A Sea Change In Attitude, Chapter Three
The very timbre of her own voice announced Cynthia's new attitude. The
change told her entire being that she now wanted to serve these two and be the
best slave ever for them. She had no choice but to think otherwise.
"Hmmm.... not bad. What do you think pet?"
Shara stepped forward and wrapped her arm around Kate. They considered
Cynthia. Her nails tapped Kate's side as the older woman drove her broad knee
into Cynthia's crotch. The blow crashed the slave to her knees.
"I think Mistress, that the slave bitch has done okay so far."
"Good. Then let's got get something to eat. I'll shut down everything here.
You take the bitch back to the house."
Cynthia watched as the other two ate the kitchen table, and then as they lay
atop the bed near where she kneeled chained. Wrists shackles attached to the
collar held her arms bent, but she could still watch. The two kissed and rolled
across the spread. She stopped watching when they stripped and entwined their
legs. Cynthia's own body responded to their lovemaking. The sights and sounds
were new but also strangely provocative.
Despite how much she thought it wrong, she was still intrigued. Partly
seeking distraction she lowered her upper body. Her hips slowly swayed from side
to side. Elbows resting on the floor, she lapped at the water bowl set before
her.
Thoughts buzzed as she lapped. What she had developed as her own self now
underwent an evolution. She very much wanted to feel loved. Cynthia desperately
wanted to be loved by Kate and Shara. And be their slave bitch.
One of them must have been speaking of her because she heard "bitch"
mentioned. Cynthia looked up. Slabs of white thighs fronted her vision. The
chain holding her collar to the floor was being released. A tug on the chain
caused her to follow closer to the bed. The pull willed stronger than her own.
"Now get up on top, slave bitch, and show Miss Shara how much you love her."
Cynthia quickly used her legs to crawl up on the bed. The silken bronze of
Shara's legs parted before her. Cynthia slid toward the dark patch then lowered
her head. Its heat radiated. The scent captivated.
"Before you start though, lick this." Kate held the huge strap-on dildo
pointed toward Cynthia and grimly watched as the former aerobics
instructor-turned slave took the head of the dildo into her mouth. "That's it.
Lick it good 'cause I'll give you three guesses where its going, and the first
two don't count."
Shara giggled and watched as Cynthia's cheeks bulged. More of the fake penis
disappeared. When removed from her mouth, most of its surface wetly shone.
Almond eyes followed Kate as her lover moved behind to position herself next to
Cynthia's ass. Shara dug her fingernails into the shaven scalp to guide Cynthia
back to herself.
Hungrily, Cynthia lapped and sucked at the female organ. The humble
bedspread evolved into an exotic tableau. All three moaned their sexual
pleasures. The strap-on thrust deeper into the anal orifice. The baldhead bobbed
in time to her licking tongue. The two users began to orgasm as if in tune with
each other. Cynthia immersed herself into the soft hot folds of flesh and tasted
Shara's cum.
Sated, one removed the dildo from the widened hole. The other slid out from
under the kneeling slave, allowing her to lie flat on her stomach. They worked
in unison to first free the locked wrists, and then relock them together.
Another roped the elbows of the straightened arms together. The new arraignment
completed, they rolled the tallest of the three over onto her back.
Repositioning arms and elbows caused the full breasts to soar.
"See? These are still very pretty." Kate fondled Cynthia's right breast as
she spoke to Shara. She looked down at Cynthia's battered face and said, "You
like that don't you?" The slave squirmed and moaned in tacit agreement as Kate
gently brushed her thumb over the nipple. "Shara? Get a poncho for the slave
bitch. You and I let's get dressed. We're going back to the shed."
Cynthia stood still as the poncho was pulled off. Bathing lights no longer
shocked. She actually enjoyed the warmth they gave. It helped continue her mood.
Her breasts, she knew thrust out at the camera. She proudly swayed the two
spheres.
"The bitch wants to kiss you, Shara. She's such a slut!"
