Part 5: Punished for Escape
Laura didn't see how it could be possible, but she fell asleep. She woke up to
the sense of someone cleaning up the blood on her back, and she felt as though
she was on fire. Laura was in fact, feverish. She went from feeling hot to
having the chills, and began shaking, which added to the pain.
In a haze of fever and pain, Laura looked around. One of Snake's men was
sponging off the blood on her back. He finished by putting on some ointment.
It hurt going on, but then began to numb the places where the whip had broken
her skin. Laura had thought her back was damaged more than it actually was.
When he was finished, he held out a cotton dress for Laura to put on.
Shivering, she drew it over her head. She was relieved to cover her naked body.
Snake's man took her arm and pulled her up off the floor. "Move," he ordered
her, and led her out of the cell. Laura was stumbling...it was difficult to
stay on her feet. The pressure on her arm increased, and he held her up and
pushed her forward.
Laura was led into Snake's office. He was in the sitting area next to his desk,
and on the couch with him, was Ian. As before, Laura was pushed to the ground
at Snake's feet. The man who had treated her back let Snake know that she was
ill, and had a fever. If he heard, he gave no indication. Ian just stared down
at her, his gaze impassive.
"We have the list." Snake said. She looked up at him. "I told you, Laura,
that you would be sold as a slave once we no longer needed you. And I
threatened you with what type of master you'd be sold to if you didn't
cooperate. Needless to say, Laura, I'm not happy with you at all. So you won't
be sold within the Society, where the safety of the slave is important. I know
auction houses that sell to individuals who have no consideration for what
happens to your lovely flesh, and if you die, they'll just replace you with
another slave. And that is where you're going to be sold, Laura."
Laura looked up at the two men. She saw only hardness and cruelty in Snake's
eyes. She had made a fool of him when she lied, and he would not forget that.
She turned to Ian, desperation in her eyes. "Ian, please help me." She
pleaded. She felt ill, not just from the fever, but from the dread that Snake's
words brought to her.
She thought she detected pity in Ian's eyes, but then they hardened and he shook
his head. "You made your bed, Laura, as they say. Now you're going to damn
well lie in it for the rest of your life. You put us in a very precarious
position, Laura. You lied to me, you used our past friendship to gain my
confidence. And you and I are on different sides in this situation. What did
you expect from me? To let you go free?"
Ian stood up, ignoring Laura. "Let me know when she goes up for sale." He said
to Snake. "I want to be there." Ian walked out.
Laura's heart sank. She had hoped...she didn't know what she hoped. Maybe she
had hoped for Ian to somehow mitigate the situation with Snake. She didn't
think he would be as bitter as he was. Was the agency looking for her, she
wondered? Would they find her? Could she hope for rescue? In her heart, she
knew the answers...yes, they were looking for her. As for the rest...
"Your back will heal, bitch," said Snake. "I'm sure it feels worse than it
looks. Another week, and I'm going to enjoy seeing you on the auction block."
To his thugs, Snake said, "Take her back. She can have a blanket, a bottle of
water. She needs an antibiotic, something to bring down the fever. Give her
something light to eat until the fever's gone, then she can have regular meals."
Laura was pulled to her feet, and they started to lead her out of the room.
"Snake, wait, please..." she pleaded. "Please..." her eyes filled with tears.
"Please..."
She stopped pleading. What was she pleading for? For him not to sell her?
What was the alternative? Would he kill her? No, she wanted to live. Even as
a slave.
"Please what, cunt?" He said harshly. "What do you want? A fucking maybe?"
He smiled at her cruelly. "Before I sell you, the boys and I are going to fuck
you in every one of your holes. You'll get what's coming to you."
It took several days for Laura's fever to go away, even though she was given
antibiotics. Laura thought that perhaps it was because she didn't have the will
to get better. She knew that once she was recovered, Snake was going to sell
her into slavery. She realized that if she were bought by someone from a
foreign country, her chances of escape or rescue would be greatly diminished.
