Paula soon understood the meaning of '...living in a private hell...'
Every morning she was hauled from the straw by Lisette and despite her violent resistance the demeaning headgear was put on and she was tied to the sulky. At first she stubbornly refused to walk but the rapid whiplashes across her buttocks soon made her go forward in a desperate effort to escape the pain. Round and round the pole she went, trotting and running, walking while she lifted her hoof-boots high in the air. Until she finally could not go any further and collapsed exhausted on the hot sand, with tears streaming down her face.
Every time Lisette roughly hauled her to her feet and dragged her gasping and stumbling across the blazing white sand back to her cell in the chateau. There she splashed some water over her to cool her down, chained her to the wall and dumped her handcuffed on the straw.
In the afternoon she was brought out again, this time to amuse a 'visitor'. Most of them were men, sometimes a woman. She was made to drag the sulky on a gravel path around the chateau. For these afternoon rides Lisette added an additional humiliation. An extra boom with a large dildo at the end was fitted between her legs and the sulky. It was held in place by a length of ˝ inch knotted nylon rope, tied tightly around her waist and drawn taut. The dildo moved inside her and the knots slid up and down and across her clit with each and every step she took while her free swinging breasts, adorned by the nipple clamps with bells, sent arousing waves of pain down to her belly. Soon the rope and dildo and clamps started an uncontrollable fire in her loins that sent out raging flames through her whole body.
Soon the rub of the rope against her clit and the movement of the dildo in her wet pussy made her stagger and slow down. The passenger in the sulky would lash out with the whip, but the stinging pain would only increase the wildfire in her loins. She would slow down even more until finally, stumbling and shaking, with whiplashes coming down on her buttocks as a flaming rain, she would fall down in a violent orgasm.
After she had been led her back to the cell, the visitors always wanted to fondle her breasts and buttocks and probe her pussy. Slowly but surely a fatalistic mood had come over her. The daily humiliation of a public orgasm and afterwards being fondled and handled by total strangers had changed her profoundly. She no longer resisted the headgear and the sulky. And if a visitor wanted to probe her pussy she did not try to turn away but bent slightly over backwards to allow easy access to her underbelly...
One of them had run a podgy finger through Paula's dripping wet pussy and had whispered in a hoarse voice: 'I will buy you from the Count! Take you home! Keep you as my slave! To make love to me only...' she had just stared ahead and not even reacted.
She had been broken to the bit.
One afternoon she had been harnessed to the sulky again when the visitor took Lisette aside and whispered something in her ear while she handed her some bills. Lisette nodded approval and, after tucking the money away in her décolleté, walked over to Paula with a smirk on her face. She said 'Lucky you! The Baroness von Fulda says it is too hot for a sulky ride. She would rather enjoy you in another way...'
Paula took a quick look at the Baroness. She was a tubby little creature with an ugly, toad like face. Lust was shining from her small, dark eyes.
Before she could get a better look Lisette took her away to 'dress her for the occasion'.
Half an hour later, Paula found herself standing in a circular turret room. Lisette had 'dressed' her rather scantily, if wearing an underslung bra, a garter belt, stockings and high heeled ankle strap pumps could be called 'dressed.' She stood with her arms raised above her head, her wrists cuffed to a short bar that was suspended from the ceiling by a chain. ' After locking the short chain between her ankle-cuffs to a pad-eye in the floor Lisette had left with a sarcastic 'Have a nice time, little sub!.
Some minutes later the baroness came in and Paula gasped at the sight. The baroness wore a tight black elastic corset that exposed most of her large, sagging breasts. It accentuated her massive belly that stuck out like a bass drum. Her thick, podgy arms were covered by elbow-length opera gloves. Her blubbery legs were encased in thigh-high soft leather boots with spiked heels. Black stocking tops were hooked up to the corset by wide garters. A course bush of hair showed under the fat-folds above her crotch. And her face was thickly made up with mascara and eye-shadow.
She looked like the oldest, ugliest whore in the world and was slowly, steadily approaching her...
'So, darling' said the baroness in a guttural voice with a thick German accent 'this is much more pleasant than hauling that stupid little cart around, no?'
Paula had nodded, not knowing what to say. She shivered at the touch of the baroness who had sidled up to her.
'You may speak to me, darling' said the baroness. 'I have instructed Lisette not to gag you, because I want to hear your voice.' And all the time she crept closer and closer until her ugly, toad like face almost touched Paula's. The small, pig like eyes radiated lust as she whispered 'I want to hear your voice when I make you come!' while she put a thick, gloved finger between Paula's pussy lips.
'Oh no, please...don't!' Paula muttered
'What are you afraid of, darling?', the baroness asked while her fingers deeply entered Paula's snatch. 'It's just us two girls having a little fun...'
'Nooooo....' Paula cried
'Why not darling? It will be nice to rub your wet pussy against mine so that you and I come together, no?'
I...I don't...'
'Ahh, you've never been intimate with a woman before! Wunderbar, then you're almost a virgin!'
And all the while her fingers moved deep inside Paula's pussy, her thumb rubbed Paula's clit and her mouth closed on one of Paula's nipples.
'Oh no! Please no! Please no! Paula screamed and she tried to get away from the fat ugly female that was invading her. But it was no use. The baroness simply locked ablubbery arm around her waist and kept the chain to the bar tight. And all the while she rubbed Paula's clit and moved her fingers up and down Paula's pussy. Grunting she lifted her large breasts out of the corset and rubbed her nipples against Paula's while her slavering mouth came down hard on Paula's lips, smothering her cries.
