NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE By: Charles E. Campbell Chapter 12
When Nicole reached the dining room, she was surprised to find it empty. She gasped out loud when she looked down at the floor where whore had fallen after Mistress Ilsa had kicked her. Many large drops of fresh blood were splattered on the floor. Nicole went searching for whore and the guests throughout the house, until she heard sounds coming from the patio. There, she found whore hanging by her wrists and ankles, and being fucked in the ass by one of the guests, while she was sucking the cock of someone's Doberman Pincher. One of the female guests was laughing loudly at the spectacle. Suddenly, the man stopped ravaging whore's ass, and pushing the dog away, said, "Clean your shit from My cock, whore. Somebody see if you can get the dog to fuck her!"
Nicole's heart skipped a beat when she realized that it was her Master, Sir Campbell, who was forcing whore to gag as He drove His cock into the back of her throat. His slave was the woman who had been laughing, and now she was attempting to get the dog to mount whore. Nicole turned, and was about to leave, when Sir Campbell called out to her, "Nicole, come over here and hold this bitch still. She's swinging too wildly in the harness, and I want to drive deeper into her mouth."
"Yes, Sir Campbell," Nicole heard herself answer. She came forward and held whore still. When she looked down at whore's face, she was shocked to see that bruises covered her cheeks, as she had obviously been slapped and punched many times. Tears streamed from whore's eyes as she gagged and fought against the reflex to retch, as Sir Campbell's cock pounded into the back of her throat. Suddenly, with a loud moan, He pulled out and shot his load on whore's beaten face.
"Clean her off, Nicole. I want those bruises to be more visible "Yes, Sir Campbell," Nicole replied, as she knelt down and began to lick the cum from whore's battered face. The two slave's eyes met for a moment, and they both were comforted by it.
"Well, I've had enough for a while. Who's next, " Sir Campbell called out. It was at that moment that Nicole noticed that quite a few of the guests were on the patio watching the show. A stunningly tall dominatrix in black satin came up and gave whore a hard kick in the side with her stiletto-toed boot. She quickly followed that with a back handed slap to whore's face that split her lip, as the silver rings of Her hand ripped into the slave's mouth. Nicole felt tears well up in her eyes, and so she quietly padded off the patio and retreated to Mistress Ilsa's bedroom.
"Is that you, Nicole," Ilsa called out as the bedroom door closed?
"Yes, Mistress," came the reply, may I be of service to You?"
"Come in here and dry Me off. Did you see whore as I asked?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then tell Me what you saw. Nicole recounted the events she had witnessed, but was unable to stem her tears. "You still don't understand that this is what whore wants, Nicole. She needs to do this as much for herself as she does for Me. Now, come to bed with Me. Tomorrow will be a busy day." The two women were sound asleep after only twenty minutes of Nicole pleasuring her Mistress.
It was Ilsa who woke Nicole the next morning, and said, "Let's join the guests for breakfast, and then we'll see what whore is up to."
The guests were already seated at the table in the dining room when Ilsa and Nicole entered. "Sit next to Me, Nicole," Ilsa ordered.
"Thank You, Mistress," Nicole answered, as they took two seats at the head of the table. Fruit, muffins, juices, tea and coffee was the fare, and the guests were all discussing the times they had with whore all night. Nicole could tell that her friend had not had an easy night, nor had she gotten any rest, until maybe an hour or so ago.
"Where is whore now," Mistress asked in general?
A master Nicole didn't know answered, "I left her chained to the fence near the pool, Ilsa. I think I was the last one with her. I must commend You, by the way, for Your training of her. She really made You proud last night."
"Why thank You, Master Wilhelm. I am pleased that You are having a good time.
"Everyone....., it is about 8:30 now. I would like us all to meet on the patio at 11:00, so we may begin the final rituals before the actual crucifixion. I want her to be nailed to the cross at noon, and I think the flogging and processional to the place of her execution should take about an hour. Nicole, come with Me. I will see you all at 11:00," Ilsa announced, and taking Nicole by the collar, led her to the patio.
When they reached the patio, Nicole was not prepared for what she saw. whore was curled up in a fetal position. Angry black and blue bruises covered her body from her legs to her face. One eye was swollen completely shut, and the other was only slightly better. Dried blood from her nose and mouth caked on her face, as well as her pussy, where her rings had been ripped out. Nicole wasn't sure if she was sleeping, until Ilsa knelt next to her and gave one of her nipples a violent pinch. The pain coursed through her as she jerked her body in response. "I see you are awake, whore. Nicole, go and get her something to eat and drink. I will stay here with her.
