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."
