NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE By: Charles E. Campbell CHAPTER 10
THE FINAL PREPARATIONS
Monday morning of the last week dawned sunny, hot, and humid. During breakfast, Mistress Ilsa announced; "This is the day we begin the final preparations for the event. Today, we will start it all by having Nicole dig the hole that will support your cross, Lady Whore. Isn't it exciting?"
"Oh yes, Mistress," Lady Whore exclaimed, I have been waiting for this week ever since I first met You. I can't wait to start setting everything in motion that will end with my gift to You!"
"Nicole, after you finish clearing the table, take this list and go out to the shed and get all of the items on the list. I believe there is a wagon out there somewhere. You can put everything in the wagon and then bring it around to the front of the house."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole replied, as she began clearing away the breakfast dishes.
The tool shed was dark and quite thick with dust and spider webs. After she rummaged around for a while, Nicole found the items Mistress had on Her list: two chairs, a beach umbrella, a shovel, pick-axe, and a post hole digger. She placed everything in the wagon and pulled the old wooden wagon out of the shed. The wagon looked like a small version of an old western buckboard, not a typical garden wagon. It had a bench seat in the front and a flat area in the back where she had placed all of the things. There was a pair of long wooden poles that were connected to the front axle, and the axle was on a swivel, so it would pivot to make turning easier when you pulled it. She brought the wagon to the front of the house and found Mistress and Lady Whore waiting for her on the porch. "Ah, here she comes at last," Ilsa ridiculed, "I was beginning to think that you had managed to get yourself lost. Come up here and help Lady Whore to the wagon."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole said, as she let go of the wagon and walked over to the steps leading to the porch. She picked up a parasol and held it over Lady Whore's head, and taking Her hand, guided Her to the wagon.
Nicole helped Lady Whore get up onto the wagon seat and turning around, saw the reins, harness, bit and bridle that were held out to her from Mistress' hands. "These are for you, slut," Mistress said, "put them on so I can hitch you up to the wagon like a proper little pony girl."
"Of course, Mistress, Nicole answered, as she slipped the bit into her mouth and fastened the harness behind her head. When she had the bit, bridle and harness in place and secured, Ilsa stepped forward and presented her with a long black double glove, made of a lustrous suede, Ilsa slipped the glove up on Nicole's arms, which were behind her back, and cinched the shoulder straps as tightly as She could, until Nicole let out with a moan.
"There, now you look presentable. Maybe I should start you on a regimen of pony girl training and enter you in the meets this fall. Now, prance over here so I can put your reins on and fasten you to the wagon. Oh wait, I almost forgot something. Wait here, cunt!" Ilsa went back to the porch and returned with a butt plug that had long horse hair dangling from the end, and a particularly mean looking buggy whip.
"Bend over and present yourself to me, slut," She ordered.
Nicole bent at the waist and spread her legs as wide as she could, so that her ass would be as open as possible for Mistress. Ilsa spread her ass bud with the fingers of one hand, and buried the dry plug to the base with one hard stab. When Nicole stood up, the horse hair dangled down from her ass like it was her tail. Then Mistress hitched the young slave up to the wagon, clipping one set of reins to the bridle and bit, and the other to the ring in her nose. She climbed up into the wagon, and with a viscous snap of the whip, across Nicole's flanks, ordered, "Giddy-up!" Another snap of the whip across the shoulder blades was all it took to get Nicole pulling as hard as she could.
Nicole really strained to pull the wagon through the gravel driveway, as the wagon with it's occupants was very heavy. It was easier pulling it along the path in the woods, but when they reached the field, the whip sliced across Nicole's buttocks as Mistress commanded, "Faster slave, I don't want Lady Whore out in the sun any longer than is necessary." And to put some emphasis in Her words, She gave the tiring slave three quick lashed on her back, as Nicole pulled harder and broke into a jogging gait.
When they reached the site that Nicole had marked with the stones, Mistress gave a sharp pull on the reins that snapped Nicole's head back as She yelled, "Whoa!" Ilsa undid the tack from the panting slave girl and instructed her to set up the umbrella and chairs. Nicole spied a picnic basket and blanket in the front of the wagon. "Spread the blanket by Our chairs, pour Lady Whore and Me a glass of wine, and then you may proceed to dig the hole for the cross."
Nicole followed her orders and then picked up the shovel to begin the task at hand. It didn't take her long to find that using a shovel while bare-foot wasn't a good idea, so she developed a rhythm with the pick-axe, and post hole digger, and then the shovel to remove the earth. After about an hour of toiling in the relentless sun, Nicole had a hole that was a bit over three feet deep. Mistress called over to her, "That should be deep enough to support the cross, Nicole, now, pour us another glass of wine, and then load everything back into the wagon and put on your tack.
