Edict
Prologue
“I think the changes I wanted are close to completion.”
“Wonderful, and are you happy with what you’ve achieved?”
“Oh yes, but just to make sure I have a few little tests I want to undertake just to be certain.”
“Well I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, how much longer do you think before you’re finished?”
“Mm, good question, I hope I’ll be certain in about three weeks perhaps four.”
“And Magdalena has no idea what’s happening to her?”
“As far as I can tell she has no idea whatsoever, everything has happened just as you said it would.”
265th Day of the 430th Year of the Concord
The carriage wound its way through the streets of Xentra, twelve mounted troops of the Royal Guard rode ahead of the carriage while a further twenty followed close behind. Cheers and applause rang out as the carriage passed and people recognised the coat of arms on the sides of the open carriage as well as the occupants.
Bernadette smiled and waved at her cheering subjects; cries of congratulations and spirits protect the Queen and her future bride ringing out as the carriage passed. Beside Bernadette an embarrassed and amazed Magdalena looked at the cheering crowds that built on either side of the road as word of the Queens passage through the city became known.
Bernadette turned and smiled at her young fiancée, “I told you Magdalena, the people are happy for us,” she said, “Just smile, wave and enjoy it.”
“I never imagined it would be like this,” said Magdalena as she looked around at the cheering and shouting people on either side of the road.
The carriage moved on winding its way through the city, Magdalena turned to Bernadette, “You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” she said.
Bernadette grinned, “I thought you deserved an engagement present so we’re on our way to choose one for you.”
“But you’ve given me so much already,” said Magdalena as she glanced down at the gold ring encrusted with a dozen large diamonds she wore over the leather glove that covered the little finger of her right hand.
“My darling you are going to be a princess as well as my wife and in my humble opinion that means you deserve to be showered with gifts,” replied Bernadette as she took Magdalena’s hand.
Magdalena blushed beneath the heavy makeup that thickly coated her face. Although she was deeply in love with Bernadette and desperately wanted to be her wife the idea that this would mean she would soon be a royal princess still amazed her.
The carriage slowed and came to a stop in a square that opened up in front of a building that Magdalena didn’t recognise. Footmen opened the carriages door and Bernadette and Magdalena stepped down. The troops that had accompanied the carriage dismounted and formed a protective guard as Bernadette took Magdalena’s arm and guided her through the large double doors that fronted the rather ominous looking building, four heavily armed troopers followed.
Standing in what was obviously a large reception area was Magister-General Helena ap Vornstrum. Dressed in a simple purple robe the Magister bowed low as the queen approached, “Your Majesty, it is an honour to have you here,” said the Magister, “We would have prepared a more suitable reception had we known you were going to grace us with your presence.”
“Think nothing of it Magister-General, it was a sudden whim on my part, I regret that I haven’t taken the opportunity to visit you headquarters for some time.”
“Majesty, we are just delighted that you are here,” the Magister looked at Magdalena, “And may I take this opportunity on behalf of myself and my sisters to wish you and your bride-to-be our best wishes and congratulations on your engagement.”
“Thank you,” said Bernadette, “We hope that you and the sisters of your council will of course attend our wedding.”
The Magister gasped in surprise, “It would be an honour your Majesty,” said the Magister.
“Now,” said the queen, “Our reason for being here today, I would like to purchase an engagement gift for my fiancée,” said Bernadette patting Magdalena’s hand.
“Of course Your Majesty, if you and your fiancée would kindly come with me,” said the Magister.
As they followed the Magister, Magdalena leaned close to Bernadette, “What is this place?” she asked.
“You’ll see my love,” said Bernadette reassuringly.
The elderly Magister-General led Bernadette and Magdalena through a set of double doors and into a wide corridor with several offices down one side, as they approached the doors at the other end of the corridor opened.
A woman dressed in an expensive floor-length gown made from dark purple satin, purple satin gloves and a purple saucer shaped hat decorated with feathers and a fine mesh veil over her expensively bobbed hair walked through the door. Following the woman at the end of their leashes, were two female slaves. The slaves were dressed in finely meshed, purple lace slave-skins, purple leather strapless bras and purple leather thongs were worn beneath the almost see-through lace. Wrist length purple leather gloves covered the slaves’ hands and knee-high, tightly-laced purple leather boots with high stiletto heels were on their feet and legs.
Even the leather masks that covered the slaves’ faces and left only their eyes uncovered matched the purple of their owner’s clothes. Only the snugly fitting, seamless black leather collars that circled the slaves’ necks were of a different colour, as a final touch the slave’s leashes were also purple.
Seeing the Queen the woman curtsied deeply but slightly awkwardly in the tight satin hobble dress as she tugged on the slaves’ leashes the two purple masked slaves sank obediently to their knees.
“Lady Haldenstein, what a pleasure to see you again,” said Bernadette as she walked forward, “Please stand.”
Lady Haldenstein straightened, “Your Majesty,” she said deferentially but with obvious excitement at meeting the Queen, “The pleasure is mine.”
“I haven’t seen you at court recently Lady Haldenstein, is it because of the divorce?” asked Bernadette as Magdalena looked at the two kneeling slave-girls.
“Partly your Majesty,” replied Lady Haldenstein, “I must admit that it was a difficult time but fortunately I had a very, very good advocate and my ex-husband got the shock of his life when he and his 19-year old floozy ended up with virtually nothing.”
