NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE By Charles E. Campbell CHAPTER 8
WHORE'S ULTIMATE GIFT
Nicole had come to notice the suātle changes in the relationship between Mistress and whore about three weeks after she had moved in with them. However, during the past ten days or so, it had become obvious that something major was going on. The rules in Mistress' house were clear and very simple: the slaves were to be constantly naked, no matter who was in the house, and they were to do whatever Mistress ordered of them. For whore, there was also the rule of her being totally shorn of all of her hair, head to foot, as a sign of Mistress' ownership of her. But now, new rules had been applied to whore. For one, she now always had pump-up dildos in her ass and cunt, which were inflated a bit more each day. These invaders were only removed for toilet needs, and the one in her ass had a long tail made of horse hair. Mistress also required that whore remain on her knees at all times, even walking was forbidden. So whore had to crawl about the house and take her meals from the floor, lapping at her food like a dog. At least three times each day, whore was viscously beaten with a bullwhip, even if the poor slave had not had an infraction. whore was only allowed to bathe with the water from the dungeon toilet, which had been altered to prohibit flushing. She was filthy and covered by the cuts from the frequent whippings. Nicole had become very distressed by the harsh treatment that whore was being made to endure, and she feared that something was happening in the house between Mistress and her cunt slave.
One evening, after the three of them had dined, Mistress bound whore's breasts with a heavy rope and hung her from a hook that they normally used to hang a slave by the wrists. She then ordered Nicole to her bed chamber, and they left whore whimpering in her suspension. After Nicole had serviced her Mistress' divine pussy, she got up the nerve to speak: "Mistress," Nicole queried sheepishly, "may I ask You a questions"?
"Yes, slave, what is it?"
"I do not wish to show You any disrespect, nor do I question Your place as my Mistress, but I have seen a tremendous change in Your treatment of whore, and I fear that something is wrong between You and her."
"Well," came the haughty reply, " I was wondering how long it would take for you to work up the courage to speak to Me." Nicole made sure that her eyes were lowered to Mistress' feet, as she did not dare raise them. "Before I do you the favor of an answer to your rude and insubordinate question, I should tell you that after I grant your answer, you will take whore's place on the hook as punishment for daring to ask.
"What is taking place now is in preparation for whore's ultimate statement as a slave. Three weeks ago, whore came to Me complaining of abdominal pain. When I inquired as to the length of time she had the pain, she informed Me that she had been living with it for about eight months, but that recently it had gotten bad. I took her to My physician and she diagnosed whore with ovarian cancer. Unfortunately, it is both inoperable and terminal. Whore has about six weeks to live."
Nicole gasped out loud as the reality of the news cut into her like the bite of a lash. "Oh my God," she shuddered, as she unwittingly raised her eyes to seek comfort in Mistress Ilsa's face, "this can't be!"
"I wish that I could say that it wasn't true. But, I'm afraid, it is."
"Isn't there anything that can be done," Nicole pressed?"
"Well, in terms of the cancer, nothing, but in terms of her slavery, something wonderful."
"Please forgive me, Mistress," Nicole responded, "but I'm confused."
"Whore is going to die, slave Nicole, and there is nothing that can be done to prevent that. But, the time, place and cause of death is something that can be controlled, and since slavery is about relinquishing control, this will prove to be whore's ultimate gift to her Mistress."
"W..w...what do You mean, Mistress?"
"whore's ultimate and final gift to her Owner is to be her death on a Roman Tau cross for Me. she is to be crucified! I am preparing the details for the event and sending out invitations. It is scheduled to take place two weeks from Friday at My country estate. It will be a small gathering of My closest friends. The entire event will be scripted to make it as authentic as possible. As best as I can tell, if we begin around noon on Friday, it should be over by sometime Saturday night. The three of us will be leaving here for My estate this Friday so that we can make all of the necessary preparations."
Nicole was too shocked by all of this information to even respond. She sat hunched over Ilsa's feet, sobbing softly. Ilsa gently stroked her hair and lifted Nicole's chin so that their eyes met. "I know that all of this is quite difficult to absorb, but whore is definite about having this rare opportunity to prove her dedication and devotion to Me by undertaking the most severe ordeal a human can face. she is being mentally prepared now, that is why she is constantly being degraded, abused and beaten. You see, Nicole, in Roman times, only the lowliest of slaves were crucified. So, whore must be debased to a level where she can completely accept her fate, as she hangs from the cross. A broken slave, as testimony to My power and dominance. All of the proscribed rituals of ancient Rome will be adhered to. This includes a gang rape, scourging, and a procession with whore carrying the patebellum to her place of execution. she will have it no other way, as she knows that this is to be her finest hour. She will endure the most humiliating and painful death for her Mistress!
