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."
