NICOLE, JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 2
MISTRESS AND THE COUNTESS
"Courtney Havilland......COURTNEY HAVILLAND," Nicole muttered aloud, as she rode in the back seat of the sleek black Jaguar. The name stuck in her throat like a bitter pill, conjuring up long suppressed memories of her two and a half year association with the "Super Bitch" back in college. Courtney with the flaming red Mercedes 450SL. Courtney with the surfer blond hair cascading over her shoulders in a strapless gown at the Homecoming Ball. Courtney, president of the most prestigious sorority house on campus, Tri-Pi.
Nicole had been working her way through college with a loan string of loans and the work study program, slaving away on the food service line twenty-five hours per week. Clearing plates, busing tables, washing the floors, and all the while listening to the snide comments Courtney would make at a volume just loud enough to be audible. During Rush Week of her Junior year, Nicole had been asked to pledge Tri-Pi. Still too naive to see through the thinly veiled disguise of the offer, she had accepted the invitation. Eight weeks of pledging activities ensued: hazing doing cleaning chores at the stately sorority house, serving the needs of the sisters, all the while keeping up with her own studies and work load. .All of these things she endured, truly believing she would be accepted as a member when Hell week ended.
Then, on the final night of Hell week, it all came to a crashing end. Nicole was lead into a secret anteroom in the basement of the Tri-Pi house where they told her that she was to be prepared for her final test before becoming a sister. Blindfolded, stripped naked, and gagged with her own panties, her hands were bound behind her back and she was taken into then hidden ceremonial room and tied to an eight foot bondage cross in the center of the room. Her ankles, thighs, wrists, upper arms, waist and neck were firmly secured to the cross with leather straps.
After an eternity passed, her blindfold was torn off her face and floodlights flashed on from all sides of the room, bathing her in a fierce light. A figure in a long black hooded robe approached and knelt before her, and using a large hunting knife, proceeded to shave all of the hair from her pubis. When she was smooth and clean, the figure stood and pulled a large black dildo out of a pocket in the side of the robe, and slipping behind Nicole, buried it in her ass with one shocking jab. Nicole's muffled scream was the only sound in the room.
A different hooded figure appeared out of the darkened shadows leading the sorority's mascot, an enormous Irish Wolfhound, on a thick leash. The figure pointed the beast's face at the poor girl's crotch, and instantly a cold wet nose probed the orifice, followed quickly by it's lapping tongue.
"Look girls, I told you she was an animal," a voice broke the silence, "Look how Brutus takes to her." Laughter burst out all around the room.
"I think she's done this before," another voice added, "she really seems to like it a lot!"
"When Brutus has had enough, maybe she should service him with those pouty lips of hers." That voice was familiar to Nicole, for it belonged to Courtney Havilland.
Then all at once, the dog was pulled from her dripping cunt, but before she could gather her thoughts, it began. Slowly at first, and then faster and more continuous. The first used tampon struck Nicole on the cheek under her left eye, leaving a smear of blood as it fell to the floor. More tampons, soiled sanitary pads, and spent condoms followed, leaving their marks on her from her face to her feet.
"I always said she dresses like a rag, now she's gone and proved me right. She evens wears our old rags."
"This tramp is a bloody mess," Courtney again, but this time with in a mock Cockney accent. The assemblage laughing aloud at that one. "She really wants to be treated like a piece......of.........SHIT1" And with the word shit, Nicole was struck in the chest, between her breasts, with a handful of Brutus' excrement. The odor caused her to cough. More dog shit was flung at Nicole, striking her in the stomach, legs and face, while taunting jeers and shouts filled her ears.
When she finally realized it was over, she opened her eyes and saw that the floodlights had been shut off, and only a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling lit the room. That was when she saw the video camera ten feet in front of her, with the record light still on. A tape recording her humiliation for all time.
"Brittany and Alexis, untie this tramp and put her out of our house. How she ever thought that she could be our sister is an insult to the history of this sorority," Courtney said.
Nicole felt the straps loosening from her body, and then hands grabbed both of her arms and pushed her up the basement stairs and into the backyard of the house. Thankfully, it was dark outside, as she was not given back her clothes. She pulled the dildo out of her ass, removed her gag, and slipped into her saliva soaked panties. Slowly and cautiously she made her way back to her dorm, keeping to the back alleys and wooded paths to avoid detection, all the while on the watch to see if any Tri-Pi's was waiting in ambush for her.
When she finally reached her dorm room, still covered with the signs of her ordeal, she found a copy of the video tape and a note from Courtney explaining that if she ever tried to associate with any of the sisters again, the tape would be mailed to her parents, or possibly her husband after she married, or maybe even to a prospective employer when she went looking for a job.
Of course she dropped out of school that very night, pacing her bag and taking the 5:30AM Greyhound for the long and lonely nine hour bus ride home.
Courtney Havilland.......how could Master ever put her in a situation where she would be forced to confront that monster again? Of course she knew that the answer was simple. He wasn't aware of Nicole's past experiences with Courtney, but even if she were to tell Him what had happened to her those twelve years before, she knew that He would do nothing to alter the path she now had to take.