She had to be alert of an opportunity to either get away from Snake, or to find
some way to contact the agency.
Laura had eaten only broth and juice for the past few days, and very little
before that. Now that her fever broke, she found herself very hungry, and hoped
that she would be given some real food. Her breakfast came, and she was
grateful to see that it was eggs and toast. She ate ravenously, and savored the
single cup of weak coffee.
Now that her hunger was satisfied, her thoughts once again turned to her fate.
She tried to be positive, to convince herself that somehow she would be saved
from becoming a slave. But if not, what then? How would she be able to cope
with it? Her thoughts were interrupted by the cell door opening, and two of
Snake's men walked into her cell, leering at her.
"Come on, bitch. It's party time." one of them said. Laura shrank back
against the wall, and shook her head in refusal.
"This isn't an invitation, cunt," the other man said. "Let's go." He grabbed
her arm and pulled her to her feet. Her hands were bound behind her back, and
she was pushed forward.
They brought her upstairs to where Snake was waiting in the living room. He
looked her up and down, taking in the wrinkled dress that she had been wearing
for the past several days, and her matted hair.
"Let her take a shower," he said to his men. "Supervised. Then bring her back
here, naked."
Laura looked up at Snake, hoping to be able to plead with him. He stared back
at her, daring her to beg for mercy, and Laura realized that if she pleaded with
him, she would be punished for it. She put her head down, and let herself be
led out of the room.
They took her to a bathroom just down the hall. One of the men checked the
shower stall to make sure there was nothing there that she could use as a
weapon, and then unbound her wrists, and let her undress and wash up. They
allowed her to brush her teeth and comb her hair, but nothing more.
As they came out of the bathroom, Laura heard a door open down the hall, and
looked over. One of Snake's men came in wearing a jacket and gloves. Laura
looked past him and saw that the door led outside. This was the first time
since she had been brought to the house that Laura had seen a door leading
outside. She quickly looked away, taking care that her interest in the door
wasn't noticed.
Laura had not been physically restrained. She felt a small rush of hope...if
she could find a way to break free, then maybe, just maybe she could make it
outside. Then if luck was with her, once she was out of the house, she would
be able to find a way to either get off the grounds or else reach the agency.
She didn't think they would shoot at her...not if Snake was planning on making a
profit from her sale.
Back in the living room, she was pushed to the floor at Snake's feet. Laura
kept her head down. She was afraid that Snake would see something in her face
that would give her away.
Snake spoke, "I made you a promise, Laura." he said. "I told you that before I
sold you, we were going to fuck you everywhere. It's time."
Laura kept still. She had to escape, she just had to, she said to herself.
Snake continued, "Your auction is tomorrow, babe." He informed her, a touch of
laugher in his voice. "I don't think you're going to be too happy with your
prospective buyers."
Laura shuddered at his words. She had to escape.
"Tom, get Paul and Harry," Snake said to the men who had brought her into the
room. "Jim, I want to video-tape this. Go get the camcorder."
Laura found herself alone with Snake, unbound. Was she feeling lucky? Could it
be that easy?
Snake sat down of the couch, and ordered Laura to come to him. "Let's get you
warmed up, Laura," he said to her.
Laura stood up, and moved slowly toward the couch. It was now or never, she
said to herself. There was an end table between her and Snake. She glanced up
at Snake, and saw that while he was watching her, he was looking at her
casually. She was sure he wouldn't expect her desperate attempt at freedom.
Laura took a step forward, and then quickly turned around and ran for the door.
It was a blur to her. Her fingers found the door knob and she opened the door
that led to the hall. As she pushed it behind her, she heard it slam into
Snake, who shouted "Fucking bitch!" as he followed her into the hall. Laura ran
to the door that led to the outside. Her hand was around the knob, and she
turned it...and nothing. Oh, god, no! It was locked. It was one of those
doors that required a key to get out as well as in. She tried the knob again,
even though she knew it was useless. As all of this went through her mind,
Laura felt Snake grab her by the hair. He effortlessly turned her around, and
pushed her back hard against the door. His other hand slapped her across the
face. "Fucking bitch!" He repeated.
