Forty-Four Hours, Part 3
Drapes being pulled open and sunlight flooding the room caused the slumbering
form to stir slowly. The instinctive turn to avoid the unexpected sunlight and
the sharp feel of the stainless steel collar jerking her neck back to the bed
momentarily startled the slave.
Kara's first thoughts were disoriented until she remembered where she was and
the confinement of the collar Mistress Sophia placed around her neck hours
before. Her hand went instinctively to the collar and found the chain padlocked
at the d-ring of the collar. From the d-ring, her hand followed the chain until
it found the other end, padlocked around the bed frame. She toyed with the
padlock there and let her hand return to her nude body.
Kara nodded weakly as Lori approached the bed. There was a subtle softness that
she found to be almost comforting. From her robe the hotel assistant manager
produced the keys that opened both of the padlocks "It's after ten. You have to
get cleaned up, so drag your butt into the bathroom and be quick about it."
Kara rubbed her neck where the collar still remained secured and nodded.
Methodically she stumbled into the bathroom and relieved the fullness in her
bladder and bowels and turned on the shower. The shower awakened her body and
mind and brought back the concluding moments of the evening after Mistress
Sophia left. She recalled her mistresses parting kiss and then the silence that
penetrated the room until Lori had grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the
bed forcing her face under her skirt and into her naked sex. She'd serviced
Lori until her explosion coated her face, then dragged to one side of the bed
and secured her to the king sized bed. Sleep had come quickly to her exhausted
body.
She turned off the shower, finished her routine and emerged from the bathroom.
Lori had ordered breakfast and Kara knelt naked with her hands clasped to her
ankles and mouthed at a plate of fruit, eggs and toast on a plate balanced
delicately on Lori's lap. Coffee she lapped and sucked from a saucer. Lori
took a folder piece of paper from her robe and handled it to Kara. "Read it,
slave; it's from your Mistress."
Kara picked up the note. She unfolded the pale lavender paper and began to
read.
Slave
By now you've acquired a taste of what I'm all about (and a taste of
Lori as well, literally and figuratively, if I know her as I think I do.) I
trust you are not disappointed. I know thus far I am pleased at what has
transpired.
I will continue your torment, humiliation and servitude at my ranch
outside the city in the foothills. There you'll be subjected to more of what
you've received. Shortly, my handler will arrive to transport you to the ranch.
You are to obey Lori fully as well as the demands of your handler. I will join
you during the afternoon. You may miss me now, and I suspect you do, but when
you gaze upon my countenance, you'll fear me.
I know you've touched your collar around your slave neck. It is an
outward symbol of an inner mystical journey into a high state of consciousness;
in this case consciousness of your submission.
Until you gaze upon me,
Mistress Sophia
Kara folded the note and a soft smile almost crept over her face and looked at
Lori briefly. A moment of compassion and understanding passed between the two
women.
She paused and spoke, "May I ask a question?"
"You are not permitted questions at this point", snapped Lori. She walked to
the dresser, compassion receding with each step, and opened a drawer. She
returned with two black strips of cloth and a pair of cuffs connected by about
12 inches of thick chain and a set of leg irons. The silence was broken only by
the light clinking noise Lori made as she lifted the chains.
"Kneel, slave. It's almost time ..."
The cloth was quickly pulled over her eyes trapping her in darkness and causing
a quiver throughout her body. She felt the cloth being knotted behind her head
and then the other strip pressed against her lips.
"Open your mouth! Quickly!"
Kara briefly relaxed her jaw muscles and felt the cloth pulled tightly between
her lips and knotted behind her head.
She felt her left arm being extended in front of her and the coolness of the
metal locked around that wrist and her right wrist treated in the same
fashion... then she felt the pressure of Lori's hands on her shoulders, forcing
her down and twisting her naked body onto her back, her arms extended over her
head with the backs of her palms resting against the floor. Lori knelt beside
Kara and locked leg irons connected by a short chain around her slim ankles.
She traced her fingers over Kara's labia and lingered momentarily, probing
gently until she heard her captive's soft moan. Kara lay still daring not to
breathe as if she would break the spell. Her body responded to the stroking
against her sex and she was embarrassed at how quickly she wiggled her hips
seeking more.
