It was an unusual sight, Thomas would always remember, that strange day when he was preparing a feast for Edward and Judith (the rapist of many men, he often said with a laugh) and those two stormed in, each dressed in leather straps and boots, holding whips. Judith he recognized immediately, but he was uncertain of the pretty young woman next to her.

"There has been a change of plans," Judith said loudly, looking at the other servants in the room, "A change of master. Edward will not be coming for dinner." Thomas did not know what to do; such a thing had never happened! So, he grabbed the pan he had been preparing a sauce in, and threw it at the shemale, hot contents and all. Fortunately, Judith made a speedy slide out of harm's way, catching the man by the throat (she stood taller than he), pressing the end of the whip against his neck. Thomas gasped for breath, but she did not release him until he fell limp, presently passed-out. The other servants, not wanting to get into the same predicament (or worse), only continued dinner, not making a second glance. Satisfied, Judith led Mab down to the slave quarters, chosing a room, and entering with the quick snap of a key.

Inside was Saul, his gaze touching Judith's just briefly before he let it drop. "My dear, Saul," she went to the man and kissed him gently on the mouth (the softness surprised him), "I have a wonderful task for you."

"And what would that be?"

"Take this letter," she put it into his hand, smiling contentedly, "and give it to Edward. Then, return and inform me of his presence."

"You don't know where he is?"

"Of course not! Now, go on...find him, and spare me the trouble. Oh! And one more thing..." She took the small belt of his collar and unhitched the thing, letting it drop to the ground. "There you go, my darling." The man, absolutely befuddled, scrambled off to obey his new mistress.

Part 2

"What is the meaning of this, Judith!?" He was being dragged into the dining room, where the shemale was sitting at one end of the table, Mab sitting close by. Saul had Edward's hands twisted up behind his back so the excruciating amount of pain prevented him from struggling.

"I am glad you could join us for dinner! I told the servants not to be expecting you, but I'm sure there is enough food. Come! Sit down! There is a spot reserved especially for you, but you'll have to do something first."

"Oh? And what's that?" He began laughing, the tone of his voice sharply changing when Saul gave another yank on his arm.

"Your chair has the chain and collar. You'll have to put it on, and remember, Saul is going to have to feed you since you won't be able to reach your tableware." Edward's jaw dropped and then the laughter started again.

"Oh, you're ridiculous, my Love! Come off this idiotic little game, I haven't the desire for it. Me the slave? You the master? Oh, well that shan't work at all!"

"I am being very serious, Edward." Her eyes narrowed into a scowl before she sighed with agitation and stood up, slapping her thighs lightly with her short, but very thick leather strap, perfect for close-up "encounters". Nodding her head to Saul, the man shoved Edward to his knees. "Kiss my boots, now, kiss your Master's boots." When he refused, she kicked him in the face, knocking him onto his back, and then brought the whip hard against one cheek. The force of the blow sent his head snapping the other way, and he gave out a cry, surprised at the strength. Another nod, and he was on his stomach, face-first in persian carpet he himself had purchased. What was happening? What had suddenly sparked this madness?

"Your clothing is a bit too nice for my liking." SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And then a hearty scream tearing from Edward; Judith had sliced the garments into tattered shreds, blood pouring from the new lashes. "Things are changing, my Pet," another slap, this one between his legs, "Now, how about getting into that chair before I really begin the discipline?" Saul did not even need to hold him; Edward pulled himself up and managed to pull himself into the chair, clicking the collar into place. It was pointless trying to outrun her; Judith was the fastest creature he had ever met, both with a whip, cock, and her legs.

His food had been pre-prepared, blended in a grey mixture that Saul began to force down his throat with a tube. All the while, Judith began to chat. "The way you run things is getting old. We propose new leadership to spice things up; a delightful duet from myself and dear Mab. Oh yes, you remember her, I'm sure. Lovely, lovely." Mab, however, touched the shemale's arm, and said softly,

"I have my own plans for him, the worst thing, the only to break him?"

"Oh, Love? Lean in closer, tell me!" And she did. Judith's eyes widened with delight and she cried out jubilantly. "Oh, you are a brilliant girl! Yes, of course! He must get a good beating beforehand though." She looked at Edward. "Well, continue eating! Drink it just a bit faster, I had that blended just for you, Pet! Is it not good? Scraps, you know, some vegetables leftover, a bit of turkey here, a bit of chicken there, a bit of mystery-content...it gives it just the nice little kick doesn't it? No, don't you dare try spitting it out through your nose, you rotten worm!" Jumping to her feet, she marched to Edward, ushering Saul away. Grabbing his chin, she forced the man to look at her, the tube sticking from his mouth, twitching down his throat. "I would appreciate this meal, because it will be your last for a very long while. Your power is gone, Edward; this is for everything you have done to me, you self-righteous bastard. I will break you to the point where you are convinced your name is any henious thing I tell you."

Aside from thinking about the gruesome blend he was drinking, Edward thought the taste of his own medicine didn't taste too fine at all.