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The Sisterhood of Spite

Chapter 2 Hostile takeover

The Sisterhood of Spite

     The Sisterhood of Spite.

 

 Chapter 2.  Hostile Takeover.

      It was a really beautiful day. Such days were quite common in the province of New Britain now, since the favourable fluctuation of the Gulf Stream and the high-tec science of weather control ensured perfect conditions for the Imperial Vineyards of the Empire. Some of those vineyards could be seen on the low Cornish hills overlooking the valley where the villa stood on the slight mound that ran gently down to the sea about half a mile away.

      The two women strolled in the beautiful Roman garden, cutting the roses that filled the shimmering air with their heady fragrance. Obviously of ‘Patrician’ class, they dressed in expensive but modest roman style dresses, their hair, also in the roman style, piled high on their noble heads, both women moved with natural confidence. Some little distance away, two gardeners, female slaves, worked happily, tending the long lawns.

     Both the patrician women were extremely beautiful, in that soft, full curvy, feminine way, that was so admired. Even their modesty of dress could not hide their voluptuous figures. Celia, the older of the two, was a pale skinned brunette, her hair a rich, dark brown. She was the mistress of the Estate and at thirtyfive was almost two decades older than her seventeen year old companion. Clair was one of those golden haired, strawberry blondes that are often seen among the Celtic races. Born a Slave in South Wales, she had been bought six years before, to be a companion for the childless Celia and had become her Mistress’ loved and closest friend. Her ward, if not a daughter.

      A soft but firm female voice is heard.

“A holo-message has come from Paris, Mistress.” It is the voice of ‘Eve’ the Estate Computer.

      Celia looks up with a frown. “Paris?”

      “Yes, Mistress.” Eve answers. “It is your Sister-in-Law, Reverent Mother Claudia. Do you wish to see it?”

      “No, I do not.” Answered Celia, her lovely face showing her distaste.

“Just tell me what she says.”

        “She says she is coming to visit you.” Intoned the disembodied voice of the Computer. “She says she will be here at 1400 hours today.”

       Celia flushed with anger. “What does that terrible woman want here?” She snapped. “She knows I hate her!”

       She turned towards her ward. “Come, my dear. We had better go and prepare.”

        As the women walked through the front foyer of the villa a middle aged man and a female servant in her forties hurried towards them. These were Henry, Celia’s house steward and Amanda her housekeeper. Both were slaves but fiercely loyal to their Mistress. Amanda took the flowers from the women.

      “Is every thing alright, Mistress?” The housekeeper asked with a worried look.

      “I don’t know, Amanda.” Celia answered truthfully. “My Sister-in-law is arriving at 2.0-clock. That can’t be good. We had better be ready for anything.”

      “Yes, Mistress. Eve informed us.” Henry nodded. “Has the Master said anything about this?”

      “No Henry, he hasn’t.” Celia shook her lovely head. “I’ve not heard a word.”

      As she hurried through the house, her ward running to keep up, Celia’s mind was in turmoil. ‘Wasn’t that just like Michael’ she thought. She cursed her stupid, gentle Husband for his infuriating attitude towards her. She could almost hear him now. “Don’t you worry your pretty head over business matters, my dear.” The silly man. She had known for some time that something was wrong. He’d always been very good to her. Kind and considerate and that was almost unheard of in this day and age. And then, the fact that he had not been in touch for two days. She had not been able to reach him on the holo-gram and now a visit from that bloody, evil woman. Things looked ominous. She was worried for him. Not that they had ever loved each other, their marrage had been arranged, a business alliance between two powerful families, but she was very fond of him. A man who treated his wife as well as Michael treated her was a rare catch indeed. 

      “Celia.” Called Clair, running behind her. “Celia. Please.”

       The older woman stopped and turned around. She suddenly realized that her ward was calling her name.

       “I’m sorry, child.” She said, putting her hand to her head. “What is it?”

        “What is the matter, Celia?” Clair asked, with a bemused look. “Why the concern over Mother Claudia coming here? She’s a great woman. A holo-channel celebrity and a heroine of the Empire.”

        “Great woman? Heroine of the…..?” Celia rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “By the Gods!” She cried with exasperation. “Do you really want to know what she is? Do you really want to know what she does in this world?”

        Taking the girl by her arm, Celia led her into a side room and sat her on a sofa. Sitting down beside her, she took the younger woman’s hand and looked earnestly into her eyes.

        “Darling.” She said. “This woman is one of the most evil people in this vile world. What she and her vile order do is help to implement a regime of terror against all women on this planet in support of all the wicked, wicked anti-women laws that this evil line of Emperors has been inflicting on us since the end of the Corporate War.”

       “But, surely, that’s a good thing.” Clair looked bewildered at her friend. “We women are so weak and naturally lustful, that we have to be kept in our place….or we’d bring down the Empire again. Just as we almost betrayed it during the war…and... and that is why the Reverent Mother and her order have to do those terrible things.”

       “Oh, my dear.” Celia sighed, sadly. “You’ve been watching too much of those horrible holo-channel programs. All three Emperors have been rabid misogynists, not to mention paranoid maniacs and all Claudia and her likes are doing is ingratiating themselves with this Emperor and in so doing maintaining their own wealth and power. How else could women like her still control great estates? When the laws of the Empire clearly state that women can not own anything. That we, ourselves, are merely chattel.”

      Celia looked at Clair, sadly. “They’ve rewritten history since the war, my dear.” She said. “We haven’t much time, but I’ll try to tell you the truth of just what did happen. As my Mother once told me.”

      Celia cast her mind back and sighed.

      “Long ago.” She began. “About six hundred years, to be more precise. There was a great political philosopher named Karl Marks. He said, that if people did not overthrow capitalism by revolution, then capitalism would eventually fall apart of its own corruption. He said that capitalism had to expand to exist and the world was, after all, only so big.”

