Forty-Four Hours, Part 12
Maya waited patiently at the dead end of the narrow lane that ended abruptly in
a forest of evergreens and maples, resplendent in their fall color. Behind
aviator style sunglasses, her eyes focused on the driveway of Kara's former
home, a brick two-story structure tastefully tucked away on a secluded wooded
one-acre lot some 300 feet west of her vantage point. She glanced at her watch
... 7:45, probably any minute.
At ten 'til eight that morning, her body tensed slightly and she slowly exhaled.
The Mercedes backed out of the driveway then proceeded west and made a right
turn at the end of the lane. Methodically, Maya pulled the pack of Marlboros
off the dashboard and tapped one out of the pack, lit it and waited. When she'd
finished the cigarette, she pulled thin leather gloves over her hands, gunned
the rented van to life, drove slowly up the lane and pulled into the drive from
which the Mercedes had departed minutes before. She shoved the Marlboros into
her denim jacket pocket, checked that the list she'd been faxed last night was
in the pocket and walked quickly to the front door. The door gave way to the
key taken days before from Kara's purse. Maya quickly shut it behind her,
walked to the alarm box and mashed in the code to prevent any unnecessary
disruption.
At the same moment, a soft feminine voice called down from the upstairs. "Is
that you, honey? Did you forget something?"
Maya froze. For a moment, she was consciousness of hearing her own heart
beating. She exhaled slowly ... so hubby hasn't exactly wallowed in pity for
his missing wife, nor did he waste any time getting his squeeze into the marital
bed, she mused silently.
"Is that you, sweetie?" Footsteps descended the stairs.
Maya crouched behind the nearest chair in the family room and waited. Her mind
raced. There was no turning back!
The footsteps reached the last step and turned the corner into the family room.
Again, the cherubic voice called, "Where are you, Sweetie?"
Now Maya's eyes drank in the source of the voice ... a petite blonde, the white
negligee, the tousled hair, the ample breasts and flaring hips. Then a smile
crept over her face ... can always use another slave ...might as well.
Confident of the situation she confronted, Maya stood up.
"Who the hell are you? Get out of my house!"
"Your house? My ass!" Maya snapped back! She surmised the stunned woman,
probably in her late 20's. The look of complete fear in her youthful face was
all it took.
"I'll call the law! Get out now! Or you'll go to jail!"
"I AM THE LAW, BITCH, MY OWN LAW" Maya roared! "And jail can't even come close
to where I know you're headed!" Maya lunged like the seasoned lioness she was,
her gloved hand slapping the pretty face, driving her back against the wall. A
jab to the stomach drove the petite form to the floor, leaving her mouth open
and uselessly begging for air.
"You fucking little whore! Bedded down with the old man and she hasn't gone
three days!" Maya slapped the blonde again then rolled the gasping form over on
her tummy and held her to the floor with her knees. She drew the blonde's
wrists behind her lower back. From the hip pocket of her jeans, she withdrew a
pair of cuffs, worked them over each slim wrist and snapped them shut. Again
her mind raced ... something to gag her with before she gets her breath back ...
Maya's eyes scanned the room finding nothing useful ... then getting off her
prey and sprinting to the kitchen ... opening drawers until she found the one
every kitchen has ... sorting through the myriad of junk ... grabbing the roll
of duct tape. When the petite blondes mouth had been taped and her ankles
wrapped together, Maya relaxed, reached in to her jacket pocket, withdrew a
Marlboro and lit it. She took a few puffs, snubbed the remainder out on the
pristine white tile floor inches away from the preys face and then put the butt
in her jeans.
Exhaling, she stood and looked at the face frozen in fear and spoke, "Okay
bitch, don't know about you but I could use a beer." Maya bent to grab the
taped ankles and drug her prey into the kitchen, letting the negligee slide
unceremoniously up her thighs exposing her slim waist and bare buttocks.
Leaving the muttering blonde in the middle of the kitchen floor, Maya pulled a
beer from the refrigerator and swallowed the first sip. "Okay, bitch, now
here's the rules! I came here to get a few things. You weren't exactly on the
list but ya know? You take what you find. At least I always do." She took the
toe of her suede hiking boot and pushed the prey over on her back, trapping her
hands underneath her. The boot pushed the negligee higher to her waist,
exposing the smooth vee at the top of her thighs and causing a series of
mutterings from the taped mouth. "Nice, bitch! We'll see that it's used well.