When Nicole returned, she found whore keeling at Mistress' feet as she lapped at the proffered pussy. Nicole could see blood and cum seeping from the slave's cunt and ass. "put the food and water on the ground next to whore, Nicole, then come help Me get dressed for the event." Before turning to leave, Ilsa spat in whore's face.
whore managed the obligatory, "Thank You, Mistress," as she licked the spit from her face.
Mistress and Nicole spent the next few hours getting ready. Nicole bathed and perfumed her Mistress and helped Her dress in a beautiful white cotton dress and sandals. When Ilsa was ready, She told Nicole to bathe and freshen up. At exactly 11:00, they left the bedroom for the patio.
When the reached the patio, they found a couple of the guests amusing themselves with whore, who was on all fours, being taken in the ass by one man, while she licked the ass of the dog. Ilsa said nothing, but waited until they were through. "whore," She commanded, "Kneel before Me!"
With a groan, whore pushed her beaten body and crawled over in front of where her Mistress sat. Straining, she got up on her knees.
"whore, you are an unworthy slut slave. You are nothing more than a stinking gutter for sperm. Filth is all you are. Therefore, I hereby sentence you to be purified by scourging, and then, nailed to a cross to die. Do you have anything to say?"
whore trembled a bit as she collected her thoughts, and then said, "I am Your's Mistress. Please whip me and crucify me if it please You."
"So be it!, "Ilsa answered. "Master Wilhelm and Sir Campbell, would you please bind this cunt for her scourging?"
"Certainly, Mistress Ilsa," came their answer. The two Masters yanked Nicole to her feet, and with pieces of coarse rope, they bound her wrists to a pair of poles, streching them apart.
"Nicole, get the scourge and bring it to Me."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole answered, and she went over to a sideboard and returned with the wicked tool.
The scourge was a short handled whip with about ten leather strips like a flogger. But, there were pieces of bone tied to the ends of the strips that were there to draw blood with each bite of the lash. In ancient Rome, all crucifixions were proceeded by a scourging, as it removed any and all resistance from the victim.
When whore was bound securely, Ilsa stood and said, "Seven of you have indicated a willingness to carry out this part of the ritual. You are to deliver five lashes each to the slave's back, giving her a total of thirty-five lashes. Mistress Vanessa, You have the honor of being first."
"Thank You, Ilsa," Vanessa said, as She rose from Her seat and took the evil lash from Ilsa.
Walking slowly around the helpless slave, She toyed with the whip, making sure whore was able to see the pieces of bone that would soon be ripping her apart. When She was satisfied that whore fully understood what was going to happen, Vanessa positioned Herself behind Her victim and said, "It won't be necessary for you to count the blows, slave. I am quite sure that your screams will attest to the number you receive.," And at that, she raised the scourge and brought it down hard across whore's back, ripping through the skin and bringing a horrifying scream from whore. Without waiting, She brought four more slashes across her back in rapid succession, each one slightly lower than the last, so that there were many parallel tears bleeding from the shoulders to the hips.
whore was screaming at the top of her lungs and pulling at her bindings with all of her strength. Blood was flowing from most of the cuts, as Ilsa anno8nced, "Master Wilhem, I believe You are next."
And so it continued, until all seven Masters and Mistresses had their turns with the scourge. By the last two sets of five lashes, whore had passed out, and had to be revived. Her back was an open mass of bloody flesh, he shoulders were ripped open and the backs of her thighs were torn apart. whore hung, suspended in her bondage by her arms, too weak to cry, let alone scream, shaking, and almost numbed to the pain.
Not a sound was heard, as the guests stared in awe at the spectacle they had witnessed. Blood was everywhere, dripping off the near lifeless body, or sprayed by the swinging of the whip. After what seemed an eternity, Mistress Ilsa stood, and commanded, "Cut this worthless slave down, it is time."
Sir Campbell and another Master Nicole didn't recognize, stepped forward, and with two quick flicks of their pocket knives, whore crumbled unceremoniously to the ground, unconscious. "Revive her, please," Ilsa ordered, and all of the Masters encircled her and began urinating on her, until the burning awoke a new set of nerves to send a shot of pain up to her brain. "Take her outside," Ilsa again ordered, and Sir Campbell and Master Wilhelm grabbed whore under her arms and dragged her out into the hot summer sun.
The guests all gathered on the shaded porch and watched as the two men lifted the massive patebellum and placed it across whore's bleeding shoulders. she almost collapsed from the weight, but somehow found the hidden strength to lock her knees and find her balance. Heavy chains were used to tie the crossbeam to her outstretched arms. A viscious slash from a switch of cane got the condemned slave walking the path to her final destiny, as the guests hurled rotting fruits and insults as she passed.
