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.
