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NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By. Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 27
THE REUNION
Tanya was still laughing as she turned and strode out of the women’s washroom at Logan Airport. Not sure what was expected of her, slut closed her cape and sped out as well, hoping the Jewish woman hadn’t yet reported the incident to anyone . They went straight to the baggage claim area and then out from the airport to short term parking. Tanya never spoke. Her long legged strides were gigantic, little Keri needing to take two steps for every one the Amazonian Dom took.
After walking the entire length of the parking field, slut could see two cars parked together, but away from all the others. One was a bright cherry red Dodge Viper, and the other was a deep dark Tootsie Roll pop purple Corvette. Both cars were convertibles with the tops off. A man dressed all in black, a chauffeur, leaned casually against the rear quarter panel of the ‘Vette. He was tall, although, no taller than Tanya, and handsome to a fault.
“Keys,” Tanya said, extending Her hand as She approached the chauffeur. In a liquid motion, he pulled a set if keys from his pocket and delicately placed them in Her hand. Tanya turned to slut and handed the keys to her.
“This car belongs to a client of mine, who has ever so graciously agreed to lend it to Me for the weekend. In the glove box is an envelope, which contains My home address, and both My home phone number and My cell phone number, should you have need to contact Me, which I should hope you don’t, unless of course there is a dire emergency. Otherwise, I expect to see you at My home Sunday at 11:30 for brunch. Questions?”
“No, Mistress Tanya. Thank You.”
“Uh, Mistress,” the chauffeur cautiously interrupted.
“What is it, Reggie?” she replied, clearly annoyed by his intrusion.
“You asked me to remind You about the transmission, Mistress.”
“Ah yes, good boy!
“This car has a six speed transmission,” Tanya explained, indicating the Viper. “you may use it if you can drive a stick. The other one,” pointing to the Corvette, “has an automatic.”
“Which ever You would prefer is fine, Mistress Tanya,” slut answered politely, hoping to score some points with her Mistress’ friend, “i learned how to drive on a manual transmission.”
Tanya’s eyes squinted, boring through slut’s eyes. “Take the red one. It will make you all the more conspicuous, and that’s what Ilsa wishes.”
That said, Tanya strode to the passenger side of the Corvette, Reggie firmly in tow and waited only a fraction of a second for him to open Her door for Her. Reggie got back in the driver’s side, started up the big V-8 and off they sped from the parking lot, leaving slut and Keri in their wake. Keri got in the car while slut stowed their bags, then they too were off. Keri’s hand slipped unceremoniously under the cape and found slut’s wet hole. Concentrating on the clutch, brake and gas pedals, slut wasn’t able to spread her legs very wide to accommodate keri’s probing fingers, but she did separate them some. Keri was fascinated by how it always seemed to be wet. Deftly, she manipulated the folds and the erect clit while slut concentrated on keeping hold of the reins on the powerful sports car as she negotiated their way from the warren of roads that got them out of Logan. Their motel reservations were up in Glouster, north east of Boston. The weather was beautiful, so slut opted to take U.S. 1 up to the Yankee Division Highway out to their motel.
The car was certainly an attention getter. Drivers in other vehicles, pedestrians, everyone it seemed turned and looked as the throaty rumble from the exhaust pipes caught their attention. At a traffic light, three leather clad bikers pulled up on both sides of the Viper, initially to check out the car, but then drawn to the bald driver whose passenger had her hand buried between her legs. Rather than being frightened, Keri reached up and untied the cape, exposing slut’s breasts with all their hardware. The bikers all became slack jawed, until the light turned green and the Viper’s massive engine roared, brining them back to the here and now, left in the dust of the powerful car.
They checked into the room, and both stripped naked. Keri had slut attend to her toilet needs, and then she spent better than forty minutes teasing slut orally, bringing her near release, and then backing off several times. slut gave her verbal pointers about using her teeth, her tongue, her fingers, sucking the clit and labia. Keri’s skills were rough, but at the same time, innate. She was rapidly becoming an expert with her oral skills and techniques. slut even began to teach the girl the basics of analingus. Keri took to the distasteful task with enthusiasm.
