Forty-Four Hours, Part 4
Sophia's departure spawned feelings of abandonment and overwhelming despair for
Kara. She felt alone, almost as if she didn't want to be here. Her stamina
faded. For the first time since her arrival, she began to believe she'd gone
too far, taken beyond what she could endure. The idea of crying out to Sophia
rolled through her but she let the thought pass. What if she broke? Would
broken slaves be treated with some compassion? Or were they treated worse than
those with the strength to continue?
Now Kara turned her eyes to those who remained on the ridge, looking at them as
if they represented impending doom. She wondered at their role, and what
latitude they had to impart servitude to her mind and body. She recalled
Sophia's letter saying that other trusted friends would be assigned to make the
weekend experience as complete as possible, but never had she envisioned this.
Her head turned sided to side gazing at the posts and the cords that restrained
her. She shifted her feet and flexed her wrists in an attempt to ease the
discomfort, but nothing alleviated her mental bewilderment or her physical
vulnerability. She was frightened and she knew it. Were the others standing
before her aware of just how much? She saw hands gesture toward her body, heard
words spoken that didn't fully reach her ears and felt glances penetrate beyond
her nakedness. Dear god, they must know!
Annie walked toward Jessica and engaged her in a quieter conversation punctuated
by laughter. Though three years younger than Jessica and in service to Sophia
for half the amount of time, there were shared similarities between the two
women, which created a certain bond. Both women were single, tall, and
articulate. As with Jessica, Annie had also met mistress at a woman's
professional business organization in the city where each had attracted Sophia's
attention. Both were in highly demanding executive positions for their
respective firms. In Annie's case, these demands led her to seek the personal
solitude of submission where she could explore her inner feelings and the
gratification of servitude. Now, on select weekends under Sophia, Annie was
finding her true status despite her past experiences as a domme.
Jessica's role was to orchestrate the hours on the ridge and ensure the selected
members added their own intensity to the slave's torment and training as Sophia
had planned. She nodded silently back at Annie giving her permission to began,
knowing Annie's role was to tease and leave the slave balanced between desire
and frustration.
Annie approached with an athletic poise and a triumphant gaze as if she had just
won a 10k race and was coming forward to claim her prize. Without speaking a
word or breaking her stare into Kara's eyes, her hands moved to Kara's nipples
and quickly twisted and pulled the thick rose-colored buds. The unrelenting tug
elicited a scream from Kara that echoed over the bluff and was followed by
plaintive pleas for mercy that was completely ignored. The blonde tormentor
grinned at the reaction from her prize and repeated the gesture eliciting
another plaintive uttering. Annie's fingers then roamed downward until they
found the tenderness of Kara's mound and delicately circled her zone until she
saw the hint of moisture; her fingers toyed, plunged, withdrew and started
again.
Her eyes drilled into Kara's eyes. ""Look at you... horny slut.' She brought
her face inches away from Kara's and whispered in clipped words while her
forefinger worked at the edge of a vulnerable sex, "You love it, don't you? I'd
love..." her faced pressed closer to Kara's eyes, "... to have the chance to
have you all by myself ... "
Kara shook her head back and forth, her eyes half closed, her mind trying to
find some realm in which to retreat. At the same time she couldn't ignore the
sensations Annie's probing created.
Annie gauged the slave's reactions and slowed the probing of her finger,
watching the slave hang on every movement. She withdrew and let her fingers
lazily trace the slave's outer lips and then work her fingers delicately back
into the warmth and building goo of Kara's treasure pit. She withdrew again
and let the tops of her nails trace down the taunt muscles of each inner thigh,
then slowly dragged her nails back toward the center of Kara's craving. She
smiled wickedly as she saw hips strained forward, increasing the pressure
against the ropes.
Annie circled the hapless prey and approached from behind, separating her cheeks
and dragging her fingers in a feathery touch down her crevice until she found
the puckered anal orifice. There she lingered. Manicured nails traced firmly
down perspiring inner thighs again until moans gasped slowly from a parched
mouth. She heard the breathing of her object start to come in short gasps. Then
she withdrew and stood away from Kara, leaving her inner tensions burning hotter
than the early afternoon sun.
