NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By: Charles E. Campbell
Chapter 11
THE EVENT
And so, with an ominous and foreboding sky, Thursday dawned. The day of the
event had arrived.
The conversation at the breakfast table was not like it had been for the
past few days. This morning, it was more of a strained silence that was
punctuated by the sounds of the silverware against the china. A "How did you
sleep," or, "Isn't it a tasty melon this morning," was about as deep as the
three women seemed willing to go.
When is was painfully obvious that the meal had ended, and that the two
slaves were nervously awaiting their instructions, Mistress Ilsa sighed, and
spoke, "Well, I today is the day. I guess there is no use hiding the emotions we
all are feeling. The guests will begin to arrive a bit after noon, all of the
preparations are complete, everything is set and in place. It is time.
"whore, I will not speak kindly with you once the event has begun to play, so
I wish to say something to you now. I have owned only a few slaves, but, as you
know, I have trained countless numbers of them. You have been the best slave I
have ever used, and I want you to know how proud I am of your service to Me. I
also want you to know how flattered I am that you wish to be crucified for My
pleasure. I shall never forget this gift you are presenting Me with, and I will
erect a special monument over your grave out in the field for all to see."
Nicole began to weep. Her sobs shook through her naked body as she sat
listening at the table. "Mistress," whore spoke out, "it is I who is grateful to
You. For it was You who gave my life purpose. It was You who filled me with
pride in what I am. It was You who gave me the chance to prove my worth.
Therefore, it is to You that I give my life."
Rather than ordering the girl to Her, Ilsa got up from Her seat and went over
to whore and embraced her. The two women cried, as nicole began to wail.
After a few minutes of comfort, Ilsa said, "whore, you are to spend the rest
of this day in your room. you will have no visitors. Nicole will be with you the
entire time, so if you have any needs, she will see to them for you. I want you
to spend the day thinking about what is to come. You must prepare yourself as
best as you can.
"Nicole, whatever she wants, she is to get. At three this afternoon, you are
to bathe her, shave her, massage her with oils, perfume her, and then dress her
in the red velvet gown that is in her closet. Take your time in these
preparations. You are to escort her to the dining room at six o'clock sharp. I
want you to be washed. Clean shaven, although the hair on your head may remain.
Brush it out well. There is a loincloth in one of the dresser drawers. That is
all you are to wear. Now, leave Me. I do not wish to see either one of you again
until the event begins."
"Yes, Mistress," the two slave girls answered. Nicole helped whore to her
feet and guided her to the staircase. When the two slaves reached the bedroom,
Nicole turned abruptly and hugged whore with all of her might. Neither girl said
a word for a few moments, then Nicole asked, "Is there anything I can do for
you, whore?"
"I think I would just like to lie down in bed for a while, Nicole. I don't
feel too well, and I want to rest. Would you come to bed with me and hold me
till I fall asleep?"
"Of course," Nicole replied, "Let me turn down the covers."
Within a matter of a few minutes, whore was sleeping soundly in Nicole's
arms. Nicole just lay there, watching the gentle rise and fall of whore's
breasts as she breathed, thinking that very soon, whore would be gone, after a
painful and humiliating ordeal, her beautiful body would be broken and hanging
from a tree. No more to sense or feel or touch or caress. Nicole began to weep
quietly at the mending loss, until she too, fell asleep.
By 1:00 the first guests began to arrive. The closing of a car door roused
Nicole, and she crept out of the big bed so as not to disturb whore. Looking out
the window, she almost fainted when she saw Sir Campbell walk up the walk from a
stretch limo, leading a young girl by a leash attached to her collar. It was the
first time she had seem Him since the initiation for The Ring, and she never
expected Him to have another slave.
Not wishing to see anymore, she slipped back under the covers and held whore
tightly. whore began to stir, and said, sleepily, "Nicole, please give me your
mouth."
Nicole slid down whore's body, planting light kisses and licks along the way.
When she reached the top of the slit, she gently licked and blew on it,
alternating with occasional nips with her teeth. whore began to moan, and
whispered, "Please go slower, Nicole. I want this one to last."
Nicole heeded her request, and took a full hour before whore cried out in her
release. The drone of the alarm clock roused Nicole and whore from the joint
slumber. Neither girl said a word, as the significance of the alarm was evident
to them both. "Stay in bed, whore," Nicole spoke, "I'll go and draw your bath."
And she slipped out of bed and went to prepare the water.
Nicole added generous amounts of lavish oils to the bath water, which gave it
a luxuriant feel and pleasing scent. When the bath was ready, she went back into
the bedroom and found whore standing by the window looking out over the grounds.
"Are you alright," Nicole queried?
"Yes, thanks, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what lies ahead for me. I
hope that I can stand up to this and not embarrass or disappoint Mistress."
Nicole took her arm, and leading her to the tub, said, "I know that no matter
what, you will give it everything you have to give. You will draw upon your
inner strength to see it through.
"whore, I will not leave your side. I will stay with you through it all."
"Thank you, Nicole," she whispered. "My biggest fear in all of this is being
alone on the cross."
"I won't abandon you, whore. I'll be there with you until it is over. I won't
leave you until they take you down." The two girls embraced each other, and then
whore stepped into the bath.
After a good hour long soak in the tub, Nicole took a fresh razor and began
the task of shaving whore from head to foot. She took a slow and deliberate pace
to insure that no hair remained, and that no shaving nicks occurred. When she
was sure whore was clean, Nicole helped her out of the tub and gently patted her
dry. She then began the perfuming ritual, in which the perfume is applied,
allowed to dry, then re-applied. Three times. During the perfuming, Nicole
applied whore's makeup. First the eyes, then the nipples and nether lips were
highlighted. After about 90 minutes, Nicole was finished, and the two women
stood looking at whore's reflection in the full length mirror. "Would you like
to try on the gown, whore," Nicole asked?