After having enjoyed a brief nap in the same bed, entwined in each other’s arms, they hopped into the shower together and began dressing for the tailgate party before the homecoming football game. Keri was excited to see where slut had gone to school and to meet her friends, while slut, on the other hand, was not at all eager to go back and be forced into explaining what she had done with her life. It wasn’t that she cared what her former high school friends thought of her situation, quite to the contrary, slut was looking forward to seeing their reactions first hand to her status of consensual and unconditional slavery. It was just that she had never really quite found her niche in those days, as she had always been on the periphery of all the various social groups, never belonging to one.
slut put on the pleated skirt and the scoop neck red sweater. It was so tight as to actually be form fitting. The balls at the ends of her breast bar were plainly visible, although, as slut looked at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t imagine anyone having the slightest idea what the two bulges were on the outside of her breasts. The cut of the neck allowed some of the scars her Mistress had carved into her breast to show on top. Keri had donned a plain gray hoodie and warm-up pants.
As they were just about ready to leave, they were both startled when the door to their room suddenly opened and Mistress Tanya stood framed in the doorway, clutching a leather satchel and clad from head to toe in rich tan suede. On top She wore an unbuttoned fringed western style jacket, very short, nothing underneath, revealing Her toned flat belly, with a clearly defined six pack. The skin tight fitting leather jeans were also fringed, with decorative conchos, and rode extremely low on her narrow hips, a minimum of three inches below Her navel. The jeans were tucked into a pair of matching suede boots. They were high, reaching to just below Her knees, with four inch spike heels and each was adorned with silver spurts held in place with thin chains. Topping off the ensemble was a cowboy hat made of the same leather with colorful feathers in the hatband.
“Ladies,” Tanya said as She strode into the room and made for the bed. Setting the satchel on the unmade linens, She proceeded to unlatch it. Keri and slut stood silently and watched as Tanya removed a thick black dildo and squat stubby butt plug from the bag.
“Strip, slut,” She commanded.
“As You wish, Mistress,” slut replied automatically. Naked, she knelt on the floor, hands behind her back, knees apart, and waited.
“Keri,” Tanya called, never taking Her eyes from slut’s huge breast bars. Handing the butt plug over, She added, “Suck on this and get it ready.”
“Of course, Mistress,” the young girl replied, eager to see it disappear up slut’s ass. She licked and slurped the soft rubber noisily, coating in saliva.
“Bend over, slave,” Tanya ordered, as She sat on the bed to watch.
As commanded, slut bent over at the waist, her head on the carpet, her ass up, offered.
“Put it up her ass, little one!”
“Okay,” Keri said, excited about being allowed to push the plug up slut’s proffered ass.
“Prep her, first,” Tanya added, wanting to see the girl in action.
Without the least bit of hesitation, Keri knelt behind slut and shoved her face into the open crack, her tongue seeking the tightly puckered ring. Licking, probing, sucking, Keri kept at the task until Tanya told her to stop. Then she took the plug and slowly, steadily pushed it against the bud, watching with awe as slut, against human reflex, relaxed her muscles, and made the task that much easier for Keri. The hole stretched and widened as the thick taper disappeared inside the slave, buried to the hilt.
Keri knelt over and kissed the base of the plug. It was then that she noticed the thick metal ring which was imbedded in the bottom.
“This too, Keri,” Tanya said, tossing the dildo at her.
As Keri sucked the dildo, impressing the Domme with her skills, Tanya couldn’t take her eyes from the scene. She seemed mesmerized. Captivated. Studying each nuance throughly. Watching as Keri’s lips and tongue caressed the gleaming plastic phallus. Sucking it deeply into her small mouth, and then slowly pulling it back out, letting her tongue swish around the end, and then repeating the process anew. It was as if she were sucking a man off, Tanya thought to Herself, smiling. Tanya allowed this to continue far longer than necessary before turning Keri loose on slut’s cunt. It was only then that Keri buried her face in slut’s already soaking pussy and began lapping at the hole.
The dildo slid in with no effort at all. Kissing the base of the dildo as well, Keri leaned back on her haunches and looked with glee at the plastic invaders she had inserted into slut’s cunt and ass.
Tanya tossed a thin silver chain to Keri and told her to fasten it around slut’s waist. The chain snug, Tanya got up and clipped the end of another chain to the backside of the waist chain. Draping the new chain between slut’s legs, Tanya passed it through the loops in the base of the butt plug and dildo, before clipping it to the front of the waist chain.