"Now, go and remove whore from her bonds. Then you will lick her body clean. I will be along shortly to place you on the hook in her stead."
NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE By: Charles E. Campbell CHAPTER 9 THE COUNTRY ESTATE
It was about 4:30 on Thursday afternoon. Nicole had just finished administering whore with her second set of thirty-nine lashes that day. This time, however, the poor slave had hung from her ankles while Nicole gave her the brutal beating on the front of her thighs, her breasts and belly. The flogger that Mistress had selected for this session was made of leather, but it had been soaked in water for a few days and then allowed to dry and harden. This was no soft flogger you might see in some west coast bondage movie. This was a mean instrument of pain, designed to raise angry swollen welts with each lash.
Nicole was sweating profusely when she finished the last blow. whore barely had the strength to muster the required 'thank you,' as Mistress walked into the room. Well, slave Nicole, I see you've been hard at work. Nicely done, I might add," She commented, as She examined the suspended slave more closely.
"Thank You, Mistress."
"It has always been a belief of mine that underneath every slave beats the heart of a particularly cruel Dom. Looks to Me like you are just proving My theory.
"Nicole, I want you to loosen whore from her bonds, and then bring her up to My bed chamber. When you get there, draw a nice bath."
"Certainly, Mistress," Nicole answered, as she went to lower the winch that held whore in her predicament.
When she had lowered whore to the ground, Nicole attached a dog leash to the slave's collar, and led her, on her knees, up the dungeon stairs and then up the main staircase, to the Master bedroom suite. Not sure exactly what she should do with the slave while she was preparing the bath, Nicole tied the leash to the ring at the foot of the bed, and went to fix the bath. The tub was quite large and took a while to fill. Nicole added a generous amount of bath oils to the water, while she checked to see that the temperature was what her Mistress liked, and then found a natural sponge for bathing Mistress. She got two clean towels and the heavy terrycloth robe that Mistress always used afetr a long soak in the tub.
When she was through, Nicole went back into the bedroom to await her Mistress. She didn't have long to wait though, as Mistress Ilsa came into the room just as Nicole was coming out of the bath. "All done, slave," Mistress asked?"
"Yes, Mistress. Your bath is ready for You."
"Very good," She replied. Then, after a lengthy pause, Mistress ordered, "Position A, slaves." And the two women immediately got into the proper position for receiving orders. They knelt on their knees, with their heads bowed. Their arms were folded behind their backs, hands gripping their elbows. Their eyes were shut, mouths open, and legs spread.
"whore," She began, "I have spent the past two weeks preparing you for the ordeal you will soon be undertaking. I have seen to it that you were abuse, beaten, humiliated and degraded, both mentally and physically as a means of getting you ready for the upcoming event at My country estate. And now, at long last, I feel thet you are ready."
"Thank You, Mistress," whore acknowledged proudly. " i have been trying very hard to make myself worthy of You."
"you have done superbly, whore, and now you shall be rewarded. From this moment, until the event begins, you are to be pampered. You will be waited on, hand and foot. You shall want for nothing. You will be treaty like royalty. Upper class. Aristocracy. In fact, as of this minute, you shall be called 'Lady Whore.' You will no longer crawl about and sleep on the floor. You will no longer be naked. I have bought you some new clothes to wear.
"Nicole, from this moment on, until the event, you will be Lady Whore's hand maid. You are to take care of Her every need. You will bathe Her and massage Her with oils. You will keep Her body free of hair, and glistening. You will make Her bed in the morning and turn it down for Her at night. You will clean Her after the toilet and dress Her. You will sleep at the foot of Her bed in case She has need of you during the night. If She desires to climax, you will accommodate Her as She wishes.
"Have I made Myself clear, Lady Whore and slave nicole?"
"Yes, Mistress," they intoned.
"Good. So now it finally begins, the final phase before the event. Nicole, that bath is for Lady Whore."
"I will see to it right away, Mistress," Nicole answered, as Ilsa turned and left.