The ringing of the room phone interrupted the spell. Lori got up and walked to
the phone. She uttered five simple words "Bring it up here now." She put down
the phone and cast a glance at Kara and muttered, "Your handler will be here
shortly. You are to remain as you are."
Minutes passed seemingly as hours. Kara lay as Lori had placed her feeling the
fire Lori briefly ignited within her ebb. Her mouth was dry and she sucked at
the saliva soaked wad of black cloth tightly embedded between her lips.
The knock at the door of the suite caused a sudden pounding beneath her breast
and she felt the all too familiar trembling roll over her body as Lori open the
door. She heard brief greetings exchanged and to Kara, it was obvious Lori
knew who entered the suite.
Panic-stricken thoughts and spasms of despair deepened within her as she heard
footsteps approach her prone nakedness from the left side of her body. Her sex
quickened it's throbbing and she desperately wanted to bring her hands over her
head and cover her most private areas. Those thoughts were drowned as she felt
a foot placed on the chain connecting her wrists as if the owner of the foot
read her fleeting thoughts.
"She looks like she's scared out of her wits," Kara heard a voice, definitely
male, "Are you sure she's up for this?"
"Just get her ready while I get her things in her bag. She won't be coming back
here." Lori turned and looked menacingly at Kara, "slave, these are your
handlers. They'll take you where you need to be next." Her footsteps moved
away and Kara heard the closet door open.
"Well, little darling, ain't you a cutie, all chained up," a voice, new,
strange, female, drawled at her. "Too bad we can't see those eyes of yours,
though, I bet they're big as saucers right now, just wondering what this is all
about! Does seem, though, you're in for a little trip this morning, so I guess
we best get on with it." She traced her hand lazily against Kara's sex.
Laughter from unseen faces permeated the room as Kara jerked her hips at the
touch. The same hand journeyed up the quivering stomach and circled each
nipple squeezing and twisting each hardened bud until Kara moaned into the gag.
Fingers continued toying with her nipples and another hand touched her sex and
sought out her clitoris. She tried to twist her body from side to side, jerking
her hips as the pressure on her nipples and clitoris increased. Spasms of
uncontrollable urge spread through her body until she moaned forcibly into the
gag, her hips bucking wildly. The slave simply was about to loose control.
Perspiration beaded on her forehead as the orgasm rolled through her. Unseen
strangers had just taken her.
Kara heard something heavy plop against the floor and more subtle sounds that
she also could not identify. She bit hard against the strip of cloth between
her lips sucking her own saliva back into her mouth. She heard something being
drug closer to her and something flick briefly against the left side of her
body, then footsteps move around to her right. She felt hands against her, one
on her shoulder, and another on her side just below her right breast, another
hand was at her right hip and another grasped her knee and in unison rolled her
onto her stomach. She felt the texture against her stomach change from the pile
of the hotel carpet to something smoother. She screamed into the gag as she
felt the hands push her over on her back again and the smoothness of a heavy
fabric pressed against her outstretched nakedness. She was rolled over again,
then again, each time the fabric heavier, more confining around her. She
screamed louder though it resonated at a duller tone, even to her own ears.
"You're being rolled in a rug, sweetie, bet you never had this treatment
before," she heard the unseen female voice taunting down at her, "relax, it
ain't going to kill ya! So shut up, you prissy bitch! We got things to do!"
Unseen by Kara, now a quivering sobbing wreck and on the verge of hysteria, the
man reached into the pocket of his jeans jacket and withdrew two short strips of
hemp and tied them around the rolled rug in the area of her breasts, and then
another in the area of her thighs, drawing the rug tight and preventing it from
unrolling. Kara felt arms reach under her imprisoned form, discerned a muffled
grunt and felt her body and the weight of the rug lifted as if it were no more
of an encumbrance to him than a sack of grain. Her body bent slightly as she
was hoisted over his shoulder.
Lori heard the muffled groans and sobs emanating from the rug and tried to
imagine the abject horror the slave must be experiencing. Turning to the
taunting woman dressed in jeans and a white western style shirt she handed her
the bag and the keys to the cuffs, "I'll walk with you to the service elevator.