Hope you weren't too addicted to cock, though. Not much of that in our
organization." She snickered at a face that completely failed to comprehend any
of her words. "Now I'm going to collect what I came for, you're going to lie
right here real still and try to imagine life like you never saw it." She
tilted the beer again and drank then poured the last few ounces over the face
that looked up at her from the floor. "Just in case you were thirsty..."
Maya pulled the list from her pocket, noted the location of each item, stepped
over the whimpering form and began her task in earnest. Within a few minutes,
she walked out the front door with two pillowcases filled, tossed them into the
van and returned to the kitchen. Pulling her cell phone from her jeans pocket,
she mashed in the number and waited for the voice on the other end.
"I have everything," she spoke, while gazing down at the wide-eyes, disbelieving
face on the floor. "And something else, too. The husband's bimbo was in the
house; I'm bringing her along as well ... yeah ... she's all packaged ... to
Roslyn's? No, too far out, ... have Shelby meet me at the theatre in an hour
... I don't give a rat's ass what you do with the bimbo after that. Okay? I'm
going to do my thing and I'm out of here."
In the late afternoon of the same day and two time zones to the west, Sophia
reclined on the sofa idly swirling the wine, noticing the reflection of the fire
dancing across the wine glass in an almost hypnotic fashion. A few feathery
wisps of jet-black hair lay against her forehead and framed the aristocratic
features of her face. Her deep brown eyes examined the images again reflecting
in the wine glass. The fire in the stone fireplace danced and provided light to
the otherwise unlit room, save for one small lamp at the end of the sofa. What
natural light remained of a fading rainy day only accentuated the coolness of
the fall air. Night crept slowly forward and Sophia relished the seclusion of
darkness.
She exhaled softly as she languished on the sofa, her body wrapped snuggly in
the warmth of the green satin robe, her feet extended to the small footstool.
The glow of the fire warmed them and made her feel snug, comfortable and
completely in touch with her surroundings. Her gaze shifted from the shimmering
reflection that danced within the goblet to the source of the image itself and
the womanly form outlined by the fire. The woman was kneeling in front of the
fireplace and positioned between Sophia and the fire so that she fully reflected
the glow that backlit her ash blonde hair and a body glistening with
perspiration.
Eyes looked back at Sophia, eyes that felt the stare, eyes that reflected the
past three days.
Upon arrival Kara had been taken to one of small outbuildings some distance from
the main house and sequestered in a small room, no more than 10 feet in width by
12 feet in length. Periodically an unknown female, presumably a slave of some
status, led her outside to walk and attend to her personal needs. During those
times the piercing in her nipples and labia were examined and cleansed. Twice a
day she received ample quantities of food and water. Though nudity was standard
for the slave during the day, blankets were provided for comfort against the
chill of the fall evenings. But foremost in her reflections was the diabolical
way she was left confined when alone, loosely chained to an old wooden bed in
such a manner that prohibited her hands from reaching her sex and achieving
gratification. During those confinements, she heard no voices; saw no one, only
reflected. The routine was broken only once when Jessica appeared and thrust a
pad of paper and pen into her hands. The instructions seemed strange to Kara
but she wrote what Jessica wanted. Otherwise, she had been purposefully
ignored. Late in the afternoon of the third day she had been bathed, a raincoat
hastily thrown around her, led nude to the Suburban, driven some distance though
a pouring rain to what she could only discern as a small cabin. Now her eyes
riveted on what she saw, the elegance of Sophia, and the lavishness of the room
itself and her own state of total helplessness.
Sophia's eyes slowly inhaled what she saw. Kara was nude, and a thick black
leather collar tightly fitted to her neck, with a tag indicating the undeniable
fact that she was property of the Mistress. A small chain was attached to the
d-ring in front of the collar. From there two equal lengths of the small
glistening chain were drawn loosely between the rings embedded in each of her
nipples and across the flat tummy, and met at the upper folds of her shaved sex.
At that point, they were threaded through her labial rings and then snaked their
way across the floor finally ending in Sophia's hand. Her hands were clasped
together behind her head, fingers interlaced and her elbows in line with her
shoulders. Her body ached from maintaining that position.