      She smiled sadly at her ward.

     “Well.” She continued. “The old man was so right. A few hundred years of hardship and misery later, while capitalism had became more and more vicious and reactionary, there was only two companies left. They had, between them, swallowed up all the other companies on earth. Each of these companies owned half of the world and, as was the nature of the beast, each tried to take over the other. They struggled by fair means and foul, but they were too evenly matched. So, when things came to an impasse, they went to war. That was ninety-two years ago. The two companies were ‘International Imperial’ and ‘Global Conglomerates’. Our families, Michael’s and mine, were on the board of directors of Imperial. So they did know what went on.”

      Celia frowned as she tried to explain. “Imperial owned and controlled all Europe, Russia, the Middle East, India, Africa and all the other countries close to those. Global owned and controlled the American continent, China, Japan, all the Far East, Australia and every thing else that Imperial didn’t own. Imperial’s board of directors were dominated by men, having only a few women directors. The first Emperor was then the President of the Company.” Celia made a motion with her hand. “Oh, he wasn’t Emperor then. That came after. But he already fiercely distrusted women.”

      Clair watched her friend intently as the older woman ran her fingers across her forehead, as if to calm her thoughts.

      “Global had more women directors than men.” Celia continued. “And what’s more their company President was a woman. An American by the name of….”

      “Kathleen Kelsall.” Put in Clair, quickly. “Yes, I know. Every one knows that.”

        “Well, because each side was greedy for the others possessions, they were only using weapons that killed people but didn’t destroy property.” Celia explained. “The longer it went on, the more and more people died. Oh, nether side cared about that. The world was teaming with people. As long as they could accumulate wealth, that’s all that mattered. Profit was everything. But things were becoming impossible. The two companies were like two stags with locked horns. The war was deadlocked.”

        “What happened?” Asked Clair. “I know we won.”

        “Did we?” Smiled Celia, sadly. “I sometimes wonder.” She looked at her ward and resumed her story. “Well, Kathleen Kelsall tried a bold plan that nearly cost us the war. She had her agents secretly contact the women directors of Imperial and offered them great inducements to                             secretly change sides and undermine their own forces. It nearly came off. But a male director of Global tipped off the agents of Imperial’s President, Stanley Borge. Borge was able to turn the tables on Global and win the war. Even though victory was beyond doubt, Borge did an insane and wicked thing. As a punishment for their loyalty to Global, he had north America infected with a terrible ‘designer’ plague which, all but, wiped out the human population in what was the U.S.A. and Canada.”

        “I see.” Said Clair. “Then that is why, although wild life flourishes there, humans will not be able to go there for another two hundred years. But I was taught that it was Kathleen Kelsall that ordered that done.”

        “Yes.” Celia sighed. “There was a lot of history rewritten after the war. It helped them to do anything they wanted to do.”

         She leaned towards her ward. “Now Imperial ruled the world. Borge lost no time changing ‘Imperial’ into ‘The Empire’ and proclaiming himself Emperor of the world. Kathleen Kelsall escaped, but there was no place for her to run. She and all her directors were captured and horribly and publicly put to death. Her own gross execution was started just after the Emperor’s coronation and lasted for almost a week before she died.”

       “Yes, I’ve watched the highlights of her execution a few times.” Said Clair. “As you know, they put it on the holo-channel every Yuletide, after the Emperor’s speech.”

       “You’ve watched that?” Celia gasped in surprise.

       “Well, every one does.” Clair replied. “We were shown it first at school. Girls, in particular, must watch it. And write an essay on it after. We all thought it was fun to watch and considering its ninety years old it is marvellous quality. You can see and hear everything.”

       “My Mother forbad me to watch it.” Said Celia. “I don’t think I could.”

       “Well, the law says all girls must watch it now.” Clair went on. “We must know everything that they did to her, because she was such a wicked woman and we should know what will happen to us if we betray the Empire.”

      “Oh, my dear.” Gasped Celia. “You remember all those gross things?”

      “Oh, yes.” The lovely girl replied. “On the first days she was gang raped and sexually beaten and molested. They did everything you could think of to her. Then they started to add more violent tortures to what they were doing to her, but always made it sexual to underline the fact that she was a woman. Electric shocks, burning with hot irons and pincers, crushing. They gouged out one of her eyes but left her with one, so she could still see what they were doing to her. Her hair turned quite white. On the seventh day (They kept her conscious with drugs, you know.) they skinned her and rolled her in salt. It surprised me that she could have still made such a din. But she really hit the high notes. To finish her off, they chained her upright, arms and legs spread out, in a special glass tank full of brine. Then they put her neck in a bracket so she couldn’t put her head under and drowned herself and then they heated the water up slowly and boiled her to death. It was very interesting and exciting.”

       “Oh my darling.” Sighed Celia. “It was they themselves that committed the crimes they accused her of. They killed her in that terrible way just to boost their cause and to prepare the way for the wicked, draconian anti-women laws that they had already planned for our poor sex.”

       She stood up and looked out of the window. “Borge was sixty when he became Emperor.” She continued. “His Son, Jason, was forty-two. Ten years later, when Borge had turned seventy, Jason had him murdered and seized the throne.”

       The lovely brunette turned back to her ward.

       “Because of their association with the old Emperor my family was pensioned off to exile at the far reaches of the Empire. They were lucky to have got out with their lives.”

       She sat down again.

       “The old Emperor was dead but the anti-women policies went on. The new Emperor was madder than the first one.” Celia shook her head. “It was a joke now. Not only to subjugate us, but to give men total sexual and legal control over us. Of course, men loved it.”