“Stand,” Tanya commanded.
slut stood, aware of her two invaded holes all the more now as the pressure increased. Tanya pulled on the chains felt the tension to make sure they were tight enough to prevent slut inadvertently dispelling either the plug or dildo. “You may get dressed again and go to the reunion.”
“Yes, Mistress,” slut answered politely, reaching for her clothes.
“Keri.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You may remove the dildo and plug when you are both back here at the motel, but not before. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Keri said happily.
“And I would expect you to give them both a proper and through cleaning as well,” She added.
“Yes, Mistress,” Keri readily agreed.
“I’ll expect details,” Tanya added, and then She bent over and kissed Keri on the mouth, Her tongue pushing past Keri’s taut lips, seeking the deepest recesses of Keri’s mouth. Tanya didn’t break away until She had allowed Her tongue to explore the orefice freely. Gently placing Her hand on Keri’s crotch, She cupped it, gave it a gentle squeeze, and then patted it several times. Silently, Tanya stood and walked out the door, leaving Keri and slut alone once more.
“She’s sort of scary,” Keri spoke as they drove the Viper to the football game.
“Yes, She is,” slut agreed, offering nothing by way of explanation.
“Can you feel the dildo and plug?” Keri asked, turning in her seat to face slut.
“Yes, of course,” slut snapped. Then, backing off, she quickly added, “I’m sorry, Keri. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just nervous about going back to school, that’s all.
“Yes, I can feel the dildo and plug, but they’re really nothing. Not even a nuisance. I’ve been made to endure much longer and thicker ones than these. Actually i hardly even paid attention to them until you brought them up.”
“Maybe it’s ‘cuz I got them so wet for you first,” Keri half joked, looking for a stronger connection.
“Yes,” slut replied smiling knowingly. “They did slide into me easily. You did a great job getting them, and me ready. Thank you!”
“No problem.”
Keri fiddled with the cd changer as slut turned off into the long drive that lead to her alma mater.
The campus was alive with a sea of teenagers all heading for the big homecoming game against their arch rivals. The red Viper stood out like is was intended to, and drew constant stares and comments as slut negotiated a parking spot for the expensive car.
Following the masses, slut and Keri found a table set up welcoming alumni.
“Hi,” the overly cheerful greeter said to them as they neared the table. “I’m Patty, it’s Emerson now, but it was Greene when I was here. Do I remember you?” she asked, studying slut’s face, unable to tear her eyes from the bald head glistening in the lights from the field.
“I’m sl....nicole,” she caught herself. “Nicole Hastings. I.....I think maybe we might have been in Chem together, .......maybe?”
“Oh sure. I remember you. You were always so quiet.
“Let me get you your packet. It’s got everything in it you need: the schedule for the weekend, where the parties are, the dinner, the reception, your name badge.........and.....that’s it.
“Here it is,” Patty said, pulling a manilla envelope out of a plastic milk crate. “We’ve got almost one hundred and fifty coming from our class. Isn’t it great?”
“Oh yeah,” slut responded, trying to conceal her loathing for the bottle blonde. Patty had never even acknowledged slut’s existence when they were in Chemistry class for their junior year. It was as if slut wasn’t even in the class. Patty had a reputation as being easy, and had “dated” her way through most of the Varsity football squad.
A large section of the bleachers had been roped off, marked as reserved for the class reunion. Many people were seated there already. No one seemed to recognize slut, especially with her shiny bald head, and she wasn’t sure she could put names on anyone either, at least not without looking at the obsequious name tags. Keri and slut found an unoccupied row, and planted themselves there, surveying the goings on of the marching band and cheerleaders while everyone waited for the teams to exit the locker room and the game to begin. slut pinned her name badge onto her red sweater, shaking her head at the lame “Hello My Name Is” badge that some mouth breather at adorned with hand drawn pom poms and megaphones in the school colors.
“Nicole? Nicole Hastings?” a thin female voice queried.
slut turned in the direction of the voice and saw a woman looking at her from the aisle to her left and two rows in front. “It’s me, Becky.”
“Oh, yes,” slut replied, standing up and trying really hard to sound interested, “It’s me. How are you?”
Becky came up the steps and sat down on the bench next to slut. Immediately, she clasped slut’s hands together in hers and asked, “How are you? Are you alright?”
