NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 25
KERI LEARNS THE ROPES
When they had descended the stairs that led to Ilsa's well equipped dungeon,
Ilsa had slut set the lighting as to make it easy to see, but not so bright as
to eliminate the shadows that heightened the effects. When everything had been
prepared to Mistress Ilsa's preferences, She commanded Elaine to strap Keri to
the St. Andrew's cross.
Tom pitched in, helping to bind the girl at the wrists, elbows, biceps,
ankles, knees and thighs, as well as the waist and neck. Elaine made a quick
check to see that the neck strap wouldn't constrict her throat and cause
problems in breathing.
When the task was completed, Elaine announced, "She's all set, Ilsa."
"Good. I wish to begin our session by giving her a little something to
remember for a long time. I want her to have something to think on as she
embarks on the path she says she wants to travel..
"slut!"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Take the cane and stripe her thighs, hips to knees."
"Certainly, Mistress," slut answered.
slut picked up a fresh piece of cane, and stood before the helpless little
girl, stroking and bending the cane while she stared into the girl's eyes,
making sure that it's suppleness and strength were obvious. slut wanted Keri to
imagine what the whip would feel like, cutting into her thin legs.
When she had felt that she had gotten the most from her show, slut stood back
and adopted a stance that would allow for maximum force with the cane. Then,
with no warning, she brought the cane back and slashed it through the air into
Keri's left thigh about two inches from he crotch, where slut knew the skin
would be soft and most vulnerable.
Keri screamed and flailed uselessly at her bonds, wrenching at the tight
leather straps that secured her to the cross. slut waited until she was in
control of herself, and hit her again, an inch below the first strike. Again,
the young girl cried out, writhing in pain.
"Stop," Ilsa commanded, as slut raised the cane for another lash. "Keri, do
you wish Me to continue, or do you want to beg Me to stop?"
"Yes, please, Mistress Ilsa. Please let slut beat me. I deserve to be
punished. I have been thinking only of how much it hurts, and not about how much
pleasure it gives You to see me hurt.
"Please slut, please,.....hit me some more, but......please hit me harder."
Without waiting for her Mistress to give her a command, slut slashed the cane
across the soft skinny thigh with four brutal and quick motions. Keri was not
crying uncontrollable, screaming and twisting in her bondage.
"Give her three more, slut, but make the welts cross. I want her to be well
marked, and I want to see her bleed."
"With pleasure, Mistress," slut smiled. Once again, slut stood before the
tortured girl, patiently waiting for the sobs to ebb. she flicked the cane a few
times until she was sure the girl was focusing on what was about to happen.
Then, she struck a diagonal blow that crossed over three of the welts on the
ravaged left thigh, and with little pause, she did the same to the right thigh.
Blood began to seep from the left thigh, as slut watched the new welts rise.
Seeing no blood on the right thigh, slut decided to further injure the left
thigh with the final blow, and struck it again, putting all of her strength into
it.
By now, Keri was completely out of control. Screaming, shaking, twisting her
head trashing wildly from side to side. Her voice was so hoarse that only airy
shrieks came out. She regained some degree of composure when Ilsa came up to the
cross and began to gently stroke her cheek, and cooing, "There, there, My little
one. You did quite well. Not many seasoned slaves can stand up to what you were
given. Now, don't you have something to say to Me?"
Between her sobs, Keri managed a faint, "Thank....You.....Mistress."
"And thank slut as well. After all, she did all the work."
"Thank...you....slut."
Ilsa looked at slut and ordered, "Turn around and bend over, slut."
"Yes, Mistress," she answered, as she presented her behind as asked.
Ilsa plunged two fingers into her ass and began twisting and probing with
increasing pressure. She slid in a third finger, then a fourth, until, finally,
she was fisting the willing slave. slut knew what was expected, and began to
push back against the invading hand, trying to make it easier for her Mistress
to insert Her hand.
When She had buried Her hand to the wrist, and was able to slide it all the
way in and out without resistance, She pulled Her hand out, and held the
glistening hand in front of Keri, and said, "Lick My hand clean"
Keri meekly began to lap at the hand with light, tentative strokes of her
tongue. Ilsa saw that she wasn't taking deep breaths, and yelled, "Breath deep
through your nose, bitch! You should be grateful for all I provide you with."
"Yes, Mistress Ilsa," Keri said, as she took longer licks, inhaling deeply
through her nose.
When Ilsa was satisfied, she ordered Tom and Elaine to unbind the young girl,
and replace her on the cross with slut. After slut had been firmly secured to
the cross, Ilsa took Keri by the ear and said, "Watch, and Learn!"