“How delightful,” said Bernadette, “But you seem to have gone even further, it would appear that you now own two female sex-slaves; I didn’t realise you were interested in women.”
Lady Haldenstein glanced behind her, “I wasn’t your Majesty,” she said turning back to Bernadette, “But after the nightmare that was being married to my ex-husband I thought why not try women? So I rented some slave-whores and discovered how much better sex with them was than with any man I’d ever been with, and then of course there were the problems with my sister.”
“Your sister?” asked Bernadette.
“Yes, my older sister Caroline, she and her husband Anthony, as well as their daughters Elsa and Eleanor have disliked me since a family dispute several years ago, we haven’t talked since,” said Lady Haldenstein. “Then, last week, I was approached at home by a Regulator. My sister, her husband and their two daughters had been taken into custody because of unpaid taxes and were awaiting trial; I declined the request of my sister to help her and her husband pay their outstanding debt. The trial was two days ago and yesterday a guilty verdict was delivered, and as you well know your Majesty there is only one sentence for tax evasion, all four were sentenced to be sold as slaves to recover their debts.”
“I see, and the two slaves you’ve just bought were...?”
“My nieces, Elsa and Eleanor. Now of course they’re simply fashion accessories, a pair of nameless sex-slaves who I hope will give me many years of pleasure,” said Lady Haldenstein, “And if they don’t, I can always sell them.”
Bernadette laughed, “They must really have upset you Lady Haldenstein,” she said, “But never mind that is your concern not mine.”
“Thank you your Majesty,” said Lady Haldenstein.
“So will you be coming to our wedding?”
“I will your Majesty, it would be an honour, and may I offer my sincere congratulations to you and your fiancé.”
“Thank you, I’ll personally ensure you receive an invitation, and please bring your new property with you,” said Bernadette, “Now I must say goodbye, I have things to attend to.”
“Of course your Majesty, it has been a great honour to be able to spend this time with you,” replied Lady Haldenstein as she curtsied deeply once more; taking Magdalena’s arm Bernadette continued towards the doors at the end of the corridor.
As they walked forward Magdalena leaned towards Bernadette as they followed the Magister, “This building, this is where the Magisters and the Regulators are based isn’t it?” she asked with a touch of nervousness in her voice.
“Yes,” replied Bernadette as they reached the double doors and the Magister opened them, “From here they control the prosecution and punishment of all crime and debt within the city. Around the country, in the smaller cities and the towns and villages, there are Magisters and Regulators offices which report directly to this one.”
The Magister stood politely waiting as Bernadette and Magdalena talked, “I remember the building in my home town, it always scared me,” said Magdalena.
Bernadette squeezed Magdalena’s gloved hand reassuringly, “You are going to be my wife Magdalena, my Princess Consort, there is nothing in the entire realm that should ever make you fearful. If there is then you must tell me and I will make sure that whatever the problem is it is resolved. This place should only ever worry those who have broken the law, you have nothing to fear here my love,” said Bernadette.
Bernadette turned back to the Magister-General, “Please continue,” she said.
The Magister gave a small bow, “Before we continue Majesty, I must warn you that because we were unaware of your arrival we had already allowed the entry of several purchasers, I hope that is not an inconvenience or a problem to you?”
“Of course not, I fully understand, they have as much right to be here as any other citizen,” said Bernadette.
“Thank you Majesty,” said the Magister-General with obvious relief, “If I may be so bold, I would assume that you would prefer to visit our female section rather than our male section?”
“You assume correctly,” said Bernadette with a small laugh.
“Then if you would follow me,” said the Magister as she turned left and proceeded along a downward sloping corridor Bernadette, Magdalena and the four troopers followed behind. Eventually the corridor came to an end at a gate made from iron bars but with no evidence of a lock; the Magister paused and spoke a series of words in a language that was unintelligible to Magdalena and Bernadette. Silently, the bars slid sideways into the wall; the Magister stepped through the opening and waited for Bernadette and Magdalena to follow.
Bernadette turned to the senior of the four troopers, “You will wait here sergeant,” she commanded.
“But your Majesty, our orders...” began the trooper, “You and your men will wait here sergeant,” repeated Bernadette more forcefully.
The sergeant looked at the Queen for a moment then he came to attention and saluted, “As your Majesty commands,” he looked at the Magister-General, “However, I would request that this door remains open,” he said with an intent look.
“Of course, that will not be a problem,” replied the Magister-General as still holding Magdalena’s arm Bernadette stepped through the door.
Bernadette and Magdalena had entered what appeared to be long, well-lit room with what looked like twenty large windows along each side of it. At the far end of the room a woman who looked to be in her sixties or seventies and just as exotically dressed as Bernadette and Magdalena was talking to a Magister as she looked through one of the large windows on the left side of the room.
“This is our holding and viewing area,” said the Magister as she led Magdalena and Bernadette over to one of the large, floor to ceiling windows, “As you can see not all the cells are occupied.”
The window showed the inside of an empty cell; there was a bed, washing and toilet facilities and little else inside.
“Magister,” said Magdalena quietly, “Is this... is this where women who have been found guilty of a crime or owe money are brought to be sold as slaves?”
“It is Madam, specifically this section is for those who are to be sold as sex-slaves, we have a separate section for the sale and processing of those sold into general slavery. The decision on those that are brought here is based on looks and age; the women you will see here are the most attractive and are all aged between seventeen and forty-five.”
