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The Love Slave

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There once lived a Count by the name of David Von Sevillo. The Count lived in a nice-sized castle with his three sons - Alvonso, Simonius, and Theodorlov, and their family slave, Jeanetrie.

The sons never thought much of Jeanetrie, in fact, it was hard for them to imagine life without having a peasant girl wait on them hand and foot, almost their own personal Cinderella. There WAS one thing though, Simonius liked her, and she kind of liked him too; in fact, at an early age, Simonius sat in his room one night, tending to his studies while Jeanetrie was cleaning his room. It was here that he learned that she too shares a passion for learning and literature, so, figuring no harm, he asked her to join him in the book he was studying; as time went by Count Von Sevillo was growing impatient when he saw Jeanetrie was an hour-and-a-half late fixing a hot bath for him. The Count found Jeanetrie lost in the void of her mind as she read with his middle son, but before Simonius could explain to his father what happened, Jeanetrie spoke up.

"Please forgive me, my Count, I could not resist sinking my mind into the fine literary work young Simonius was studying, I'll get right back to work, without any further questions".

It was not good enough. Jeanetrie was severely beaten for slacking off her duties. This upset Simonius a little, why must she be so cruely punished if she did not do something to The Count's desire?

"Because that's the way things are, Simonius!" Alvonso, his older brother, explain. "She's a slave, a slave is supposed to do what she's ordered to do, and if she doesn't do it, she has to pay the consequences". "But she IS a person", Simonius argued. "She has feelings too." Alvonso did not listen, as he did not care.

One day, Count Von Sevillo decides that Alvonso was old enough to start thinking about finding a fair maiden to ask for the hand of for marriage; The Count was aware that his oldest son was interested in the village princess, Brittania, so The Count invited Brittania to the castle for a social dinner. She accepted. That meant that the castle had to be in tip-top shape, and be presentable for the visiting princess, so this meant more work for Jeanetrie.

"... And finally, I would like all the floors in this castle to be spit-shined, and polished, is that understood?" Asked The Count. "Yes my Count", Jeanetrie said obdiently. "My Count?" She asked, "I realize I have a considerable amount of work on my hands this afternoon, I was wondering if I could POSSIBLY ask just ONE, TINY little favor from you?" "What?!" The Count barked. "My Count, would it be too much trouble to ask that my shackles be removed?" The Count eyeballed his slave. "Just for this afternoon? I give SO much and ask for SO little... they really are beginning to cut off the circulation to my ankles, and I do have so much to do today..."

Jeanetrie was struck across her back and hind-end fifty times with a whip for insobordination, Simonius couldn't stand the thought of his special friend being treated this way simply because she asked her shackles be removed from her tired ankles. While The Count was preparing for the visit in his chambers, Simonius approached the poor girl who was scrubing the dining room floor with a toothbrush. "Why do you take it?" He asked her. "Excuse me?" She responded. "Why do you take it? You asked for a favor, and were ABUSED for it... you make a tiny little mistake, you're ABUSED for it... you speak when not spoken to, you're ABUSED for it... WHY do you take it?" Jeanetrie paused for a few moments until she shrugged and went back to work. "I'm just used to it I guess." This broke Simonius's heart, how could such a poor girl be USED to such abuse? If only there was something he could do for her...

So moments later, as Jeanetrie finished putting away the cleaning supplies to get ready to set the table and prepare dinner, Simonius walked up to her, holding a key. "What's that?" She asked him. "It's the key to your shackles. You mentioned they were uncomfortable, and were cutting off the circulation to your ankles, I wanted to remove them for you." "Oh, you don't need to do that Simonius..." she tried to tell him, but he insisted as thoughtfully unlocked the shackles and removed them from her ankles; they were a dull red, almost purplish color, this broke his heart even more as began to massage them to get the circulation going again. "You don't deserve a life like this Jeanetrie," he said to her, "You're a kind, warm, intelligent girl, and you're treated like you're less than nothing, you deserve much better!" "Um... could you please lower your voice? If your father hears us..." she began to say, but he interrupted her again. "Jeanetrie, you should run away! You can't continue to live like this, you have a right to a life of your own, you should live it!" "But if I run away," she added, "I could face the ultimate punishment if I'm caught..." "What IS the ultimate punishment?" He asked in curiosity. "Death." She said quietly.

The dinner went well, Count Von Sevillo was very pleased with the nice job Jeanetrie had done, the castle looked beautiful, and the dinner was delicious; Princess Brittania enjoyed her evening, and was very much impressed with young Alvonso, them ending up together seemed like a shoo-in! Simonius offered to help the slave girl clean up the dining room, but "Now, now Simonius, Jeanetrie has a job to do, and it's that only she should..." Count Von Sevillo stopped when he noticed something out of the ordinary. "Where on Earth are your shackles?!" He exclaimed. Simonius was about to tell him the truth, but Jeanetrie knew that if he got in trouble with his father, that he would be locked in his room for a month. "I swiped the key," Jeanetrie lied, "I simply just HAD to take them off for JUST this afternoon... I HAD to... I was going to put them right back on after my work was finished, and replace the key in its respective location, honest I was... I just need to let my ankles breathe a little..."

The next morning, Simonius nearly vomitted when he saw Jeanetrie had one black eye, while the other was swollen closed, cracked glasses, and an assortment of other bruises across her beautiful face. "They did this to you simply because your shackles were removed?" Simonius demanded to know. "Yef" Jeanetrie said through her swollen lips. "That does it!" Simonius cried. "I can't stand to see you treated this way! I don't like it, it makes me feel terrible to see such a wonderful young girl like you treated like... well... a SLAVE!" "Theresh nofing you can do about it Fimoniuf," Jeanetrie mumbled, "I AM a flave, and muft be threated as fufh..." "Not if I have anything to say about it Jeanetrie... Father goes to be exactly at 10:30 every night, and he is a notoriously hard sleeper... meet me in the library at midnight tonight!"

So when midnight came, Jeanetrie quietly snuck out of her living quarters in the attic and met Simonius in the library. "What is this Simonius?" She asked him. Simonius whipped out the key once more and removed her shackles again. "There, you're free now." "What?" she asked. "You're no longer our slave, you can leave this castle, run away, and find a new life for yourself!" "I can't do that!" She said to him. "If I'm caught, I will lose my head!" "You will NOT be caught!" Simonius reassured her, "I will talk to my father in the morning, a man-to-man talk, trust me, you will not be hunted down, you will not be caught, you will not be sentenced to death, you WILL have a new life, and you WILL be free, I promise you!" Jeanetrie felt tears spill from her eyes as she embraced her forbidden lover, and shared a passionate kiss with him. "Thank you for everything, Simonius!" Those were the last words Simonius heard from his favorite girl's timid lips before she stole from the castle, and into the night, determined to start a new life for herself.
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Dude...so dirty XD
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