Forty-Four Hours, Part 5
Two time zones to the East of the drama that continued on the ridge, late
afternoon sunlight filtered through the oaks and bathed the outdoor cafe in
swatches of sunlight as Maya and Deborah sipped coffee. Maya had slumped down
in her chair and propped her booted feet up on the low white rail that separated
the tables from the passerby's on the sidewalk. She glanced up at the pristine
blue sky and exhaled another puff of her Marlboro into the air.
"How do you think she's doing?" quizzed Deborah?
"I don't know, you've known her longer, so how do you think she's doing?"
"But I don't know Sophia..."
"I do. She'll work the daylights out of her, which is why I urged her to go
there." She sipped again and took another drag off the cigarette. "Kara has to
understand something she hasn't realized. Being a slave to another person isn't
about bondage, or even being forced under physical duress. It's mental. In
your mind, you have to know what's expected of you. You have to be ready to
comply, in essence to serve." She exhaled again sending wisps smoke skyward.
"For far too long, Kara hasn't understood this. She didn't understand that when
she flew out, but I'll bet my last cigarette she'd know that when she returns
Sunday night. That is, if she returns Sunday night."
"If she returns? I don't understand", Deborah asked with puzzled looks.
"Sophia doesn't put up with any crap. If she thinks Kara hasn't learned, then
she might keep her there until she does. It's not past her. "
Chuck led the procession down the slope. Ronda led Kara by the leash attached
to her collar; for the descent, she was not blindfolded and the bindings were
removed from her hands. Jessica followed, observing every move of the slave.
The party fell into a looser formation when they reached level ground and
plodded through the dust within a half-mile of the ranch.
Kara's eyes took in the scene she had not been able to observe earlier when she
was blindfolded. She began to feel weaker as they came in sight of the ranch,
the barn and a few outbuildings. Trepidation grew as the buildings came closer.
The afternoon had been traumatic. She reflected on every scenario that for
nearly 24 hours she had encountered. Each had intensified its effect on her.
Now she looked back on the previous evening in the hotel as she knelt on the
carpet waiting for Mistress. At that time, it had seemed so humiliating; now,
by comparison, it was remembered as merely child's play. Every hour that had
passed since, each change of venue had challenged her psyche deeper until she
wasn't sure who she really was at this moment.
Physically she wasn't much better. Her wrists and ankles bore telltale rope
marks from the hours on the bluff; her nipples and breasts ached with every step
and bore faint reminders of the squeezing and constant attention. Her buttocks
and thighs simply hurt from multiple slapping with the crop and the diabolical
paddle.
Her appearance was ghastly. Her hair was matted with debris and dirt and hung
disheveled around her face. Her face bore dried residue and scent of Ronda's
exuberant orgasms. The remnants of her own orgasm faintly and embarrassingly
matted against her inner thighs. Also, she simply reeked from her own
perspiration and her own urine, which she finally succumbed to peeing on herself
to avoid being hung upside down. Anyone who saw her get off the plane last
night would surely not recognize her now by any stretch of the imagination. Her
body appeared to belong more to the earth than to herself.
Upon reaching the ranch, Annie and Jessica prodded her towards a large barn. At
the wide doors, the threesome paused and Kara drank ravenously from a bucket of
water pumped from the depths of the earth far beneath the prairie. She was
guided past three stalls occupied by creatures that snorted and pawed at their
straw covered floor. They, Kara noted were far better cared for than her. Upon
reaching a vacant stall, Annie attached the leash to a ring in the stall.
Kara sank against a thin straw filled cover. She was left that way alone,
dirty, sore and afraid. Sleep consumed her fatigued body. Images raced through
a realm that hovered between consciousness and sleep. A door was opened, she
went through the door, and then turned to leave, only to find the door locked.
She struggled with the door, yelled, called out to anyone to open the door.
Then the floor began to morph into something that resembled melted butter and
she was sinking, desperately clawing at the door, her lower extremities
dissolving into the butter.