       Celia shook her head again. “The rape of a woman is no longer a crime. Women slaves and workers can be raped with impunity. Even a Patrician woman, if her husband does not object. And then if he does all the rapist has to do is pay a fine. The more powerful the woman’s family the heavier fine. Women are molested openly in public and everyone laughs, even most women.”

      She raised her eyes to the ceiling and shook her head. “Women are not even allowed to wear underclothes, for God’s sake! It’s symbolic of us being available, sexually, at all times. The public raping of women and girls is the official punishment now for more and more trivial offences. It’s one of the most popular things on the holo-channels, as the viewing figures show. Today women greatly outnumber men, so it stands to reason that the majority of those viewers are women too. It’s the support of women, mostly we Patrician women, that keeps these iniquitous  laws on the statute books.”

       “But it’s the way things are.” Said Clair. “It’s how society believes things should be.”

       “Thirty years ago the second Emperor is supposed to have died a natural death. Well, he was a hundred and two years old after all, but with the advancements in medical science he was physically like a very fit sixty year old. His Son, the present Emperor Simon, took over. He was seventy five at the time, but appeared to be about forty. He doesn’t seem all that much older now, and he’s a hundred and five. And things got even worse for our sex after that. Public punishments and executions are now filling the holo-channels as entertainment for the masses. Comedy channels even specialize in punishments. Beatings, rapes, molestations and sexual torture are considered a good laugh.”

       “Oh, Celia.” Cried Clair, with worried exasperation. “They are a good laugh. Every one says so, men and women alike. Only the guilty get punished after all.”

       “Oh no.” Celia replied. “Many of those poor women are placed in that circumstance through misfortune not crime. What’s more, a high percentage of the more beautiful ones, these days, are entered in the shows for money, by what ever bastard of a Master happens to own them. The program producers pay high prises for women with the sort of vulnerable appeal they are looking for. They advertise for what they call ‘suitable subjects’ on channel. And it’s all legal. Even female children have no protection against these, so called, laws. Even in the womb we have no rights.”

        “But that is our lot in life, we women.” Clair argued. “We are here to serve our Masters. In what ever way they see as fitting.”

       “No, no! The way they treat us is not right, my child.” Celia gripped Clair’s hand. “A hundred years ago things were different. Women were equal to men in every way.”

        “Things were, as you say, different then.” Argued Clair. “For a start, the human population was 85% larger than today. There were nearly 80 million people in Britain in those days, compared to the ten million we have today. Few countries faired a little better, but many suffered even worse. And women of the lower classes now outnumber men by three to one. We patricians by four to one, even if we are the smallest of the classes. Fewer men are being born. We are a cheep commodity.”   The younger woman shook her head. “Today we must know our place. Your Mother was wrong to make you think this way. We must conform.”

        Celia sadly patted her ward’s hand. “Do not talk of these things in front of Claudia, my dear.” She cautioned. “She knows what I think, but we must not push her to a confrontation.”

       “And does she know of my maidenhead, Celia?” Clair asked, with a look of concern.

       “What is wrong with your maidenhead, child?” Asked Celia in surprise.

       “Nothing at all.” Clair replied. “That is the problem, isn’t it? I’m still a virgin and, under the laws of the Empire, all females must lose their virginity before they reach the age of thirteen.”

       Celia turned deathly pale. “She’ll not question that. Keep off the subject what ever you do. In fact, keep out of her way altogether.”

       “Yes.” The younger woman nodded, fearfully. “If the authorities do find out, I’ll be publicly raped on the holo-channel.

       The women rose to their feet. Putting her arms around her young friend, Celia gave her a tender hug. “Things will be alright, you’ll see.” She pushed the lovely girl to arms length and smiled at her. “Now listen to me Sweetheart. You go to your room and stay there until I call you.”

      Clair gasped with disappointment. “But……”

      Celia raised her hand before her, indicating that she would brook no argument on the subject. “No buts. Just do as I say. Stay out of that woman’s sight. I don’t want her to even know you exist.”

      “It’s just that I would really like to meet her.” Clair persisted with exasperation.

      “No, my lovely one.” Celia answered the crestfallen girl. “Allow me to guide you in this. Now go to your room and stay there until that evil woman has left us.”

      Clair turned and ran from the room and, with a sigh Celia followed her.

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      A little before 2-00pm. Celia, accompanied by Henry, Amanda and two strong young female slaves, waited at the neatly lawned arrival pad of the estate’s private Mono-rail Bullet Station. Bullets were the favoured form of luxury long distant transport for those that could afford it. It was what the ancient Mono-rail trains had evolved into over the decades. The Bullets looked just like…..bullets. Shiny, chrome like tubes, but pointed at both ends. Although the bullet’s shell looked like chrome, it was transparent from the inside and the passengers had a clear view of the world out side. Powered by magnetism and controlled by an immense computer system, the Bullet was capable of speeds in excess of a thousand miles an hour. The ‘System Computer’ would clear the route the passengers desired to travel from start to destination and the Bullet would be fired along the single rail without fear of obstacles or accident.

      The single, silver mono-rail, curved away into the beautiful low Cornish hills and disappeared into the distance, held up 50 meters off the ground by slim silver supports that thrust up from the earth every 100 meters along its length. Suddenly there was a whistling sound, a swoosh and a loud clack and the expected Bullet arrived overhead with hardly a quiver. A wide silver tower, about 3 meters diameter, stood beside the last support. A few moments later a door at its base slid silently open and the expected but unwanted guests walked out onto the lawn and stopped before the welcome committee. Mother Superior had arrived.

      Claudia smiled sardonically at her Sister-in-law, who glowered back with ill concealed distaste. “How are you, Sister?” She asked. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, but I must say you are looking as lovely as ever you looked. Such a waste on my simpleton of a Brother.”

