Yes Ms Cook?"

"Sally dear, will you take this slave and break her? I want her turned into a mindless bimbo. A piece of simple fuck meat."

My ex maid smiled and started to say, "I'd love.."

"You'll never break.." SMACK! The slap knocked me back and dropped me to my knees.

"Shut the fuck up! Excuse the language My Lady. Have you decided on a name for it?"

"Yes, I think a simple name for a simple mind. 'Pet' will suffice."

"Pet, yes, nice, simple. Come along pet."

"Keep me appraised, sweetheart"

A guard on each arm I was taken out to Sally's car. Inches off the floor in the back seat was a single shackle. My right wrist was locked in it. Sitting like that, one wrist just off the floor, the drive was torture, but we soon arrived at the detention center, where convicts waited Justice Day.

I've no idea how long I was there. I tried keeping track, figuring three meals a day, but lost count. I was in a windowless room. The lights were always on. Small bed, toilet, basin, grey. Everything except the light was grey. Even the frock they gave me. There was no human contact. A hatch would open and inside was a meter square box with my food. The first meal included a note to put the plate, cup and wooden spoon back and close the hatch when I finished eating. One time I kept the spoon to see what would happen. Maybe I'd see a person. Anyone. I was so alone.

Next mealtime there was no food. Just an empty box. I put the spoon back.

My mind was wandering. I told myself stories. There was no sound, nothing to read, no paper or pencil. Nothing. The light never went out. I suspect there was stimulants in the food, because I barely slept and always felt twitchy.

It was so sudden, I screamed. "Get down on your knees, hands shoulder width apart, flat on the floor." came the loud booming voice.

Sally and two guards came into my room. Before I could speak a ball gag was shoved into my mouth. Sally bent down and snugged a leather collar around my throat and secured it with a little padlock. The guards lifted me to my feet and we went out to where Sally's car stood.

"I can take it from here. Thank you ladies."

As the guards turned I saw my chance. I ran towards the open gate. Suddenly I was on the ground and my arms and legs flailing. Worse, I couldn't breath. It was like my throat was closed up. I was in full panic.

Sally smiled down at me for several seconds, which seemed like hours. She touched the face of her wrist watch. My seizure was suddenly over. "Won't try that again, will we Pet?" I gasped for breath.

Sally secured me in the back of her car as before. It was along painful drive to the hospital.

"Hello pet, I'm Doctor Lynne. I'm going to fix your feet for your owner."

"There's nothing wrong with my feet!"

"Nurse, silly Pet thinks it's allowed to question citizens. Gag it."

I was stretched out on a padded reclining chair. My arms and legs were secured. There was a leather strap around my waist and chest. "Your owner wants you to wear these. They're called 'ballet boots'. Pretty aren't they? Now, the problem is, you are over thirty years old. Your feet just aren't as flexible as they used to be. Nurse, the needles. You see, we'll fix that. Now the needle in your arm will help you relax. Those needles in your feet will numb the pain, so you can comfortably watch

the procedure."

I didn't feel a thing, but the sight and snapping sound was too much. I fainted as she started breaking the bones in my left foot.

When I came to my feet were strapped tightly in a pair of the cruel boots. Therapy twice a day. After a week I could walk with just a little pain.

"Now, Pet, leave these shoes on for one more week. After that, never walk barefoot for three more weeks. Only wear 'ballet boot' styles. Here's Mistress Sally."

She let me ride in the front on the way back. "You've been a good girl Pet. Let's try no more gag. What do you think of that?"

"Thank you, but my name is Josephine."

Sally clicked on 'self drive', took a ball gag out of the center bin. "Open up Pet."

Another long stretch of solitary. I dreamed I heard soft music and voices, but I couldn't quite understand what they were whispering. So tired. Was I asleep or awake? So confused.

"ON THE FLOOR!" I screamed again at the sudden noise.

This time, just Sally entered. She collared me. "Come Pet."

"Yes Mistress." Why did I say that? Odd. I can't remember her name.

A different ward in the hospital. I was given a cup of water and a pill. I felt rested, finally. I didn't want to open my eyes, I wanted to go back to sleep. Nipples itch.

My hand bumped something and I felt it. 'what the hell?' I opened my eyes.

"Whaaat?"

"Awake are we? Magnificent, aren't they? The doctor is a real artist. Here drink some water, you can't go home until you've peed. Have you already bought new bras? Of course not. Your girlfriend, the young lady who brought you in, said you'd be surprised. She thought the number sevens, but the doctor said with your physique the number sixes would be just right. Here, sit up, I'll fetch a mirror."

Back at the detention center Mistress kissed me. On the lips! Shocking, but, you know, kind of sweet when I'd had time to think about it.

"You've been a very good pet, so as a reward, you will eat in the cafeteria with me tonight. Get some rest, I'll come for you."

When mistress came I got down on my knees.

"Oh, get up pet. I'm famished, how about you?"

"Mistress, no collar?"

"Oh Pet, we don't need that do we? You'll be a good little bimbo for me, won't you?"

I giggled. Mistress called me a bimbo. After that I ate all my meals with Mistress. Her bedtime kisses became warmer. She felt my up so gently when she tucked me into bed. I finger banged myself to sleep most nights.

Then one night she lifted the pillow off my bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and dropped the pillow in the floor between her spread legs. "On you knees Pet."

Mistress bent down and kissed me, then with her right hand on the back of my head pulled me gently to her pussy. A voice I remembered from my dreams, 'You know how to kiss and lick a lady Pet. You yearn for her taste. Pleasing her is your fondest wish.' I got my fondest wish that night. Mistress was very pleased when I was finished.

The next night Mistress took me to her home. Nights were so delicious. Pleasing Mistress in every way. In the day, before she went to work she'd shackle my wrists and ankles together with long chains and give me a list of chores. I was so happy the first evening when she inspected and told me I'd done a very good job. She actually said 'very'! Many days later right after breakfast she said "leave the dished Pet, we're going somewhere special as soon as we get you dressed."

My Goddess, she dressed me in the most elegant beautiful outfit I've ever worn. Cruelly snug silver leather strap ballet boots with a sweet foot long gold chain between the ankles. A tiny string bikini with weenie little pink fur patches that barely covered my nips and my pussy, and a wide matching fur collar with "PET" on a silver plate on it's front, and locked with a sweet little silver pad lock.

Deja view. I seemed to recognize the chateau we drove up to.

Don't you just love the sexy 'click, click' of extreme heels on hard wood floors? We went into a big parlour decorated in "Queen Malvina" era antiques. A beautiful lady wearing a knee length skirt and a satin blouse was sitting on the couch.

"Sally. Hello. Who's your pretty friend?"

"Erin, may I introduce the bimbo 'Pet'. Pet, this is Mistress Erin."

Mistress Erin's feet were resting on a big thick white fleece. She patted the side of her leg and pointed at the fleece. "Pet, come. Sit with me."

She stroked my hair. Such a warm beautiful smile. "Pet, do you know you remind m of someone I use to know. Her name as Josephine. I quite liked her at one time, but you know, she was cold. Wouldn't even let me kiss her. You wouldn't be like that. Would you dear?"

My Goddess, how could anyone be so cruel to Mistress Erin.

"Oh Mistress, I'd love for you to kiss me. I'd do anything to please you. Anything.