NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 13
FINISHED
slut was overwhelmed by the distress she felt in the absurd dichotomy playing
out before her. On the left of her, she could see the bloodied, beaten, and
broken body of whore hanging from the rusty spikes in her wrists and feet. But,
if she turned the other direction, she saw the guests, under the inviting shade
of the tent, enjoying cool drinks and food. Some watching the girl dying on the
cross, and some engaged in pleasant conversation. When she turned to face the
cross, she could hear whore moan as she struggled to pull herself up on the
spikes and steal some labored breaths of air, before sinking back down in
exhaustion, supported solely by the spikes, when the strain in her aching
muscles overcame her. Facing the tent, slut could hear the sounds of people
laughing, silverware against china, and the pop of a cork when a bottle of wine
was decanted.
Occasionally, a few of the guests would leave the pleasant shade of the tent,
and come out to the cross for a closer inspection of the goings on. slut always
remained silent, and averted her eyes, even when the comments were especially
cruel or harsh. One guest laughed as he suggested that they take some still
photos of whore, and mail them to her ex-husband.
By 5:30, whore was past the point of being able to raise herself up for the
life sustaining breaths of air. The blood had stopped flowing from her wounds,
and her skin was severely sunburned. It was at this time that Mistress Ilsa came
out to the cross. "How is she, slut," Mistress asked?
"she is still alive, Mistress, but barely, it seems. she hasn't spoken, or
even moaned in quite some time."
"whore, can you her Me," Mistress asked? "Open your eyes for Me, I have
something I want you to see."
A good five seconds passed before slut observed a slight flutter in whore's
eyelids, and then the heavily swollen eyelids slowly parted.
"I am leaving now, whore. I am sure that you will not survive the night. But,
before I go, I have something for you." And saying that, Ilsa pulled a stiletto
out of Her shoulder bag, and flipping it out, She grabbed a fistful of slut's
hair, cut it off, and threw it to the ground at the foot of the cross.
"slut, you now belong to Me. I own you. you are aware that all of My slaves
must be free from all body hair, as a constant sign of My ownership of them. you
are to remain here at the cross until whore dies. And then, you may come back to
the house. Make sure that the next time I see you, there is no hair anywhere on
your body. Do I make myself clear enough for you, slut?"
"Yes, of course Mistress. As You wish."
"Good bye, whore, and thank you for your gift to Me. I shall never forget it.
I hope that your death is slow and painful." And with that, She turned and
joined the remaining guests, and walked back through the field towards Her
house, leaving slut alone with whore.
slut looked up at whore, but she could see that the slave had once again
passed out. So, she sat down with her back against the cross, and waited.
she had no idea how much time had passed after the sun had finally set. The
field was lit only by the stars in the cloudless sky and a crescent moon which
bathed the cross in an eerie light. The night air was cool, and the slight
breeze made slut shiver as it chilled her sunburned skin. she called up to
whore a few times, but never got a response. Finally, she gathered the courage
and reached up to touch whore. The skin was could and clammy, and she knew that
whore was no more.
"Good bye, whore," she whispered, as she turned and left.
After bathing and gently washing the sweat and dirt from her body, slut went
about the meticulous chore of shaving her head for the first time. she had done
it for whore on many occasions, but this was the first time on her own head. she
made a point of going slowly in order to avoid nicking the skin. When she had
finished with her preparations, she glanced in the mirror and gazed at her
reflection. The transformation was startling. her skin was smooth and shining
from head to tow. The rings in her pierced nose, nipples, labia and clitoris
were all the more prominent now, as were the scars on her breasts.
It didn't take slut long to fall into the routine that once had been the
purview of whore. she slept on the floor at the foot of Mistress' bed, drew Her
bath water, combed Her beautiful tresses, and waited on Her every need. In
short, it was slut's task to see that her Mistress wanted for nothing.
It was Friday, the week after whore's crucifixion. slut was in the kitchen
polishing Ilsa's thigh high black leather boots. The front doorbell rang, and
she rose to answer it. Upon opening the door, she saw that it was Elaine and Tom
O'Shea. Elaine had been slut's neighbor when she was growing up. In fact, Elaine
had been her baby sitter.
