Chapter 4 - Realisation
Over the next week we spent almost all of our time engaged in sexual activity,
making up for lost time, sow insisted. It was clear that our wanton natures had
in no way been diminished by our enforced abstinence. Indeed, our lustful
cravings were, if anything, even more acute now than they had ever been before.
For my part, I struggled with how I was going to broach the subject of my newly
discovered masochistic mania to sow, and worried constantly at how she might
react to it.
Little did I know that sow had been thinking the same thing. She wanted me to
become her Master as much as I wanted to become her slave. We were caught in an
impasse. We both realised that we were hopelessly masochistic, and both longed
to suffer at the hands of dominants. What were we to do. We had pored over the
heap of S&M culture magazines that my friend had sent, but could find no
opportunities for our desires in them. In fact my banishment was still clearly
news in many of the contact mags. My picture was published with a unmistakable
warning that my needs were never to be catered for by any dominant, female or
male. Sow's picture was not published. Clearly she was not considered important
due to the conditions associated with her sale.
A couple of weeks after we had arrived I was called up by the shopkeeper who
informed me that he was holding another large package for me, and did I want him
to deliver it. I thanked him for his offer, but said that I needed to come down
for more supplies anyhow, and I would pick it up then. Sow pleaded to come with
me but I refused her requests, patiently explaining that we still needed to
exercise care as our enemies would, no doubt, be still looking for us.
I set off down to the village with hope in my heart. I knew that the package
awaiting me contained a new supply of magazines, and hoped that we may discover
something in at least one of them that we could explore. I was also a little
apprehensive because I knew that the culture would have been made aware of sow's
escape by now, and was anxious to find out what the reaction to that knowledge
was to be. I had soon packed up the car with a load of groceries, fresh
vegetables, fruit, and meat, not to mention a good supply of beer and rum, and
ample quantities of coke.
The package was huge, and must have contained hundreds of magazines. The store
keeper displayed his natural curiosity, but I fobbed him off with stories of
books I required for my research. Soon I was on my way back into the mountains,
a heap of the latest news papers on the seat beside me. I had not been able to
contain my own curiosity, and had perused these prior to beginning the return
trip. Certainly the initial sensationalism of sow's apparent abduction had died
down, but there was still a standing offer of a substantial reward for
information leading to her safe return. Thankfully, in the papers at least, I
had not yet been connected to the supposed kidnapping.
Sow was waiting anxiously for me when I returned. We unloaded the car quickly,
both impatient to get into the package. As soon as everything had been stowed,
and we had eaten a good meal, we settled down to explore our prize. As I had
contemplated the package contain innumerable magazines devoted to the S&M and
B&D culture. Contact mags made up most of these, along with news letters and the
like.
It took us a couple of days to go through them all, frequently broken by our
need to satisfy our lusts, heightened, no doubt, by the highly erotic content of
the publications. We soon discovered that sow was now also on the banned list
for all dominants, as I had been all along. This did not seem to trouble sow,
but what did trouble both of us was the fact that I had now been positively
linked to sow's abduction. Whether this was supposition on the part of the
editors, or whether they had any real proof of my involvement was not clear. But
it did make our futures a lot more clouded. Not only did we have the law looking
for us, but also all adherents to the culture would now be on the lookout. We
would have to be extra careful when we finally left our hide away.
While going through one of the better quality news magazines something caught my
eye, and alerted me to the fact that I was sure that I had something seen
similar before, in the same publication. It was a notice, by a Mistress,
alerting readers to the fact that a slave of hers had seemed to disappear while
on vacation in the principality of Natchez. I explained to sow what I suspected,
and we went through all of the books, extracting all the issues of this
particular news letter. When we had collected them all I found we had all issues
for the past three years.
We began to go though the publications starting from the earliest. By the time
we had finished we had found twelve apparent disappearances, all in the
principality. All disappearances involved submissives only. Most were single
people but two were pairs. A Mistress complaining that her pair of lesbian sluts
had not returned from a holiday in Natchez, and a Master alerting anyone who
noticed to the fact that his twin male slaves had disappeared while all three
were holidaying in Natchez.
The later occurrences were accompanied by warnings to members of the culture
about going to Natchez. Realisation that it was a dangerous place finally
hitting home. Natchez was a popular destination for members of the culture
because its ruler was known to be a sadist, and the laws of the tiny
principality did not discriminate against this type of sexual leaning. Indeed,
it was positively encouraged in visitors to the realm. I had never been there
myself, surmising that Mistress Lotta would have certainly covered that
particular base on my banishment.
We poured over the heap of news letters, including all the other similar ones we
had, looking for evidence of any of the apparent abductees turning up again.