You'll need my key to activate the buttons." then walked ahead of the party to
the elevator and activated the door. As the terrified bundle passed into the
enclosure, she said in a raised voice, "Slave, just be still; I'm sorry it has
to be like this! Give my regards to Mistress."
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Sophia lounged in the chair on her secluded patio off her bedroom at the ranch.
As she gazed at the mountains of the Front Range, she though through the events
she had planned for the next 24-hours. The faint knock at her door was answered
by a command to enter. She shifted her eyes to the form of a woman who
approached on her knees, her eyes at the floor, the cordless telephone
instrument held in front of her. She looked at Jessica and smiled as the 35
year old advertising executive by weekday, slave by weekend, bowed her head and
spoke, "Mistress Sophia, it is Mistress Lori with an update, Ma'am."
Without addressing Jessica directly, Sophia took the phone, cradled it to her
ear, and listened until a smile crossed her crimson lips. She spoke brief words
of thanks to Lori then silenced the instrument.
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In a blind, timeless environment, Kara surmised she was in the back of some kind
of truck. She faintly heard the traffic on the road, whatever road it may be,
and the muffled sounds of tires against the road. Beyond those simple sounds,
her world was dim, unspeakable, alone and confined beyond her here-to-fore
wildest imagination.
Her panic has subsided to emotions of dread and raging fear. Her first thoughts
as the hemp was tied around the rug were that she would fall into hysteria and
her heart would either stop beating altogether or spring from her body. She
tried to convince herself, or was she merely hoping, that she would be quickly
released. She had to be! What raged through her mind was that she now belonged
to the complete mercy of strangers, unseen, and unknown and apparently otherwise
disconnected from her horror. She squirmed uneasily never able to gain any
measure of true comfort from her outstretched position. While the confinement
inside the rug shielded her from the suns rays, it also caused her to sweat
profusely and she now felt herself drenched in her own perspiration.
The ride continued, tires droned against the pavement. Thirst built insatiably
in her throat.
To comfort her overwhelming fears, she tried to gather what she knew, what she
heard, what she could remember. She recalled from the previous evening Mistress
saying to have her there on time ... and from her email prior to her flight out
that before she was back on the plane she'd have a better understanding ... and
from her note this morning saying she'd be with her this afternoon ... so her
only hope right now was to dwell on Mistresses words. Mistress literally was
her only salvation at this point.
The rug seemed to touch Kara literally over every inch of her naked body. She
tried to recount the number of times she had been fully turned back in the hotel
suite; vaguely, for some reason, perhaps as a mental refuge from the reality,
her mind recounted being flipped from front to back about five or six times,
thus, she reasoned, there were probably that many layers of the rug around her.
She knew she had no power to escape.
The truck slowed almost to a stop and took an abrupt turn. The road become
rough, the ride bouncing her unceremoniously against the metal floor of the
truck though the rug rolled around her cushioned her somewhat. Dust filtered in
through the openings at each end of the rug causing her to cough. Her
conveyance made another turn and finally came to a stop.
Doors shut and voices called back and forth. Kara attempted to cry out a
frantic help me but it came out as nothing more than a hollow echo in her
cylindrical confinement. She felt her prison lifted, this time in a more
horizontal way and carried up steps. She thought she heard a door creak and
then shut.
She felt herself being lowered and placed against the floor. Her heart began
racing again as the ropes holding her imprisoned were cut and she sensed the
cylindrical confinement loosen slightly around her... then she started spinning,
rolling around and around. The last shove against her imprisonment sent her
sprawling, chains clanking, against the base of a dais, which she as of yet
could not see. She only sensed that freedom and air surrounded her
perspiration-covered body. The black strips of cloth were hastily pulled off
her eyes and mouth. She squinted at the sudden environment of light as she
sprawled at the end of the rug.
Kara looked up to her left and immediately recognized Sophia, seated, dressed in
complete riding attire, shiny black boots, tan breeches, and a white blouse.
Her blunt cut black hair wickedly slicked back. A crop dangled from her gloved
hand.
