NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 4
THE YACHT
Nicole was awake, as was her practice, at 6:20AM, and did her twenty minute
exercise regimen. At 6:45 she was seated at her kitchen table nibbling on her
breakfast, reading the morning paper, and idly listening to the weather forecast
on the radio, when the doorbell rang. She answered the door to find the
building's doorman, William, standing there.
"This envelope arrived for you, Miss Hastings," William said.
Nicole thanked him as she took the envelope and slipped a two- dollar tip
into his hand. She closed the door and bolted the lock. Walking back to the
kitchen, she recognized the unmistakable handwriting of her Master, Sir
Campbell.
Master was very fond of rituals and had a steadfast rule about Nicole being
naked when He addressed her. As silly as it seemed, she knew that this envelope
was an extension of these rules, so before opening the envelope, Nicole undid
the buttons on her flannel work shirt, and slipping it off her shoulders, draped
it over the back of her chair. The note inside was clear and concise, it read:
"Nicole, my driver will be in front of your building at 8:00AM. The usual attire
is acceptable. Be punctual."
It was now ten minutes before seven, so she didn't have much time. Taking a
quick bite of her buttered toast, she grabbed her coffee mug and headed for the
bathroom. Fortunately for her, the time she needed in preparing for her meetings
with Master had been drastically reduced. Ever since she had started having
regular wax depilitories of her pubic area, she had been able to get ready for
Him much faster.
Stepping out of the shower, she patted her hair dry, and wrapped it up in a
towel. Applying her make-up came first. She applied a generous splash of perfume
to both underarms, her belly, and between her breasts. The, while she waited for
the first application to dry, she applied her special brown blush to her
areolas, darkening them as He likes them. Next she took a kiss-proof red lip
liner and applied it to her nether lips. Her perfume had dried, so she gave
herself another perfuming. Then came the task of combing out her raven black
hair. He did not like how it looked when it was blown dry, so she combed it out.
Jewelry was out of the question. Ever since she had started wearing the slave
collar that Mistress Ilsa had presented to her, Master had forbidden even the
most basic jewelry, saying that He found it in conflict with the look of the
slave collar.
At five minutes before eight, she put on her 4 inch black spike heels and
long black- leather trench coat and headed for the elevator. William held the
door open for her as a black Mercedes limosene pulled up in front of the
apartment building. William quickly moved in front of her to get the door to the
car.
The car didn't take the usual turn to head north on Park Avenue, but instead,
turned south. Nicole didn't really begin to wonder what her destination was
until they entered the Queens Midtown tunnel. She thought about asking the
driver, but decided that she would just be patient and see where they were
going. After a two - hour drive on the Long Island Expressway, the driver told
her to pick up the parcel that was on the floor and that her instructions were
on the box. Nervously, Nicole picked up the box and removed the envelope that
was attached to the top of it. She opened it up and read the letter that it
contained:
Nicole,
I trust that you are enjoying your early morning ride. I know that
you have always met me at my office before, but today I have something important
to tell you about, and I wanted total privacy, so my driver is bringing you out
to my boat. The articles in this box are for you to wear. Please leave your
shoes and coat in the car, as you will have no need of them on the boat. I
suggest that you apply a liberal amount of sunscreen, as the water will reflect
quite a bit of sunlight, and you could experience a nasty burn therwise. The
sterling fish hooks are of my own design, and are to be worn in your nipples.
The brass anchor has a clasp that will enable you to insert it into your
clitoris. My boat will be at the end of the gangway, you should have no problem
recognizing it. I look forward to seeing you.
Sir Campbell
Nicole put down the letter and looked into the box. As He had stated, there
were two sterling silver fish hooks, a solid brass anchor, about 2 1-2 inches
in length, and a bottle of sunblock, SPF 45. She picked out one of the fish
hooks and examined it more closely. It was about three inches long and about the
thickness of a pencil lead. One end had an eye in it, like where a fishline
would be tied, and the other end had a wicked looking barb. A shiver went
through her as she recalled the scourge that Mistress Ilsa's slave, whore, had
used on her breast. It was comprised of five fishlines with a small fish hook
tied to the end of each line. She couldn't decide which end of the hook to push
through the piercing in her nipple, as the barb was needle sharp and the eye was
much larger than the piercing. She opted for the barbed end, with the rationale
that the barb would just make it hard to take out. Grasping her tit with her
left hand, Nicole slowly pushed the hook through the hole in her nipple, until
it hung upside down from the nipple. She then took the second hook and did the
same thing with her other breast. The anchor proved a bit more trickly. There
was a clasp shaped like the letter " U" with a pin running through it. She
pulled the pin out and then slid the pin back through the first half of the"U",
then through the hole in her clit, and then back into the other half of the "U".