"Yes, please," whore answered.
Nicole left whore in front of the mirror and went to the closet to retrieve
the gown. It was a beautiful work of art. Dark cherry red in color and made of
velvet and satin. It had a high collar and long sleeves that were decorated with
lace trim. It was floor length, and when whore put it on, the effect was
breathtaking. The gown was a perfect fit and complimented her every curve. They
both stood admiring it in the mirror without speaking. It was Nicole who broke
the silence. "whore, I need to ask you something, because I don't know who else
I can ask. I know it's really insignificant compared to what is about to happen,
but I have no one else to turn to."
"What is it, Nicole?"
"Well, a little while ago, while you were asleep, I was startled by a noise
and went to the window to see what it was. When I looked outside, I saw Sir
Campbell walking up the path. He had a slave girl on a leash with Him. I haven't
seen Him since He was initiated into The Ring. I didn't know He had other
slaves."
"You don't have to say anything more, Nicole. Believe me when I tell you that
I know exactly how you're feeling. But, you must learn to accept the fact that
your place is to serve and please, no matter how it is required. You have no
claims to Sir Campbell, while He has total ownership of you.. If He wishes to
have other slaves, that is His right. If He wishes to use you or abuse you, that
is His right. If He wishes to abandon you or give you away as a gift, that is
His right. You must learn to be proud that you are giving Him pleasure in
whatever he does with you. It isn't easy, especially since He was you first
owner, but in time you will come to see what I am saying is true.
"Now, give me a hug. It's time for us to go downstairs."
The slaves embraced each other, and then, without a word, went straight to
the dining room, which had been set up in a very formal motif. Beautiful leaded
crystal, fine china, sterling silverware, and elegant linens adorned the table.
Candles on the table and serving boards cast the only light.
"Ah, there she is now, " they heard Mistress Ilsa announce. Nicole, please
escort Lady Whore to the head of the table, here at My right."
Nicole walked whore over, and held her chair for her as she sat down. Ilsa
could sense that Nicole was uncomfortable as to what she should do next, so She
whispered, "Nicole, go into the kitchen and you may help serve the meal with the
other slaves. I will tell you what I need from you later."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank You."
The meal lasted well over two hours, as one course was followed by another,
with light conversation throughout. While she was serving, Nicole was shocked by
the fact that Sir Campbell neither spoke with her or even seemed aware of her
presence. He seemed completely consumed by the blonde slave with the collar and
leash. He acted as if they had never met. Nicole tried to focus on what whore
had told her.
Finally, when coffee was served, Ilsa stood up. "You all know why I have
invited you here this weekend. You are all to be witnesses to the greatest gift
I have ever received. All of the preparations have been made. Some of you will
be participating more than others, but each and every one of you will have a
direct part in the event. I have carefully researched the event to insure that
it will be a faithful reproduction of a Roman crucifixion. "Lady Whore, please
come around in front of the table, and kneel before Me."
"Yes, Mistress," whore replied, as she stood and walked around the table.
When she was about five feet in front of the head of the table, she knelt down,
with her head bowed, her armns folded behind her back, hands grasping elbows,
eyes closed, mouth open, and knees spread.
"Lady Whore, you have chosen to present me with a very special gift. Please
explain to My guests what it is that you wish to give Me."
"Gladly, Mistress." whore paused a moment to gather her thoughts, and then
she began: "I, slave whore, belong to Mistress Ilsa. I exist for Her pleasure
only. I am naked before My Mistress and all of my hair is shorn to make me all
the more naked for Her. There is nothing I won't do for Her. I wish to present
Mistress Ilsa with the gift of my Roman crucifixion. I present my body to her,
to be raped, beaten, scouraged and finally crucified and broken on a cross. I
beseech you all to please be as cruel with me as you can, because this will be
my final act of submission to my Mistress, and I want it to be the epitome ofa
slave's existence.
"Mistress, if it pleases you, do with me as You will, and then deliver me to
die on the cross for You."
"Whore, rise and face My guests," Ilsa commanded. whore did as she was
ordered. Just then, two of the male guests approached whore and ripped her gown
off her back, tearing it to shreds. When she was naked, the men went back to
their seats, and Ilsa got up to come around the table and face whore. "whore, I
condemn you to die, nailed to a cross, naked and beaten, raped and scouraged.
you are a slut, a cunt slave. A whore." And with Her last words, Ilsa spit in
whore's face, and stepping back, kicked her in the groin as hard as She could.
The force of the kick drove whore to the floor.
"My friends," Ilsa proclaimed over the fallen slave, "Please use her and
enjoy her through the night. I have no further use of her until the morning."
And turning to Nicole, added, "Slave Nicole, come with Me. I have need of your
mouth." And with that, Ilsa kicked whore viciously in the stomach, and with
Nicole in tail, left the dining room.
When they reached the bedroom, Ilsa ordered, "Draw My bath, slave. I wish to
soak in the tub."
"Yes, Mistress," came the reply, as Nicole went to make the preparations.
When the bath was drawn, Nicole helped undress her Mistress. Before She got
into the tub, Ilsa emptied Her bladder in the toilet, and rather than use the
bidet, She said, "Clean Me, slave."
Nicole immediately fell to her knees in front of Mistress, and quickly said,
"Gladly, Mistress, " as she began to lick the salty urine from Ilsa's pussy.
After cleaning Her, Nicole helped Ilsa into the warm tub. "Come and get Me in
an hour, nicole. I wish to relax. You may go back downstairs and see how the
event is progressing. You may tell Me all about it when you returm."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole answered, and she closed the bathroom door and
quietly headed for the stairs.