      “Yes, well, your Brother is not here, I’m afraid. So you’ve had a wasted journey.” Celia snapped, fighting to control her anger. “If you had bothered to ask, I could……”

      “Oh, I know Michael’s not here, my dear.” The Reverent Mother laughed. “It’s you we’ve come to see. Or, the whole estate, to be more precise. This isn’t a social call. Quite the opposite. It’s very official, I assure you.”

      Celia went pale. She thought she would faint. “What do you mean, official?” She fought to control the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

      “Well.” Claudia grinned like the cat that got the cream. She was determined to make the most of this moment. She’d waited for it for so long. “First let me introduce you to my team.”

      She turned to the six people who had travelled with her and, as protocol dictated, introduced the two men first. “This is Senator Quintus Maximus my very, very good friend, and this is Tribune Antonius of the Imperial Police, accompanied by two of his men.” The lovely Mother Superior smiled smugly and turned to the two Nuns who accompanied her. “And these two ladies are both colleagues of mine, Sister Gloria and Sister Clemantine.” Here Claudia turned back and introduced Celia to her friends. “This is Celia, ex-mistress of this estate.”

      Celia was shocked. “What the hell do you mean ex-mistress?” She gasped. “I’m still your Brother’s Wife, you know.”

      “No. I’m pleased to say you’re not.” Claudia laughed gleefully. “As of yesterday morning, you are his Widow.”

      The lovely brunette gasped and her full, shapely legs nearly buckled under her. She stared at her grinning Sister-in-law for some long moments. “Widow?” she choked. “How?”

      “Michael has been very wicked, my dear.” The Nun smiled sweetly. “He has been stealing the Emperor’s money. ‘Creaming off the top’, as they say. Oh, didn’t you know?” Her evil smile spread wider across her beautiful face. “He has been under surveillance for some time now. And while he was being watched, we found out that he was a filthy, cocksucking, fucking ‘Queer’.”

     Celia was not surprised. In fact she had always suspected it. Michael had not mentioned it, of course. Homosexuality was such a terrible crime; he wouldn’t have put her in such danger as to let her know. Wouldn’t have burdened her with that knowledge. It was, after all, a Capital Offence.

      “Was he executed?” Asked the trembling brunette.

      “No.” Claudia sneered. “ Suicide. He cut his wrists and saved us the trouble. His troubles are over, but yours have only just begun. He’s dropped you in the shit, I’m afraid.”

      Triumphantly, the Reverent Mother walked around her hated victim. It infuriated her that her Sister-in-law was able to keep her dignity so well.

      “So, this Estate and all its belongings, slaves and chattels revert back to the Emperor. And that includes you, my pretty.” The Nun laughed.

      “Wh... What’s going to happen to us?” Celia asked. Unable to keep the fear out of her voice.

      That’s more like it. The Reverent Mother chuckled to herself at the sound of her old enemy’s dread. Now I can see she’s shitting herself. The Nun placed her hand on her Sister-in-law’s upper arm and gripped the pale, plump flesh firmly in her fingers.

      “Let us go inside, my dear.” She smiled. “We’ll all be much more comfortable out of this blazing sun.”

      And she led the little party into the shade of the villa.

 

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    The little group moved into the cool interior of the villa and into the main room. It was tastefully furnished in the same 2nd. Century Roman style as the rest of the Estate. Light and airy, its furnishings were comfortable and its painted panels colourful but modest. Claudia led Celia to a full pillowed couch and lowered her into it.

      “There, Honey.” She smiled. “It’ll be easier for you to hear my news, sitting down.”

      Celia felt numb. She could not collect her thoughts. She looked up at her grinning Sister-in-law.

      “What will happen to us?” She repeated her question.

      “Us, darling?” Claudia answered with a chuckle. “Do you mean yourself and the other slaves of this Estate?”

      “S...Slaves?” Celia stammered.

      “Yes. Slaves. That is what you are, now. You know the law.” Claudia laughed and her companions laughed with her. “The Estate reverts back to the Emperor’s holdings and all chattel and livestock are to be disposed of by the newly appointed management, in any way that will best reimburse the misappropriated moneys.”

      “And just who are the ‘newly appointed management’?” Asked the lovely brunette, with a sinking feeling.

      “Well now.” Claudia smiled like the cat that got the cream. “The Emperor, in his wisdom, has added the Estate to that of the Noble Order of his Brides. So, in effect, you, your arse, and everything else here, now belongs to me.”

      “What do you intended to do with me?” Celia asked, feeling fainter each passing minuet.

      “Oh, I’ve got great plans for you, Sweetheart.” The Reverent Mother leered. “Most slaves will be retained to work here on the estate, doing the same jobs they do now. As the vineyards do make a very good turn over, we’ll keep things going as they are. But I shall seek out the prettiest and sexiest of the females and prostitute them in various ways. Ways that will make the most money to pay back what your late Husband stole.”

     Claudia’s eyes gleamed cruelly and her lovely mouth twisted lasciviously. “And as you are, I’m sure, one of the loveliest and sexiest women on the Estate. Your body is going to be very busy for the next few years.”

      “You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. Please, Claudia. I am your Sister-in-law. That must count for something.” Celia pleaded, tears filling her fearful eyes.

      “Oh, yes. You do count for something.” The Nun laughed. “Probably the most money making slut that I got my hands on for years. Oh, have I got plans for you. Do you know, you toffee nosed slut, that I have been fantasising about the things I would like to do to you ever since I first set eyes on you.”      

      “And I can certainly under stand why, darling.” Put in the plump Sister Gloria, licking her lips, lasciviously. “I do hope you’ll allow me a little part in your fantasies.”

      “I second that, my dear.” Added Quintus, leering at the devastated Celia with undisguised lust. “I’m sure that I can be of use to you. She’s stiffened me already and, as you know, my shaft is always at your command.”

      The old Senator told the truth, as the prominent bulge pushing out the front of his toga like a tentpole confirmed. 