From time to time, Sophia tugged lightly on the two ends of the glistening
chrome chain sending waves of fear and erotic stimulation through Kara's body.
She continued to toy, to methodically use her accomplished skill, testing the
slave's endurance.
The slave gasped audibly, "Please ... Mistress ... I ... I."
Sophia snickered between her teeth and looked directly into the face of the
prize. "Please what, slave, please stop? Or please do something harsher?"
Kara silenced her protestations.
Almost as in another dimension, Sophia spoke, "You might well wonder what
happened to Rikki. You do remember Rikki don't you?"
Kara nodded and exhaled a weak "yes Ma'am".
"Rikki displeased me, " Sophia continued, speaking in no particular direction as
her eyes shifted to the rain pelting against the windows. " The first time I
gave her fair warning, followed by a thrashing I thought would suffice, but
apparently, I misjudged her inner soul, something I rarely do. The second time
she failed to please me, I ended up selling her to someone within the Coterie'
who was less caring, more sadistic, shall we say. You probably don't need to
hear the details. Jessica is well aware of the situation and perhaps someday
I'll allow her to give you the details."
Sophia's voice trailed off and she turned to her left and now looked
matter-of-factly at Jessica and her alluring form clad in a black corselet and
high heels, her appearance exuding a slight hint of dominance, the way her
auburn hair cascaded down to her shoulders and her brown eyes gazed back at her
own. "Speaking of Rikki, Jessica, perhaps its time for you to demonstrate to
Kara exactly what loyalty means to me. I know when she was here before that a
certain fondness developed between the two of you, a certain subliminal passion,
even perhaps a certain degree of trust." Sophia paused, and sipped her wine.
Sophia continued, "I could summon Rhonda, I suppose, but that might not get my
point across." Focusing her eyes once again on Jessica, Sophia concluded her
thoughts. "Jessica, I wish this woman slave to be beaten. I will tell you when
I think she's had enough. I'd like for you to see to it, now."
Jessica was caught off guard by the remark and exhaled. She experienced a
momentarily pounding of her own heart within her body, cast a glance at Kara
then back at Sophia; then she spoke, "It would be my pleasure, Mistress." She
rose, shifted her weight solidly into the black high heels, and walked slowly to
the kneeling slave. She reached down and pulled the ash blonde hair back. For
a moment, eyes met eyes recalling the moment of a passionate kiss at the airport
weeks ago. Then spit flew from Jessica's mouth and into the astonished face of
the slave woman. Fear clearly radiated from Kara's face and the spittle ran
down her cheek
She reached to the coffee table and took the chain from Sophia's hand. Grasping
the chain close to the collar, she pulled the protesting woman to her feet.
Jessica took a length of rope from the bag next to the coffee table and tightly
tied it around the woman's wrists. As the rope bound her wrists tighter behind
her back, Kara began to moan and an all-to-familiar quivering began to flow
through her body, sending her into subspace. Jessica continued winding the
rope, crossing the wrists and knotting it. She took another length of rope,
tied it to the crossed wrists and then tossed the length of rope over the
rafters of the exposed beam ceiling of the secluded cabin. She removed her
heels and stepped up the top of the coffee table so she could reach the nearest
beam and tied the rope securely, extending Kara's arms upward and away from her
back
Kara's upper body now bent forward at a 45-degree angle to the floor. Her
breath came in irregular intervals. Her breasts swayed away from her body and
her back was open and exposed as Jessica traced her fingers down the shivering
spine.
"Lets use a spreader bar, Jessica," Sophia spoke.
Acknowledging the command, Jessica placed the end of a three four-foot spreader
bar against the back of Kara's left ankle, She took more rope and threaded it
through the eyebolt in the end of the metal bar and wrapped the rope tightly
around the left ankle and cinched it, ensuring the rope bit firmly into the
skin. Kicking Kara's legs apart, she secured the right ankle in a similar
manner until the slave was roped, spread and displayed for her Mistress.
Sophia spoke "Look at me Kara, straight into my eyes. Regardless of what
Jessica will do to you I want to see the expression on your face and I
especially want to see your eyes. Now speak to me and tell me you understand."