Magdalena made no reply as they walked past two more empty cells, “I must explain that from the inside of the cell the window we are looking through appears to be a wall with a door in it, magically done of course, so any of the property we pass cannot see us.”
At the next windowed cell the three paused, inside were a young Magister, a large, rather overweight woman in red, and a woman in a plain beige shift who appeared to be in her early forties.
As Magdalena and Bernadette watched the woman reluctantly removed the beige shift that was her only clothing, the overweight women in red examined her, walking around the now naked woman, “Yes, I’ll take it,” she said to the Magister as a look of horror crossed the naked woman’s face.
“Please, don’t do this, I… I don’t want to be sold, I don’t want to be a slave,” begged the naked woman; the Magister and the woman in red ignored the naked woman’s pleading.
The young Magister produced a sheaf of papers and a pen form her robe, “If you would sign the papers then the property will be yours Madam Bernstein,” taking the pen and papers in her pudgy fingers the woman the Magister had called Madam Bernstein signed the papers and handed them back.
The eyes of the naked woman were wide with shock as she watched the signing of the documents that would sell her into slavery, “Oh no, please no,” she said quietly, Madam Bernstein and the Magister ignored her.
“The slave looks familiar,” said Bernadette.
“Yes Majesty, as a free women the slave was the sister of Lady Haldenstein,” replied the Magister-General.
“Ah, now I understand,” said Bernadette, she glanced to her right to look at Magdalena, a small smile crossed Bernadette’s face. Magdalena was looking intently at the scene before her, not with nervousness or embarrassment but with undisguised pleasure and enjoyment on her face as she looked at the naked woman who was in the process of being enslaved.
“What do you think Magdalena, will she make an acceptable slave?” asked Bernadette.
Magdalena looked the naked woman up and down, “Definitely,” she replied as Bernadette’s smile widened.
Inside the cell the naked woman was still begging not to be enslaved, the slaves new owner looked at it in annoyance, “That is enough,” she said, reaching down to a bag that had been hidden by her bulky body and voluminous dress. There was a look of anger on Madam Bernstein’s face as she approached her new slave, “You will soon know how to obey and when to be silent but until then you will be made to be silent,” she said.
The new slaves eyes opened even wider in disbelief as it saw what its new owner held, minutes later the new slaves face was covered in a red leather mask, buckled and locked at the back of its head only the new slaves wide and terrified eyes were free of the leather mask. Madam Bernstein stepped back and looked at her new property, “Better,” she said then turned from the silenced slave, “If you would kindly complete the enslavement process,” she said to the Magister.
Bernadette looked at Magdalena who was staring with intense interest as the Magister collared the new slave, “Oh,” said Magdalena, “I wondered how the collars could be put round a sluts neck when they seem to be totally unbroken leather, now I know,” she said.
In the cell the collar was now snug and seamless around the slave’s neck, Bernadette was watching Magdalena as the Magister placed her hands on the slave’s head and began to chant quietly. Bernadette watched Magdalena as the young woman slowly licked her lips, her eyes almost sparkled as she watched the women in the cell being enslaved; Bernadette grinned as she watched her fiancé. Bernadette was content that the transformation of the young woman from the naïve and innocent to dominant, perverted and corrupt was progressing perfectly.
The enslavement of the naked woman was now complete, the Magister lowered her hands and stepped back as the new slave turned its leather-masked face towards its new Mistress. Madam Bernstein nodded, “Much better,” she said as she looked at the naked and masked slave.
“You are number 37,” said Madam Bernstein as she reached down and picked up a bag, she held the bag out to the new slave, “Put on what you find in the bag 37,” the masked slave nodded its understanding as it took the bag from its Mistress.
“Shall we move on,” said Bernadette as she took Magdalena’s arm, “Who was the woman in the red dress?” asked Magdalena.
“Madam Bernstein,” replied the Magister-General, “She owns a brothel and the new slave will be one of her whore-slaves, number 37 apparently,” said the Magister-General as the three of them walked slowly past the cells.
“I see,” said Magdalena glancing back at the cell, she turned to look at Bernadette, a smile on her heavily made up face, “I think I’ve guessed what the present you want to buy me is,” she said, “A sex-slave.”
Bernadette smiled back, “Or two or three or four, as many as you like my love.”
“Mm, how lovely and kinky,” said Magdalena with a laugh.
Once again Bernadette was delighted, the young and naïve Magdalena of weeks before would never have harboured such ideas or made such a comment.
Arm in arm the latex-clad queen and her leather-clothed fiancée strolled past the cells, the next four cells were empty, “As I said Majesty, we are a little low on stock at the moment,” said the Magister-General in an apologetic tone.
“I understand perfectly,” replied a smiling Bernadette the steel tips of her six-inch stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor as she strolled arm-in-arm with Magdalena past the slave cells. The next cell was occupied; a woman with long brunette hair sat on the cell’s narrow cot, a look of abject misery on her face as she stared at her hands.
“Tell me about this one,” said Bernadette as she looked at the future sex-slave.
The Magister-General looked at the sheaf of papers she held, “This property is 27-years old, it is five-feet nine-inches tall and has a 36-26-34 figure, it is for sale for 19,500 Crowns.”
Bernadette looked at Magdalena, “What do you think darling, would you like me to buy it for you?”