Helplessly trapped and masturbated Paula's body started to react. Her nipples swelled and became more and more sensitive. Flames seemed to radiate from her clit into her belly and involuntary she started to move her hips to the rhythm of the baroness fingers. Finally, she gasped and shook with an orgasm.
'Ach, du bist so shön!' the baroness said 'And now it's my turn'.
She unhooked the chain and, after cuffing Paula's hands behind her back, dragged her towards a comfortable chair in a corner. There she forced Paula on her knees while she settled in the chair. She opened her legs wide and pulled Paula's face towards her dripping cunt.
'Lick!' she commanded
When Paula hesitated, the baroness gripped Paula's hair and yanked her face forward until was buried in the layers of fat overhanging the hairy crotch.
'Lick!'
And Paula started to lick the dirty cunt that stank of urine and female juices. She licked and licked until the baroness arched her back and pressed her cunt even tighter in Paula's face. She yelled 'Ja..ja. Ich komme...Ich komme!', her fat legs jerking convulsively and the spiked heels beating a tattoo on the floor.
Paula's incarceration in the stables ended one late afternoon, after she had hauled another visitor around the castle, Instead of dumping her cuffed and chained on the straw, Lisette led her up what seemed endless series of stairs until they reached a bedroom liked the one Paula had been in before. This room was large and comfortable. But the windows had iron bars outside and Lou-Lou was guarding the corridor, looking like a large and angry mastiff lying curled up in some kind of large sleeping basket
Headgear and harness taken off she stood waiting obediently in the middle of the clean and comfortable room and Lisette snapped 'Take a shower and get some rest. I'll be back in an hour or so!' then she walked out and slammed the door behind her. Paula took the few steps to the bathroom as if in a trance. She could not believe it! A wonderful warm shower! To rinse off the grime and sand and sweat of she did not know how many days! When she came out of the bathroom she let herself fall full length onto the inviting softness of the bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
'Wake up, little sub. You have duties to perform!' Lisette snarled while she shook Paula's shoulder sharply. Slowly, Paula raised herself until she sat upright, totally naked except for the towel she had used to dry herself. 'Come on, stop wasting time and get dressed!' Lisette said, pointing to a heap of garments on a chair next to a large mirror. 'You have to be clad properly as you're going to serve our distinguished visitors!'
Twenty minutes later Paula was wobbling on a pair of square toed ballet boots with 8 inch heels. Her body was encased in a tightly strapped black latex corset from which hung six wide garters that held up crotch high black latex stockings. A wide leather posture collar was locked around her neck; her arms were encased in shoulder length latex gloves that were hooked to the collar; but her bosom and crotch were bare and exposed. She numbly looked on while Lisette cuffed her arms behind her back and locked a pair of white leather cuffs around her ankles. The short chain between them had a little bell tied to it.
Then she was heavily made-up. She hardly recognized herself, with a face full of rouge, mascara and eye shadow. Her lips were painted with bright red shining lipstick that contrasted nicely against the black leather bit Lisette placed in her mouth. It was held in place by two large steel rings and a strap that was hidden under Paula's neatly combed and sprayed hair.
'Now the final details' Lisette said and she tied a bright wooden serving platter around Paula's waist. It's front end was held up by two light chains connected to nipple clamps. Paula winced as the clamps bit into her nipples and the weight of the platter pulled at her breasts. 'Oooh... you look marvelous!' cooed Lisette 'But the visitors must hear you coming!' and she grinned while she clamped two little silver bells to Paula's pussy lips.
Lisette led her into a large room full of people, smelling of food, perfume and cigar smoke. At a corner table a servant in a white coat loaded Paula's tray with glasses of champagne. Then he gestured her to go into the crowd and offer drinks. She walked into the room, taking short steps because of the chain between her ankles and the glasses on her tray. The visitors smiled and laughed when the noticed her and some of them had applauded the arrival of the drinks. While they took their glasses most of them made some kind of demeaning remark. And she was touched and fondled by all of them. Most of them kneaded her breasts. Some of them pinched her bottom and a few slipped their hands between her legs to toy with the bells and her pussy lips.
She endured it all in a kind of numbness, as if her body was no longer her own. When a particularly ugly, fat man put the wet end of his cigar in her pussy (...a young woman's juices makes it taste much better, my dear...) she obligingly opened her legs. And nobody observed the single tear that rolled down her cheek.....
Late that night, when the visitors had left, Lisette took off her cuffs and serving platter. She curtly told her to collect the dirty plates and glasses and tidy up the room. Then Lou-Lou led her back to her room and locked the door behind her. Her whole body ached as she wrestled out of the smelly latex garments and the awful ballet boots. For a moment she held them in her hands. Then, in a rage, she threw them into a corner and collapsed sobbing on the bed...
From that day onward, her life consisted of a daily pattern that never varied. Each morning she was fully dressed up as a pony girl that had to tow some visitor in the sulky behind her. Sometimes just in the courtyard but frequently she had to trot along the gravel path that looped around the castle. Each afternoon she was dressed as a cheap whore, available to male and female visitors alike. And each evening she was serving drinks to the guests as a latex-fetish doll, walking around in ballet boots, with her hands cuffed behind her back and a tray full of glasses suspended from her breasts.
She silently endured this humiliating routine, knowing it was useless to protest. It gradually numbed her feelings and made her retreat more and more into herself. Her former life receded until it seemed to be a distant dream. Her old personality faded away with it. Slowly but surely it was replaced by a submissive frame of mind until, in the end, she had no will of her own left...
She had been tamed.