Minutes built upon minutes and passed uncounted as Kara remained spread between
the poles with Annie slowly attacking in a drama that drove the captive to the
edge of sexual release only to retreat and have those same feelings recede like
waves rippling back into the ocean. As Annie concluded her final assault, Kara
again rocked her hips lewdly thrusting her pussy out into thin air as if someone
among the group failed to notice that she had not cumm. Twice during that
ritualistic teasing and denial, Kara had pleaded for water and Ronda, true to
her duty as the water bearer, unhesitatingly filled her mouth each time knowing
the inevitable outcome. Kara, too, felt the pressure in her bladder increase as
the minutes passed.
Annie returned one final time and stood in front of the slave. She pressed her
own nudity against the slaves perspiration soaked emotional charged body. Her
long arms wrapped around and pulled their bodies together tightly as if to touch
every inch of flesh against flesh. Her lips pressed to Kara's and the passion
of an unexpected kiss passed tongue to tongue. Annie withdrew her tongue and
whispered softly, "You're going to love this ..."
An explosion erupted across the lower curves of Kara's buttocks just above her
outstretched thighs. Pain followed in microseconds and she jerked forward
deeper into Annie's sinister embrace. Mesmerized by the rapture of Annie's
embrace Kara failed to sense Rikki moving behind her. The leather paddle
exploded against her again and her scream mingled with Annie's laughter. Annie
pressed her palm into Kara's lower abdomen as the third blow crossed her already
inflamed buttocks. The combination intensified the urge to urinate that Kara
knew she was approaching. The seductive Annie unlocked Kara from the embrace
and stepped away.
The transition to Rikki was intended to strike fear into the captive and leave
her mentally pleading for the soft seductiveness of Annie. Rikki bore little
physical resemblance to Annie. She was five inches shorter than Annie's 5'10"
height and her body was well defined and muscular. Her special talent was
giving erotic pain, yet Sophia had warned her not to abuse the slave
unreasonably or leave her unable to endure what was planned during the evening
... her purpose was to simply leave no doubt in the slaves mind that what she
received could be worse.
Rikki walked to the front of Kara and held the paddle up to Kara's lips. "Kiss
it." Kara glanced at the slightly flexible piece of leather not more than 2 or
3 inches wide and probably not over a foot long before the flat surface
disappeared in to a well-formed handle. Rikki rubbed the device over Kara's
body allowing the leather to glide over her flesh, first her face, her neck and
across her breasts, and then up under her armpits, down across the sides, her
tummy and down to her mound. She repeated the process again, this time tapping
slightly harder leaving Kara dizzy with a mixture of fright and anticipation.
When Rikki started a series of strokes with the paddle against her lower abdomen
Kara lost her battle to hold back her stream. With a moan of relief and
embarrassment, she gushed until a damp puddle formed on the ground in front of
her outstretched legs. The last droplets of her stream trickled out of her
smoothness and down her thighs. In a makeshift fashion Rikki rubbed the edge of
the paddle through Kara's slit coating it well with the mixture of unfulfilled
arousal and urine then held it to her lips. Kara stubbornly extended her tongue
and closed her eyes; unable to comprehend in her sun-soaked mind that anything
could be more degrading. As the slave licked Rikki held her face close to Kara
and said, "that's all for now, puss, but I'll be back later to finish you off
..." she planted a light tap on karas tongue and stepped away.
Jessica walked in front of Kara and signaled for the ropes to be released. Kara
slumped against the ground falling into her own personal dampness. As the sun
moved behind the tall trees providing much welcomed shade, Ronda returned with
the water bottle placing it into Kara's lips and squeezed a stream, which her
parched lips accepted. She allowed her rest then thrust it between her lips
again. Kara could focus only on the gratification; Ronda though, knew she was
initialing the cycle all over again.
Ronda, 19 and a first year enrollee at a local art institute, was by far the
youngest member of the group on the plateau that afternoon. Four months ago she
wandered into the museum needing to perform 100 hours of community service for a
slight indiscretion with the law. With her papers from the municipal court in
hand she pleaded with the assistant director that she was available to do
anything. Sophia was always enticed by the word 'anything' so she allowed Ronda
to become an aide in the gift shop, deliberately keeping her hours low. After
three weeks Ronda realized she'd never meet the court mandated deadline for her
community service and begged to work off the hours more quickly. Sophia studied
the pixyish-framed darling with the intriguing oversized breasts pressing
against her sweatshirt and told her there might be a way. At the ranch Ronda
learned the full meaning of the word 'anything'.