Magdalena looked intently at the 27-year old woman, “No, I don’t think so, sorry,” she replied.
Bernadette patted Magdalena’s gloved hand, “Don’t be sorry, you’ll know the right one when you see it,” she said as they walked on. Two other cells on this side of the holding area were occupied but Magdalena also rejected Bernadette’s offer to purchase the women they contained.
As the three crossed to the line of cells on the other side of the holding the old but obviously wealthy woman that they had seen sat before one of the holding cells walked towards the door, a blond haired slave, masked and dressed in black leather, followed its new owner at the end of a chain leash. Unusually, the slave’s arms were held behind its back in a tightly buckled arm binder and a chain fastened between cuffs around its ankles shortened its steps.
Bernadette looked at Magdalena, “Unusual to see that,” she commented.
Magdalena looked at the slave as it followed its Mistress, “I rather approve,” said Magdalena huskily, “Just how a slave should look,” she said much to Bernadette’s delight.
The three continued their progress, passing the cells, most of which were empty, at each occupied cell Bernadette and Magdalena paused and Magdalena was given the opportunity to observe the women waiting to be sold into slavery.
“So there’s nothing you like,” said Bernadette with genuine sorrow as Magdalena rejected the final option, Bernadette thought for a moment, “Perhaps if you were to describe the type of woman you would like as a slave the Magister-General could look out for any stock that meets your requirements.”
“I could certainly do that your Majesty, if you fiancé would be good enough to describe her requirements,” said a smiling Magister-General.
Bernadette looked expectantly at her fiancé, Magdalena considered the question before she spoke, “She would have to have auburn hair, tall as well, five-feet ten-inches would be perfect as would large breasts and a narrow waist with a nicely rounded behind. Full lips with a slightly chiselled face, a pert nose and green eyes,” replied Magdalena.
“Fairly exacting requirements Madam but I will reserve any woman who meets your specifications,” replied the Magister-General, Bernadette was staring at her fiancée, a look of surprise on her face.
The surprise faded and was replaced by a satisfied smile, “Thank you Magister, please advise the palace if your search proves successful. For now I’m afraid we must leave,” said Bernadette.
“It has been a pleasure to have you here Majesty,” said the Magister-General as she bowed to the Queen.
279th Day of the 430th Year of the Concord
Imelda pulled on the tight kid leather gloves, smoothing them over her hands, she checked her makeup in the mirror.
“I wish you didn’t have to dress like this Imelda.”
“I don’t particularly like it either Yvette,” said Imelda as she put on a wide brimmed hat with a fine net veil that covered her face to the chin, “But I don’t have much of an option if I want to retain my position in the court.”
Imelda smiled as she took her older sister’s hands in her own leather-gloved ones, “It’s not as bad as you might think Yvette, the Queen is wonderful and though I’m not a lesbian I can see why she loves her fiancée. Magdalena is incredibly beautiful.”
There was a look of concern on Yvette’s face as she looked at her younger sister, “That’s fair enough Imelda but when did you ever wear clothes completely made from leather, or corsets, or shoes and boots with such ridiculous heels? It’s just not you Imelda and you know that mother and father would agree with me.”
Imelda squeezed Eleanor’s hands reassuringly, “If it hadn’t been for mother and father I wouldn’t have been accepted at court in the first place Eleanor; it’s an honour and if this is what I have to do to fit in then I’ll do it. Anyway it could be worse,” said Imelda.
“What do you mean worse?” asked Eleanor.
“The Queen loves latex, Her Majesty rarely wears anything else. So I could be standing in front of you dressed head to toe in latex,” said Imelda to a shocked Eleanor.
“Oh my,” said Eleanor, “And is it true that the Queen has slaves?” she asked.
“Yes, Her Majesty owns two sex-slaves, they were gifts from Countess Hildegard ap Osterman,” replied Imelda, “Two sisters from a family that got into severe money problems. The entire family was enslaved to clear their debts to the ap Osterman family and now they are just two more fetish sex-slaves,” said Imelda quietly.
There was silence for a moment as Eleanor took in what she’d been told, “That makes me wish even more that you weren’t a lady-in-waiting to see that must be unpleasant.”
Imelda shook her head, “I don’t have to agree with it but there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
Eleanor looked at her younger sister and opened her mouth to speak but suddenly there was a loud knock on the door of Eleanor’s room. Eleanor looked at the door, “I’m not expecting anyone and I’m not due to leave for home until tomorrow,” said Eleanor.
“Well unless you answer it you’ll never know who it is,” said Imelda with a giggle.
Eleanor opened the door. A man in the uniform of a court messenger stood outside Eleanor’s room, “Excuse me, I’m looking for Lady Imelda von Holmberg, I was led to understand she may be here.”
“Yes, my sister is here,” said Eleanor.
“Could you kindly give this to her, it is marked urgent and I was asked to locate Lady von Holmberg,” said the messenger as he held out an envelope.
Eleanor took the envelope, “Thank you, I’ll make sure she gets it,” said Eleanor as she took the envelope, the messenger bowed and left as Eleanor closed the door. Eleanor turned back to her sister and held out the envelope, “It’s for you,” she said as she passed the envelope to Imelda.
As Imelda looked at the envelope her expression changed, “What’s wrong Imelda?” asked Eleanor with concern.