Kara awakened from the dream and gasped for breath, her body heaving and bathed
in perspiration. She opened her eyes and realized once again where she was and
that day had faded into twilight. She had no idea how long she slept nor why
she had dreamed what she did. Her nostrils inhaled the aroma of food and she
realized that she was ravenously hungry. Footsteps approached through the barn
and she tensed and sat up, her back pressed against the wall of the stall.
Sophia entered the opening to the stall and peered down at her. She had changed
into a short black leather mini and vest under which she wore a white blouse.
Her riding boots had been supplanted by a pair of black form fitting heeled
boots that extended smoothly up nearly to her knees. She was resplendent and
formed the perfect dichotomy to the totally disheveled slave at her feet. The
fingers of her right hand delicately held her glass of white wine.
"Well, slave, you absolutely reek!
Kara nodded and said in a low voice, "yes Mistress." Her eyes fell to floor to
hide the tears that welled within her.
"They have some dust on them; clean them with your tongue. I shouldn't have to
tell you everything!"
Kara knelt forward, groveled at Sophia's boots, and used her tongue to lick the
dust off.
Sophia stood quietly, sipped her wine and watched as a smile of satisfaction
slowly swept over her lips and cheeks. "Stand up and turn around. I want to
have a look at you."
Kara stood to the extent her leash would permit and turned slowly, feeling
Sophia's gaze.
"Nice! They didn't mark you too badly except for a couple of deep welts on your
ass. And these? Who gave you these?" as her fingers traced the marks around
each globe.
Kara hung her face slightly and said, "Miss Ronda did, Mistress."
Sophia raised the glass to her lips and sipped then spoke, "I'm sure I'll hear
all about it from Ronda. She's an impetuous little darling and one of my better
finds and will make an excellent domme' someday with proper training which, of
course, I will provide. Right now though, she can get a bit carried away. If
you were here with me fulltime, I'd probably give you to her more frequently. I
thought you might find her particularly humiliating. She is only 19; did you
know?
"No Mistress, I did not."
"Do you wish to tell me how it feels for someone your age to be provided as an
object for someone half your age? Some have deep fantasies about such a scene,
others find it terribly degrading. Of course, I can always rely on the pictures
Jessica took, but I'd like to hear your thoughts."
Kara responded that she had been completely humiliated. Yet, she wanted to say
more, to almost confess how she had been at a breaking point twice during the
afternoon. Even now, she wasn't sure she could continue.
"Well, Slut, all this is a prelude to the evening. In fact it will provide a
good beginning to what I have in store for you tonight."
The shudder that went through Kara's body was visible to Sophia and she
continued, "Here's the menu for tonight ... in short, I'm hosting a public
exhibit, but not quite the kind I host at the museum. Namely ... the exhibit
tonight is ... you!"
Kara's breathing stopped momentarily, her mind froze, not wanting to comprehend
what Sophia was saying. Quivering consumed her and she turned her face up at
Sophia as if her own ears were betraying what they just heard.
"Oh yes, slave! You are going to be exhibited all right ... I always find it
amusing to take what people do in private and bring those things out into the
open a little. I tend to think of it as a character building experience and one
that tests the resolve of submission. First, you're going to be given a bath
and cleaned up from this pigsty condition you're in right now. That always
seems to be amusing." Sophia let her words trail off into silence then
continued, "after that you're going to be exhibited in public and humiliated
some more ... and if you are good and please me, I'll allow you an orgasm, in
front of my friends, of course.
The words tore through Kara like pages being ripped from a book. Her lower lip
and chin began their uncontrollable quivering.
Sophia continued, "I've invited some of my friends most of whom are in the
scene. A select few, though, are not and they've paid me handsomely to watch
you. Now, if you please me, you might make your plane tomorrow. If you don't
please me ... then, well, slave,' she paused, "... I don't when you'll go
home."
The shudder that slashed through her body only brought Sophia's face closer.
Words of pleading formed in her mouth though none were able to escape her
trembling lips.
"And just so you know, I've exchanged emails with Maya and sent her a few of the
pictures Jessica took up on the ridge this afternoon. She's in full agreement
with me. She doesn't want you back if you can't be trained to perform."