Now, the pixyish Ronda looked at the woman more than twice her age lying sweat
soaked and exhausted in dirt dampened by her own pee. Telltale traces of
redness streaked her firm ass and inner thighs but best of all, her ample
breasts and anguished face seemed treasures to explore. "I get you next, you
old bitch! Kneel in front of me." Kara's face reflected a bewildered
expression of disbelief as she looked at the wisp of a woman at barely over 5
feet tall and scantly more than 100-pounds. Then she looked pleadingly at
Jessica whose nod only confirmed the nightmare.
Kara knelt before the pixie. She quickly grasped the idea of what was coming
but in her present environment felt helpless to alter the course of events. To
her right she heard the steady click of the camera recording for god-knows-who
the bizarre humiliation of the moment.
Using a short thin stick she'd picked up, Ronda lightly pressed the end of it
against Kara's left breast leaving a redish indentation on her skin and then the
right one. "What are these, bitch?' she asked.
Kara responded almost dumbfounded, "my breasts, of course."
Laughing, Ronda retorted, "no, slut. I have breasts. You are a slave, so what
do you have? And slut, look at me when you respond to me, "
Kara sensed where the pixie was going. She replied barely above a whisper, "I
have tits."
Ronda's chiding tone continued. "Slut, when you respond to me you will address
me as 'Miss Ronda'. And when refer to yourself, always use 'this slut', never
anything else. One more thing, since I now am in charge of you and you belong
to me, you don't have tits. They now are my tits, aren't they? So lets try this
again."
Ronda probed the stick harder against the fullness both tits and asked, "What
are these, slut?"
Kara raised her face shamefully and looked into the gleeful expression sweeping
over the pixie, "They are your tits, Miss Ronda."
"So if they are my tits, then I guess I can do anything to them I want. Would
you agree slave, and be very specific with your response?"
"Yes, Miss Ronda, they are your tits to do anything with you chose."
"Kneel up straight, slut. Cross your hands behind your back and stick 'my tits'
out," her youthful voice adding emphasis the words at the end of her phrase.
Kara did so.
For a few moments, Ronda stood quiet, as did the four other members of the
party. Then she placed her hands at the base of the slaves left breast and
squeezed until it resembled a swelling piece of fruit ready to explode with
ripeness. Kara exhaled a sigh of desperation as she saw the contorted
distention of her breast. Then Ronda's fingers released and began their
ritualistic dance of exploration over what she now owned. The length and
thickness of Kara's nipples were particularly fascinating to her, so much better
defined than her own. She cupped, raised then dropped the fullness of each ripe
globe smiling at the still evident firmness and the seductive way they jiggled.
Her fingers returned to the nipples and she began extending, twisting and
pinching, all the time watching the reaction on Kara's face. She removed her
hands and said, "uncross your hands and bring them up to 'my tits', slave. I
want to watch you play with them for me."
Kara looked back completely mortified. With quivering lips she slowly said,
"Miss Ronda, please ... don't make me ... "
Ronda brought the stick down sharply against the top of the left globe and
raised her voice! "You're going to play with 'my tits' for me, slave, for all
of us. So, put on a real show, bitch. Work yourself into a frenzy and make
yourself hot! I'll give you ten minutes. If I don't think you're doing it hard
enough or if I don't think you're sincere or passionate enough, I'll swat 'my
tits' with this stick again. Then I'll make you beg out loud for the privilege
of playing with them. Also, spread your knees wider so we can see your pussy at
the same time. Got me, stupid?"
Kara looked at the red mark forming on the left tit and nodded slowly. She
spread her knees wider in the dirt, then brought her hands up and cupped the
familiar form of her tits. She forced her hands to roam over each one and began
what she had done so many times in private but never before another person, let
alone one so youthful, so demanding and suddenly so demonic. She tilted her
head forward as if her eyes needed to coax her hands into action. Then her eyes
closed and her hands fondled, squeezed, pulled. She felt the heat of
embarrassment flush over her face but she couldn't control the perverse passion
that began to form inside her.
"More, slut!" Ronda yelled. "Hold 'em up close to your face, spit on 'em, and
keep going!"
Kara opened her eyes and aimed her mouth at each swelling globe and spit. She
felt like a complete robot responding to the demands of this demonic child.
Yet, heat began to rise within her. Laughter and taunts flooded her ears almost
as if they were spurring the desires. She kept on. She closed her mind to what
she was doing and just listened to the words from Ronda. The commands became
more perverse and probed deeper into her psyche ... lean forward ... milk them
... pretend you're a cow ... moo for us ... one after the other they kept
coming, wickedly driving her deeper into frenzy.
