NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 22
BRYANNE'S HIDDEN TALENT
slut and Bryanne arrived back at Mistress Ilsa's townhouse in time to see Tom
and Elaine getting out of their dark green Chrysler Town and Country mini van,
which they had parked in front of the stoop.
"slut," Elaine called out, "did you stop at the tack shop for my package?"
"Yes, Elaine, i have it right here."
"Great! I can't wait to see you modeling those things. Bring it on."
Ilsa greeted Her fiends and the two slaves at the door, and waited while slut
removed her cape, so that she would enter the house naked, carrying Elaine's
parcel. Bryanne was unsure of what was expected of her, so she stayed to the
side of the room as they all entered the parlor.
"Bryanne," Ilsa called, let Me see your new look. Peter was so excited when
he called to tell Me about your transformation."
Bryanne walked over and stood before Mistress Ilsa. "Turn around slowly for
Me, Bryanne."
The slave did as she was told, as Ilsa remarked, "Peter was correct in his
assessment. You look like an eleven year old at best. What do you think,
Elaine?"
"It's truly amazing. You'd better make sure she has her driver's license with
her, or you might get arrested for statutory rape," Elaine laughed.
Tom joined into the laughter, adding, "She really is tempting, Ilsa."
"So take her, Tom. Elaine wants to discuss her plans for slut this weekend
anyway. Do you want to use My dungeon?"
"Sure, Ilsa. Thanks.
"Follow me, Bryanne," Tom ordered, as he led her to the stairs.
"So Elaine, tell Me what you have in mind for slut," Ilsa asked.
"Well, as I was telling You on the phone yesterday, there is an open show
this weekend down in Maryland. Ponies, cows, draft horses, and dog slaves. It
isn't strictly for points, but it certainly will give her some needed practice
in front of judges."
"Do you have any specific events in mind for her," Ilsa asked?
"I was thinking dressage, of course. And probably steeplechase, she certainly
has the legs for it. I might try a bit of draft horse with her, just to see how
she stands up to the weight. I really would like to try her in different events
before we decide where her specialty areas will be."
"That sounds fine with Me. When did you want to take her?"
"We should leave Friday morning so I'll have time to prepare her before
Saturday's events. How about if I pick her up Thursday evening. she can spend
the night with Tom and me, then we'll leave early in the morning. I'll have her
back up here sometime Sunday night. Probably around ten or so, if that's alright
with You."
"That sounds fine, Elaine. I need some time to work with Bryanne alone
anyway, and I hate to see slut's talents sitting idle. Let's do that."
slut stood by listening to the conversation and the plans the two women were
making for her, and yet she was left completely out of the discussion. she knew,
however, that these decisions were Ilsa's alone, and that Her needs were all
that mattered. "slut," Elaine repeated, snapping the slave from her daydream,
"give me the package from the tack shop. I want you to model your new outfit for
your Mistress."
"Yes, ma'am," slut replied, handing the box to Elaine.
Elaine opened the box and removed the packing paper. She pulled out a
beautiful black rabbit leather single glove, and said, "Turn around slut, and
put your arms behind your back." slut obeyed the command, and Elaine slid the
glove over the two arms together, strapping it over the shoulders and under the
breasts. Then she took a lacy red and black boned corset out and began lacing it
on slut's torso.
"Wait til You see what she looks like with an eighteen inch waist, Ilsa.
It'll make her tits look huge, while her abdomen looks as fragile as a wasp."
slut noticed how difficult it was becoming to breath more than shallow breaths
as she felt the stiff corset constrict her waist. "Bend over, slut," Elaine
ordered.
"Have You ever seen a tail as lovely as this one, Ilsa? It's real horsehair,
22 inches long, and has an satiny red hue under certain lighting conditions."
Saying this, she began pressing the thick butt plug into slut's tight dry ass.
"Oooh," slut moaned, as the pressure grew and grew, until the plug finally
slid into her rectum.
"Stand up straight now, slut, and turn so Mistress can see your proud tail."
Slut stood and turned slowly, quite aware of the delicate swish of the horsehair
on her legs, reaching almost to mid-calf.
"Elaine, I absolutely adore that corset. It makes her pubis and breasts so
prominent. Is there headgear as well?"
"Yes, Ilsa. I'll put that on her next."
Elaine took a lovely rabbit skin bridle with sterling silver hardware out of
the box. "Open wide, slut," she commanded. Slut could feel the cold metal push
across her teeth, stretching her cheeks back in an obscene smile.
When the buckles were fastened, Elaine attached the headgear, complete with
black ostrich plumes that stood straight up from the sides of slut's face at her
temples. Stepping back, Elaine handed the reins to Ilsa and said, "I think she's
perfect."
"I couldn't agree more, Elaine. The effect it stunning. Did you get boots as
well?"
"Yes. Tom brought them back from San Francisco for us. I have them here in
this bag.