There was no such occurrence. This did not mean, of course, that none had,
although I was sure that had it have happened it would have certainly been
recorded in at least one of the publications. In addition, of course, it was
entirely feasible that the disappearees had merely decided to change their life
styles. But this we both agreed was unlikely in so many cases over that
relatively short period. It looked as though someone, or some organisation, was
using Natchez to stock a stable of human slaves.
It could, of course, be the prince who was doing this, but this was unlikely as
he would have found it difficult to hide such an activity for so long. No it was
more likely to be some one from a place like Africa, or the middle east where
slavery was still generally practised. And since Natchez catered to the sexual
nature of slavery, it was almost certain that the slaves abducted were taken for
their sexual submission.
We had soon decided that Natchez was clearly worthy of our scrutiny, especially
as a couple of pairs we knew about had been taken there, and we had vowed that
we would be separated again. I decided to make a trip to the principality to
reconnoitre the place. Sow pleaded to be allowed to come with me but I
steadfastly refused, explaining that the risks of discovery, not of abduction by
whoever was doing so in Natchez, by our former owners were too high. And it
would be unbearable if our hopes for the future were to be dashed by our former
owners, even before we had the chance to offer ourselves as willing abductees.
Over the next two weeks I grew my beard, and we dyed my hair to disguise my
appearance as much as possible. Sow continued to plead with me to let her come,
but held firm to my assessment of the risk, explaining to her on one occasion
while cupping her enormous breasts in my hands, that, while I could quite
successfully alter my appearance we would never be able to hide her gorgeous
tits, and they would become our undoing.
Sow, petulant as ever, took out her frustration on me, tying me up and thrashing
my balls with a heavy leather strap we had found until I howled with anguish and
promised to fuck her non stop while flaying her tits, until she passed out,
before I left. The principality was only a day's drive away, and I planned to be
away for less than a week. This finally mollified sow, but did not stop her from
tormenting me mercilessly, right up to the day of my departure.
I impressed on my lovely slave girl that she had to exercise complete care while
I was away. She was not to take any kind of risk that might lead to someone
discovering her presence. She was not, under any circumstances, to answer the
phone if it rang. If any one was to approach the cabin sow was to slip out and
hide in the woods until they had gone. I explained to her that she had plenty of
titillating books to read to allay her boredom, and intimated that I had dreamed
up a little surprise I would give her before I left, which was a mistake because
she pestered me non stop from then on to reveal what it was.
True to my word on that day I laid sow's nude beauty out on the kitchen bench.
Tied a thin cord around the thick base of my erect cock, to prevent ejaculation,
and drove it, to the hilt, up her silky cunt sleave. While I pumped at her with
relentless persistence I flayed her vast tits savagely with the leather strap.
Within minutes sow was coming, and she continued to climax, over and over to the
heady mixture of pain and pleasure that I assailed her with.
After five hours of constant ravishment she finally slipped into
unconsciousness, her reddened tits rising and falling in time with her comatose
breathing. I extracted my horrifically aching cock from her now slack, drenched
pussy, untied the cord at its base and allowed it to spew its enormous flood of
warm creamy ball juice all over her abused tits. As soon as my prick had
softened I dressed in readiness to leave.
I went and retrieved a crude chastity belt I had fashioned, and locked it onto
sow's crotch. I drove the ten inch dildo I had purchased to ream out my own arse
when I had been trying to find a way to make my prick gush, all the way up sow's
slack cunt tube, locked it in place and turned it on. Sow moaned in her state of
unconsciousness when the sensations of the dildo began to affect her. I knew
that sow could free herself from the belt if she wanted to, but somehow I knew
she would not. Rather she would enjoy being subjected to continuous sexual
stimulation for hour after hour, day after day, until I returned.
I took my suitcase out to the car, put it into the boot, got in and drove off.
I stopped off at the village to fill up with gas. I visited the store and
informed the owner that I was visiting my publisher for a few days, and asked
him to intercept any calls I may have during that time. He commented on my new
appearance and I explained it away, saying that I wanted to surprise a certain
young lady I intended to visit on my trip, and didn't want her husband
recognising me. He entered into the spirit of the thing, although I think his
wife was a little shocked. I smiled, and winked at her as I left. It paid not to
arouse any suspicions with these country folk.
I bad the couple goodbye and commenced my journey. While I drove I wondered if
my darling sow had regained her senses, and if she had, how she was taking to
what I had done to her before I left. I began to plan out in my mind how I would
proceed when I arrived at Natchez. I decided to play the part of a private
investigator, looking for someone who had disappeared. This, I surmised would be
a credible cover for asking the types of questions I wanted answers to without
raising too much suspicion among the locals.