"You want to go outside?" He shouted. "OK, I'll take you outside." His grip
was tight around her arm as he pulled her away from the door. Laura didn't know
what he was going to do, but she knew that whatever it was, she had cause to be
afraid. Without thinking, she tried to resist. His grip on her tightened.
"You're going outside, bitch, and then I'm going to cane your ass until the cane
breaks." Snake had pulled her toward another room, the "dungeon" she realized,
as with his free hand he gathered up wrist restraints and a cane.
"No," she screamed. "No!" Snake pulled her back toward the door that led
outside. "Please, Snake..." she pleaded. He was angry, very angry. She had
failed her meager attempt at escape, and now she was going to pay for it dearly.
Somehow, Laura found the strength to break free, and blindly ran. She didn't
think where she was heading, just that she was trying to get away from Snake.
She ran directly into Harry, who grabbed her arms and turned her toward Snake.
Snake slapped her again, and then again. "Let's go outside, fucking cunt!" he
shouted. "You wanted to go outside."
"Snake, I'm sorry, I didn't think...I was so afraid," she tried to explain her
escape attempt...as though he would listen. "Please," her voice lowered to
almost a whisper. "Please, Snake," she pleaded. "I'm sorry...don't use the
cane on me, please." Laura feared the cane more than anything. It hurt so much
to be hit with it, and with Snake as angry as he was, she knew that every stroke
would be one of his best.
Snake had the door open and was pulling her outside. Laura didn't have the
strength to resist him, but still she tried. She kept trying to pull away, as
he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her forward. "No!" She screamed. Her
voice was shrill with fear. "No!"
The doorway was at the back of the house, and several large trees had branches
overhanging the patio. Snake pulled her toward one of the branches, fastened a
leather cuff around one wrist, threw the other cuff over the branch, and fasted
her other wrist. There were padlocks on the cuffs, and Snake fastened them.
The branch was just high enough to keep Laura on her toes. It was thick and
slanted upward. Laura would not be able to break it, or pull herself down. She
was at his mercy.
Laura continued to plead with him. "Snake, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," her voice
was desperate. "Please Snake, don't..."
Her pleading was cut off when he swung the cane hard against her thighs, and
instead she screamed out in pain. Two more whacks followed in quick succession,
and Laura screamed in pain at each one.
Laura's face was wet with her tears, and she was sobbing and pleading at the
same time. "No more, please, no more...I'm so sorry..." And she really was
sorry. She should have known better. Laura realized that if she had stopped to
think, she would have known that she didn't stand a chance of escaping. But she
believed she would have tried anyway. She couldn't have just given up without
even trying. But now she was paying for it.
Again, the cane swung against her buttocks, and again, and again. Laura
couldn't catch her breath. She was making incoherent sounds of pain.
Snake pulled her head back by her hair. He brought his face up close to hers,
and ordered her to keep quiet. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he snapped. "You
take what's coming to you without another sound, do you hear me?" He shook her
head by her hair. Laura was crying so hard she couldn't answer. He shook her
even more violently. "I asked you a question, cunt!" He shouted at her. Laura
put all of her effort into stopping her sobbing. "Yes," she managed to say, her
voice trembling. "If I hear anything...anything at all...out of you, then after
this cane breaks, I'm going to try out another one on you. Do you understand?"
He pulled her hair even harder and shook her. "Ye....s...s," she managed to
stay. "I under...sta...stand."
"Snake!" He said, pulling her head back hard. "You stupid cunt! Say my name!"
"Snake," she said softly, then, again, her voice getting shrill with hysteria.
"Snake!" It came out as a wail.