Shara removed her jeans and top once in the shed, deeply sucked Cynthia's
lips and then pulled the mask back over her face. Moving Cynthia's head from
side to side, she tightened straps around the shaven skull and inserted the ball
gag.
Cynthia erotically moaned. Panting with excitement, the slave ignored drool
oozing from corners of her mouth. Blinding camera lights combined with her
swollen eye made it harder to see. Standing in their glare, Cynthia had to rely
mainly on her other senses. She felt Shara's feminine fingers gently fondle her
right breast. Cynthia's heart raced. Her belly made quick, shallow breaths in
and out. Inside of her, she felt herself rapidly approaching what felt like an
edge. Beyond that "edge" she knew, meant sexual release. Her thighs squeezed
together. With her one good eye, she looked at Shara in the light.
The upward thrust came too fast to see. Cynthia started as Shara's fingers
held her in place. Good and bad eyes bulged. Sweat erupted. Shara had swiftly
swung a large hook into the lower half of Cynthia's breast. The pointed end
buried itself deeply into the meaty balloon. Shara grunted and jerked the hook
up higher sinking more of the metal hook into the breast. Cynthia's knees began
to buckle but Shara held her fast. The slave's head fell and her bulging good
eye stared in disbelief at the pointed mound the hook made on the top of her
breast.
"That's great Shara! Now do the other one. I'll lower ropes from the rafters
and you can tie the ends to the hooks." Kate shouted instructions from somewhere
behind the camera.
"Mmmaaaapfghhh," was all that Cynthia could manage as the second hook
stabbed. The ball gag prevented anything more articulate. More drool foamed from
her lip corners though hardly by sexual excitement. Panicked, her bladder
released.
"Get a hose and just wash that piss away. She shouldn't have much more in
her."
The camera tilted to get close-ups of the distended breasts as the imbedded
hooks tied to ropes raised Cynthia onto her toes. The lens pulled back to frame
the taut lines pulled higher. The subject's back arched as if to pull from the
ever-climbing breasts. Pointed downward, toes futilely scraped the floor for
purchase.
"You can do it Shara," Kate coached from the darkness as her camera caught a
glimpse of the nude Shara straining with the ropes and pulleys to lift Cynthia
still higher, "just bring her feet off the ground about four feet."
"NNNAAAGGGHH..." Cynthia frantically kicked the air. Two ropes on either
side of her head pulled hooks imbedded in the now distorted the shapes of her
breasts. What seemed like far below she could see the littered floor. The floor
never had looked so good to her. Her head fell back and faced the ceiling of the
shed.
"That's far enough, Girl. Now let out the ropes, but make sure they catch
with her feet just about a foot off of the ground."
"GAARRGGGHHH!"
Kate caught the action through her camera as Shara let loose the ropes, then
stopped them. Cynthia's body crazily swung as it hung suspended by the ropes. A
distorted left breast filled the viewfinder. It showed a glistening gash where
the hook had first entered just below the perimeter of colored skin. Tilting up
slightly, the picture showed the nipple. A metal point could be seen beginning
to emerge. The point of a bloody hook emerged. Kate licked her lips in
fascination.
"Turn on that hose again Shara. Spray the bitch's face. The water should
wake her up and then spray away more of that blood."
Cynthia managed a garbled scream as she fell and then stopped. Hooks began
to emerge from the nipple centers. She passed out. Hanging limp, blood washed
down her trunk.
Shara sprayed the slave's face. The tortured sputtered and regained
consciousness. Blood contrasted on white that starkly contrasted the darkness of
the background. It made for good video. Slowly, her body again began its next
ascent.
Kate hated to not watch as Shara pulled Cynthia up by the tits for another
fall but glanced away at the heating blade to make sure that it was ready. She
turned around as Shara squealed and watched their slave bitch/movie model
dropped a second time.