“The crest on the envelope, it’s the family crest of the ap Osterman family,” she said with obvious distaste as she continued to hold the envelope.
“I take you don’t like them,” said Eleanor as she looked at her sister.
Imelda shook her head, “I know she’s the Queens oldest and dearest friend but there is just something about Hildegard ap Osterman and her wife that I dislike and distrust.” For a moment Imelda did nothing then with a quick movement she tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside. Imelda read the letter her expression becoming more and more unhappy as she read.
“What’s wrong Imelda?”
For a moment there was silence, “Countess ap Osterman wants to see me, a private meeting of great importance in two hours time.”
“And you don’t want to go?” said Eleanor.
“No I don’t, but with the influence and power she has I daren’t not go,” said Imelda unhappily.
“Why don’t I come with you?”
“I don’t know,” said Imelda.
“Well does it say that you have to go alone?”
“No… it doesn’t, but…”
“Well if it doesn’t say you have to be alone then it should be alright, give me a little while to get ready and then we’ll go together. You’ve peeked my interest, I’d like to see this woman who worries you so much.”
There was silence in the secluded and very private dining room as the two sisters looked in disbelief at Hildegard ap Osterman, as she sat across the table from them “You can’t be serious!” said Imelda.
“Oh but I am,” said Hildegard in an implacable tone, “My friend has a problem and you can solve that problem for her.”
For several moments nothing was said as Imelda and Eleanor looked at Hildegard, “You expect me to sign my freedom away and become Magdalena’s sex-slave?” said Imelda in an incredulous tone.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I expect.”
“This is madness,” said Eleanor, “Come on Imelda let’s leave this deluded old bitch and go and report her to the authorities.”
Hildegard grinned nastily at the two sisters as they pushed their chairs backwards in preparation for leaving, “Before you do something you regret let me remind you of something. I am probably the richest woman in the realm after the Queen and with that wealth comes power and ability. Your family is well off for the backwater you come from but how much effort do you think it would take for me to bankrupt your family? To put them into such debt that not only you but also your sisters, mother and father would be sold into slavery. And at the end of it you would still be bought by Magdalena, you would still be her slave but every other member of your immediate family would also be enslaved.”
There was a look of undisguised horror on Imelda’s face as she looked at Hildegard, “You wouldn’t,” she said in a quiet and shocked voice.
“Yes I would, your future is decided Imelda it’s just a simple matter of how we arrive at it but there is of course one slight hiccup that you have introduced. It would be, shall we say, inconvenient if the wrong people were to hear about this meeting, what is going to happen must appear to arise entirely from your own desires. I wouldn’t want anyone to be in a position to dispute that, so Eleanor will also become Magdalena’s sex-slave.”
Again there was silence as the two sisters looked in astonishment at Hildegard, “Remember what I’ve said about your family, the same threat applies to you Eleanor. I understand your younger twin sisters are very attractive, how much more attractive would they be when they are dressed in black leather slave-skins as the property of some of my more mature and sadistic friends. I’ve already shown images of your mother to various brothels and they would all be more than happy to own her as slave-whore while your father is still young enough to have a few productive years in my mines.”
For the first time since Imelda and Eleanor had entered Hildegard stood up she gave a tug on the leashes she held in her leather-gloved left hand. From beneath the table, two slaves slowly and erotically rose to their feet, both wore gleaming, skin-tight black leather slave-skins, black kid leather opera gloves and laced thigh length boots with six-inch heels. Black leather slave-masks were buckled tightly over their face leaving only their eyes uncovered; Eleanor and Imelda looked in horror at the two leather-clad slaves.
Hildegard looked nastily at the two sisters, “My new pets are both twenty, the same age as your sisters, ten days ago they were students visiting the capital but once I caught sight of them I just knew I had to own them. It’s remarkable how easily things like that can be arranged, one day they were free the next they were as you see them now,” laughed Hildegard. “Think about what I’ve said and when you’ve decided, contact me you have one day, after that… well you know what will happen.”
With a clicking of heels and her two slaves following obediently behind her Hildegard left the silent, miserable and disbelieving Imelda and Eleanor.
285th Day of the 430th Year of the Concord
The dinner was finished and the servants were clearing the table as the four elegantly and erotically dressed women strolled through the large mansion house and into one of the drawing rooms. Behind the four women followed six slaves at the end of their leashes. Four of them dressed only in snugly fitting black leather thigh boots fastened closed by silver buckles down the outside of the legs. The other two were in skin-tight black latex slave-skins with matching elbow length gloves, patent leather spike heeled ankle boots and black latex slave-masks.
The four women chatted amiably as they sat in chairs arranged in a wide arc around an open fire with the six slaves lying on large cushions at the women’s feet. Wine was brought by servants and served then the decanters were left and the servants departed, leaving the four women to talk.
For half an hour the talk continued as the house settled down and became quiet then one of the women spoke, “I have a surprise for you,” said Hildegard as she smiled at Bernadette and Magdalena.
“Ooh,” said Magdalena excitedly, “I love surprises, is it something really expensive?”
Bernadette laughed as she looked indulgently at her erotically dressed fiancé.
Hildegard laughed as well then turned to her wife, “Would you do the honours darling.”
“Certainly,” said Katherine as with the swishing of leather and clicking of high stiletto heels on the wood floor she walked to a door at the back of the room; Katherine opened the door, “Come in now,” she said in a commanding tone. Katherine walked back to her chair and sat down, behind her followed two women, the two stopped when they were standing in the middle of the arc of chairs.
