The Doom of Willy
The door to the slave quarter swings open. In strides Mistress Lucy, wrapped in a dark blue cloak, the only sound to be heard is the heel of her black boots on the solid floorboards. Mistress Lucy always commands and gets a respectful silence. Today however the silence is solemn and sombre. She stands at the foot of Willy's bunk and says "It's time ". Willy stands meekly and allows Mistress Lucy to attach his collar and leash. There is a melancholy silence as Willy is led away.
The moonlight illuminates the rocky path that leads to the villa of The Empress. I tried so hard said Mistress Lucy, I pleaded and begged but The Empress is so angry with you. Why couldn't you just do as commanded. This display of compassion and empathy is the most that Willy has experienced in his wretched life. Willy appreciates this and thinks of the times he has been allowed to couple with Mistress Lucy, with fondness. The walk to the villa is all to short. Mistress Lucy leads Willy up the steps and into the villa, to meet his doom.
Inside, the chamber is illuminated by a large roaring fire, shadows dancing on the walls. The Empress is sat on a large chair at the back of the room. On one side is a large butchers block, a razor-sharp axe is propped against it and a basket is on the floor below. On the other side is a large wooden X-cross. Petrified, Willy looks around as the leash leads him to stand before The Empress.
The Empress stands and removes her cape with a flourish. Her long slender legs are clad in blood red leggings, crotchless, and her full bush of golden hair is on display. Her generous breasts are held behind a scarlet corset and her long blonde hair is loose around her shoulders. Her cold blue eyes emanate a rage never before seen at the villa.
Willy she rages, I should have your balls fed to the pigs and have your head removed from your shoulders. Willy is trembling and close to soiling himself with fear. Against my better judgment Lucienne has been able to persuade me that you might have some worth. However, you can not go unpunished.
The Empress hands Mistress Lucy a leather bag. Strip, commands Mistress Lucy. Willy does as commanded. He has strong muscular arms, elegant thighs and a firm bum. Mistress Lucy removes her dark blue cloak. She is wearing her usual black leather collar, a black belt around her slender waist. Her breasts are bare for all to admire. Black stockings cover her shapely legs. Her thinking is that if Willy is to meet his doom, he would die looking at his favourite view. Forgotten your knickers again Lucienne, mocked The Empress.