The second fall proved too much for Cynthia's breasts. She hung as a broken
puppet. Protruding through the right nipple the bloody point grew larger until
it ripped cleanly through. Cynthia's body yawed wildly to the left. It too
ripped free. She fell to the floor in a heap.
"Is she dead?" Shara bent over the crumbled form.
"Wait. I'll check." Kate knelt alongside and felt for a pulse. "No, that's
stupid. She just passed out again. Get me that heated knife. Fast!"
Shara brought over the flat blade and handed it to Kate who looked at the
glowing metal once, then pressed it into Cynthia's torn chest, effectively
cauterizing the wound.
Flesh sizzled and Cynthia stirred. Kate pressed another hot blade onto the
other torn nipple and then stood.
"There. You can wash off the bitch now and when you're done, chain her like
before to that wall ring. Be quick. I've had enough for today."
With that, Kate walked out of the shed and toward the cabin.
Late the next morning activities within the house and the grassy area just
outside stirred in contrast to the quietude on the shed's interior. Light blared
into the semi-darkened space as Kate opened the wooden door.
"You sure she's not dead?" Shara immediately went over to the pale and
battered form stretching out from the wall.
"Sure am. Check for yourself."
Shara knelt alongside Cynthia's shoulder. Next to her she set down what she
had brought. Cynthia seemed to be slightly breathing, but her body did not stir.
It gave Shara time for an appraisal.
"Not quite so pretty anymore, right?"
Shara looked up at Kate standing over her and then returned her attention to
Cynthia. As she did, the slave's cracked lips parted.
"Here, dear. Drink some of this." Shara pressed the filled canteen to
Cynthia's mouth and gently let some water spill out and wet her lips. "You can
have more, if you like...and, I even brought you this!"
Cynthia moved her head. Her lips swallowed the water and then drank more.
She looked up at Shara and then saw the apple in her hand. It had been too long
since Cynthia had last eaten.
"Be careful. The bitch is going to take a bite of that apple."
Both helped Cynthia to her feet. Kate appraised her slave's condition. Other
than various discolorations and bruising, she looked well enough to stand on her
own. Even the puffiness that had shut the one eye yesterday now had reduced to
nothing more than a shiner. Mangled remains of the nipples and the dark lines
where she had been cauterized obviously were not going to go away anytime soon.
She undid the long arms and chuckled as they weakly fell to Cynthia's sides.
"Let's get her outside. The bitch has work to do." Kate shoved Cynthia out
into the sunlight. She attached a leash line to the slave collar and pulled. As
she spoke, Cynthia hungrily chomped on an apple Shara held up to her lips.
Between eating large chunks from the apple, she swallowed gulps of water also
offered by the shorter woman. Kate led the way as Cynthia and Shara followed.
Kate attached a leash to the collar and then to a line that ran between two
widely spaced trees. She pointed to the ground nearby and said, "There's a
shovel, and over there, by that pile of shit of yours, is a post-hole digger.
While Shara and I enjoy a picnic and swim in the pond, I want you, slave bitch,
to dig a trench with the shovel and a hole over there."
"You can see how I've marked out the trench dimensions. You'll know how deep
it is to be when your leash gets taut. When you finish with that, go over and
dig a smaller hole for where your cross is going to stand. Got that, bitch?"
Cynthia nodded as Kate shoved her elbow. She still ached and hurt, but the
nourishment felt better and in a small voice answered by saying, "...yes
Mistress Kate." Every joint seemed to ache. Any movement, at all, made her wince
yet she held her tongue. Any moment, she felt like throwing up. She would wait,
though, before the others left.
"Shara? Refill that canteen and leave if for the bitch in case she wants to
drink more as she works. Let's you and I go get our picnic things and head for
the water."
Shara did as told and then the two walked arm-in-arm back to the cabin.
Shara skipped with delight leaving Cynthia to watch the two leave. Her stomach
turned. She puked, and then awkwardly bent down to lift up the shovel. Dry
heaves continued.