Emotion welled and tears flooded her eyes as her face hugged against the shiny
leather boots. Tears fell against boots as if they had no other purpose except
to wash the surface. Kara extended her still chained hands forward and grasped
Mistress Sophia's boots holding them and burying her face against the leather,
crying from relief, letting fear ebb from her body and mind.
A delicate finger encased in a black riding glove gracefully reached down under
Kara's chin and lifted her tear streaked face slowly until her eyes gazed
directly into Sophia's.
"Are you relieved to see my face, slave?"
Sobbing through tears and desperately clinging to Sophia's booted feet, Kara
gave a weak barely discernable reply.
Sophia broke her gaze from the slave and looked at the two handlers. "How did
she take it?"
The taunting woman spoke, "she was a complete, quivering idiot. I thought we
were going to loose her at first. She kicked and screamed like a wild horse."
Kara instinctively turned her face to the right to see the source of the voice
but Sophia's gloved hand grasped her lower jaw and tilted her face straight at
her. "Don't," she said, "you will never see who they are. You have no reason
to know. But they'll always know you, who you are. Compose yourself and kneel,
face to the floor, hands out in front of you."
Kara complied and Sophia's boot rested on the chain that connected her
outstretched hands. However, Kara was completely unprepared for what happen
next.
Music began playing and filled the room. Kara strained to identify the notes and
recognized the macabre strains of the allegro from Liszt's "Totentanz."
Footsteps entered the room and bodies crowded around her. Movement ceased until
the music faded. Sophia's voice broke a prolonged silence. "The supplicant
woman before you ... the one called Kara ... has been sent here to atone for her
transgressions ... and to draw nearer to what lies within her heart and soul.
Through her own selfishness she failed to learn simple lessons of her humility
at the caring hands of Maya ... one who wishes to claim her. She is here before
me today at Maya's direction ... to be admonished for her failures and to be
punished in whatever manner I so chose."
Kara's tears again flowed down her cheeks and she wanted to race from the room
as Sophia's voice continued. "You will witness and participate in her
humiliation in what remains of her brief time here. In 24 hours she will leave
here ... unless I decide otherwise."
Sophia turned to her left and spoke, "Jessica, Chuck, you know of my plans. I
want them carried out on her immediately. She is permitted no peace until I say
so. Is that clear?"
Kara heard two voices utter in unison, "Yes Mistress."
Sophia nodded again, this time in the direction of the taunting woman and Kara
heard footsteps approach from behind. The blindfold was drawn across her eyes
and again knotted behind her head. Sophia lifted her boot from the chain that
connected the slave's wrists. A hand loosely touched her ankles, then her wrists
and removed the cuffs and chains. She remained kneeling her face to the floor
and heard Sophia's words aimed at her, "Slave, the time of your torment and
humiliation is at hand. I suggest you reflect on it wisely."
Hands touched her upper arms and lifted her up to her feet, then turned her
around. She felt fingers at her collar and the snap of something around the
d-ring. She was led slowly, her feet plodding tentatively across the rug that
had been her prison and then onto the cool wooden floor. She sensed the
presence of whoever surrounded her walking with her. The tug at her collar was
constant and the fingers clasped around her upper arms never diminished. She
heard the creaking of the door again and the sensation of warmer air around her
body. Sunlight bathed her body and her bare feet touched dirt. The leash was
pulled; she followed beneath the confines of the blindfold. She wanted to
scream but dared not utter a sound. The walk continued, the hands never leaving
her arms, the tug at her collar constantly pulling her forward in through an
environment she had never seen. When she didn't walk fast enough or showed the
slightest hesitation, hands slapped at her naked buttocks. No words were
spoken.
Her feet continued to plod through dirt, occasionally stumbling over small
stones. She yearned for the slightest hint of vision and lifted her face to see
if she could peer under the blindfold, but to no avail. Dirt beneath her feet
turned to rougher surfaces. She felt the path rise and she shifted her position
using the muscles in her calves, thighs, and buttocks to force her body up the
slope. She stumbled and hands tightened their grip on her upper arms. Sun beat
down oh her and she perspired from her effort. As she pushed her body up the
slope hands swatted at the soft undersides of her buttocks. Behind her she
heard in the distance the clopping of what she sensed to be a horse pushing its
way up the rocky slope. The clopping sounds came nearer and then followed as
the tug at her collar increased.