“Sure, Becky,” slut assured her, unable to fathom where this deep concern was stemming from. “i’m fine. How are you?”
“Okay,” came the unenthusiastic response. Becky’s gaze was fixated at slut’s bald head.
Catching the uneasiness, slut added, “i did it on a dare a few months ago.”
Becky looked at her not catching her drift.
“i mean, i shaved my head a few months ago. On a dare, you know. And, well, now i sort of like it and have kept it like this ever since.” Becky was still clearly uncomfortable, so slut quickly added, “Saves a fortune on shampoos, conditioners and salon visits!”
Becky seemed to get the joke, and laughed with slut a little. “I have to get back to the group. Listen, I’m hosting a brunch tomorrow, the address is in your packet. I really would love it if you would come.” It was then that Becky noticed Keri sitting next to slut. “You can bring your daughter too! It’s be fun. We’d have so much more time to catch up, okay?”
“Of course, Becky,” slut answered, “I’d, we’d love to. We’ll see you then.”
“Great. Have a good time.” Then as she stepped off the bleachers, she added with great pep, “Hope we win tonight! Sic ‘em Wildcats!”
slut just smiled, caught up in the absurd and ridiculous difference between Becky’s life and hers.
The game got underway, slut was happy not to spot any more people she knew. Keri was content watching the gymnastics displays put on by the cheerleading squad. Just before half time, it was announced that all the visiting alumni were to assemble in the end zone so they could walk out to midfield and be recognized. slut was trying to figure a way out, when she saw a bald paunchy looking man in a cardigan sweater staring at her from the running track. Instantly she remembered him. Barry Billings, a true nebbish in the most stereotypical use of the word. Science club, radio club, A-V club....... They were in a few classes, English 10, Spanish 3, that’s all. He always wore ill fitting clothes that were soiled. His personal hygiene was practically non-existent, greasy oily hair, food caught in his braces all the time, violent looking pimples always ready to explode, bad breath, the list was endless. As soon as she recognized him she regretted it, because he waved frantically at her, a big grin erupting on his face. Trapped, she waved back, and he took that as a private invitation to join her in the bleachers.
“Nicole? Nicole Hastings,” he called out climbing the metal steps, it’s me, Barry Billings. Remember me?”
“Sure I do Barry. How are you?”
“I’m great, Nicole. Never been better really. Never been better. Have my own computer store out on the Cape, near Dennis, on the Cape. Really love it. Really love it.”
slut quickly was reminded of Barry’s annoying habit of repeating himself.
“And, uh, and , uh so what about you, Nicole. You all married and all, husband, kids, and all that, all that?”
“No, Barry. None of that actually.”
His eyes lit up like giant saucers. slut’s heart twinged when she caught the drift of what he was so “carefully” trying to elicit from her.
“C’mon then. C’mon. Let me walk you onto the field. Okay? Can I walk you on the field?”
Seeing no way around it, slut gave in and agreed to allowing Barry to bring her out on the field with the rest of her class. Keri elected to stay in the stands and observe, still more interested in the cheerleaders than anything else.
“So, uh Nicole, Nicole, I have to ask. Have to ask. Are you like a Lezzie or something? A Lezzie?”
“No, Barry, not that it should be of any concern to you,” slut barked angrily.
“S...sorry, Nicole. Sorry. I....I didn’t mean anything, anything. I just, I just thought you’d be married up and all. I mean, you were, I mean are,.....you are still the prettiest girl in our class. Our whole class. So how come you’re not married?”
“I really fail to see what this has to do with you Barry,” she answered, a bit calmer in tone.
He said nothing in reply. They joined their class, walked onto the field, survived the ceremony, and then headed back to the stands for the second half. Just as they were about to climb into the bleachers, Barry asked, “So are you sick with cancer or something? Cancer? I mean, you’ve got no hair. No hair. And you always had beautiful hair. Beautiful.”