Master had summoned her, as was his way, to His plush corporate office last Tuesday. True to His time honored ritual, after entering His office, she removed all of her clothing, put on her slave collar, and knelt before his desk, with her head bowed, knees spread, and her arms folded behind her back. He spoke to her of an old friend of His, Mistress Ilsa, a well known participant in the S & M scene. He told her that He owed Mistress a favor, and that She now wanted to collect on it by borrowing Nicole's services for an afternoon. Acknowledging His indebtedness to Mistress, Master readily agreed to lending Nicole to Her whenever she would be required. This is what had sent Nicole to her appointment with Mistress Ilsa last Friday morning.
Nicole had been on time for her meeting with Mistress at the townhouse address that Master had provided. He told her that, like Himself, Mistress was also a devotee of ritual, and that She would expect total obedience and submission from her. When Nicole rang the bell at the front door, she was not at all prepared for what she would see. She was met at the door by a young woman who was completely naked. All of her body hair from head to foot was gone. Heavy stainless steel rings pierced her nipples and labia. Her left breast bore a recent brand. Before Nicole could recover her composure, the woman ordered her to undress right there on the doorstep, and place the clothes in the garbage can to the right of the door. When Nicole was naked, the girl handcuffed her hands behind her back and escorted her through the door.
Nicole was lead down a long stairway that ended in a dark hall in the basement of the townhouse. At the end of the hallway was a full length mirror, which Nicole was made to stand in front of. Lights suddenly came on her, so that her reflection in the mirror was all she could see. Then at once, a voice came out of the darkness, directed at her. "Slave Nicole, I am Mistress Ilsa. You are to refer to Me only as Mistress, for My name is too hallowed to be uttered from the mouth of a slut slave. The image that you see reflected before you is Mine and Mine alone, to do with as I please: to use, abuse, humiliate, and display however and whenever it suits Me. Your Master has given you to Me, so you are now My possession.
"Because you do not know me, I will explain what it is that I have in mind for you. But, at any time in the future when I may have some use for you, you may be assured that I will not explain myself, because I do not need to explain to a possession how that possession is to be used. Do I make myself clear, cunt?" "Yes, Mistress."
"Very good. Now here is My situation. I belong to a small bridge group that meets weekly, rotating to the homes of the different members. Recently, a new woman joined our group. To say that I abhor her is an understating of my feelings toward her. She is a smug and pretentious bitch, so self-involved as to think that the world exists for her! I, however, plan to show her the error of her ways.
"A few of the ladies I play with are aware of my place in the world of S & M, but most of them are not. The next meeting of our group is scheduled for this bitch's house, so I have devised little plan to get her out of our groupd forever.
"This woman's name is Countess Rahman. She married some rich Arab oil magnate who is in his late sixties and he bought her a title. Amazing what money can do. I have arranged for her maid to be out of town for the next few days on a family emergency. Knowing how upsetting it would be for her to host the bridge group without her maid, I have come to the rescue and offered her the use of mine. That, of course, is you.
"When will you get your next period?"
"It should start this Tuesday, Mistress."
"And what days is usually your haviest flow?"
"That would be the third day, Mistress, so it should be on Thursday."
"Perfect. That's what your Master told Me, but I wanted to be sure, because it plays a big part in my plans. You will be brought here to My house Thursday morning by My chauffeur. He will pick you up at 8:00AM. We need to leave for the bridge group by 11:00, so this should give us the time we will need to prepare you. Did you happen to notice my slave, the one who let you in?"
"Yes, Mistress."
And what, my little cunt, did you notice about her?"
"Well, Mistress, she has no hair on her head, or anywhere else."
"Yes, and what else?"
"She wears rings through her nipples and pussy."
"Of course she bears rings, you timid bitch, but she has no pussy. That pierced object is a cunt. A pussy is something you would find on a sixteen year old virgin, not on a slave. What else did you see?"
"Her breast has been branded, Mistress."
"And did you get a chance to inspect it, slave?"
"No, Mistress."
"Well then, we shall have to remedy that. Whore!" she yelled. "Come in here at once." A door in the hall opened, and the slave girl silently appeared.
"Slave Nicole, this is whore. She has no name. Only a term that describes her. None of My slaves have names, as they are not worthy of a name. Whore, unlock her handcuffs."
Nicole felt the pressure on her wrists subside when the steel cuffs were removed.
"whore, Nicole has been lent to Me by her Master, so she is not truly My slave. At least, not yet! Please tell Slave Nicole why you have no hair."
"Yes, my Mistress. Mistress does not allow any hair on any of Her slaves as hair can be both a distracting decoration of the body and a means of hiding parts of the body. Mistress demands that Her slaves be visible at all times and wants nothing to compete with the reality of our nakedness. We are always naked in Her presence and openly offer it to Her as a sign of our willingness to serve Her.
"Now whore, show her your brand. Nicole, I want you to put your fingers into it and feel the depth of it. Notice the contrast of the smooth silky skin of her breast with that of the scarred burn tissue in the brand. Whore, why do you bear My brand?"
It is really quite simple. I am what I am for Mistress. I exist for Mistress. I proudly display Her marks upon my body as proof that I please Her."
"Now, Nicole, since you are not truly My slave, but just a trainee, I will not require that that raven black hair of yours be shorn, but I will, however, expect that all of that offensive hair around your cunt and asshole be gone before Thursday. And I want you to know that I have a delicious surprise in store for that lovely left breast of yours, but I will wait until Thursday to tell you about that. Now whore, take this slut back outside. She may dress on the stoop. And Nicole, you had best be prompt when My driver comes to call Thursday morning."