      The Reverent Mother smiled down on Celia with glee. “You see how my colleges all want to help get the best, possible performances out of you, Sweetheart?” She grinned. “And we will be happy to accept their help. Especially Sister Clemantine here. She has a very special skill to use. She assists me with all my hard work. I’ll explain it all to you in good time.”

      Antonius coughed discreetly to catch Claudia’s eye.  

      “Yes, Tribune?” She asked.

      “There’s a lot of work for my men and I, Reverent Mother.” The policeman said. “With your permission we’ll get started right away.”

      “Of course, Tribune.” Claudia answered. “You know what you must do. Keep me well informed, won’t you?”

      Antonius lifted his fist across his chest in salute and, followed by his men, left the room.

      “Now, where was I?” Claudia continued, licking her lovely lips with relish. “Oh, yes. I was just explaining our plans for little Miss Virtue here. I bet it’s been so long since she’s been fucked her cunt has healed up.”

      “Ooo, yes.” Drooled the buxom Sister Gloria. “When she gets it, it’ll be just like busting her cherry all over again. What a great show she’ll put on.”

      “We’ll make a spectacle of her, my dear. You are going to cream yourself.” Laughed Claudia. “Especially when you see the monsters I’ve got lined up to do the dirty deed.”

      “You know, of course, my sweet.” Put in Quintus, eagerly. “I’d be only too pleased to put my prick at your disposal.”   

      “Thank you, darling.” Smiled Reverent Mother. “But I want a licensed Cunt Buster to be the first to open her up, and another, even bigger, to bust her arsehole.”

      “Oh, fuck! Yes!” Squealed Gloria, trembling with lust. “What a spectacle you’ll make of her. You could then have her sandwiched between the two monsters. It will break the viewing record and make a fortune for the Order.”

      “And for a show I’m really going to love putting on.” Claudia grinned and turned to her friends. “You lovelies will be assisting me when the time comes and…” Here she fondled the disappointed looking Quintus’s big balls through his toga. “If you are very good, darling, I’ll let you fuck the Slut right after she’s opened up.”

      “There, won’t that be lovely?” Gloria giggled, groping the Senator’s fat arse. “Imagine how sore and tender she’ll be just after. You’ll still be able to make her shriek.”

      Celia, listening to this conversation, was reduced to a terrified quivering wreck. Here beautiful face was white with terror and her blue eyes bulged from her head. Was it a nightmare? ‘Please, please let me wake up.’ Her mind screamed in her scull. But it was quite real. She was already awake. Her Sister-in-law turned her burning eyes onto the weeping, shaking brunette.

      “Stand up.” Claudia shouted at her, her eyes flashing, evilly. “We’re going to examine my goods.”

       The ex-mistress of the Estate scrambled quickly to her feet and stood, terrified, before her successor. She tried not to flinch when the Reverent Mother lifted her manicured hand to her face and stroked her soft, flushed, cheek. Claudia’s fingers softly brushed down over the lovely brunette’s cheek, down her slim neck and down over the soft, white, swelling mounds of her pale, upper breast. Just as Celia’s heaving breaths started to calm a little, Claudia gripped her dress at the neckline and, with one strong stroke, ripped the expensive garment from her full, voluptuous, pink body, leaving her stark naked save for her jewellery and sandals.

      Celia cried out and pissed herself with fear, the jet spurting, forcefully, out of her uterus to splatter, steaming, onto the tiled mosaic floor. Appalled and shamed, the Patrician Lady clenched her full, white thighs together, clutched her right hand over her fat, bald cunt and her right arm over both her plump, firm breasts.         

     Her new owner and friends roared with laughter as the brunette’s piss gushed from between her full, wet, white thighs. Before she had finished pissing, Claudia quickly pulled a slim, tapered metal rod a yard long, from the silk rope around her waist and, gripping the weeping woman’s arm with her left hand, she began beating Celia’s full, white buttocks with heavy strokes of the rod.

      “That is not the way you stand when you are naked in front of people.” The Mother Superior shouted, lashing the screaming, pissing Celia across her superb, white arse cheeks and striping the full, rounded, flesh with thick red and purple welts. “Listen, for I’ll not tell you again. When you stand naked before your betters, you stand up straight, hands to your sides and legs apart. You will also thrust your belly forward, showing your fat cunt to the best advantage and offering it for handling. Do you understand?”

      As she spoke, Claudia accompanied each word with a heavy slash across the shrieking Celia’s boiling, cringing buttocks.

      “Answer me.” Snapped the Unholy Mother, as she continued viciously wielding the thin, sprung-steel rod across her new slave’s burning arse. “Do you understand?”

      “Yes. Yes. I do. Oh, God! Yes, I do. I do.” Celia screamed as she tried, unsuccessfully, to turn her ample arse away from the cutting strokes.

      “Then do it.” Claudia snarled as, with one last stroke, she stepped away from her shrieking Sister-in-law.

      Released, Celia almost fell but, tottering, managed to regain her balance. She then jumped with fear as Claudia screamed at her.

      “Do it now.” The sadist bellowed into her ear. “Now!”

      The sobbing, tearful brunette, hurried to take up the required position. She stood up straight, hands hanging loosely at her sides, legs open and thrust foreword her hips and waited snivelling quietly, her tearful eyes watching her new mistress, fearfully.

      The Mother Superior stood back from her and, walking around her, eyed her, critically.

     “No, no.” Claudia snarled. “That’s not right. You must show you are eager to please. Pull back your shoulders and stick out those big, soft tits, they’re on offer too. Now spread those plump thighs and bend your knees a little and stick out that fat cunt like the dirty slut you are.”