Ronda slipped her right moccasin off her foot and pressed her bare toes into
Kara's oozing slit. She saw the rush of passion in the slaves face.
Kara felt the big toe roam through her sex and settle on her clitoris and
massage. She kept going, faster, deeper, eyes closed again, the toe wiggling,
massaging. The surge of emotion rolled through her like a tidal wave. Her hips
worked against the toe and her lips opened with a moan that built into a
crescendo of crazed lust. Her body tensed and then succumbed to the inevitable.
The intensity left her in shambles.
Ronda's foot pushed Kara into the dirt sprawling her on her back, her legs still
shaking, her spasms ebbing, her nipples pointing toward the clouds dotting the
sky above. The pixie ran her toe through the flooded sex again and then pushed
her toes against Kara's mouth. Kara licked and then lay gasping in the dirt,
slowly regaining her breath. Before she fully recovered, Ronda squatted over
the slave, let her weight settle down firmly over Kara's face, and used it for
her own sexual gratification. After achieving her release, she rolled the
exhausted slave over on her tummy, tied her wrists together behind her, and left
her.
The group watched Kara's passion subside as she lay face down in the dirt.
After a brief interlude, they pulled her up, hooked a leash to her collar and
began walking back into the trees. Ronda pulled Kara by the leash, her hands
still tied behind her back.
Chuck stared frequently at the slave as they walked. Unknown to Kara, stare was
all he could do. Sophia had ensured his subservience with a male chastity
device that kept his throbbing manhood locked in a mesh cage hidden beneath his
waistcloth. For him to gain release Sophia would rely on Jessica's statement
that the male had kept his hands off the slave the entire afternoon. Chuck knew
that Sophia had the only key.
He led the party and examined the myriad of trees until he found one with a
thick branch extending out about seven feet up from the trunk of the tree. From
the saddlebags slung over his shoulder, he took two pulleys and a pair of
suspension cuffs. He threaded the pulleys with rope and hoisted Ronda up on his
shoulders and she tied each pulley to the branch about two feet apart. She
tossed one end to Rikki and one end was tied through the rings on the suspension
cuffs. Kara was pushed down on her back and the cuffs were strapped around each
ankle. With Chuck on one rope and Annie and Rikki on the other, they pulled
until Kara was hoisted by her ankles until her legs were straight up, her hips
hovering inches above the dirt and dried leaves beneath the tree. Kara flailed
her body desperately. She heard the camera click again and again. Her
struggles were futile, as she knew they would be.
The group stood away and watched and waited. For Kara the situation was
becoming more desperate. Mentally she was completely exhausted and again she
fought back the frustration. Screaming had become useless. She suddenly hung
by an emotional thread and knew she was again close to breaking point.
Everything that had happened today, the rug, the ride in the back of the truck,
the proclamation by Sophia, the processional out of the house, the humiliation
at the hands of Ronda and now this, had caught her completely off guard and
reached into mental recesses of her psyche that she no longer could fathom. Her
struggles did nothing except to tire her and her upper body finally fell
exhausted against the floor of the grove. She looked up to see Jessica
approaching and squatting down beside her.
Jessica said, "One hour to go, slave, before we head back to the ranch and
Mistress Sophia. Think you honestly can last that long?"
Kara shuddered and replied, "I don't know..."
"Oh you will and I'll tell you why ... it'll get much worse for you if you
don't." She nodded to Chuck and Annie, the ropes were pulled again, and her
hips raised another few inches away from the earth and higher in the air.
Kara gasped, weakly shook her head back and forth and moaned, "No...please!"
The ropes were hoisted again and her hips raised another few inches leaving only
her shoulders and head on the ground. She felt a crop contact her left buttock
and another slap against her right ass cheek. She looked up and saw Rikki, crop
in hand carefully aiming at the inviting target her inner thighs and buttocks
provided.
Jessica leaned down and said, "These are little love taps compared to what we
could do, slave. They'll keep up for a few minutes. When they stop you'll pee
again, just as you are, or we'll flail the daylights out of you!"
Kara broke into tears again protested, "but if I do, I'll pee all over
myself..."
"That's the general idea, slave girl. It happened to me awhile back. I don't
think you're any better than I."
The swats against her defenseless buttocks and thighs continued.
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