Nicole spent the better part of two hours tending to Lady Whore; bathing Her, shaving Her body, massaging Her with expensive lotions, and, lastly, dressing Her. That evening, Nicole ate her dinner out of a dish on the floor at Lady Whore's feet, while Mistress and Lady Whore enjoyed pleasant conversation. Nicole felt strangely embarrassed as she ate, for she alone was naked in the room and she was not included in any of the conversation. Finally, when the meal had ended, Mistress spoke to her. "Nicole," She said, "tomorrow, you will get up early and pack the bags for Me and Lady Whore for our trip to My country estate. All of Lady Whore's things are in Her closet. She will tell you what other things she will want you to pack. Come to My bedroom at 8:00 and I will tell you what to pack for Me. All that you will need to bring for yourself are your toiletries, as you will be naked for the duration of our stay in the country. I do, however, have a new black leather cape for you to wear in the car, and whenever we go out. Am I clear, slave?"
"Yes, thank You, Mistress."
That night Nicole spent sleeping on the hardwood floor of Mistress Ilsa's bedroom, listening to the moans from Mistress and Lady Whore as they enjoyed each other's bodies fully.
In the morning, Nicole again bathed and massaged Lady Whore, and then she dressed Her in a beautiful dark blue cotton dress, with a high laced collar and long sleeves that ended at Her wrists. Nicole packed all of the bags into the trunk of Mistress' sleek black Jaguar. "Here is your cape, Nicole," Mistress announced, holding it our for her to take. "Put it on, and model it for us."
Nicole put the cape over her shoulders. It was a rich leather with a wine red satin lining. There was a pair of leather ties at the neck. Nicole quickly discovered that it would hide her nakedness only when she stood still, as it opened with each step she took when she paraded around for Mistress and Lady Whore's approval.
"That looks lovely, my dear. Please put on your four inch spikes and a set of leg irons with an eighteen inch chain. You will be needing full movement for your feet, as you are our driver."
"Yes, Mistress."
The drive from Manhattan was pleasant. The toll booth collector on the Tri-Borough Bridge did a double take when he caught a glimpse of Nicole's breasts as she paid the toll.
About two hours later, Mistress told Nicole to turn down a dirt road, which turned into a graveled driveway. The driveway was well over three miles long and wound through very dense woods as it climbed up a hilly terrain. As she was maneuvering the car around a very tight turn, a magnificent house came into view. It was a three and a half story stone and Tudor mansion, with well manicured lawns, meticulously landscaped grounds. And a white crushed stone drive. Nicole pulled the car up to the portecochere and said, "Mistress, this is incredible!"
"Thank you, slave Nicole. It has been in My family for over a century. I used to spend My summers here when I was a young girl. In fact, My first experiences as a dominant were here when I was twelve, but more of that some other time. Nicole, take the bags from the car and bring them upstairs. My bedroom is up at the top of the stairs and down the hall, last room on the right. Lady Whore will be in the guest suite across the hall from Me.
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole answered.
"Lady Whore, why don't You come with Me and I will show You around the house. Nicole," She added, "you can unpack our bags later. I'm sure Lady Whore has some needs that You could attend to first."
"Very good, Mistress," came the reply, as Nicole hefted the heavy luggage from the trunk.
The three women settled into the country home quickly, and the days were spent following a relaxing schedule: Nicole would rise before 7:00 each morning and draw a bath for Lady Whore. Nicole would then bathe Her, give Her a total body massage with fine oils, and then dress Her. The clothing always consisted of a long dress that covered Lady Whore all the way down to Her ankles. The neck-line was mid-throat and the sleeves came down to the wrist. Most mornings, the three of them would walk over the grounds of the estate, with Nicole naked, and carrying a parasol over Lady Whore to block the sun. Mistress wanted Her skin as white as possible. On The fifth morning, Lady Whore exclaimed, "This is the place, Mistress. This is it!"
Nicole had no idea what She was talking about, as Mistress said, " Yes, this is a lovely setting, it's perfect!". They were all standing in a wide open field of tall grasses and wild flowers. The field was rimmed by trees on all sides. A gentle slope lead up to a knoll about two hundred yards from the tree-line
"Pardon me, Mistress," Nicole spoke, "but where are we?"
"You mean that you have no idea why we have been taking these walks each morning? We've been looking for the place to stage Lady Whore's crucifixion. I wanted for Her to select the place where Her cross would stand, and this is just the spot. She will be visible from all around the field, and the walk from the house will make for a gallant processional.
"Let's go up to the top of the hill and mark the spot for the cross," Mistress said.
"When they reached the top of the hill, Nicole was sweating from the bright sunlight and her legs were scratched from the rough grasses and flowers. "How about here, Mistress," Lady Whore asked?"
"Yes, I should think that this would be fine, but which direction would You like to face while You are hanging?"
"I should think that south would be best, Mistress. As the full exposure to the sun will add to the effect of the event."