At a loss and completely fed up with this jerk, slut could think of no way around it. Taking Barry’s arm, she lead him down and around behind the bleachers. Looking all around, she saw that they were alone. At least she thought they were alone. Keri had seen them leave, and she had climbed under the stands to see what was happening.
slut looked around one more time to be certain, then she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and in one swift motion, she pulled it over her head, exposing her breasts for Barry to see. His mouth sagged open when he saw the breast bars and the scars that adorned both orbs. “i’m a slave, Barry. A willing slave. i am owned by a woman in New York City. i was presented to Her, and She owns me. Completely. i only do what She wants. Anything She wants. Whenever and wherever She wants me to. Do you see the steel collar around my neck? That means i am collared, or owned by someone. There are matching steel cuffs on both of my wrists and ankles. See? There are rings set in them to make it easier to chain or tie me. Mistress insists that Her slaves have no body hair whatsoever, so that’s the reason i am bald. In fact, the only reason i am here this weekend is because she lent me to someone and they wanted me to come here. Otherwise, i never would have given this insipid reunion even the slightest cursory thought. And before you even think to ask, i am proud of my status as a slave. It is what i was born to be. Being in total servitude completes me.
“Now i think it best we part ways, again Barry. i am not what you would have me be, nor can i ever be what you want or wish me to be. In fact, my name is no longer Nicole Hastings. my owner has legally changed my name to slut, because that is what She wants me to be for Her. Nothing more than a slut and a slave. She has prostituted me to others, whipped and beaten me, exhibited me to strangers, used me as a toilet. Anything She wants, anything that makes Her happy is all i could ever want or need. i am a slut slave.”
slut put her sweater back on and strode purposefully back into the bleachers, where she found Keri giggling quietly. “That was great, slut. Did you see his face when he saw your breasts? Bet he’ll leave you alone now!”
“i certainly hope so,” slut agreed, exasperated.
They stayed until the end of the game, and then were able to mingle with the parents of the visiting team as they wended their way back to the Viper and the drive back to the motel.
The next morning, at 10:00, Mistress Tanya walked into the room unannounced, just in time to see slut cleaning Keri with her mouth after she had pissed in the toilet. Keri and slut were both startled as the Amazonian Domme walked right into the bathroom to watch. Neither one knew She was coming, or that She had a key to the room.
“When you two have finished, meet Me on the bed.”
“Yes, Mistress Tanya,” they answered politely.
Finished with their task, they went into the room and found Tanya laying across the bed. Her choice of clothing left very little to the imagination. A fringed buckskin vest, no closures, and nothing underneath, matching micro mini skirt and thong sandals with thin leather straps that wrapped up and around to just below the knee.
“Ilsa informs Me that you will be attending a brunch at Becky’s, is this correct, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress. She invited me last night at the football game.”
“Too bad, I had some plans for the two of you today, but I guess that will have to wait until tomorrow. Nevertheless, I’m in the mood for a little entertainment. Keri, get up on the bed, on your back and spread your legs.”
The naked girl did as she was told, although a twinge of fear cramped her stomach as she opened her skinny legs, exposing her hairless little mound.
“Get up on top of her, slut, ass to face.”
Following the directive, slut straddled the young girl, lowering her face into Keri’s crack, and bending her own knees, so her pussy covered Keri’s always eager mouth. Orders were not required. Keri and slut began lapping at each other with an ardor that made Mistress Tanya smile. Each took cues from the other, lapping and sucking on the pussy, and then probing deep up the musky rear opening, saliva coating their faces, both girls caught up in the sensations.
Before leaving, Tanya made Keri bend over and spread her cheeks so She could inspect her openings. Gently, She probed both orifices, sliding one, then two fingers in each one. Satisfied, She had Keri lick Her fingers clean, and then abruptly, She left.
The directions to Becky’s house were very clear, and so slut had no trouble finding the modest raised ranch with faded light blue vinyl siding. Toys were scattered haphazardly across the yard, which was more brown grass and bare spots than an actual lawn. The Viper looked ridiculously out of place in this modest neighborhood. The massive V-10 engine rumbled menacingly as it crept down the street, drawing the eyes of all the yard rakers as it skulked past.
slut parked the car a few houses away, as the spots closer to Becky’s were already filled. Stepping up on the cracked concrete stoop, Keri rang the bell. When no one answered, she assumed it to be broken, and knocked on the chipped and dented painted door.
A boy of about nine years of age answered the door, pulling it wide open. “Welcome to the Webster’s,” he recited proudly, before taking in the spectacle which stood in the doorway. “I’m Timmy,” he continued, far less enthusiastically, “Please come in.”
“Thank you, Timmy,” slut returned politely. “This is Keri, and i am nicole.”
“Everybody’s out back,” Timmy said, spinning on his heels and running off.