There was a look of surprise on the faces of Bernadette and Magdalena, “I know you know Imelda the woman with her is her sister Eleanor, they came to see me last week and asked for my help. It seems that Imelda has a deep and desperate longing that she wants to fulfil and after talking to her sister, Eleanor has realised that she also has the same longing the same need.”
Bernadette looked with curiosity at the sisters as they stood quietly looking down at their hands, “They have both decided that what they want more than anything, what they are desperate for, is to become sex-slaves. To be exact they both want to be Magdalena’s sex-slaves.”
Magdalena squealed with delight and clapped her tightly gloved hands together, “They were both very nervous about approaching you and Magdalena directly, they were both terrified that they’d be rejected, poor things. So they came to see me and I agreed to help them fulfil their deepest and perhaps darkest desires. Of course their greatest wish is to become Magdalena’s property but should they be rejected then they have asked to join Katherine and mine’s stable. So my dear Bernadette the choice is yours do you and Magdalena want them or shall I take them?”
Ignoring the two silent women Bernadette turned to Magdalena, “Well darling, would you like to own this pair?” she asked.
“I think so,” replied a giggling Magdalena, “I’d like to see them naked first.”
“No problem,” said Hildegard, “Remove all of your clothing,” she ordered.
There was no protests and no comments from Eleanor and Imelda as they quickly removed their clothes. Naked and with their hands at their sides the sisters stood silently awaiting their fate.
Bernadette leaned over and whispered in her fiancée’s ear. With a broad smile on her face Magdalena stood up and walked over to the two silent sisters. Walking around Imelda and Eleanor she squeezed and caressed the two naked women, her leather gloved hand touching breasts and buttocks, faces and pubes, lips and hair.
Finally Magdalena stopped, a broad grin on her face as she looked at Imelda, “I think Imelda will make a wonderful slave-slut but to have a second one who looks so much like her is perfect. Yes, I want both of them,” said Magdalena eagerly as she turned towards Bernadette.
Hildegard was watching Imelda and Eleanor intently, she saw the look of fear that passed across both women’s faces as they heard what Magdalena said. Imelda’s eyes flicked towards Hildegard who smiled at the look of undisguised hatred that Imelda quickly masked as she looked at her.
“I’m glad they suit your needs,” said Hildegard as she turned her attention back to Magdalena, “Because they would be enslaved either as your property or ours tonight the paperwork has already been completed for their enslavement all that is required is your signature Magdalena.”
Hildegard reached down beside her chair and into a satchel that had been waiting there, from the satchel Hildegard removed a sheaf of papers and passed them to Magdalena, a pen followed.
Magdalena didn’t hesitate; leafing through the documents she found the place to sign on each set of documents and with a flourish signed her name and passed them back to Hildegard, “Congratulations Magdalena, you are now the owner of two sex-slaves,” said a smiling Hildegard.
Magdalena clapped her gloved hands together and giggled as the two sisters stood naked and silent in the centre of the room. They were no longer free women they were slaves the property of Magdalena.
“I’ve asked a Magister to attend to complete the enslavement process and of course I’d be more than happy to provide you with slave-skins and accessories as well as a little something I had made in case this was your decision. A pair of slave-masks embossed with the Royal crest,” said Hildegard. “All you need to let me know is what sort of material you’d like the slave-skins made from and what accessories you’d like.”
Magdalena beamed at Hildegard, “I adore black leather so the traditional black leather slave-skin with thigh boots and long kid leather gloves would be perfect for each of them,” she replied.
Hildegard picked up a small bell and rang it, second’s later a young maid dressed in latex entered and curtsied, “Bring two black leather slave-skins, two pairs of thigh boots and two pairs of kid leather opera gloves from the slave stores and be quick about it,” she ordered, the maid curtsied and dashed from the room.
The four friends chatted as they waited for the maid to return ignoring the two naked women, minutes later the maid returned, “Give them to those slaves, then go and find the Magister and ask her to come here in about half an hour” ordered Hildegard.
The maid walked quickly forward and gave Imelda and Eleanor a set each of the leather slave ware then she scampered from the room, “Put them on, help each other if necessary,” commanded Magdalena.
Without a word Imelda and Eleanor took the black leather clothing, silently they began to dress, helping each other to put on the incredibly tight black leather suits. Eventually both were dressed in the skin-tight black leather slave-skins, laced up thigh length boots with six-inch heels and opera length kid leather gloves.
“Much better,” said Magdalena as she once again stood up and went to inspect her new property, this time her gloved hands ran across the black leather that covered Imelda and Eleanor.
Hildegard reached into the satchel again, this time taking out two black leather slave-masks, she passed them to Magdalena, “Thank you so much,” said Magdalena as she took the masks. Minute’s later Imelda and Eleanor’s faces were covered in the tightly buckled, black leather slave-masks, only their widely staring eyes were free. As the last buckle was secured the door opened and a Magister walked in, “Ah Magister we require your services,” said Magdalena as the Magister bowed deeply.
“How may I be of assistance Milady?” asked the Magister.
“These two slaves need to be collared and their minds cleansed,” said Magdalena, “If you would do that for me I would be grateful,” said the future Princess.
“It would be an honour to be of service Madam,” said the young Magister as she walked towards the two leather-covered women.