"Then south it shall be. Nicole, find some rocks to mark this spot with. We'll need to find it again when you come out here to dig the hole for the cross."
On the walk back to the house, Nicole was surprised at the level of excitement in Mistress and Lady Whore's voices. They both bubbled with enthusiasm as they discussed Lady Whore's impending crucifixion and death. It was as if they were planning a summer party and were talking about the band they had booked.
That afternoon, Mistress announced, "I'm very pleased that we found the site so quickly and that it is such a wonderful place. I want to celebrate. Let's go out to a movie and then dinner. Nicole, give Lady Whore another bath and oil massage, and then come see Me. I have a new gown for Her to wear. You, Nicole, are to wear your heels and cape."
"Yes, Mistress."
The small town where the movie theatre was located was about a thirty-five minute drive. When Nicole had parked the car, Mistress said, "Nicole, I want you to put these handcuffs on behind your back."
"Surely, Mistress," she replied.
As they began the walk across the parking lot, Nicole realized that keeping the cape closed against her nudity was not going to be easy. With her hands cuffed behind her, the cape swung open with every step that she took. The only thing that seemed to help at all was taking small steps.
They had parked the car on the side of the mall opposite the movie theatres, so they had to walk the length of the mall to reach the movies. Nicole took small choppy steps in an attempt to keep her cape from billowing with each step. Mistress Ilsa and Lady Whore were engaged in an animated conversation that completely excluded Nicole. When they got inside the theatre, Mistress made Nicole sit by herself a couple of rows in front of Lady Whore and Herself. As soon as Nicole sat down, her cape began to open, exposing her breasts and belly. A group of five teenage boys came down the aisle, talking loudly and pushing each other, spilling popcorn and soft drinks as they went. One of them stumbled into Nicole, and was shocked into silence when he saw her naked torso. With a couple of quickly whispered words to his buddies, the five boys pushed into Nicole's row and sat next to her, ogling the free show.
Nicole could hear the muffled laughter from Mistress and Lady Whore at her predicament. With her hands cuffed behind her, she could do nothing to fend off the boys or hide her nakedness from them. The boy sitting next to her got brazen and began to rub her thigh with his. When she didn't stop him, he started to use his hands on her leg, then her belly, and finally, her breasts. She spent the entire movie being groped and fondled by the boys, who took turns sitting next to her.
When the film ended, Mistress Ilsa called out, ""Whenever you are ready, Nicole, we would like to leave."
Her face flushed crimson as she meekly replied, " Coming, Mistress."
One of the boys shot a probing hand into her crotch as she turned to rejoin Mistress and Lady Whore.
As they walked back through the mall, Nicole was happy to at least have regained some control over the exposure of her body beneath the cape. She was sure the teenagers would have a lot of tales to tell in the boy's locker at school.
Nicole drove in silence to the restaurant as she once again was excluded from the conversation going on in the back of the car. "I want to use valet parking, Nicole," Mistress ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
The valet sprung open the door and inhaled sharply when she spied Nicole's breasts and then her shaved pubis as she alighted from the car.. "Wait a minute, please," Mistress called out to Nicole, "I wish to have Lady Whore bring you into the restaurant on your leash." Nicole stood silently as she felt Lady Whore's fingers feeling for the clitoral ring and fasten the clasp. A sharp snap on the leash was all it took for Nicole to follow like an errant puppy behind Lady Whore.
The maitre d' escorted them to a quiet table in a secluded back corner of the room. "Lady whore, would You please do Me the favor of removing Nicole's cape. I wish to see her naked while we dine."
"With pleasure, Mistress," Lady Whore answered, as she slipped the cape off Nicole's shoulders.
"Oh, and one more request, Lady, put these cuffs back on her wrists behind her back. I want her to eat like an animal."
"Gladly, Mistress."
As the meal progressed, Nicole did her best to try to avoid the stares of the other patrons, waiters, and busboys, as she lapped at the food on her plate. Mistress didn't allow her to clean the food from her face at the end of the meal, and her face, breasts, stomach and thighs were generously splattered with scraps of food and sauces. "Lady Whore, please hand Nicole's cape to Me. I don't want her to make a mess of it with all that food she spilled. She can go out and get the car for us. Undo her cuffs though, She might have a tough time driving like that."
"Yes, Mistress," Lady Whore replied, and the two women laughed loudly as Nicole had to get up and walk through the restaurant to the parking lot to retrieve the car. The lot attendant couldn't have been more then twenty years old, and he stood stone still as the naked woman approached him and asked him to bring her car around.