Keri and slut made their way through the neat but modest home, into the kitchen and out into the backyard, where they were greeted by about twenty people. Becky must have told everyone assembled that Nicole would be coming, because they all called out to her by name. She, on the other hand, recognized no one, with the lone exception being Becky, whom she had only spoken to the previous night.
To say the “party” was mundane and somewhat strained would be a grotesque understatement. Almost from the instant of their arrival, slut could find nothing to say to anyone, while all the time praying to find quick and plausible answers to the questions she was sure would come.
Kim, a classmate who seemed to remember Nicole from Girl Scouts caught her off guard when she asked slut what she did for a living. “i........i’m a servant. In... in a household in New York,” she added hastily.
“Really? Do you like it? How long have you been a servant?” Kim prodded, seemingly quite interested.
“I guess you could say it is my true calling,” slut replied, more comfortable now. “I think it is what i was always meant to be. And so yes, i would have to say i enjoy it very much, and have been doing it full time for about three or four years now.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, does it pay well?”
“I want for nothing,” slut answered vaguely. “All my needs are quite well provided for.” Then turning the conversation around, slut added, “Have you seen my car?” She pointed over the fence between the yards at the Viper parked across the street.
Kim’s eyes grew wide as she took in the expensive car parked just down the street. “Wow! You must have hit the jackpot! What kinds of things do you do?”
“Oh, the usual things, household chores, shopping for food, arranging parties and gatherings, taking care of guests and seeing to the needs of Mistress’ friends. Basically anything Mistress wants and does not wish to do Herself.”
“What’s with the steel neck piece? It’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
“Oh this,” slut responded, fingering the collar, and flicking her wrist to draw attention to the steel cuff that encircled it. “ It was a gift. A gift from my Mistress. She likes unique jewelry, and She, um, sometimes gives pieces to me.”
Kim’s eyes fixated on the matching wrist cuffs, ans slut quickly added, “The bracelets make it a matching set. Startling, don’t you agree?”
“ Uh.......yes. I guess so, although it’s not my taste, that’s for sure. And who, then, is this lovely little girl?” Kim asked, referring to Keri.
“This is Keri, and she is a ward of my Mistress.”
After about an hour of this, slut had had her fill, and using a”women’s problem” as an excuse, she and Keri left Becky’s gathering and headed back to the motel. On the way, slut’s cell phone rang. Keri answered it.
It was Tanya, explaining that the two of them were not to go to the motel, that in fact, she, Tanya had canceled their reservation there. They were both to come join Tanya at Her home, and that they would be spending the night there after the reunion dinner.
Tanya gave Keri the address, and waited until the young girl had entered the information into the Viper’s G.P.S. Keri and slut arrived at the townhouse thirty minutes later in the exclusive Back Bay section of Boston.
The building was creme colored stucco with the entire four story facade covered in luscious thick green ivy. The windows and shutters were painted a glossy black. A nine step brownstone stoop lead up to the thick iron and glass double doors. As luck would have it (?), there was a parking spot right in front of the building.
Keri and slut ascended the steps and rang the door bell. A buzzer sounded, unlocking the heavy door, and allowing them entrance into a small foyer, no larger than 6' x 4'. A solid oak door, which was locked, barred entrance any further. Not sure what to do, they waited, until Tanya’s voice came over an intercom speaker, “Strip yourselves naked. No shoes, no stockings, no jewelry.”
Immediately, and totally unconcerned that they were visible and easily detected through the glass door to anyone who would pass by on the sidewalk, slut and Keri got undressed, and waited, naked, for further instructions.
The door opened wide, revealing Mistress Tanya, dressed in a lacy black bra, matching garter belt, stockings, frilly panties, and four inch heels. “Do come in,” She said, making a big show of holding the door wide for them.
Heads bowed, hands behind their backs, they proceeded Tanya into a hallway. “Second door on the left ladies,” Tanya whispered. The clicking of her heels on the terra cotta tiles echoed in the tight space. Upon reaching the room, slut pushed the handle down and opened it up, revealing a throughly equipped dungeon. Tanya said nothing, preferring to let the room speak for itself: St. Andrew’s Cross, Tau Cross, stocks, winches and cables, a rack, a whipping post, countless whips, canes, floggers, shackles, cuffs, chains, ropes, gags, blindfolds,........