When she snapped it into place it seated itself with an audible click. Slipping
out of her coat, she took the sunblock and applied it all over herself, playing
most attention to those areas of her body that were the whitest.
When she was through. Nicole looked out the window and noticed lots of boats
in the marinas and out on moorings. She couldn't help but wonder how she would
be able to recognize her Master's boat, as she knew nothing at all about them,
and had never before been asked out to His. Each of the boats pretty much looked
the same to her. Then she noticed that there were no more marinas and the area
looked suddenly poorer. Abandoned piers, rotting hulls of old barges, and
weather-worn fishing trawlers were becoming more frequent.
All at once, the driver stopped the car in front of an old dock that was
servicing local fishing boats. Not the high priced charter boats she had seen
before, these were old boats that were used by the local fishermen everyday to
bring in their daily catch. Crusty looking fishermen were hosing decks,
repairing nets, and generally sitting around smoking cigarettes and drinking
beer out of paper bags. Surely there was a mistake about the address!
"You get out here, and leave your coat and shoes in the car," the driver
said. "Just walk down the gangplank, His boat is tied to the dock."
Nicole pulled off her shoes and placed them on the seat on top of her coat.
She opened the door and stepped out, abruptly cutting her foot on the broken
shells that littered the ground. "Get out!," the driver commanded, and Nicole
gingerly stood and closed the door behind her. The limo quickly sped off
spraying shells, stones and dust in it's wake and drawing attention to both it's
departute and the naked girl. Her condition didn't go unnoticed by the old salt
who was leaning on the railing of the gangplank. "Hey Jimmy," he yelled, "get a
look at this! I think ole Neptune has finally smiled down on us." Nicole never
saw old men move so fast. Within an instant there were seven of the crowded
around the desperate girl, feeling her ass, breasts and belly.
"I've pulled out my share of hooks before," Jimmy declared, as he fondled one
of her nipples, "but I'll be damned if I'll pull one through these teats!"
A really filthy looking man with no teeth spit chewing tobacco splittle on
her and said, "Shit boys, she's got somethin' pushed through her snatch!" Jimmy
started to tug on the anchor, when suddenly a loud blast from a boat horn
startled the crowd, and a huge sailboat appeared at the end of the dock. High
atop the main mast flew a black fleg with a design comprised of two crossed
riding crops, Sir Campbell's favorite whip. Nicole moved quickly through the
men, and walked down the gangplank and out to the boat.
Whe she reached the end of the dock, she was surpirsed to see that He wasn't
on deck. The deck hands were all busy casting off lines the secured the boat,
and they acted like a naked girl was a common occurrence. One of them took her
hand and helped her climb aboard. "Just go down the stairds and go into the
first room on the left," he said.
Nicole walked along the deck, marvelling at the beautiful finish on the
antique teak railings. She walked down the stairs and found the room easily
enough, but when she entered the room, she was startled to see not Master, but
Mistress Ilsa standing before her. "Well, I see that you have at least
remembered my rule regarding clothing, Nicole," Mistress Ilsa exclaimed, "But
you should also know that you are to be on your knees before me, unless I give
you directions to the contrary."
Nicole quickly knelt before Her. "There now, that's better. Worship Me!"
Nicole bent forward and began to lick Mistress' bare feet. She made sure not
to neglect between the toes, and slowly worked her way up to the top of the foot
and the ankle. Before proceeding up the calf, Nicole switched to the other foot
and began the process anew. When she finally had reached the furrow between Her
legs, Nicole saw the tell-tale string hanging out. "What are you waiting for,
slave?" Mistress inquired, remove it and continue."
Using her teeth, Nicole pulled the bloody tampon on and dropped it on the
floor. She then put her face back into the damp slit and started to lap with her
tongue. The familiar musky odor was intermoingled with the taste of fresh blood.
After a short period, Mistress Ilsa grabbed the back of Nicole's head and began
to moan loudly. "Sir Campbell was right, your mouth is quite talented. Maybe I
should have Him decalre it to be Mine exclusively. But that can be taken care of
later. For now I want you to go to the bathroom and clean yourself off, then
meet me up on deck. Sir Campbell has left Me to explain what He requires of
you."
Ten minutes later, Nicole walked up the stairs to the main deck. To her
surprise, the boat was no longer tied to the dock. In fact, land could not been
seen. :Did you remember to use the sunblock that Sir Campbell so thoughtfully
provided," Ilsa asked?