Sounds around the cabin that afternoon were at first filled with splashing
water and giggles as Kate and Shara took their swims. Hearing them dive in the
water, Cynthia half-heartedly swung the shovelhead at the line attached to her
leash. Physically it was an effort, but she now no longer was certain she wanted
to leave her new role as slave bitch; physically or mentally. Quickly changing
her mind, she set to digging around the ground marked off by Kate. Water
splashed and dirt was dug. More of the afternoon progressed.
When they returned, Cynthia was nearly out of site. The leash pointed a taut
angle down into the open ground. Below the level of the grass, Cynthia continued
to shovel out more soil. The trench measured some four feet wide and nearly six
feet in depth.
"Not bad, bitch..." Kate said as she and Shara stood together at the edge
looking down on Cynthia as she worked. "But where is that small hole by the pile
of shit you left?"
Cynthia paused her labors to answer. She admitted that she had started with
the biggest project first and did not have time to finish both.
Kate considered her reply as she looked over to the two tree trunks nearby.
"That sounds like an excuse to me bitch. Crawl on out of there and explain
to your mistress why you so chose to disobey her. NOW!"
Cynthia let the handle fall to the freshly dug earth. Putting both hands on
the top of the trench, she strained and boosted her way out. Standing up, she
stood with her hands at her sides to face Kate. There was no time to brush off
the dirt covering most of her.
"Your slave bitch is sorry...Mistress Kate." Cynthia stood as still as she
could with head lowered and eyes closed as she spoke in a soft voice. "For
disobeying her mistress."
"Being sorry isn't good enough, right bitch?"
"No Mistress Kate."
"Shara?" Kate whirled over to her companion whose eyes, she noted, had been
watching Cynthia's body ever since her climb out of the digging. "Shara! Get
your head together instead of in your shorts. Go to the shed and bring back
rope."
"Sure, Kate." Shara returned her attention to Kate. She ran off to the shed
to find the rope.
Kate looked back at Cynthia and her eyes sharpened. She reached up,
unleashed the collar, and then shoved Cynthia away from the dig.
"Between these two trees. Stand!"
Shara returned with the rope which Kate used her knife to cut into four
sections. These they anchored to the two trees and then tied to Cynthia's wrists
and ankles.
"Pull those lines, Shara. I want the bitch good and spread. I'm going to the
shed and will return in just a minute."
Kate came back to the grassy area where Cynthia stood with arms and legs
outstretched between the two trees. In her hand were two fan belts. These she
sliced into making two slightly bent lengths of hard rubber. She handed one of
them to Shara.
"Shara you stand in front. I'll be in back."
The threesome stood. The nude faced the shed, cabin and Shara, while the
other stood closest to the pond shoreline. The afternoon sun grilled all three.
"Now slave, tell me and Miss Shara what you think we should do to punish you
for disobeying my order?"
Cynthia opened her eyes and stared at Shara standing in front of her. The
beauty seemed to be sympathizing with her, but in her hand Cynthia saw she also
wielded the dangling rubber belt. Her body ached. Her feet dug into the grass.
She swallowed and her throat felt dry. The bruised and swollen eye smarted.
"Well...?"
In the same small voice she had used before, Cynthia closed her eyes and
said, "Your slave should be ...whipped Mistress Kate." Her heart raced faster
before her words were finished. She let her head lower as she re-closed her eyes
and waited for the first hit.
"Well, you asked for it." Kate chuckled and waved at Shara on the other side
of Cynthia. She looked at the mostly unmarked back before her. Without food, it
was looking more and more defined. The digging had further pumped up Cynthia's
body. This was going to be almost as appetizing as their swim and picnic. Kate
also secretly liked the way Cynthia had become so submissive and if maybe she
should run to get her camera. "Then you call out each number. For each number
called, Miss Shara and I will each give you a stroke. Is that clear?"
Cynthia nodded her head as she answered to the voice behind her.
"Good. So bitch, start calling!"
Cynthia tried to swallow. In a somewhat louder voice she whimpered, "One!"