“Keri, please chain slut to the whipping post for Me. Use the rings in the steel cuffs on her wrists. There’s a stool in the corner which should make it easier for you to reach the ring at the tip of the post.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Keri answered, taking slut’s hand and leading the slave to the post. Keri locked slut’s slender wrists together with a heavy lock. Then, after clipping a chain to the lock, Keri stepped up on the stool and pulled the chain up through the ring that sat at the top of the post, stretching slut’s arms straight up. When slut was on her tip toes, Keri locked the chain to the ring and stepped down off the stool.
Tanya stood up gracefully and approached the post. Her right hand caressed slut’s breasts ever so gently, while Her left hand rubbed the wet slit, testing the slave for readiness. slut’s eyes closed, and she moaned as the sensations flooded through her brain. Tanya’s well trained eyes read slut’s expressions like a book, as She brought the bound slave to the brink of release, then, abruptly, She would stop, waiting while the pleasures ebbed from the aroused slave. Five or six times She brought slut near climax, only to frustrate her and draw attention to her utter helplessness.
When she tired of the game, Tanya presented Her left hand to Keri’s eager mouth for cleansing.
“Get the red single tail for Me, little one,” She ordered harshly, pulling Her fingers from Keri’s open mouth.
“Yes, Mistress,” Keri sparkled, barely able to contain her excitement at the prospect of seeing slut whipped by the Amazonian Goddess. Springing to her feet, Keri spotted the bright red single tail whip hanging on the wall. Taking it down, she placed it gently into Tanya’s open hand.
“Both Ilsa and I want you to look your best for at the dinner tonight, slave, so She asked Me if I would please be so kind as to mark you. Harshly!
“How does that make you feel, cunt?”
“It makes me proud that my Mistress would care enough to want me to receive Her marks through Your hand, Mistress Tanya. If it pleases You, Mistress, use me as You will.”
“Very well, slut. I intend to do just that. I am going to whip your breasts, your thighs, your belly and your ass, until you are bleeding freely. That’s why I have chosen this special whip for your flogging.” Tanya held the tip of the bullwhip up in front of slut’s face so she could look at it easily. “Do you know what it is that makes this whip so special, slave?”
“N....no, Mistress,” slut stuttered, looking at the instrument of torture that would soon render her bloody.
“Keri, lie on the floor, spread your legs open to Me and play with yourself. Do not, little girl, even consider making yourself cum! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Keri answered quickly, lying on the floor, spreading herself wide open for Tanya’s gaze. Her fingers deftly began to fondle the pale white lips at the base of the hairless mound.
“What makes this whip so special is it’s little secret right here in the tip. See it?”
slut looked at the tip of the single tail, but couldn’t discern anything unique in it’s appearance.
Tanya held the tip between Her thumb and forefinger as She lightly dragged it over the skin on slut’s cheek. “Feel it? There’s a small strand of stainless steel wire braided into the tip. I did it Myself,” She added proudly.”It is guaranteed to draw blood with each stroke, no matter how hard they are delivered.”
The realization made slut shudder, a response not lost on her tormentor. “You have every right to fear what is about to come, My pet. It may very well be one of the most severe floggings you have ever endured.
“Now, ask Me properly, slave.”
“If.... if it w.....will please You, Mistress Tanya,” slut whispered, barely audible, “ p....please wh.....whip me. Please whip my br.....breasts, my thighs, belly and m.....my ass...... until i........until i bleed........ for You.”
“I think it would best if I gag you, cunt. I’m really not in the mood to have to listen to your screaming.”
“As it pleases You, Mistress Tanya.”
Tanya selected a large bright red ball gag with a head strap. The ball was so large She had to push it hard to get it into slut’s mouth.
A vicious swish through the air was the only sound heard as the tip of the whip sliced across slut’s stomach just above her mound. A muffled shrieking scream behind the efficient gag as slut tensed all her muscles. The cut instantly raised a welt and started to seep blood.
“I’m not much into providing slaves with warm up strokes. I much prefer them to experience the full measure of My wrath.” Just as She said wrath, another lash cut slut across the belly, an inch higher than the first.
slut twisted and turned hanging by her wrists from the chain, trying futilely to escape the fiery hell brought on by the whip, but Tanya’s rain of blows continued, landing haphazardly across the slave’s back, breasts, belly, ass and thighs. Tears streamed down slut’s face, spittle escaped from underneath the red ball in her mouth, sweat broke out all over her body, and mingled with the blood from dozens of pencil thin cuts in her ravaged skin.