Kara raised her face and despite the dryness in her mouth, she moistened her
lips and spoke, "slave understands, Mistress."
"Before you begin, Jessica, it might be best if you remove the chain from the
rings, we don't want anything interfering."
Jessica again acknowledged the wishes of her mistress, unsnapped the small
chrome chains from the collar, and left them slide free of the rings in her
nipples and labia. Then returned to the front of Kara and eyed the small
hanging breasts. She grasped the ringed nipples and rolled them each between
her thumb and forefingers. Kara grimaced. The sensation was overwhelming. Her
face flushed. Jessica's hands continued and squeezed the breasts and compressed
and squeezed. Kara shuddered. It was the first time in three days she'd been
touched sexually and little skyrockets of passion exploded within her body. Her
eyes only saw Sophia laugh and nod approval. Jessica paused, picked up the
heavy leather strap and held it in front of Kara's face. She trembled knowing
what was in store.
The first blows were against her thighs, the strap doubled over and finding the
tender flesh of each. Jessica repeated the blows until 10 strokes landed on
each inner thigh. Kara's slim legs danced back and forth and she bit her lip
until it bled, holding back the screams. For a moment, the pain made her forget
the eye contact with Mistress.
Eyes ... she quickly raised her face again! She began to feel the strain in the
back of her neck. The belt moved up her body finding her tummy and lingering,
then striking the soft skin causing Kara to jerk against the ropes and cuffs.
The belt moved higher, aiming for what Kara knew would be the inevitable. The
belt exploded against the underside of her right breast and sobs and screams
echoed around the room. The screams continued and became more intense as the
belt again and again found the tender targets swaying now profusely before
Sophia and Jessica.
"Hold for a minute, Jessica."
Jessica paused.
Sophia continued, "Remember where your eyes are supposed to be. I didn't fail
to notice the momentarily lapse. Your concentration will have to improve. Now,
were you surprised to see me three days ago, slave? I want an honest answer and
speak to me in complete sentences. You're an intelligent woman."
Again moistening her lips, Kara spoke, "yes Mistress I was surprised to see
you."
"Think back to the first night we met at the hotel. I did not allow you to
refer to yourself in the first person vernacular, did I?"
Kara's face reddened as she reflected. "No, Mistress, you did not."
"What was the word I told you to use? Say it for me ... just the word."
Kara blurted out the word, "Kunt."
"Exactly," Sophia smiled. "Now tell me again if you were surprised to see me."
By now, the pain at the base of Kara's neck was intensifying and the pressure at
her wrists from the ropes was causing her to loose sensation. Deep within her
she knew Sophia was toying with her, perhaps testing her endurance, but she had
no alternative. "Mistress, kunt was surprised to see you three days ago."
Sophia's smile widened. "Do you know the moment I decided to purchase you, or
shall I say more exactly, the moment I knew that you would be purchased and
returned to me?"
"No, Mistress, kunt does not know."
"It was the moment in the great room that evening, in front of my guests, when
you forgot your nudity and brought me my wine. There was a look in your eyes,
perhaps unaware to you but not lost on me, that you were offering me a gift, not
just the wine, kunt, but yourself. It was the way you walked, focused on the
wine and how you presented it to me. It was then at that very moment; I knew
you were destined to become mine. I knew no job, no career, no man; nothing was
strong enough to supplant the desire within you. Does kunt understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, kunt understands and thanks you for sharing."
"Very good, kunt. Jessica you may continue."
Jessica moved to the side and aimed for the jiggling buttocks of the woman. The
blows were harder; more focused here and covered the tender flesh as Kara begged
for mercy. She lost count at 25 on her ass and shook her head back and forth
begging. Her tears fell against the hardwood floor.
Sophia rose and walked to the beaten pet and Kara mistook that gesture as a sign
of cessation, but, oh how wrong she was! Sophia reached around Kara's body,
grabbed the reddened ass cheeks, and separated them. "She lost eye contact
Jessica. Her sex, Jessica, and her hole... make her think of me every time she
sits for the next few days. Perhaps that will help her remember." The belt
found it's way insidiously inside the crack of her spread ass and landed against
her rectum. Again and again, the belt connected with the tender flesh and soon
reddened the inner soft skin. The aim moved to her slit and smacked against the
swollen labia several times. Kara jerked, swaying in the ropes that restrained
her, shrieking with each blow until she hung limp in Sophia's arms against the
ropes restraining her arms. Sophia examined the body and ran her fingers over
the tender flesh, tracing her fingers through the countless red welts that now
graced Kara's body.
