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Abigail's End

In the Presidential Palace, there is a dining room where only the most trustedand honoured of the dictator's guests are ever entertained. Here are the mostdecadent and opulent symbols of his power. Perhaps the most decadent and opulentsymbol of all is the white statue holding a finger-basin by the entrance.

On the wall behind the statue, in an arc over its head, the inscription reads, "Tothe twin virtues of humility and obedience." It is a naked woman, and her namewas once "Abigail".

The observant visitor might notice that she has her feet bolted to the plinth,her legs tightly pressed against one another to enable her to accommodate theshafts of metal passing through her feet. Her arms are outstretched, tied toa long, gold crossbar by chains that pass through holes in her small palms,and wrap around emblems representing the virtues inscribed on her plinth. Sincethe emblems are too large to pass through the hole, she is held firmly in placeby them.

She is nude, and every part of her is fully visible to those who want tolook. Her beautiful labia and clitoris may be examined (and touched) by anywho want a closer look, for just like a statue, there is not one hair on Abigail'sbody, except for the chestnut locks that hang down her back. Her remarkablysmooth mons veneris has been remarked upon by many. However, there is not unrestrictedaccess. In her labia minora are implanted three pairs of silver eyelets, andthese are locked together using small golden padlocks to bar any access toher vagina.

Now we come to the basin itself. Abigail's breasts have, it seems, had holesput in, just like the ones in her hands and feet, running horizontally throughthe fleshiest part. Through these tunnels is passed a metal bar with a hoopon either end. Attached to the hoops are chains from which hangs the basinitself. This is a small trough, about 4" wide (front to back) by 12" long (sideto side) by 3 inches deep, and it is filled with rose water.

When the honoured guest has thus washed his fingers ready for the meal ahead,or perhaps before he moves on to another engagement, he will wish to dry them.In Abigail's nose there is a small ring, and through it is hung a thin towel,that drapes down between her nipples. Guests may take the towel in both hands,or may choose to wipe their hands over Abigail's breasts to get dry.

When any new guest asks about Abigail, he is always told, "She is a volunteer,who immigrated from America to set an example to her countrymen. She will neverspeak a word of protest, and will always be happy to serve." It is true thatshe will not speak a word of protest, for she has been rendered unable to speakat all. Despite the President's words, it is rumoured that Abigail was oncean idealistic young woman who embarked on a lesbian affair with the President'swife while campaigning for women's equality. If that is true, then she hasclearly been taught the error of her ways.

If Abigail should ever spill any water from her basin, bend her knees evenonce during the evening, or in any other way fail to fulfil her role as washbasin,then she will have to stand where she is for another 24 hours after the lastguest has departed, and a pot of water will be balanced on her head. This willbe practice for the next time. If the pot of water should have fallen, or anymore water been spilt, during those 24 hours, then Abigail will be whippedharshly for her failure to live up to the virtues to which she is dedicated.

When the evening is over, it is time for Abigail to be packed away. She doesnot stand there all the time, but is brought out for special occasions. ThePresident's most trusted servants are given the task of removing the statue-womanto her storage place.

It is always a relief to Abigail when the servants come to remove the basin.As soon as they have touched it, they are responsible for any spillages. Thebasin is unhooked from the bar, and taken away to be cleaned and rinsed. Thenthe metal bar is retracted from Abigail's breasts, cleaned and put into a velvet-linedbox (labelled with the logo of "DeMoeira Correctional Industries, Inc.), whereall Abigail's accoutrements are stored when not in use. Out of the box comesAbigail's sleeve, washed and rinsed while she has been on duty. It is a clingingrubber garment that wraps around her torso, over her bosom and directly underher armpits. It is moulded so as to hug her tightly like a corset, pinchingher waist slightly and clasping her breasts close and constricted to her chest.It is pulled tighter yet by the servants as they fasten the buckles at theback. Then the emblems of humility and obedience are extracted from the chains,and placed in the box with the crossbar and chains. Another rubber sleeve isrevealed, and the servants pull Abigail's hands behind her back. Her handsare bolted together in the same manner as her feet are bolted to the floor.Then the sleeve is run up, over her hands and arms, right up almost to hershoulders (the rubber around her torso is always drawn even tighter than beforeas Abigail's arms are pinned ever more tightly back). This also is buckledclose.

Around Abigail's hair, along its length, are tied five elastic bands, sothat the hair hangs straight in a single column down her back. Around her throata rubber collar is placed, and it is tall, covering part of her shoulders,all of Abigail's neck and under her chin, forcing her head into an upright,almost reverent posture.

Abigail's feet are then unfastened from the floor, the nuts undone, and therubber washers that match the contours of her feet packed away. They lift Abigailfrom the bolts that are set into the floor, and place her facedown on the ground,while they slip a third sheath of rubber onto her legs. This one reaches almostto her hips, but does not cover her groin.

Once they have finished, they pour water into her mouth: always the sameamount, as instructed by their employer. Abigail swallows it all, for it isthirsty work that she has done. Then she is carried in her rubber cocoon onthe shoulders of the servants, down to the basement. There, a drawer with hername on it awaits her. It has a soft lining that is moulded to fit the formof her sleeping body, and the servants lie her on her back. Her rubber-cladarms fit neatly into the hollow provided for them, so that her blood can flowfreely. They insert a catheter to her urinary tract, the tube of which leadsto a regularly emptied receptacle. Two more tubes are placed between her lips.Sucking on one will bring a food pellet that she can chew and swallow. Theother has a teat that delivers drinking water when required There are limitedamounts of each supply. Abigail is only ever brought out of her drawer oncea day to defecate, except on those occasions when she is to be used for something.She is not only a washbasin, but has other uses. Sometimes, the President himselfwishes to have sex with her. Always she is made to kneel, forehead and forearmson the floor, while the venerated leader takes his pleasure of her. It is themost humiliating and submissive of positions, as he imprints upon her his power.

Now at last, Abigail can sleep. Nothing else will happen until tomorrow.Does she dream of her night of passion with the First Lady? Does she remembera life as a free, independent woman of America, far, far away? Nobody willtell, for she cannot.

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