      Celia hurriedly did as she was instructed and when she was done, she really did feel as if she was a slut. Under the lustful gaze of the three lecherous Nuns and that disgusting old wretch, her lovely body flushed with shame and humiliation. Her beautiful face and breasts blushing a deep, hot pink.

      “That’s better.” Claudia said with an evil smile. “That’s the way you must stand when your betters are looking at you, naked, from the front. But….” Here she walked around behind Celia. “When they walk around to see you from the back. “Then you thrust your big arse back at them, rounding it and spreading it, so they can easily see your arsehole and that chubby cunt of yours, peeping out from under it.” There was a pause for a moment. “Well! Do it then!” The Unholy Lady, yelled. And she brought her thin, steel rod, swishing up under Celia’s thrust out pubes and gave her a cruel cut along the crack of her offered cunt.  

      “Yyyeeeeeegh!” Celia again screamed loudly. Doubling up, she pressed her full fleshed thighs tightly together in an effort to protect her vulnerable sex and in this way she did, indeed, thrust out her beautiful arse.

       Claudia smiled as she looked down at the crying woman’s blazing bum.

      “Well, that’s not quite right, Slut.” She commented, as she winked at her laughing friends, who had moved around to the rear of the whining, naked woman so they could get a better view of the proceedings. “Shoulders back. Tits out. Legs splayed. Get your back hollowed.” Here she tapped Celia across the small of her back. “And get that fat arse of yours thrust right back as I told you.”

      Celia hurriedly tried to take up the lewd pose while sobbing loudly.

      “That’s a little better.” Leered the Nun. “But thrust it back more. That’s the way. Now round it and spread it, like the whore you are soon to be. Remember, everyone must be able to see your arsehole and that red cuntcrack of yours.”

      “Aaah! That’s the way, my dear.” Chuckled Quintus, gripping his prick through his toga and pumping it, vigorously. “We can all see everything you’ve got now.”

      “Make sure you hold that pose, Slut.” Snarled Claudia, as she and the other two nuns moved in towards Celia’s spread and rounded buttocks.

      At their Superior’s direction, Gloria and Clemantine stood on each side of Celia’s thrusting arse and, gripping her rounded arsecheeks with their fingers, they firmly pulled her full, red welted buttocks wide apart. Her  nut-brown wrinkled anus seemed to pout out at her tormenters, as if for a kiss.

     “Oooo! Look at that.” Crooned Gloria, her lust fired eyes aglow as they took in the lascivious sight. “What a pretty brown bumhole you have, my dear.”

      The buxom nun turned to her Superior. “It looks very tight to me, Reverent Mother.” She smiled evilly. “I think you should test it for elasticity.”

      “I think you are right, Gloria.” Answered Claudia, licking her full, red lips in anticipation. She bent down close the sobbing woman’s spread open buttocks and, placing the tip of her right hand’s middle finger on Celia’s pouting anus she ran it, gently, around the rim.

      “Aaaah!” gasped Celia, as she felt the probing digit rim her ring. But, fearing the consequences, the sobbing brunette held her lewd pose, terrified to move.

      “Will you need some lubrication, Reverent Mother? Asked Sister Clemantine, her strange, silver, metal like eyes blinking, oddly.

      “No, my dear.” Answered the Mother Superior with a grin. “For a good ‘goosing’ I believe that natural lubricant is best and I think she’ll have plenty of that up there. So I’m just going to drill for oil.”     

      And with her red lips twisted in a lecherous leer, Claudia slowly pushed her middle finger deep into the groaning Celia’s tight rectum. As the long finger sunk, relentlessly, into the weeping woman’s bowels, Quintus and the three Nuns watched as her wrinkled anal ring at first sank down under its pressure and then bulged up and engulfed it, greedily.  

      “Umm!” The Holy Lady smiled, her finger embedded to its last knuckle. “Yes, Gloria. You are quite right. She is very tight indeed. I’ll just see if I can loosen her up a little.”

      As she slowly drew her finger out of a groaning Celia’s soft, wet bowels, Claudia watched with lecherous delight as the firm ring of her new slave’s anus, clung tightly to the withdrawing digit as if reluctant to release it. When she had drawn her finger out of the clinging arsehole to its tip, she immediately thrust it right back into the hot, slimy depths of the brunette’s bowels and proceeded to finger the squealing Celia’s anus with vigour and speed. As she progressed, Claudia, the two nuns and Quintus, who had moved his sweating face close to the point of entry, could clearly see a thick brown slime begin to coat the flashing finger and their crying victim’s clenching anus.

      “Ooooo! You were right about the ‘natural lubrication’, Claudia.” Gloria squealed with excitement. “Her poopoo is starting to seep. Go faster, my dear. Faster!”

     Claudia’s finger flashed faster and faster as the spurting shit greased its way with squelches and wet farts, and Celia’s shit coated arsehole began to pout and turn red.

      “Put another finger up her fat arse, my sweet.” Leered Quintus, with lust twisted lips. “She’s loosening up, beautifully.”

      Slipping a second finger into the squealing lady’s oily arsehole, Claudia, chuckling excitedly continued its vigorous masturbation. Warming to her task, she put her left arm around Celia’s waist and, with her hand pressing the weeping woman’s belly, held her hips firmly in place so that her jabs into the warm, wet depths of the brunette’s pounded bowels were as hard and deep as she could make them.

      Giggling like schoolgirls, Gloria and Clemantine pulled harder on the suffering lady’s bruised and blistered buttocks, stretching them wide apart, so that her defenceless, swollen, red arsehole was completely open to the Holy Mother’s brutal assault. Before their burning eyes they could plainly see their victim’s bulging bumhole, loosen its grip on the two stiffened fingers that were swiftly pistoning, so smoothly now, in and out of its slackening, shit greased, turd-tube.