"That'll do for now," Sophia snickered, "Untie kunt and bring her over her to
service me".
Kara collapsed on the floor as the spreader bar was removed from her ankles and
the ropes connected her wrists to the beam were untied. Jessica grabbed Kara's
hair and dragged the slave over to where Sophia again reclined on the sofa.
"Lick me, slave." The slave pressed her tear-stained face deeply against the
treasure. Swirling her tongue against the opening, she sucked and probed until
a wave of telltale passion erupted from Sophia.
Sophia pushed the slave away, resumed her position on the sofa, and again
extended her feet over the ottoman. "Pay homage to my feet while I tell you a
story."
Kara rose to her hands and knees and crawled to the pedicured toes and gently
knelt and kissed each digit, sucking it slowly into her mouth.
"Earlier today, this morning in fact, someone you and I both know, using the
house keys that were taken from your purse at the theatre, arrived at your
former home and retrieved the items you listed for Jessica on the yellow pad.
Those items, those bits of antiquity passed to you by your family, those
specific books and classical music cd's you so cherished, are being shipped
here. They'll be available for you, given to you, only if and when I deem
appropriate. Continue licking, kunt, you are a good foot servant..."
Kara let her tongue bath the sensitive areas between Mistresses toes and licked
the soft under soles of Sophia's feet. She moved to the other foot and repeated
the same procedure culminating with her tongue against the soles of the right
foot.
"The memento's of your past were not all that Maya retrieved. Your scum of a
husband wasted little time in finding someone to fill the emptiness of the
marital bed, someone he undoubtedly knew before you were brought to us. How you
could have been so blind to his ways is beyond me but it doesn't matter. Maya
made an on the spot decision, something she is quite good at doing. She easily
overpowered the tramp and that insipid bitch now belongs to us, not to him.
She's sequestered until we find a place for her. She'll be sold as chattel at
some auction in the not too distant future."
Sophia paused and absorbed the homage to her feet. "Your see, kunt, this is
more than sex or slavery or control. Oh yes we have our moments; moments that
enrich our inner desires and at times moments that fill the coffers of our
organization, such as the night you were first here. But the Coterie is an
organization of another purpose. There is a structure ... certain women we
chose carefully as we foresee the need. Arts, law, politics, technology,
medicine, marketing" Sophia looked down at the completely disheveled slave.
""You'll have your tribulations, provide those moments of quiet pleasure, but in
time, you will be used in a different way. You'll provide your skills for us,
to enrich what we do, just as Annie, just as Jessica, and in time, just as
Rhonda will when she finishes her schooling. Eventually Jessica will move to
other responsibilities within our organization. I will need someone to replace
her; that someone could be you. But understand something; your future depends
on how you progress, how you accept things. Fail me and you will meet a similar
fate as Rikki; please me, and you'll begin to understand how our organization
works. Now push the ottoman aside and make yourself into a footstool."
Not quite certain what Mistress commanded Kara positioned herself on all fours
in front of the sofa.
"Very good, kunt, you're learning." She smiled at Jessica and patted the sofa
beside her, beckoning Jessica to sit next to her. Jessica sat and extended her
feet to their footstool.
Sophia slipped her arm around Jessica's shoulder and sipped her wine. "The
journey has no end, kunt. Yes, there's a contract for a specific period of
time, but when its over, I don't think you'll want to go back, ever. Maya says
it best. I'm not sure of her exact words, but it goes something like this ...
'New life from the old ...' "
Kara exhaled and trembled...
(Authors note: This concludes "Forty-Four Hours". When I began, in my mind
this was a three or four chapter story, then expanded to six or seven chapters
and finally to what I consider a logical conclusion. Kara may be revisited at a
later date but in a different context. In the meantime, there are other themes
I may wish to explore.
I wish to thank the reviewers and those who wrote me directly with your thoughts
as well. Your comments were most gratifying and encouraging. I would also like
to thank the Webmaster for maintaining a marvelous site.)