"Is Mistress Ilsa at home," Tom inquired?
slut knew that she had not been recognized by the couple. her shaved head
probably had a lot to do with it. she wasn't sure if she should acknowledge that
she knew them, so she just replied, "Yes, She is here. Please come in and have a
seat in the living room, and I will go and tell Her you have arrived."
Ilsa was sunbathing in the back of the house, nude, when slut approached.
"Mistress, Tome and Elaine O'Shea are her to see You. They didn't seem to
recognize me, and I wasn't sure what to do in that situation."
Did yo say anything to them by way of saying who you are?"
"No, Mistress. I just invited them into Your living room while I went to find
You."
"Very good, slave. That's exactly what you are to do. you are never to let it
be known that you recognize anyone, as it could prove to be an embarrassment for
them. If they indicate that they know you, that's perfectly fine, but you are
never to approach anyone. You are My slave, and that is all. Now, give Me My
robe and we'll go and meet our guests. They are here for a very special reason."
Both Elaine and Tom couldn't get over the complete transformation they saw in
slut. After a good laugh over their inability to recognize Elaine's old
neighbor, Elaine said, "she is far more fetching shave, Ilsa. A true slave in
all respects."
"she belongs to Me now, Elaine. Campbell signed her ownership papers over to
Me last week at the event. she has much to learn, but she does seem capable of
being trained. Underneath that haughty facade lies a true submissive, why, I
even made her nail whore to the cross."
"I really wish I could have been here to see that, Ilsa," Elaine remarked.
"I'm sorry we were unable to attend the event. I heard it was spectacular
though. But, at least we can be a part of the final details."
"Well, I'm pleased you two could be here for the end as well, Elaine. We did
record the weekend on tape. We'll take the time to look it over later this
weekend, I'm sure. But, we should get started now, and then we'll have the whole
evening before us to play with slut.
"slut, go out to the shed and get the wagon. Bring a shovel, pliers, and a
sledge hammer as well. Meet us behind the house."
"Yes, Mistress."
slut got all of the things her Mistress desired, and placing them in the
wagon, she pulled it to the back of the house. Mistress and her two friends got
into the wagon, and with a flick of a riding crop, she began the arduous task of
pulling the wagon out to the field.
"Have you given anymore thought to ponygirl trained for nicole, I mean slut,
Ilsa," Elaine asked? she has the perfect body for it. Just look at how her long
flanks glisten with her sweat. I'll train her for You, if You wish. I'll have
her prancing around for You before we leave Sunday"
"You might be right, Elaine. I would like to enter a slave in the races next
month. See what you can do with her this weekend, and then we'll see."
When they reached the field, slut was totally unprepared for what she saw.
whore's body or, more accurately, what was left of whore's body, still hung from
the cross. Birds had pecked out her eyes. Maggots wriggled in all of the
lacerations and cuts, and animals had been feasting on the rotting flesh, that
had once been whore.
"Tom, would you be so kind as to help slut pull the cross out of the ground?
I'm sure she lacks the strength for it."
"Sure, Ilsa. No problem."
It took everything slut had to keep from retching from the ghastly
combination of the sight and smell of whore'' corpse. Once they had gotten the
cross out of the hole, they laid it on the ground. Ilsa instructed slut to get
the spikes out of whore's wrists and feet. Getting them off was easy, as the
decayed flesh all but fell off the spikes. "I want to save those spikes,"
Mistress announced. "Tom, can you get them out of the wood?"
"I'll get them for you, Ilsa," Tom said.
He had to knock them back and forth with the sledge hammer a few times to
loosen them enough so her could pull them out with the pliers. "slut, I want you
to dig her grave, starting with the hole where her cross stood. I want her
buried where she was crucified for Me."
It took slut almost an hour and a half to dig the grave. Tom pitched in at
the end, as slut couldn't throw the dirt high enough to clear the side of the
grave. When the grave had been dug, Ilsa ordered, "dump her in the ground and
then cover her up, slut. We'll walk back to the house. When you're through,
bring everything back to the shed and then get cleaned up. I want you
presentable. Tom and Elaine wish to play with you tonight."