      Claudia, her blue eyes glowing as she drank in the obscene sight before her and her full, red lips, twisted in a lustful leer, was herself gasping in sadistic delight, as her voluptuous body neared its sexual release. Multiple orgasms had started to shoot through her amazing clitoris. Under her black habit’s wide skirt she could already feel the thick, slimy cream flowing, in abundance, from her spasming cuntcrack, as it coated her soft, full, naked, white inner thighs, from her smooth, bald sex to where her gartered black stockings stopped, just above her rounded knees.   

      “Aaaaaaarh!” She groaned, as she suddenly pulled her two stiffened fingers out of Celia’s clenching arsehole with a loud, wet, “PLOP!” and watched with cruel delight the comical results.

      “Aaaaaaaaaaarrh!” Celia groaned in reply, as her abused and shitty arsehole’s raw red ring, pouted right out, farted wetly three times, and then gaped open, like a fish’s mouth.

      While Quintus and the Nuns examined the results of the cruel attack on the sobbing brunette’s swollen red anus, Celia wept loudly.

      “Well, it’s a start.” Gloria chuckled, looking closely at the woman’s sore looking, gaping red arsehole. “But we’re going to have to work on it a hell of a lot more if you want her to take what you’ve got in store for her without splitting her arsecheeks right up the middle.”

      “That’s the sort of work I love, girls.” Said Claudia. Straightening up she gripped a fistful of Celia’s dark tresses with her left hand and turned the weeping woman’s lovely face close her own. Watching the Noble Woman’s reactions closely, she raised her right hand and held her two shit smeared middle fingers before Celia’s tearful blue eyes. The blushing brunette gave a cry of shame and tried to look away in humiliation.

      “Like that, do you? Well, you dirty slut, you be having a lot more like that and worse.” Laughed the lecherous Nun and she move her shitsoiled fingers under the shamed woman’s nose until she heaved with disgust. “That, Sister-in-law, was only a fingering. In a few weeks I’ll be able to push my whole hand up your arsehole and give you a vigorous fist-buggering. I’m sure you’re going to enjoy that.”

      Claudia looked at Gloria’s doubtful expression.   

      “I heard what you said, darling. But we’ve got a few weeks yet and I intend to have her modified a little in any case.” The Mother Superior said, thoughtfully. “And the Bio-genetic Surgeon I use can make flesh as elastic as rubber, while still retaining its sensitivity, too. The subject can still feel the pain of their flesh stretching, even while it doesn’t split.”

      Just then there is a clattering of studded sandals in the hall and the Tribune Antonius enters followed by his two men, who hold a frightened looking Clair firmly between them.

      “We found this one hiding in a cupboard in one of the bedrooms.” Said the Tribune, indicating the young blonde. “She doesn’t look like a slave. Doesn’t act like one either.”

      “Well, well!” exclaimed Claudia, looking over the struggling girl with delight. “This is a pleasant surprise. Do introduce us, Celia.”

      Celia and Clair stared at one another in abject horror. Remembering her obscene pose, Celia closed her tear filled eyes and dropped her head in deepest shame.

      “Celia!” Clair screamed in shocked alarm. “What have they done to you?”

      “Celia, then is it?” Claudia laughed with delight at this unexpected turn of events. “Definitely not a slave, then.”

      “Slave? No, I’m not a slave.” Snapped Clair, struggling to break free from the two Policemen. “I’m a freed woman, and I have been for the last five years.”

      “Ah.” Nodded the Mother Superior, immediately understanding the situation. “Part of the Estate then, I believe.”

      “For God’s sake!” Celia screamed at her Sister-in-law. “Leave the child go. She can be of no use to you!”

      “For, God’s, sake?” Claudia queried. “For, God’s sake? There is no other God before the Emperor. And for the Emperor’s sake, I claim this woman as his chattel.

      She turned back to look at Clair with a superior stare.

      “I’ve some bad news for you, my dear.” She smiled, sweetly. “You might have been free until yesterday, but you are a slave again today. It’s a pity you didn’t leave when you had the chance.”

      “What are you talking about?” The young girl shouted, angrily. “And what are you doing to my Guardian?”

      “Oh! She’s your Guardian, is she?” The older woman snickered. “Well, let me inform you, Slut. She is just as much a slave as you are.”

      Claudia turned and looked at the sobbing Celia, still obediently standing in the same lewd and revealing pose.

      “Tell me then, Sister-in-law.” The Mother Superior grinned, evilly. “What was her duty here? Was she your cuntlicker?”

      “No! No!” Sobbed the shamed Celia. Tears flowing freely down her red, blushing cheeks. “She is my Ward. Just my Ward. I love her dearly.”

      “Oh! That’s interesting!” Claudia leered to her laughing friends. “It’ll be fun making them perform together. This is a really delicious situation, don’t you all think?”

      Gloria and Clemantine were still standing each side of Celia. Gleefully, they continued to humiliate her by pulling apart her roasted buttocks and exposing her badly abused anus to the appalled eyes of her horrified Ward.

      “This one’s having a good look at her Mistress’s arsehole.” Laughed the plump Sister Gloria. “If she has never seen it before, it’s only fair that we all have a good look at hers.”

      “Good idea, Sister.” The Holy Mother grinned, and turned to Clair and the two struggling Policemen. “Tribune.” She said. “Please have your men to strip that Slut and then you can leave and continue your work. Don’t worry about her clothing, lads.” She called to the grinning men. “Just rip the dress away and throw it the corner with the other Slut’s clothing.”

      Under the direction of the Tribune, the two Policemen tore the dress off the screaming girl so that her beautiful, full fleshed, pale skinned body was exposed, stark naked, to all in the room.

      “Thank you, Gentlemen.” Said Claudia, walking to the door and opening it. “You may leave us now. I don’t think she’ll give us any more trouble.”