Finally it was over. The spent slave hung limp from her wrists, unconscious. Keri’s right hand was a blur in her crotch as the spectacle had been the most intense she had ever witnessed. “Cum for Me, My little sweet,” Tanya commanded, and Keri exploding in the most incredible orgasm she had ever enjoyed.
When it had subsided, Keri sat up, and found Mistress Tanya standing over her, naked, with an eight inch long extremely thick erection standing up proudly from Her neatly shaved groin. A thick bar ran through the head in an Ampallang piercing. “My turn, slave,” Tanya hissed in a much deeper voice than before.
Tanya grabbed Keri by the hair on her head and yanked her to her knees in front of Her throbbing heavily veined cock. Knowing what was expected from her, Keri folded her hands behind her back and leaned forward, letting the hard maleness push it’s way into her invitingly warm and wet mouth. Tanya didn’t move, preferring to let Keri exhibit her skills at sucking cock.
The moans from Tanya woke slut from her painful sleep, and the first thing her eyes beheld as she regained the present was the sights and sounds of Keri choking on Tanya’s big cock as She fucked the young girl’s throat. As slut hung weakly from her wrists, Tanya looked over into slut’s eyes, and with purely evil and menacing grin, She grabbed the hair on both sides of Keri’s head and began raping Keri’s throat. Spittle drooled from her chin and tears poured freely from her eyes as the massive invader rammed into the back of her throat. Twice she retched up bile and mucous, but Tanya showed no concern as She took her pleasures from the ravaged child.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Tanya groaned and shot her thick salty load into Keri’s mouth, forcing her to hold and savor the gift, before swallowing it. Spent, Taya shoved Keri to the floor and kicked her out of Her way as She walked to the post. Reaching up, She unlocked the chain, and slut fell to the floor at Tanya’s feet.
“A slight change of plans, slave. The little cunt will stay here and I will attend the reunion with you. Should be good for a lot more laughs don’t you think?” As slut looked up, she saw a thick glob of cum drip from Tanya’s now flaccid cock and fall to the floor. Tanya noticed it as well, and waited to see what slut’s reaction would be. Dutifully, she got on her hands and knees, bent over, and lapped it off the floor.
“There is a bedroom in the basement you and the little cunt can use. I’ve had your luggage placed down there. Take a nap and then get ready to leave by 6:00.”
“Yes, Mistress,” slut said, taking Keri by the arm and helping the exhausted girl to her feet. Slowly, they descended the cellar stairs and found the modest bedroom, where they both collapsed and napped for two hours.
Opening her suitcase, slut removed her clothes for the evening. She washed her face and hands in a small sink set in the corner of the basement, then she put on the rouge to darken her areolas. Next came the off white chiffon blouse. There were no buttons to deal with, as she had removed them before they left Mistress Ilsa’s. The bar which ran through her breasts was completely exposed in the middle, as were the scars and cuts that adorned the fleshy orbs. The tight cranberry red mini skirt was next. Very short, barely reaching to mid thigh, exposing many of the cuts from the whip. A pair of black spike heels finished off the ensemble.
Keri dressed in a pair of black denim jeans topped with a light purple crew neck sweater, and a pair of Converse All Stars.
They went up the basement stairs and found Mistress Tanya decked out in a black patent leather pant suit, complete with thigh high stiletto boots, Her hair done up in a mile high bee’s nest updo. “A slight change of plan’s,” Tanya announced as She grabbed Keri by the wrist and pulled her down the hall to the second door on the left.
“Strip, cunt,” Tanya commanded in a deep male voice.
Shaking noticeably, Keri obeyed, and stood naked before the She-male. Tanya pulled Keri over to the stocks and closed the heavy worn wood around her neck and wrists. Checking the lock, She said, “Enjoy your evening, whore. Maybe I’ll fuck your ass when we get home. Stretch it out a bit.” Then, with a sinister laugh, Tanya closed and locked the door and rejoined slut in the hallway. Clipping a chain dog leash to the ring in slut’s collar, Tanya said, “Let’s go have some fun!” And they headed out to the Viper and the ride to the reunion.
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