His speech went on, and dread began to consume her, fresh and ripe as if it were the first pangs upon entering Edward's Home. Not that, she thought as the assumptions filled her, please don't let him do that. It would be humiliating, degrading, almost worse than the affairs that happened at the "tea-talk". The slaves only watched (as they were supposed to), but Judith was faintly aware that Mab was absent. That, of course, was all the better. Where was that girl, she wondered frantically; was something going on at the moment - perhaps in the dungeons - that Judith was unaware of? Her heart pounded with awful things; of certain rape to her beloved Mab, of burnings, of more scaring whips... But it wasn't her place to pity; Judith pitied no one! Love was weakening her, Judith thought miserably.
Then suddenly, Edward grabbed her, grabbed her hard and swung her over his knees. There she was subjected to the curious eyes of all the slaves, watching as their tormentor was, indeed, tormented herself. Her jacket was torn off, exposing her small white shirt and tie, and soon her pants too were tossed from her body with little ease. Beneath she wore nothing; no bra, no thong, and her nipples began to protest against their thin fabric at the mere touch of Edward's hand against her bare buttocks. Judith turned her head to look at him, and he shouted sharply,
"I did not tell you to look at me!" His harsh tone sent her eyes to the floor. Who was this person she had suddenly been transformed into? Her will was gone, her strength, her very being, but she swore to herself she would not cry again. Especially before these mere slaves,
(That is another thing our dear Judith did not realize; the reason for her punishment was that idea she had of being higher and more almighty than the other slaves, even when she was once as simple as they were)
mere shells of people that had once been.
Her thoughts were cut short and her breath dropped as a sharp pang and a hard "SLAP" rang out as her master brought his heavy palm down upon her sculpted ass. It was harsh, low, and without dignity, to be paddled before these slaves! A mere paddling!? She was horrified! That he wouldn't even use his whip. And then it came: a snicker. Someone in the group of slaves had begun to softly laugh, perfectly amused at Judith's predicament. Another slap, another giggle, and then the hits became even merciless and far quicker.
Her arms were grabbed and hoisted upwards, causing flashes of immense pain, back writhing before Edward, her sex hard from the sharp burn of his hand and pressing painfully against the man's thighs. Judith groaned, trying to move herself to alleviate that awful feeling, but all in vain.
It wasn't a whip he brought out then, oh no. It was a thick paddle, wood enwrapped with leather and studded with small points. Of course, Judith didn't know this until he brought it down, and this time the poor shemale did let out a scream, beautiful, but shrill and truly genuine. This, the man kept up until a soft film of blood and open wounds marred the lovely buttocks before him. Then, stroking the woman's hair, smiling that dreadful little smile, he brought forth another paddle, varnished wood and strewn with holes.
Stinging "FWAPS!", Judith was crying now, humiliated, agonized, torn more emotionally than physically. And when she thought she must pass out (begged for it), Edward stood up and threw her face down over the chest where he had gotten his paddling instruments.
A good, rough sodomizing was what she really needed, and then afterwards away to bed, Edward thought, forcing his way into the shemale's ass, her screaming and crying not even making him feel the slightest in pity. A few hard thrusts later, he came, and tossed her to the ground like she was nothing more than...
...than a slave.
A few servants were summoned to take her to his room. Two servants that Judith had taken upon herself to torment once, and after they were out of Edward's sight, they decided to have their own bit of play with her.
Later she sort of wished she hadn't been so cruel, and yet as she lie in bed, bleeding and broken and fully disheartened, Judith knew that it was meant to be.
She knew that it was Edward's turn to be broken. It would just take time and patience.
Time and patience.
She fell asleep wishing to be with Mab and worrying for her, but too tired to go out looking.