Kara's gasped, her face turned ashen and her she fought to control the
quivering, "But I'm expected back ... my husband ... "
"Fuck him! He's your problem, not mine! Annie and Rikki will be here in a
moment to begin your preparation. I suggest you don't give them any trouble.
I'll be in the audience watching." She turned her back to Kara and stepped to
the entryway to the stall, then stopped and turned back. "Oh, and one more
thing, everything we do to you tonight will be documented with a digital camera
and a video. If you behave, I'll mail them all to Maya and that'll be the end
of it. If you don't, they'll make dynamite web fodder for anybody with a credit
card and an interest. Got me, stinkpot?"
With that she walked away and left Kara in tears.
Annie and Rikki found a sobbing form huddled in the corner of the stall. Kara
looked up, surprised to see both of them attired in bikinis. She tried to mould
her body deeper into the corner of the stall as she saw the wrist manacles Rikki
held in her right hand. Annie reached down and turned Kara's face toward her.
She spoke softly "listen to me, slave, you need to get it together. What you're
going to experience tonight is unavoidable; it's already been planned. If you
go out there crying, it'll be a mark against you. You've endured it this far
..." She pulled the slave up to her feet and Rikki quickly brought Kara's arms
to the front of her body and placed the manacles over each of the slaves wrists
snapping them in place rendering her hands cuffed in front of her body. Then
Annie untied the leash from its hook and drug the woman to her feet. The duo
led the whimpering, stumbling slave out of the barn and into the night air in
the direction of a platform about 100 feet away, positioned between the barn and
the main house.
Kara gasped as she saw the platform, roughly ten feet by ten feet, bathed by the
light of four spotlights. To her right and in front of the platform a group of
people sat in folding chairs, eating, drinking and laughing among themselves.
Then the crowd caught sight of the threesome approaching and cheered. Kara
tugged back on the leash and stumbled, falling in the dirt. Catcalls rang out
as she was scooped up by Annie and placed back on her feet again and pushed
forward. Kara intuitively drew her wrists together to cover her sex and let her
upper arms shield her breasts in a desperate effort to cover herself. Rikki and
Annie laughed at the feeble attempt and tugged her forward. Kara tried
desperately to retreat but she was no match for the force that Rikki and Annie
exerted as she was pulled closer to the crowd and the platform. The slave tried
not to look but her eyes couldn't help but focus on the gathering of about 30
people, nor could her distraught eyes' miss the statuesque Sophia standing
behind the seated crowd. Beside her, Chuck stood with the camera aimed at the
slave recording her actions. She struggled against the prodding's of Annie and
Rikki but was pulled slowly and unrelentingly up three steps into the
illuminated area of the platform.
The lights glared through the night and completely flooded the platform. At the
back of the platform stood a single post slightly higher than her 5' 7" height.
Ronda waited beside the post, hose in hand. Beside the post were a bucket, two
sponges and a small stool. And then the full impact of Sophia's words hit her
like small cannons aimed at what dignity she had remaining ... public bathing.
She screamed!
Annie pushed Kara's back against the post, mounted the stool, and attempted to
hook the short chain between her wrist manacles to a hook embedded at the top of
the post. Kara struggled trying to avoid the inevitable. Her struggles
delighted the audience and jeers and taunts flooded her ears. Rikki stepped
into help and the two wrestled briefly with Kara finally hooking her wrists over
the hook, leaving her elbows now even with her eyes. Kara turned frantically
toward the post in a futile struggle to free herself but she couldn't reach the
hook. Her tugging and struggle brought more jeers and hooting from the crowd.
Rikki spun Kara back toward the crowd and Ronda opened the nozzle full force
catching the shrieking slave in her stomach. Diabolically, Ronda then aimed the
spray at Kara's sensitive breasts and sex for a few moments as if they were
little targets, then the spray moved over her body. Kara tried to turn away
again but the short chain didn't permit enough length to go more than a foot or
two in any direction. Annie and Rikki picked up the sponges dipped them into
the bucket of soap and began to lather her hair, face, and torso then probing
between her legs, down her legs and to her feet.
Most of the crowd had gotten out of their chairs and moved closer for a better
view, surrounding the stage on three sides. Kara had no place to hide, no
refuge from the spray or the laughter.