"Yes Mistress, I put it on in the car."
"That's good because you will be needing all of it's protection out here on
the ocean. We will be out of port for about three hours, so I hope for your sake
that the sunblock does it's job. Come over here so that I may see how the scars
I cut into your breast have healed." Nicole did as she was bade, and walked over
to Mistress Ilsa. "Very lovely. You of course realize that this is only the
start of the scarification of your breast. There will need to be at least four
or five more sessions until it is completed. But that is another issue. Go over
to that sea shest and take out the ankle cuffs and put them on."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole answered. Nicole opened the chest and removed the
cuffs. As she was buckling them on, Mistress Ilsa said, "That slave collar looks
lovely on your neck, tell me, has anyone asked you about it?"
"Yes, Mistress, my sister saw it last week and asked me what it was."
"And what did you tell her?"
"I told her that my boyfriend gave it to me, and that he likes leather."
"Did she ask anymore?"
"No, Mistress. She doesn't like to pry into my affairs."
"Too bad. I would like to know how you would have handled it. Now, go over to
the main mast and you will see two chains about two feet on either side of the
mast. Put your back to the mast and fasten the chains to the ankle cuffs."
When Nicole was done, Mistress Ilsa stood up and came over to the main mast
holding a spreader bar. She locked Nicole's wrists to it. . "Tommy, I'm ready"
she called out. Nicole heard a whiring of an electric motor and saw a steel
cable being lowered from the mast. Mistress bolted the spreader bar to the
cable, and onced again called out, " Tommy, take it up slowly, and stop when I
call to you." The winch started up again, and began to pull the spreader bar
over Nicole's head. Mistress didn't call out to stop it until Nicole had been
lifted off the deck by the bar and pulled tightly between the chains on her
ankles and the bar.
"Now," Mistress annouced, I will tell you of Sir Campbell's needs. Your
Master has been asked to become a member of a highly select and secretive
organization known as The Ring. There are only twelve members, and no one can be
asked to join unless a member dies. These twelve men have one thing in common.
They all own, in the strictest definition of the word, slaves.
"The final stage leading to membership is the formal initiation rite. This is
scheduled to be held tonight at midnight and The Ring's club in Manhattan. Since
I am a woman, I am not eligible for membership, but Sir Campbell has invited Me
to attend His initiation as His guest. You will, of course, attend as His
property.
"Thye ceremony is quite different from any that you have either participated
in or heard of. All of Sir Campbell's skills as a slave owner will be put to the
test through you, His slave. Instead of your Master being subjected to some time
honored rituals, all of the ceremonies and rituals will be centered around you!
You will be showing what you have been taught, what limits you have established,
and what boundaries have yet to be crossed. In short, if you represent Sir
Campbell well, he will become a member of The Ring. Before I continue, now is
the time to ask any questions you may have."
"I don't have any really, Mistress, but, I should like to know what would
happen if I don't live up to the expectations of The Ring?"
"That is quite simple, cunt. Sir Campbell's membership in The Ring will be
rejected, and He will never again be asked to join. So you had better give it
all you can!
"A good deal of the ceremony is left up to you to improvise, so I am only
going to tell you of the important aspects so you will have some idea of what
will be expected of you. When we arrive at the club, I will lead you into the
building on a leash attached to the ring in your clit. You will, of course, by
naked excepting for your heels and slave collar and nipple rings. It will be at
this point that you will be presented. You will be made to make a statement
indiacting that you are a willing participant in what will take place. Sir
Campbell will then offer you to whomever wishes to take you, however they may
wish to do it.
"Then comes the hard part for you. You will be given the opportunity to
select one of the eleven other slaves that will be present. You will then take
that slave and have your way with her. Through your use of her you are to show
what you have learned, what levels of pain and humiliation you can tolerate. Sow
off your creativity. When you are through with the slave, her Master will take
you and punish you. This will show how well you have been trained and what
tolerances for pain you have achieved.
"I will leave you here to plan what you will do. A bit of sun will look nice
on your pale skin anyway. I shall reture, in time to let you retire to a
stateroom and take a nap before you prepare for tonight's events."
The dull ache in Nicole's arms was building and the sun was causing the sweat
to run down her sides and drop off her toes to the deck. She had never been
placed in a situation like this before. To have Sir Campbell's position rest
solely on her made her very tense, but she vowed to plan an elaboate ritual that
would make Master proud and guarantee His membership in The Ring.