Elaine took the bag, and handing it to slut, said, "Lace these up and then
show us your step."
slut took the bag, reached in, and pulled out a pair of black patent leather
boots that would lace up to just below her knees. The soles were four- inch
platforms shaped exactly like a horse's hoof, with real horse shoes nailed into
the bottoms. The pencil thin spiked heels were ten inches high. she sat down on
a chair to put the boots on, paying particular attention to lacing them snuggly
to give her ankles as much support as she could get. As she stood up, she
immediately felt the pulling in the backs of her calves from the extreme height
of the heels. slut now towered over Elaine, and thought to herself, ' i must be
at least six feet tall!'
"How's that, Ilsa? Look at her! she's way over six foot tall, don't You
think?"
"I think you're right, Elaine. Look at the backs of her legs straining from
the effort to keep her balance. It's beautiful. I love it. And, once again, I
have to admit that I think you're right regarding the breast bars. Although it
will have to wait until after this weekend is over."
"Definitely, Ilsa. she'd be in no condition for the show if we have that done
now. But I am thrilled to hear You say You agree. The effect will be unequalled.
I only know of two or three slaves who have undergone the bars, and they haven't
got half the presence of slut. I'll arrange it after we get back. You will want
to watch, won't You?"
"I wouldn't miss it, Elaine. I've never seen it done."
Just then, the intercom rang. It was Tom calling from the basement dungeon.
"Elaine,....Ilsa, if you two aren't too busy, I'd like you to come down here and
see what I've discovered. I think you'll be surprised."
"We'll be right down, Tom," Elaine answered.
"slut, practice your step and prancing. you can show off to us when we get
back."
"Yes, Ma'am,"slut answered, as the two women left her alone. her mind began
to race, trying to fathom what 'breast bars' were and why she wouldn't be in any
condition for the weekend if she were to get them now.
Ilsa and Elaine descended the stairs, listening to the
'clop-clip....clop-clip....of slut's horseshoes on the hard wood floor. They
walked along the dimly lit corridor leading to Ilsa's dungeon. Ilsa stood back
and allowed Elaine to push the massive oaken door open for her, and entered the
chamber. Bryanne was till dressed in her child-like outfit, but Tom had bent her
over a railing and locked her hands and feet together into the stocks, so her
ass and cunt were the only parts of her to be seen.
"She's a natural, Ilsa. I've only been at this five minutes or so, and she
can take both hands. Watch!"
Tom made a fist with his right hand and pushed it into Bryanne's cunt in one
quick thrust, burying it to the wrist. He then shoved his left fist up her ass,
pushing harder and slower to overcome the increased resistance, until that hand
disappeared up the canal to the wrist as well. As Bryanne moaned, Tom started
twisting both hands around while pulling them in and out until he has
established a rhythm. "Now watch this," he said, pulling the hand from her ass.
He then pushed it into her cunt so that both hands were were in her hole at the
same time, twisting and pulling them both in and out.
Suddenly, he pulled them both out, and posed them at the tight assbud.
"Ready, Bryanne?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then beg me for it, bitch!"
Oh please, Sir. Fist my ass. Use both hands, Sir. Please......I beg you."
Without warning, Tom forced both hands into her ass at the same time, going
past his wrists before pausing. Bryanne was drooling. Tears streaking her
mascara, as Tom began to fuck her ass with both of his hands, pulling them all
the way out, then slamming them back up. "I want to get to the elbows with you,
bitch. But we'll let it go with this for today.
"What do you guys think," Tom asked Ilsa and Elaine?
"Quite impressive, Tom, "Ilsa remarked. "Maybe we can work her up to wine
bottles and bowling pins.
"Bryanne, has your Master ever fisted you before?"
"No, Mistress. This is my first time."
"Amazing," Elaine commented. "I've never seen anyone take to it so quickly.!"
"We can stretch her out as much as We wish," Ilsa stated. "I know her Master
would like to see whatever improvements I care to make in her."
"I'm going to introduce her to the inflatable now," Tom said. I'd like to
work her up to taking my feet. That would be a sight to see, especially in this
school girl outfit."
Tom left for a moment and returned with a thick, black rubber, inflatable
butt plug. Slipping it into Bryanne, he said, "You are to wear this for the rest
of the evening. Later, I will remove it and you may take care of your toilet
needs. You will be sleeping with it up your ass tonight. That should loosen you
up some."
Tom pumped the bulb, filling the plug with air, as he listened to the moans
from Bryanne. "That should be enough for now. I suspect I'll have her acclimated
to this size in a day or two. Then we'll go bigger.
"Elaine,.....lift My skirt."
"Yes, Mistress," Elaine answered, as Ilsa straddled Bryanne's head. Within
seconds, the golden stream began to flow, running through Bryanne's hair,
streaming down her face and splashing to the floor. Tom unzipped his pants, and
pulling out his cock, released himself on Bryanne's ass and cunt. When they had
both emptied themselves, Bryanne's hair was soaked, and a large puddle of urine
was on the floor underneath her, mere inches from the slave's face.
"You may stare at that and enjoy the fragrance, Bryanne.
"Tom, leave her for a while. Let's all go upstairs and have a glass of wine
before dinner." So the three of them left Bryanne bound and bent over in the
stocks. Her ass stuffed with the plug, and the rapidly cooling urine in her hair
and face.