Minutes later it was all over, standing in the middle of the room were two collared and mind cleansed sex-slaves, Magdalena clipped leashes to the rings on her slaves collars, “Heel,” she said and the two new slaves fell into place behind her.
“Thank you so much Hildegard,” said Magdalena as she once again sat down, her two new sex-slaves fell to their knees beside Magdalena’s chair.
“Think nothing of it my dear Magdalena,” said a smiling Hildegard as she looked at the two slaves that had been Imelda and Eleanor, “Let’s just call it an early wedding present shall we, now who would like another glass of wine, please join us Magister.”
Bernadette looked at her lifelong friend and raised her glass, “To you Hildegard, how you manage some of things you do I just don’t know but thank you.”
320th Day of the 430th Year of the Concord
“I’m sorry that your fiancé could not join us today,” said the Magister-General.
“Unfortunately affairs of state take precedence over pleasure,” replied Magdalena, but this was a Magdalena that looked, acted and felt nothing like the young woman that Bernadette had first met months before.
Magdalena was dressed in her favourite material of black kid leather a strapless, floor-length, sheath dress trimmed around the top with mink and soft black kid leather gloves that reached to her elbows. The gown and gloves contrasted starkly with her pale alabaster skin as did the small black hat with the fine mesh veil that covered Magdalena’s heavily made up face to her chin and her midnight black hair piled high on her head and entwined with strands of diamonds. There was a cruel and haughty expression on Magdalena’s cosmetic covered face as she walked next to the Magister-General the six-inch stiletto heels on Magdalena’s knee high patent leather boots clicking on the stone floor. Large diamond pendant earrings hung from Magdalena’s pierced ears and a wide diamond choker circled her neck matched by an equally wide diamond bracelet around Magdalena’s leather-gloved right wrist.
Around Magdalena’s left wrist was a snugly buckled leather cuff with a silver ring stitched into it, locked to the ring were two leashes that led to the collars around the necks of Magdalena’s two sex-slaves. The slaves, who five weeks earlier had been sisters called Imelda and Eleanor, were dressed identically.
Each wore black leather slave-skins but instead of slave-masks each slaves head and face was encased in a black leather hood that left only their eyes uncovered and from the back of which, exiting from a small hole, their braided auburn hair hung down their backs. The slaves gloved arms were secured behind their backs in heavily buckled arm-binders that pulled their shoulders back and made them push out their breasts. Instead of ordinary footwear the pair wore knee high ballet boots that forced them to balance and walk on their toes and the long thin heel of the boots. The more uncomfortable the slaves were the happier it made Magdalena.
“I understand perfectly,” said the Magister-General as she stopped in front of one of the cells, “This is why I sent the message to the palace,” said the Magister-General.
Magdalena looked into the cell and smiled, “How delightful,” she said.
“Yes they are aren’t they, we decided that it would be better to keep them in the same cell and offer them for sale as a pair, it’s not often we get twins.”
“How did they come to be here?” asked Magdalena.
“A family living in a town about a hundred leagues from the capital suddenly lost their entire fortune, no-one can quite explain why or how but within a matter of days they were deep in debt. Unable to repay the debts the inevitable happened, the entire family were condemned to slavery. The mother and twin daughters were deemed attractive enough to be sent here to the capital, the mother has already been sold to a brothel and as requested I held onto the twin daughters until you had a chance to view them.”
Magdalena looked intently at the auburn haired twins as they huddled together in the cell, “Have they been told of their fate?”
“Yes, they know they’re going to be slaves.”
“Open up the cell, I want a closer look,” commanded Magdalena.
“Certainly Milady,” said the Magister-General, she spoke a few words of magic and a doorway appeared.
With her slaves following at the end of their leashes Magdalena stepped into the cell, she stopped and looked at the two young women, “Stand up,” she ordered. The twins looked at each other then, with their arms protectively around each other, slowly got to their feet.
Magdalena stared intently at the two terrified young women, “Yes they match perfectly with the sluts I already own, I’ll take them, I’ll wait while you outfit them the same as my current slaves, arrange for it now.”
“Certainly Madam,” said a delighted Magister-General “If you’ll excuse me for a short while I’ll go and get the slave accessories you require,” then she turned and quickly walked from the cell.
The twin sisters looked in horror at the two slaves behind Magdalena, knowing they would soon be exactly the same as the pair of leather bound slaves.
Magdalena looked at the two terrified women, “Take off those stupid smocks,” she ordered.
“Please… please don’t do this to us… I beg you… we don’t want to become like them… we don’t want to be sex-slaves,” sobbed one of the sisters in desperation.
Magdalena stepped rapidly forward and there was the smack of leather on flesh as with all her strength Magdalena viciously slapped the young women across the face with her gloved hand, “Shut your fucking mouth you cunt,” she screamed at the top of her voice. Magdalena’s face was inches from that of the shocked young woman who’d spoken, the scarlet imprint of Magdalena’s hand already showing on her cheek.
“You are my fucking property, you are my fucking slave, I own you and this other cunt, you will shut your fucking mouth and do exactly as I say, now take those fucking shifts off or I’ll slit your throats and have you butchered and fed to my pets,” screamed a furious Magdalena.
There was total shock and disbelief on the faces of the two sisters as they stared almost incomprehensively at Magdalena then shaking in terror they removed their thin cotton smocks.