When they reached the house, Nicole was a mess. She was bathed in sweat, covered with dirt and badly sunburned. Her hair was a matted, soaked, knotted tangle that would require a lot of work. "My God, Nicole, you look disgusting," Mistress said, taking the long glove off the exhausted slave, "Lay down in the driveway so We can clean you off." Nicole laid in the driveway as ordered, and watched as the two women stood straddling her. When the each lifted their dresses, she knew what was coming. The two streams of hot urine splashed down on her from her face to her knees and was seemingly endless. When at last, they had both emptied their bladders, Nicole didn't wait for the order, but quickly sat up and licked the two Ladies clean.
On Tuesday morning, Lady Whore wasn't feeling well. The pain was more intense and almost without pause. Mistress assigned a number of tasks to Nicole in preparation for Friday. She made numerous trips out to the field with the wagon, ferrying all sorts of things: tables, lawn chairs, throw rugs, and a tent. She also used a sickle to clear the tall grass around the excavation and also in the place where the tent and chairs were set up, so the guests wouldn't have to deal with the tall grass..
Wednesday morning found Lady Whore feeling somewhat better, so the three women got into the big black Chevy Suburban that was in the garage, and headed for a local salvage yard. They were shopping for the cross for Lady Whore.
The teenager who came to help them in the salvage yard couldn't take his eyes away from Nicole, who was only wearing her knee high black leather boots and cape. Mistress had, at least. Allowed her the use of her hands, so she was able to keep the cape from completely exposing her nakedness. "I'm building a retaining wall," Mistress interrupted the boy's gaze, "and I want it to look weathered. Do you have any discarded railroad ties?"
"Yeah," the boy mumbled, "I'll show you were we keep 'em"
In the back corner of the yard was a pile of old ties that were haphazardly dumped in a heap. "Do they come in different lengths." Mistress inquired?
"Nah, they're all the same, cuz they used 'em on the train tracks."
"Well, I need one that is ten feet long and one that is about five feet?"
"The five footer is no sweat, cuz that's about what they are anyway, an you could probably put two of 'em together if ya wanted. Maybe if ya got a coupla steel plates drilled, you could bolt the plates to the sides of the ties. That oughta hold 'em pretty good."
"Fine, " Mistress said, "Give Me three ties. But I want the oldest most damaged looking ones you have, like that one over there with the big splinters sticking out of it. And can you get Me some kind of steep plates like you described?"
"Yeah, we got somethin' that'll work for ya. I could pre-drill 'em for ya, if ya want. Then all ya gotta do is bolt 'em together with like lag bolts>"
"That would be fine, thank you," Mistress said, "But I want three plates."
When the boy was finished getting the three ties, the plates, drilling the plates, and getting the lag bolts, then loading them in the Suburban, Mistress asked, "Do you have any heavy spikes?"
"Sure, we got all the old railroad spikes they used ta use on the ties."
They should be fine, please get Me three of them.
When the teen got spikes, Mistress announced, I'm going into the office to settle the bill, Nicole, tip this young man for being so helpful."
"Yes Mistress," Nicole said. She lead the boy back behind a small building, and dropping to her knees, looked up into his eyes as she unzipped his jeans and took his cock into her mouth. In seconds he was rock hard and drove his cock into her mouth, filling her mouth with his cum in under a minute. Nicole thanked him for his help as she zipped his pants back up. Mistress came out of the office as the grinning teen walked by her.
When they reached the house, Mistress ordered Nicole to get the wagon again from the shed, and to bring a wrench back with her.
When Nicole returned with the wagon, Mistress ordered, "Help me lift the ties out of the car, Nicole." Nicole was amazed at the weight of the ties, and had to really pull to slide them, one at a time, from the back of the car. The two women wrestled the ties until they had two of them straight. "Get two of the plates and the bolts, Nicole, then I'll hold the plates while you bolt the ties together into an upright."
Once they had completed the job, they stood back and admired the ten foot upright they had made. "What's the third plate for, Mistress?"
"The cross we're going to use is called a Roman Tau cross, named after the letter Tau, which it resembles. The cross beam, or patebellum, as it was called, will be supported by the it's weight on the upright, so that it's weight and Lady Whore's weight will rest on the upright. The third steel plate will be bolted to the back to prevent it from slipping off.
"Now let's try and drag the upright into the back of the wagon, so you can take it out to the field."