Snake let go of her hair, and continuing the caning. Each stroke felt harder
than the one preceding it. Laura did everything she could to keep from crying
out. She held her breath, she bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed.
Every muscle was tensed for the next blow. She had barely time to recover and
tense up for the next strike before the cane once again slashed across her body.
The blows came continuously, and Laura felt as though there was not one area on
her body that didn't bear a welt from the cane. She didn't know how she was
enduring the pain without crying out. She only knew that if she made any sound,
Snake would make good on his threat to use another cane on her.
Laura didn't know where she got the strength to keep her cries in. She didn't
hear the cane break. Though the haze of pain she was in, she realized that
Snake was no longer delivering new blows to her body, and now that she no longer
needing to keep herself tense, she slumped in her restraints. She was shaking
with both the pain and the effort of keeping quiet.
Snake again pulled her head back by her hair. "Since you wanted to be outside
so bad, I'll let you stay out here a while," he told her. He let go of her
hair abruptly and without another word, walked away and back into the house.
As soon as Snake was gone, the tears and sobbing began. Laura cried until there
were no tears left. As her sobs subsided, and she was no longer exerting
herself by tensing up and keeping quiet, Laura felt the cold. Even though the
sun was out, the sharp wind was very chill on her naked body. Laura's shivering
from the cold was an additional discomfort. The cold and her continuous
shivering intensified the pain from the caning. It had been early afternoon
when Snake began to beat her. Laura didn't know how long the beating lasted, or
how long she had been left outside, but she felt it grow colder and colder as
the sun set. How long was he going to keep her out there, she wondered? Laura
was past tears and moans. She grimly hung onto the tree limb with her stiff
fingers, and tried to keep some of the pressure off her toes. Laura didn't
think she would ever feel warm again. The wind bit into her each time it
gusted.
It was dark when Snake sent his men out to bring her inside. A fire was blazing
in the fireplace as they brought her in, and Snake pointed to it, "Go warm up."
He ordered her. Laura looked at him timidly, almost afraid to accept this
kindness from him. He picked up a blanket and threw it at her feet. "Take
this."
Laura had so much pain from Snake that she didn't know what to make of this
sudden kindness, even though it was kindness by comparison. She picked up the
blanket and wrapped it around herself, as she sat down on the floor as close to
the fire as possible. She was still shivering. Laura realized that Snake was
holding something out to her. She looked up to see a streaming mug in his
hand...hot tea. The warmth of the mug felt wonderful against her fingers. She
took a sip of the hot tea, and felt its warmth inside her.
Snake was protecting his investment. He didn't want her to get sick again.
Regardless of the reason, the fire, the blanket and the tea were very, very
welcome. "Thank you, Snake," she whispered timidly.
"Am I going to get any more trouble out of you?" He demanded. "No, Sir," Laura
replied.
"So you've learned your lesson?" He continued. "Yes, Sir," she said softly.
"You acted foolishly, Laura," he said. "Did you really think that I would be
that careless as to leave the door unguarded and unlocked?" Snake continued,
"Or that you would be able to get off the grounds even if you made it outside?
There are motion detectors and alarms everywhere, and the grounds are patrolled.
You never had a chance."
Laura kept quiet. He was right, she never had a chance. All she had done was
make him angry and hurt herself. She dozed off by the fire, and Snake let her
sleep for a while. Eventually, he came over to her and pulled the blanket off.
"On your feet, slut!" He said. Laura, afraid to anger him again, moved quickly
and stood up before him. He pointed away, toward the sitting area in the living
room. "I want you to crawl to each of my men and beg them to fuck you...you
pick which hole. But I want every one of your holes filled each time you're
fucked. That means being fucked by three of us at a time."
Laura hesitated. That was a mistake. Without warning, Snake grabbed her by
the hair and started to pull her toward the door. "You didn't learn your
lesson?" He demanded. "You want another caning and the chance to spend some
time outside?"