A man standing next to the platform captured the action, the flash from his
camera firing as he squeezed off several shots. Startled, Kara turned toward
the flash and saw a large denim clad man grabbed the camera, smashed it beneath
his booted feet and crudely ushered the overzealous watcher out.
By now Annie was working the suds into the slave's sex, turned her, parted her
cheeks and soaped her anal crevice. Kara now resembled one giant glob of suds,
which hid her tears; the laughter and whistling from the crowd muffled her
protestations. Ronda aimed the nozzle again and began spraying working the
stream across her hair and face, and then rinsing down her body to her feet.
When Kara was rinsed, Annie turned Kara toward the crowd, and kicked her feet
apart and ordered her to hold still and remain spread.
Kara's mind reeled, unbelieving how diabolically orchestrated things were
happening as shaving foam was applied to her sex and the crowed roared approval.
Annie picked up the razor, and thought the shaving was more symbolic since Kara
had carefully taken care of that detail Friday morning before she left home, the
mental debasement was all the same to the slave.
At that point, Ronda came forward with a towel and wiped the slaves body down,
then picked up a blow dryer and plugged it into an extension cord beside the
platform and began drying the slave's hair. The crowd quieted momentarily;
however, laughter erupted again when Annie picked up the make up bag and began
applying a generous coating of blusher, eyeliner and lipstick.
Rikki mounted the small stool, took the key from a hook on the post, and freed
the freshly scrubbed slaves wrists fr4om the manacles. She grabbed her elbows,
held her arms behind her back, and pushed the slave forward. Annie picked up
the soaked leash and led her to the edge of the platform nearest the gathering.
For a finale' Ronda came forward with the tube of lipstick and coated the
aureole surrounding Kara's nipples. She then knelt and with the end of the
lipstick, scrawled the word "Sophia's Slave" above Kara's freshly shaved sex. A
roar went up from the crowd again.
From the edge of the crowd, and standing near the back, Jessica yelled," Her
hose! Her heels!" and waved a small bag. Annie jumped of the platform, ran to
Jessica, retrieved the bag, and returned to the platform. She began working the
thigh high hose up each leg, smoothing them up toward the tops of her thighs.
Kara gingerly wiggled her feet into the 3-inch open toed slings, which were
buckled around her ankles.
Sophia was definitely pleased. She stood and quieted the crowd, which by now
was delirious with lust and laughter, and shouted, "My friends, gather up your
drinks, what food you want and move into the house. In a few minutes you'll see
her next in the great room for her public display!"
The crowd moved in a haphazardly fashion toward the ranch house. Annie held
Kara's leash and kept her at the edge of the platform in full view. A few of
the guests detoured by the front of the platform to get what amounted to them as
a private view of the slave who had aroused certain lust in their alcohol fueled
groins. Kara felt absolutely humiliated as one older man stopped in front of
her, his eyes even with her sex and commented that he'd pay good money just to
see that again. He reached to stroke Kara's thigh but a towering denim clad
figure, the same one who had grabbed the camera, clasped his own hand around the
overzealous onlookers forearm. "No one touches the mistress's property without
her permission." He pointed in the direction of the ranch house.
Kara heard the voice and froze. It was the same one she'd heard back in the
hotel room before she was rolled in the rug.
Annie waited until no one else lingered then led Kara toward the front porch
where Sophia and Jessica waited. Without being told, Kara knelt and kissed
mistress's boots. The smile washed over Sophia's face. "Well, slave, so far
you're right on track. There are still a million ways for you to screw up. Put
this on."
Jessica handed Kara the black cocktail dress she was instructed to bring.
Almost astonished that she was allowed clothing, Kara spoke a brief thank you
and slipped it up her body and zippered the back. She immediately noticed that
the dress had been altered. The hem that previously fell just above her knees
had now been shortened to her upper thighs allowing the tops of the thigh high
hose to be visible. Nevertheless she was grateful for what she had. Sophia
looked at the spaghetti strap; v-neckline garment and nodded approval then
snapped a new leash into the d-ring of her collar. She led her prize toward the
house.
