The days merged into weeks, the weeks into months. The only reality was suffering. Many women suffer with pain in their hearts, pain in their bodies or both. Robin's reality at the beginning of her servitude was humiliation mostly. Constantly tormented by Gabriela, every aspect of what life she had left was controlled. This reality had become a blur of humiliation, long hours of work, and physical discomfort, often even pain. Sometimes, she wondered if she'd made the wrong choice when she'd chosen submissive life that day months ago next to the grave. She'd dug the grave that day, smelling of sweat and her own terrified piss.
That first day in this villa when Gabriela raped her, she'd thought she was at a low point. The woman of the man of the house had made it her hobby to torment. What she'd thought was her low point had simply been the top step. As it had turned out, it was the top step of those steps leading to at least a deep basement, maybe Hell itself. Time would tell.
The man of the house was some sort of an operative in support of the Jefe. The Jefe was a formidable leader of many dangerous enterprises in the drug trade and other nefarious activities in South and Central America. Jefe had spared Robin's life to serve Logan. Jefe whose power was practically unlimited felt the need to give the man a gift, a slave...her. What did this say about Logan? More importantly to her current reality, it was clear that Gabriela, Logan's woman, took this gift as a slight to her own womanhood. This slight was being answered not to Jefe, but to Robin. She often cried in the frustration of it all. She had been an agent protecting her country against threats along the its southern border. Now, she was somewhere unknown far south of that border and lived her life as a possession.
After that first rape in the villa, she'd been led away from Gabriella nude. Shown to her room by the housekeeper Victoria, there was nothing. It was clearly a spare bedroom in name only. Nothing there, empty. Victoria had started to ask Andres the maintenance, gardener man for help finding a bed however Gabriela had intervened. No bed would be provided. Gabriela brought in a thin rug and a sheet. This is what Robin would be allowed for a bed. That night and every night since, she would lie on the hard floor softened only by the thin rug with a sheet barely sparing her from the air conditioning. Shivering, she normally cried herself to sleep. There was no bravery alone, cold and naked in the dark. Lying there in the dark shivering, the embarrassing scent of Gabriela's sex in her nostrils, she wasn't sure how things could get worse.
The next day and in the days that turned to weeks, she realized they could get much worse.
Having not eaten in two days since her kidnapping, she was not allowed food the following day. Gabriela controlled if she ate and what she ate. She often would not let her eat for days and sometimes the food at the end of these fasts was very bad. People who encountered her on a day to day basis often heard her growling stomach. Victoria and Andres seemed embarrassed and disturbed by the way she was being treated. Victoria had approached Gabriela with a request for mercy for Robin. This was met with several slaps, verbal abuse, and the threat of losing the precious job with which she supported all of her family. Andres had been more sly and simply sneaked her a candy bar once during her daily duties. She had tearfully thanked him as her shaking hands opened the wrapper. They ran down her cheeks as she'd hurriedly eaten it. This was the high point of her daily work and it was alone. Unfortunately, all staff was searched before entering the villa compound so this kindness would be rare indeed.
Her chores were continuous. she cleaned all parts of the house while naked in front of a gloating Gabriela and Victoria with pity in her eyes. She worked inside the house and also outside in the gardens. She sometimes had to take things to the guards at the gate. Always naked, the guards ogled her constantly. Not all of them, but most stared at her intimate places and commented on what they would like to do to her. Some got very close to her, but no one touched. They seemed afraid and, some, resentful of Logan. Again she'd realized that her fate might even be worse once he returned. It didn't really matter because Gabriela had more and more frequently told her she would be given to the guards for gang rape. Apparently she had told them as well. Robin had shuddered in fear as various guards had discussed the order in which they'd take her various openings in the very near future.
The weeks of humiliation, chores, and stress had taken their toll. Robin was not the same proud agent she'd been only a few months before. Malnourished, the frequent long stints without food had affected her. Always fit, now she was very skinny.
Broken, she only half-heartedly tried to spare herself from view of the guards etc as she performed very tasks around the property. She limped as she moved. Not allowed shoes, the sticks and occasional thorns on the grounds had taken their toll. Gabriela would not allow anyone to give her medical care or time to let her feet heal. Every step was pain.
She didn't sleep well, she often didn't eat for days, she had no hope. At night, she dreamed of her parents, someone to care about her, and a general end to her ordeal. While shivering on her rug at night, often with an empty stomach, she day-dreamed about being in another reality where someone loved her and cared for her tenderly. Often during her unhappy days, she created elaborate fantasy where good things happened.
Doing the dishes one night, she had gone to her fantasy-world imagining a fantasy life where she was loved. This world was fleshed out nightly and frequently throughout the day when she could retreat to it. A hand smacking her butt made her jump, coming back to reality.
"I need you tonight" Gabriela indicated with a cold smile.
"Yes Senora" she replied demurely.
"Shower and come to me at ten" Gabriela finished, walking out of the kitchen.
Robin wondered what was in store as she finished the dishes. Dutifully going to the shower, she winced as the hot water washed across the infected cuts on her feet. She carefully washed her private areas, knowing Gabriela might explore her in any way she chose. She lightly dried herself, then walked the dreaded walk to her room.
"Come in" Gabriela called from Logan's bedroom in response to her knock.