Ilsa handed the cane to Tom, and said, "Be My guest!"
"Thank You, Ilsa," he said, taking the switch. "Don't mind if I do."
Tom stared into slut's eyes, challenging her to stand up to the beating she
was about to receive. Then, he started whipping her thighs, left, right, left,
right, methodically and meticulously stripping her with all the power he could
muster. slut twisted against the tight straps, fighting to suppress the screams
that were building up as the white hot pained seared through her legs.
After twenty strokes, a panting Tom passed the cane to Elaine, saying, "Your
turn, dear."
Elaine took the cane and followed her husband's lead with a steady, rhythmic
series of strokes that got slut crying loudly.
Then, she deferred the cane to Ilsa. Ilsa stood before her slave and asked,
"What would you like, slave?"
slut's eyes met those of her Mistress, as she answered, "Please Mistress,
beat me. Show Keri what it means to be a slut slave. i beg You, show me no
mercy."
"As you wish, slave. Let's show her what you're made of."
That said, Ilsa raised the switch and unleashed a terribly wicked reign of
blows on the already battered legs. Blood was flowing from numerous cuts as slut
screamed and cried out, to no avail.
Ilsa turned to Keri and asked, "What do you observe here, little slave?"
"slut never begged You to stop, Mistress Ilsa. she never asked for mercy.
"Very observant, little one. Very good, and why do you think she didn't beg
Me to stop?"
"I think it's because she knows that You wanted her to take what You wanted
to give her. And that she was honored to receive it."
"Correct again. slut knows that she may never ask anything of Me. she also
knows that whatever gifts I give her, whether they be pain, pleasure,
humiliation, or anything, she is to receive them graciously, willingly, and
gratefully. You see, My dear, slut is a true slave, and it has only been through
extensive training over a long time that she has gotten to this point."
"Yes, Mistress. I understand. You want me to see that wanting to be a sex
slave is something that will take a lot of hard work and a lot of time."
"Yes, Keri. That's exactly what I wanted you to see. Now, I want to show you
something else.
"Elaine, would you be so kind as to remove slut from the cross? Tom, stand
next to me, and Keri, kneel in front of Tom."
Everyone went about their appointed tasks. When Keri was on her knees at
Tom's feet, Ilsa said, "Keri, make Master Tom cum. And be sure to swallow every
drop, or I will put you back on the cross and show you what happens to a slave
who doesn't accept her gifts."
"Yes, Mistress Ilsa," Keri replied, reaching for the belt buckle on Tom's
jeans.
She pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants and slid his jeans and briefs
down to his ankles. Then, looking up into his eyes, she began sucking the rigid
cock. Tom started thrusting his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her
mouth. By this time, Elaine had gotten slut down from the cross, and she stepped
behind Keri, holding her head and pushing it forward to meet Tom's penetrating
thrusts. This caused the young girl to gag repeatedly, but Tom kept driving into
the back of her throat, and Elaine kept pushing her head to take the cock as Tom
shot his load in her mouth. Keri swallowed it all eagerly, and then, without
being told, she licked the shaft clean.
"She's good, Tom, don't you think," Ilsa asked?
"My God, Ilsa! She's incredible! It felt like I was half way down her
esophagus!"
"You probably were," Ilsa laughed.
"slut," Ilsa commanded, lay on My desk, on your back, feet on the desk,
knees bent, and spread wide."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Keri!"
"Yes, Mistress Ilsa."
I want you to make slut cum. You may do it anyway you wish. Do you think you
can do that?"
"Of course, Mistress Ilsa," Keri answered with a confident tone. She was
positive this would be an easy way to show off to Mistress Ilsa, so she knelt
between slut's spread legs and took a moment to stare at the gaping sex, with
the rings in the labia and clitoris. Then she buried her face in the tender
flesh, licking and sucking on the hard clit. In a matter of a few minutes, she
started to fatigue, and so she reached up and probed slut's cunt and anus with
her fingers, while striving to increase the tempo of he tongue on slut's
clitoris.
After ten minutes, she had slowed noticeably in her enthusiasm. Seeing this,
Ilsa asked, "slut, would you like to cum?"
"If it were to please You, Mistress, yes, please."
"Fine. I'll tell you when you may.
"Keri, keep sucking, and bite her clit."
Keri bit down on the tender nub, causing a moan to emanate from slut's inner
recesses. She kept up the pressure with her teeth, even grinding them together,
almost to the point where she feared she might bite it off. Then, Ilsa spoke,
"slut, you may cum."
No sooner had the words been spoken, then slut shuddered from head to foot in
a massive organism that lasted better than ten seconds.