The terrain beneath her feet leveled and her feet touched soft grass or
something other than the dirt and rocky terrain she had just traversed. Without
prelude, an unfamiliar voice called out for her to stay. Movement ceased, as
did the tugging at her neck and the clopping of the horse. She stood still and
silent.
The movement of bodies approached her again and pulled her arms away from her
body. Almost as if on command, ropes were tied around her wrists and ankles at
the same time. She was turned slightly and her arms stretched out, her legs
pulled apart. She felt tension in each of the four ropes and her body being
opened, crudely spread into an X.
She tugged at each of her extremities instinctively only to find there was
minimum slack in her position. Anxiety drenched her body like the perspiration
the covered her from the walk to god-only-knows-where. Her breathing increased
and her heart pounded again like a small drum inside her. Something tube like
was pressed to her lips and she smelled the freshness of water and drank without
hesitation, letting the coolness sooth her dry mouth and throat. The tube was
quickly drawn away and the last droplets of water dribbled down her breasts and
tummy.
She heard the clopping of the horse again, this time approaching her from behind
and the animal now so close behind her she could smell it. Then it stopped.
Anxiety reigned throughout her. A hand untied and lifted the blindfold.
Kara blinked at the sudden rush of sunlight and her eyes adjusted to the
brightness. Her eyes drank in the scene. She was spread between two large
posts, perhaps eight feet tall, sunk into the rocky earth about ten feet apart.
She indeed was stretched, spread wide, her wrists tied by thick ropes then tied
close to the top of the posts, her legs stretched and tied by ropes leading
around the base of the posts. From her position she gazed down a sharp slope,
undoubtedly the one she was led up. Her position overlooked the ranch, now
seemingly far below on flatter terrain. Outcropping of rocks were everywhere
around her. She was partially shaded by a few tall evergreens, mostly behind
her.
The horse clopped around her and she gasped as she gazed on Mistress Sophia
fully clothed in English riding attire astride the chestnut horse.
To Kara's right she saw a man and four women. The man appeared to be around 40,
tanned, muscular and worn a simple brown cloth tied around his waist which did
little to hide his manhood. One woman, an auburn haired stunning creature, was
draped in a short purple tunic. The other three women were naked save for
moccasin type shoes that probably spared their feet the discomfort her feet had
endured. Each also wore a collar
Sophia spoke directly at her, "Slave, this will be your position for the next
few hours. These are my slaves, people who worship me and beg for my attention
on selective weekends at my ranch. Some pay for this privilege, others I grant
it freely, as do I you this weekend. They in essence serve me, carry out my
orders, and do my bidding. Each of them knows that if they fail me punishment
will be meted out to them as well.
She pointed to a tall auburn haired woman; "Jessica is my personal servant on
weekends, my hand maiden. She will be in charge of you when I depart and will
oversee your punishment. She will also be in charge of your urination when it
becomes necessary. You will ask her permission."
Sophia gestured to the man. "Chuck over there, pays me for the privilege of
servitude and constructs certain things for me, such as planting these posts to
which you are bound. Later this evening you may witness more of his work.
Ronda," gesturing to a petite blonde woman who appeared to be barely 20, "is in
charge of attending to your water. When you need it, and I might add, you will
need sufficient amounts to avoid dehydration in this sun until it passes behind
the tall pines, you will ask her politely. Annie and Rikki," Sophia nodded
towards the other two women, "are simple slaves who have submitted to my darker
desires merely for the pleasure of being able to assist in your punishment. You
are not yet worthy to be beneath my whip. Perhaps by this evening, that all
will change. Think of that and reflect on your transgressions as my slaves
punish you."
Kara shook as if the words had been spit into her. She strained against the
well-worn ropes and her eyes darted from one person to another. All remained
silent with resolute complicity written over their faces.
Sophia turned her horse and Chuck removed the saddlebags and laid them on the
ground. Sophia spurred her horse and the beast began a slow decent down the
rocky slope. She had descended no more than a hundred yards when she heard the
slave's first scream.