      The Nun was right. When the men released her, Clair, gasping with shock and trying, desperately, to cover her voluptuous nakedness with her all too inadequate hands, stood with her back against the wall and watched with dismay as the grinning men followed their straight laced Officer, reluctantly, through the door and locked it after them.

      “There. Now we have a little privacy.” Claudia smiled. “And privacy is going to be a great luxury to you Sluts in the future.”

      She looked at her two colleagues.

      “You can leave her be now, girls.” The Mother Superior said. “She won’t be any trouble now we have her little friend.”

      The two Nuns left the weeping woman’s side and moved over to where Quintus was still clenching his throbbing erection through his toga. When Sister Gloria stood next to him, the sweating old letch slid his left hand up behind her back and squeezed the plump Nun’s firm, fat arsecheeks with his long bony fingers. All three watched the proceedings with mounting excitement, as their flushed leader looked at both naked women with hot, lascivious eyes.

      “Turn and face me, Sister-in-law.” Claudia said to the sobbing brunette.

       The weeping lady did as she was bid.

      “And how did I tell you to stand when facing your betters.” The Mother Superior smiled, while sliding her long, shiny, thin steel rod from the silken rope around her waist.

      The tearful lady, eyeing the cruel rod with fear in her big, blue eyes, moved her luscious, beautiful, naked body, into the obscene pose, as instructed.

      “Not bad.” Claudia said, with a leer. “But remember. Enthusiasm.”

      Immediately, Celia added those little lewd refinements to the pose. Shoulders back, breasts out, knees splayed wide, naked pubes thrust foreword. She glanced over at the naked young blonde and quickly looked away in shame, when she saw her Ward’s wide, shocked, china blue eyes, gaze at her in horror.

      “Good.” Laughed Claudia as she turned to Clair. “Now you, Slut. You stand as Celia is standing. Quickly, now!”

      The young blonde’s blue eyes flashed with anger.

      “You go to hell!” She shouted in outraged defiance.

      “Last chance.” Grinned the Un-holy Mother, tapping her silver stinger across the palm of her hands.

      “You can go to hell. Do what you like to me. I’ll not do it.” Hissed the young woman, her eyes flashing fire.

     “Right.” Claudia grinned, evilly. “We’ll see.”

      Suddenly, her hand lashed out and brought her sprung-steel rod whipping down, hard, across Celia’s out thrust breasts.

      “Eeeeeeeaaaah!” The lovely brunette shrieked, clutching both hands to her outraged flesh.

      Nnnnnaaaar!” Clair cried out in horror at the vicious blow. “You vile Bitch! Don’t hurt her! It’s me that won’t do it! It’s me!”

      Slaaaaaash! Went the tapered steel rod again across the lush, plump flesh of Celia’s lewdly offered cunt.

      “Yyeeeeeeaaaah! Again the weeping brunette shrieked, as a searing streak of scolding pain lashed up between her spread thighs and deep between her gaping sex lips.

      “No, no, no!” wept the defeated young blonde, tears running freely down her flushed cheeks, as she looked aghast, at her writhing, sobbing Mistress. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt her again. Pleeeeease.”

      Under the smug smiles of the four libertines, Clair slowly assumed the same obscene and humiliating stance Celia was displaying.

      “There!” Leered Sister Gloria, her bright eyes drinking in the sight of the lovely young girl, posturing lewdly before them. “Look at the dirty whore! I knew she was a natural Slut as soon as I saw her. I bet these two sucked each other dry, all times of the day”

      The delighted Mother Superior crossed the mosaic floor and advanced, lustfully, on the blushing seventeen year old.

      “Now, my little spitfire.” Giggled Claudia with glee. “If you don’t want me to strap your lover down and skin her fat arse for her, you had better do everything I say.”

      Here she placed her left hand on the back of Clair’s head and pulled her pretty face close to her own.

     “Kiss me now, cuntsucker.” Ordered the older woman. “Kiss me deep, with plenty of tongue, and don’t hold back.”

      As Claudia covered Clair’s lovely red mouth with her own open lips, and thrust her tongue, deep, into the blonde’s throat, the lecherous Nun brought her right hand up, quickly, between the girl’s spread open thighs and gripped the hot, bald mound of her plump, wet, cunt in her cupped palm .

      Breaking the tongue sucking kiss, Claudia laughed aloud.

      “Ooooh! The dirty Slut is sopping.” She crowed, and kissing the girl’s lovely mouth again, she thrust her middle finger into the hot, wet folds of the  gasping young blonde’s defenceless sex.

      Suddenly, the Mother Superior stopped, her body stiffened. Pushing herself away from the gasping girl, she looked at her with shocked surprise.

     “Quickly.” She shouted to her four accomplices. “Get that table over here in the light.”

      Working quickly, as ordered, Sister Gloria and Sister Clemantine carried the table over and placed it near the shaking, naked, young woman.

     “Now, ladies.” Instructed their leader. “Get her on her back over the table and pull her legs back over her tits. That’s it. Right back.”

     When the Nuns had placed the gasping girl in the required position, Claudia dropped to her knees before her fluttering quim. With trembling hands the lustful lady gripped the blonde’s puffy, swollen, inner-lips, with her fingers and thumbs and pulled them open wide.

      “There.” She gasped. “Am I seeing things, or is that a …….?”

      Quintus bent over and put his face near the young girl’s stretched open, red crack. His watery eyes grew wide.

      “By the Emperor’s bollocks!” He exclaimed. “That, if my old eyes don’t deceive me, is a Hymen!”

      “A what?” Cried Sister Gloria. And she leaned right over the blonde’s jack-knifed body to get a better look.    

      “Is it really?” Asked Sister Clemantine, her strange mirror like eyes blinking weirdly.

      “It certainly is.” Laughed Claudia, in astonishment. “The Slut is a Virgin!” 

       

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