When the waves of pleasure had passed, Ilsa said, "your turn Elaine. slut,
lick her ass, and you, Keri, lick her pussy."
"Yes, Mistress, they intoned as one.
Elaine lifted her skirt, revealing an incredibly hairy mound, uncovered by
panties. She sat on the couch with her legs spread wide. The two slaves got down
on all fours in front of her a started in with their task. Ilsa pointed to Tom's
belt. He picked up on the hint right away, slipping the belt from the loops of
his jeans. Doubling it over, he began flogging the two prominently offered
asses. Back and forth, one slave, then the other, the slapping of the belt a
steady cadence an accompaniment to the soft moans and cries escaping from his
wife as she was pleasured by the two tongues, driving her to an inevitable
climax.
As her orgasm neared, Tom hit the two slaves harder with each stroke, not
letting up until Elaine pushed the two faces out of her ass and cunt.
"Keri, slut, stand!"
Both slaves rose to their feet. Keri watching to make sure she adopted the
same posture as slut, with her hands behind her head, legs spread, eyes closed,
and mouth open.
"So, Elaine, what's in that little package," Ilsa queried?
"Tom and I brought a little gift for You, Ilsa. It's a set of sterling silver
bells for slut's nipple rings, so You'll always know where she is.
"They sound lovely, thank you," Ilsa said as Elaine handed the package to
Her.
Ilsa unwrapped the festive paper and opened the little jewelry box,
extracting the silver bells.
"We had them engraved, Ilsa. Your name is on the front of each one, and
slut's is on the back, lower case of course."
"Thank you both," She said. "Tom, would you be so kind as to put them on
her?"
"Sure, Ilsa," Tom answered, taking the proffered bells from Ilsa's hand.
He opened the spring clip of the first bell and slipped it into slut's nipple
ring. When it was in place, he did the second ring.
"Prance, slut. Show Keri your step," Elaine ordered.
slut started the practiced drill, showing off her elegantly embellished step,
the bells tinkling with each one.
"I love them, Elaine and Tom. They're so delicate sounding."
"We're glad You like them, Ilsa," Tom responded.
When the novelty had faded, Ilsa asked, "So tell Me, Elaine, what are these
'Big Plans' you have for using My slave?"
"Well, Ilsa, as You know, I grew up living next door to slut, or Nicole as
she was named then. I used to baby sit for her when she was little. In fact, my
baby sister and slut were in the same high school graduating class. Becky, my
sister, went to catholic school until she was a junior, and then she transferred
to the public high school where slut was. Anyway, they're having a class reunion
in a couple of weeks, and Becky is the chairperson for it. She mentioned it to
me and was talking about how they can't locate some of the class members. I
asked for examples, and slut was at the top of the list! By the way, Ilsa, slut
was elected best dressed!"
They all laughed at the irony, looking at the naked slave standing before
them. Nakedness was now a constant in her life.
"Anyway, I told beck I knew where 'nicole' was, and told her I'd get the
information to her. So, my mind stared to work, and I thought it might be fun to
have her attend the reunion. No one at home knows what she's been up to. her
parents moved to Arizona for the climate long ago. No one from the old
neighborhood is still there I think it would be god to place her in a vanilla
environment again.
"What do You think?"
"Sounds marvelous. What sort of thoughts have been whirling around in your
head? I know you've given this a lot of thought."
"You know me too well, Ilsa. I want her taken on a leash, with Keri leading
her. I have some ideas as to how she should dress too. I want that breast bar to
be obvious, but I don't want to ruin the reunion for Becky either. She's really
put a lot of time and effort into this thing.
The party will be on a chartered boat in Boston harbor. They'll have a tour
of the old high school, attend a ceremony at the homecoming football game, with
the class officers called out on the field. They'll unveil a class gift to the
school from the alumni. Then there will be a diner dance with a DJ. I think
Becky said a few of the guys from the class that had a band when they were kids
will play as well.
"Sounds fine, Elaine. You may borrow slut for that weekend. Do you plan on
using her or giving her to anyone?"
"No, Ilsa. I don't want to disrupt the festivities for Becky. Just her
presence on a leash in a somewhat see-through dress should be enough."
"Are you going?"
"No, no, Ilsa. I was just planning on sending her to the reunion with Keri.
We'll skip the leash at the public events, where kids might be, like the
football game. But at the diner dance, she'll be on the leash with Keri keeping
her in tow. I expect she can explain what she is doing with her life herself.
Keri will fill us in on the details."
"Then it's settled. When do you want her?"
"Two weeks from this Friday."
"That will be fine. I look forward to hearing about it."