By the time they had reached the edge of the field, whore passed out again. It was apparent that she hadn't an ounce of strength left in her, so Ilsa ordered Nicole to bear the cross for her. Nicole buckled under the weight of the patebellum as it was chained to her arms. She couldn't imagine how whore could have lasted this far after all she had endured. A nasty bite from the cane brought Nicole back to the present and sent her up the hill through the tall grass to the site they had chosen. Sir Campbell and Master Wilhelm once again took to dragging the slave by the arms.
When the reached the site, whore was dumped on the ground, and then guests headed for the shaded tent and the cool drinks that awaited them. Nicole stood in the unforgiving sun, sweating heavily from her labored walk with the cross, awaiting her orders. After a second round of drinks was served, the guests took their seats to watch the last act begin.
Mistress Ilsa stood and addressed Her guests. "Before We begin the final stage, I want to thank all of You for joining Me here for this event. I especially wish to thank those of You who participated and helped to make this such a memorable event. I hope it has been as exhillerating for You as it has been for Me. I have spent a lot of time decided who will be given the task of being the executioner, especially in light of the fact there they are certain elements of our society who might take a dim view of what We are about to do. All of You know Me well enough to know that everything I do has sound reasoning to it. Therefore, I have selected an executioner who will have to rise to the task because it would be the last thing they thought they could ever do. It would be something they couldn't dream of doing, and would only do it because they had to. Therefore, I have chosen Slave Nicole to nail whore to the cross and thereby cause her death!"
"Oh Mistress," Nicole pleaded when she heard the verdict, "Please don't make me do this to whore!"
Sir Campbell, who was standing nearby, slapped Nicole across the face twice and said, "You know better than to question your Mistress, cunt!. You've been trained better than that!"
Then, turning toward the tent, He added, "To all assembled today, I hereby renounce ownership of this slave. If any one of You wishes to have her, I will gladly sign her over to You!"
Nicole was in such a state of shock from the quick turn of events that she didn't see whore painfully push herself to her knees, but all the guests saw. "Mistress Ilsa," whore softly spoke, "You know I have never asked anything of You, except to be allowed to serve You as You saw fit. I now must ask something of You as I go to my death for You. Please, I beg You, take slave Nicole as Your property. I know that with Your guidance she can become a slave You will be proud to call Your own. She will prove it to You when she picks up the hammer and nails me to the tree to die. Please Mistress, is this too much to ask?"
A hush fell as Ilsa weighed the turn of events. "So be it, whore. If Nicole follows My directions to the letter, I will take ownership of her from Sir Campbell, I will give her the name 'slut' from this day on."
"Thank You, Mistress," whore said.
"Fine," Sir Campbell exclaimed. "She is Yours, Ilsa. I will sign her papers over to You when We get back to Your house."
"Alright then," Ilsa proclaimed, "it is settled, let the crucifixion begin. Sir Campbell and Master Woilhelm removed the chains that held the crossbar to Nicole's shoulders and laid it on the ground. They grabbed whore and pushed her down on the cross, streching her arms taut across the beam. Another Master approached with a basket containing the hammer and spikes and offered it to Nicole. Taking the hammer and one of the rusr=ty spikes in her hand, Nicole knelt down by whore's right srm. Bending over whore, she kissed her gehtly on the lips and sais, "Please whore, forgive me."
whore managed a weak smile and whispred, "I understand, slu, please do this quickly, I don't know how much more I can take. And please, stay with me til the end."
Ncioe kissed her again as the tears cascaded from her eyes, and she said, I will wait at you feet til it's over, I promise." And the, kissing her one last time, she picked up the hammer and spike.
Nicole pressed the tip of the spike into the hollow indentation of whore's right wrist, and, raising the hammer, drove the spike through the wrist and into thebeam. A terrifying scream covered the field. It took Nicole four more blows to secure the spike to the beam. She repeated the task with the left wrist, but whore was unconscious and didn't respond to the pain. Sir Campbell and Master Wilhem picked up the patebellum with whore's limp body, and placed it so they could bolt it to the upright ties. When the cross was assembled, Ilsa ordered, "Bring her to. I want her to feel the nail going through her feet."
And so, Sir Campbell held an ammonia soaked handerchief under whore's nose until, coughing, she returned to her world of pain. The the two Masters held whore's feet, one on top of the other, as Nicole positioned the spike so it would go through the top of each foot, nailing them together and pinning whore to her cross. As she drove the spike through whore's feet, shattering the delicate bones, whore again shrieked out in pain, and blacked out. Master Wilhem had to take the hammer from Nicole and finish driving the spike into the beam, as Nicole didn't posses the strength needed to imbed it securely. The two men then lifted the cross, and dropped it harshly into the hole that Nicole had dug earlier in the week.
Nicole sank to her knees at the foot of the cross as she looked up at the beaten and broken body hanging grotesquely from the cruel tree of death.