Magdalena stepped back and looked appreciatively at the naked and petrified sisters, “Excellent, I know your mother has already been sold but are you the only female members of your family, do you have sisters, cousins or aunts?” demanded Magdalena.
The sisters began to sob at the news that their mother had already been sold as a slave “We… we have… two older sisters… but no one knows… where they are… they… they haven’t… been seen for weeks,” sobbed the sister that Magdalena had slapped.
Magdalena smirked as she listened then looked over her shoulder at the two leather-clad slaves behind her; she turned back to the twins, “Who else?” she demanded.
“Our mother has… had… a sister, our aunt Stella who has… has two sons and two… two daughters… our cousins Leonora and Edwina.”
“Mm, and are they as attractive as you two?”
“I… I… suppose so,” said the confused woman.
“Redheads as well, I like redheads?”
“Yes… they all… they all have the same colour hair as us.”
“And are they for sale?”
“What?” said the confused woman.
“Are they for sale, would their family sell them to me so they can be my slaves like you?”
Realisation struck, “Oh no… never… no!”
“We’ll see,” said a grinning Magdalena, “I can be very persuasive,” she turned at the sound of steps behind her, the Magister had returned with armfuls of black leather.
“Ah your new clothing, lets get you two properly dressed and enslaved shall we,” said Magdalena.
An hour had passed when Magdalena walked from the Magisters building and climbed into her carriage. Behind Magdalena four identically dressed sex-slaves followed her, their leashes attached to the cuff around Magdalena’s wrist. The slaves climbed into the carriage behind their owner and settled themselves contentedly at Magdalena’s feet.
Magdalena reached down and stroked the leather-hooded heads of the four sex-slaves as they looked up devotedly at their Mistress. “That’s it my pets,” said Magdalena as she continued to stroke the slaves leather bound heads with her gloved hand. “You’ve all been very good and when we get home I’ll reward you by fucking all of you in the arse with the biggest strap on dildo I own and then whipping you. You’ll like that, you’ll like that so very much,” said Magdalena with an evil grin, “And so will I, which after all is all that really matters.”
20th Day of the 431st Year of the Concord
There was a hush, “Do you Bernadette von Westrum, Queen of Xentra, in the presence of the spirits and the sight of these witnesses, take Magdalena Kendrick to be your wife and consort?”
“I do.”
“And do you Magdalena Kendrick, in the presence of the spirits and the sight of these witnesses, take Bernadette von Westrum to be your wife?”
“I do.”
“Bernadette and Magdalena, you have professed your love and devotion in this temple and before the Spirits of Light and I therefore declare that you are married. Majesty you may kiss your bride.”
Cheers rang out amongst the hundreds of invited guests. The temple bells began to ring out the message to the population in general who had gathered in their thousands outside the temple as Bernadette took Magdalena in her arms and kissed her deeply and passionately.
“Reminds me of our wedding darling,” said Katherine taking a tight hold of her wife’s hand.
Hildegard squeezed Katherine’s hand, “That was the happiest day of my life my love.”
“And mine,” said Katherine, “You know I enjoy seducing, enslaving, perverting and fucking as many females as I can but you are the only person I have ever, and will ever love, you are my soul-mate and only true love.”
“And you are mine,” sighed Hildegard, “Fucking and corrupting those other women means as little to me as it does to you, it is pleasure but the only true joy in my life comes from you darling. I love you so much Katherine.”
“And I love you my darling Hildegard,” replied Katherine as a tear ran down her heavily made up cheek.
Katherine laughed as she wiped the tear away with a hand gloved in tight white kid leather, “Now look what you’ve made me do, I’m making a mess of my makeup.”
Hildegard raised Katherine’s white kid-gloved hand to her lips and gently kissed it, “When I get you home I’m going to make even more of a mess of it when I sit on your face and get you to eat my cunt.”
“How yummy, I can’t wait,” said a happily grinning Katherine.
Still tightly gripping Katherine’s hand, Hildegard looked at Bernadette and Magdalena as they stood acknowledging the cheers, “Do you think they’ll be as happy as we are?” asked Katherine as she admired Magdalena’s white latex wedding gown.
“Yes, I do,” said Hildegard, “I think they’re going to be very happy indeed,” she said as both she and Katherine began to applaud the happy couple.
Epilogue
She shivered, the cellar was cold and she was naked but then again this cellar was always cold, even on a warm summers day the temperature in the cellar never rose and today was not such a day. She shivered again, the carved stone floor was hard beneath her bare knees but this was one place that she could never come to clothed.
The sickly feeling she always had began to twist her stomach and she quickly turned her eyes to the floor as the air in front of her began to shimmer and wave. The silence and the shadows in the torch-lit cellar seemed to deepen and she could see her breath as she breathed out as the temperature dropped another couple of degrees.
“You have done well my daughter,” said an ethereal and sensuous female voice, “I am pleased with you.”
“Thank you my Mistress, it is my honour to serve you,” she said.
“Of course it is child but your modesty is unnecessary, you have succeeded in the tasks I have set you and that pleases me. Through you my influence is spreading unseen and unidentified throughout the city and from there to the entire land. With time others will become aware of me and be brought to my worship but for now you alone must carry that knowledge for you are my chosen daughter,” said the female voice.
“I understand Mistress,” she said.
“Good, now listen carefully to me for I have further tasks for you to complete.”